I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

He had long lost his former arrogance and arrogance, and had lost weight. The suit that should have been quite decent was now wrinkled like a piece of dried pickled vegetables. The eyes that were once full of ambition now only had a numb emptiness that was completely crushed by reality.

Now, under the "care" of Takada Toshihide, he has become a so-called "external liaison officer."

To put it bluntly, he is a high-level servant who is responsible for running errands and doing miscellaneous work, handling some dirty and tiring work that is not presentable.

Of course, this is much better than being fired or kicked out of Tokyo TV.

"Deputy Director...you are looking for me..." His voice was hoarse and full of humility.

"Yeah." Takada Shunei didn't look at him, but simply threw a document in front of him. "This is a promotional document I just drafted about 'Kanto School's proactive innovation and courage to explore new areas of variety shows.' You, find a way to 'inadvertently' leak it to a few media outlets that have a good relationship with us."

Masao Iwata's body trembled violently. He picked up the document and took a glance at it. A look of disbelief and astonishment instantly appeared in his empty eyes.

"Deputy Director...you...you're...?" He stammered, almost mumbling in a dreamy voice, "Are you...helping that Nohara Hiroshi with publicity?"

He didn't understand.

He really couldn't figure it out.

They are clearly enemies, so why do we take the initiative to cheer for them?

"Publicity?" A cold, snake-like arc appeared at the corner of Takada Toshihide's mouth.

He slowly stood up, walked to Masao Iwata, stretched out his hand, and patted his still slightly trembling shoulder heavily. The voice was as light as the whisper of a devil, but with a cruelty that was enough to make anyone shudder.

"Iwata-kun, you are still too young."

"Do you think that the higher you praise someone, the more glorious they will be?"

"Do not."

He shook his head, and there was a heart-pounding madness flashing in his cold eyes.

"The higher you praise someone, the more miserable you will be when they fall."

"What I want isn't simply to defeat him. What I want is overwhelming praise! I want all of Japan to have the highest, most unrealistic expectations of his so-called 'variety show legend'! I want all media outlets to hype him up as an omnipotent, crossover god!"

"Then……"

His voice suddenly rose, and his gloomy face seemed a little distorted due to extreme excitement.

"Then, after his ridiculous, doomed-to-fail show airs, I will personally kick him down from the altar I built for him!"

"I want everyone to see how vulnerable this so-called 'genius' is after leaving the TV series and animation!"

"I want the entire Guandong faction to be disgraced and humiliated by this public execution, which I personally directed. They will never be able to raise their heads again!"

"This is what I really want, victory."

Masao Iwata stared blankly at the mad-looking man in front of him. All the blood color on his already numb face faded away in an instant.

He felt a chill running from his tailbone to the top of his head, completely freezing his already broken heart.

He finally understood.

He finally understood the unbridgeable gap between himself and the man in front of him.

He was still gloating over the gains and losses of a city or a pond, while the other party had already set up a terrifying killing plan in a higher dimension that was enough to play with all enemies at their fingertips.

"I...I understand..."

Masao Iwata's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

After a brief moment of fear, those empty eyes slowly rekindled a faint light, like a ghostly fire, full of resentment and excitement.

He knew that his chance for revenge had come.

He will no longer be a simple errand boy.

He will be the most important person in this public execution of the young man who sent him to hell, the one who will hand over the butcher knife... the executioner.

"Please rest assured, Deputy Director."

He bowed deeply, deeply to Takada Toshihide. His voice was hoarse, but filled with unprecedented determination, enough to entrust his life to him.

"I will definitely not let you down."

Looking at him like this, Takada Toshihide finally showed a satisfied, devilish smile on his face.

He knew that this chess piece that had been abandoned for a long time had finally found its new and final value.

And the fire of "praising to death" ignited by his own hands will soon burn like wildfire towards the young prey who is far away in another office and knows nothing about it.

……

Inside the office of [Nohara Hiroshi·Special Production Team].

Hiroshi Nohara was leaning against his desk with a cup of warm black tea, his eyes observing the micro-expressions of everyone in the office with interest.

He is like a skilled chess player. After making his move, he no longer cares about the fighting on the chessboard, but enjoys observing the most real and interesting human nature presented by the chess pieces whose fate he has disturbed.

"Director Tanaka."

He spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet with a power that could calm people: "Is your team assembled?"

"Yes! Section Chief Nohara!"

Kei Tanaka, the man who had just experienced a baptism of the soul, was now standing straight in front of him like a javelin. In his eyes, which had long since shed all the decadence, were burning two balls of raging fire that were enough to set the whole prairie on fire.

"My former team had twelve core members. Aside from three people who have completely given up and can no longer be contacted, the remaining nine are all in the conference room downstairs, awaiting your review!"

His voice was no longer hoarse or numb, but full of energy and loudness, as if he had survived a disaster.

"very good."

Nohara Hiroshi nodded with satisfaction. He put down the teacup in his hand and stood up. His clear eyes flashed with the high spirits of a general who was about to go to the battlefield.

"Then let them see what my "Super Transformation" is like!"

PS: I continue to ask for some recommendation votes. Next I plan to write some daily life. It is indeed time for Nohara Hiroshi's family in his hometown~ Don't worry, everyone has it~

Chapter 102 Nohara Ginnosuke's plan! Going to Tokyo to find his youngest son!

However, while the center of the storm in the steel forest of Tokyo was accumulating power enough to subvert the times, the source of the storm, the distant land that gave birth to all this, remained so quiet that it seemed as if time had stopped.

Omagari City, Akita Prefecture.

There are no sleepless neon lights of Ginza, no surging crowds of Shibuya, only endless green rice fields. Under the scorching July sun, they are like a huge emerald carpet spread by the gods, stretching to the distant horizon.

In the Nohara family's old Japanese-style house, which is full of traces of time, the air is filled with the unique fragrance of tatami and soil.

"How unreasonable! How unreasonable!"

A roar full of energy, yet tinged with childish annoyance, broke the tranquility of the afternoon.

Nohara Ginnosuke, the patriarch of the Nohara family, was sitting cross-legged on the tatami like an angry mountain god.

On his weather-beaten face, his two thick eyebrows, which were exactly the same as his youngest son's, were now twisted into an angry "chuan" character. His small eyes, which always flashed with cunning light, were now staring at the old Sharp TV in front of him, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

There is pride and satisfaction, but more importantly, there is a kind of jealousy like that of an old father who is beaten hard on the beach by the new generation.

On the TV screen, an in-depth interview program of the Tokyo Film and Television News was being broadcast.

In the picture, the young man who is well-dressed, talking eloquently in front of the camera, and exuding a dazzling aura of "elite", is not his youngest son Nohara Hiroshi who left home to make a living in Tokyo. Who else could it be?

"Look at this! Look at this rebellious son!"

Nohara Ginnosuke put his hands on his waist and complained to his wife, who was slowly packing up the tea utensils beside him, in a tone that sounded like he was accusing a heartless man: "Our Nohara family has been down-to-earth farmers for generations, facing the loess and back to the sky! How could we have such a rebellious son who runs off to make TV and movies?!"

"It's only been half a year since he graduated from college! Just half a year! And already the whole of Japan knows about him! He doesn't even bother coming home to visit! Does he still see me as his dad?!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously straightened his chest. The pride that belonged to an old father could not be hidden after all, and it leaked out quietly from his puffed cheeks.

"Hehehe..."

Nohara Tsuru, the woman who had tolerated all of her husband's eccentricities with tenderness and patience throughout her life, just covered her mouth and chuckled softly, as gentle as a clear spring.

Her eyes, though already wrinkled by time, were still clear and bright, filled with pampering and helplessness.

"Dad, that's not making sense." She wiped each washed teacup with a clean cotton cloth, her movements unhurried and full of the Zen spirit of life. "Doesn't Guangzhi call us every week without fail to let us know he's safe? Last month, didn't he even wire us one million yen from a bank in Tokyo? He said you shouldn't work in the fields so much, so he could buy some good wine and some new clothes."

As he spoke, Nohara Tsuru's eyes smiled like a crescent moon: "Isn't this enough?"

"Not enough! Of course not!"

Nohara Ginnosuke's eyebrows knitted even tighter, and he pouted, looking like a child who didn't get any candy. "What's money? Do I, Nohara Ginnosuke, need money? I want him as a person! This brat should come back in person, kneel before me, and kowtow to me and admit his fault!"

As he spoke, his restless little eyes began to glance lustfully back and forth at his wife's figure, which was over fifty years old but still had charm.

"But then again, A-He," his voice suddenly dropped, filled with the mysterious air of an old, frivolous man. "Are our Nohara family's genes even better than I thought? Look at that kid Hiroshi, he's got good looks and a sharp mind. What do you think... shouldn't we also respond to the country's call and work harder to expand the Nohara family in order to prevent the declining birthrate?"

"You... shameless old thing!"

Nohara Tsuru's face, which always wore a gentle smile, turned red in an instant. She picked up the bamboo broom used to clean the courtyard in the corner and made a gesture to swing it at her husband's head, which had already become "Mediterranean".

"Ouch! You're just kidding! It was just a joke!"

Nohara Ginnosuke was so frightened that he shuddered and quickly dodged backwards using his hands and feet. He looked so funny, and there was no dignity of the head of the family at all.

Nohara Tsuru looked at him like this, and in the end, he couldn't let the broom fall down after all.

She just shook her head helplessly, but deep in her eyes, there was a tenderness that could not be melted away.

She knew that no matter how harshly her old man spoke, he was deeply proud of his son who was far away in Tokyo.

'Wow--'

At this moment, the slightly old wooden sliding door at the entrance was pushed open from the outside.

"I am back."

A steady and heavy voice came.

Then, a figure walked in against the light.

He was a young man who looked to be about 27 or 28 years old. His facial features were about 70% similar to the handsome young man on TV, but his build was more sturdy and robust. His skin, which had been exposed to sunlight for many years, had a healthy wheat color. His big hands were covered with thick calluses left by hard work. He exuded an aura that was as simple and reliable as the vast land of Akita Prefecture.

He is the eldest son of the Nohara family and his biological brother, Nohara Sashi, who is five years older than Nohara Hiroshi.

"Oh, it's Sashi who's back."

The living room, which was originally filled with a playful and warm atmosphere, was inexplicably filled with a hint of embarrassment belonging to an elder the moment he appeared.

Nohara Ginnosuke instantly put away his playful smile and put on the airs of the head of the family again. He cleared his throat and said "hmm" in a neutral tone.

Nohara Tsuru also put down the broom in his hand, put that gentle smile on his face again, and walked quickly towards him.