I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

"Xizhi, you've worked hard today too. Come on, take off your shoes and come in and rest."

Nohara Saji smiled innocently and took off his pair of muddy farm rubber shoes at the entrance as he was told.

"If it was that kid Hiroshi, I wouldn't dare ask him to take off his shoes." Nohara Tsuru said in a half-joking tone as he handed him clean slippers, but his words revealed a sense of heartache for his youngest son.

"Guangzhi has loved sports since he was a child, there's nothing I can do about it."

Nohara Sashi scratched his closely shaved head, a simple smile appearing on his dark face. "He likes to wear clean sneakers and run on the court. As for me, I like to go barefoot and step on the soft soil in the fields. It feels solid."

These words are simple and unpretentious, but they also reveal the completely different life trajectories of the two brothers.

One chose to look up at the stars.

One chose to be down-to-earth.

"Humph, what's the point of being steady? You can't even find a wife!"

At this moment, Nohara Ginnosuke's dissatisfied voice sounded again.

He frowned, and his sharp little eyes, like two unsheathed daggers, stabbed fiercely at his eldest son.

"Look at you! You're almost thirty! You're five years older than your brother! Hiroshi, in Tokyo, has even found a girlfriend. I heard she's a beautiful girl from Kumamoto Prefecture, and she's going to bring her back for us to see during the New Year! And you? You, the eldest brother, are still single! Where can I put my dignity?!"

These words made Nohara Sashi's dark face turn red instantly.

He rubbed his calloused hands awkwardly, his voice full of helplessness.

"Dad... this... this is not my fault," he whispered defensively. "I want to find one too, but... but these days, the girls in the village have their eyes set on the sky. They all like to go to big cities like Tokyo and Osaka, and they like those office workers who wear suits and work in office buildings. For a farmer like me who has spent my whole life in Daqu City, tending to dozens of acres of land, they... they think I'm unsophisticated."

These words were like a needle that accurately pierced Nohara Ginnosuke's heart, which was full of local pride.

It also reveals the cruelest impact that the unstoppable tide of urbanization in this era has brought to these country people who stick to tradition.

Although Neon is not poor nowadays due to the presence of agricultural associations for farming.

But it’s really not as decent as those office workers.

"That's unreasonable!"

Nohara Ginnosuke slapped his thigh, his small eyes blazing with anger. "What's wrong with us farmers? Without us farmers working hard on the land, what would those city people eat and drink? What would they do? They're all ungrateful!"

He paced back and forth angrily, but finally stopped helplessly and dejectedly.

He knew that the tide of the times could not be stopped by a few complaints from an old man like him.

that is the truth.

Nohara Ginnosuke looked at his eldest son, who was honest but not good at speaking, and the heart of an old father was anxious and angry.

"No! We can't go on like this!"

Nohara Ginnosuke walked up to Nohara Sashi and said in an unquestionable tone: "You should go to Tokyo too! Find your brother! Ask him to introduce you to some girls in the city! If that doesn't work... then... go to a brothel and find a woman first, get used to it! Just experience it!"

"You old pervert! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Before Nohara Ginnosuke could finish his "Tiger Father's Advice" full of fierce words, an iron fist belonging to a housewife, filled with anger, came with the sound of wind and hit him heavily on the back of the head!

"Ouch!"

Nohara Ginnosuke let out a shrill scream, hugged his head, and squatted down in an instant.

Nohara Sashi looked at the familiar scene before him, a look of helplessness and a sense of neither knowing whether to laugh or cry on his dark face. He gave his mother a pleading look, then slipped into the kitchen as if greased.

"Mom, I'll go get dinner."

……

When the steaming hot dinners were placed on the low table one by one, the atmosphere in the living room finally returned to a bit of tranquility.

Nohara Ginnosuke was rubbing the back of his head, which was still aching, with a look of resentment on his face, muttering non-stop, "I was just talking... I didn't dare to really let him go... Ah He, you are really too harsh..."

"You still said that!"

Nohara Tsuru retracted his iron fist, ready to strike again, and glared at him: "Don't teach our Sasashi bad things! He's not like your little son who's in the world of Tokyo. He's honest!"

These words made Nohara Sashi, who was silently eating rice, turn even redder on his dark face.

Dinner was simple and homely.

Miso soup with a rich aroma of soy sauce, fragrant glutinous rice mixed with red beans, a few golden and crispy fried fish, a plate of fried tofu mixed with soy sauce and chopped green onions, and... the bowl of pork bone meat with fat and lean parts piled up like a small mountain, which will always belong to Nohara Sashi as a physical supplement for agricultural practitioners.

The family sat around a low table and ate quietly.

Outside the window, dusk is gradually falling, and frogs are croaking in the fields.

"I said……"

In this silence, Nohara Ginnosuke, who had just been dejected, suddenly seemed to have thought of a brilliant idea. He slammed the table, and his little eyes flashed with excitement again.

"Let's... go to Tokyo!" he said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Nohara Tsuru and Nohara Sashi raised their heads at the same time and looked at him.

"Go to Tokyo! Go find that brat Hiroshi!"

Nohara Ginnosuke grew more and more excited as he spoke, his old face filled with a childish excitement. "It's been ages since we've traveled together as a family! Let's take this opportunity to see how Hiroshi is doing in Tokyo! And let him take us to see the legendary Tokyo Tower!"

"Will this...will this be too much trouble for Hiroshi?" A trace of worry appeared on Nohara Tsuru's face. "He's in the rising period of his career right now, so he must be very busy. If we go there rashly, what if...we disturb him?"

"What's the trouble?!"

Nohara Ginnosuke glared, his dignity as the head of the family resurfacing: "I'm his father! You're his mother! His brother is his real brother! It's only natural for us to go see him! If he dares to say 'no', I'll break his legs when I get back to Akita!"

As he spoke, he seemed to have seen himself standing on the bustling streets of Ginza, pointing out Jiangshan's heroic figure to the pretty girls coming and going.

Uncontrollably, a lewd, expectant, and lustful smile appeared on that old face again.

He even lowered his voice, muttering quietly in a tone that only he could hear: "Hehehe... I heard that Tokyo's sister is really... beautiful..."

'Snapped! '

Before he could finish his mumbling filled with pink fantasies, a figure came up behind him and began to beat his head hard with his fists.

"Oh." Nohara Sashi lowered his head helplessly and buried his food in his food, pretending that he saw nothing.

And in his ears, the familiar, shrill scream of his father, filled with pain and regret, rang again.

"Ouch! Ahe! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I won't dare to do it again!!"

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Chapter 103: Raid on Tokyo! Nohara Hiroshi's throbbing! The father, mother and brother of this world!

When Kei Tanaka and his shattered but rekindled team stepped into the familiar yet unfamiliar Nohara classroom again, they were no longer greeted by strange looks from their colleagues, but a final version of the project plan that was thick enough to be used as a pillow.

Hiroshi Nohara didn't say too much nonsense. He just distributed a copy of the blueprint, which could be called the bible of variety shows, to everyone.

"One hour to finish it." His voice was calm, yet it carried a kind of authority that brooked no argument. "In one hour, we'll have our first production meeting."

In the conference room, Kei Tanaka and his nine subordinates who had just climbed out of the trough of life were like nine prisoners about to face the final judgment. They held their breath and focused all their attention on those seemingly thin pieces of paper that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Then, this small conference room was completely drowned out by a series of suppressed gasps of extreme shock.

"This...is this...a script?"

The once genius variety show writer, a man named Kenta, looked at the detailed schedule that had every joke, every gag, and even the second the guest should exclaim, all clearly marked. For the first time, a look of disbelief and horror appeared in his eyes that had long been cloudy due to the erosion of alcohol.

"Variety shows... can they be filmed like this?"

The art director who was once famous for his attention to detail, looking at those creative illustrations that were full of wild imagination and marked with extremely detailed props and scenes, felt that his own worldview had been completely crushed to pieces at this moment.

They are all veterans who have been immersed in the variety show field for several years. They know too well how much traditional variety show production relies on the host's on-the-spot performance, the guests' impromptu reactions, and the "live feeling" that is full of uncertainty.

But the business plan in front of me is like the sharpest scalpel, ruthlessly eliminating all the "uncertainty" factors.

It is like a movie script with an ending already written. Every link and every rhythm are precisely arranged in the most appropriate position by the hand of an omnipotent God.

This is no longer a variety show.

This is using an almost industrialized, assembly-line precision operation to produce a flawless entertainment product that is destined to make all the audience laugh!

"This is really too detailed. It's basically teaching us how to act in a variety show, not how to participate in a variety show..."

Kei Tanaka let out a long breath, and that breath seemed to take away all the confusion and bewilderment of his half life.

He raised his head and looked at the young man who was sitting calmly in the main seat, flipping through the actor's information. His eyes were filled with awe from the depths of his soul, like a seeker who had just glimpsed the way of heaven.

"Section Chief Nohara." His voice was hoarse, but with an unprecedented firmness: "You want to... use the style of making a movie to shoot a variety show?"

"That's certainly true." Nohara Hiroshi put down the information in his hand and raised his head. A faint smile flickered in his clear eyes. "I just want to make the audience happy."

"In traditional variety shows, the audience's 'cool moments' are random and uncontrollable. They rely on the personal charm of the stars and on chance events on the set. What I want to do is to make this 'cool moment' inevitable."

"I want the audience's emotions to be firmly in our control from the first second of the show to the last. When should they laugh, when should they marvel, when should they be moved, when should they applaud... all of this is designed by us."

"This is the true spirit of entertainment that serves the audience."

"As for the soul of variety shows, I don't need that at all. I just need you, the filming crew, and the actors I've found to follow my plan completely, completely, completely!"

These words were so powerful that they were like a bolt of lightning that cut through the night sky, instantly illuminating the minds of Kei Tanaka and his subordinates, who had long been confined by the old rules.

They looked at the young man with increasing amazement.

"Okay, it's almost time."

Nohara Hiroshi glanced at his watch and stood up, his posture like a general about to rush off to the battlefield. "Actors, I've prepared you. You're all talented actors from our Kanto faction, with excellent acting skills but a sense of underappreciated talent. Your task is to perfectly present every detail of this project plan before the camera."

"Hi!"

Kei Tanaka and his nine subordinates who had already been completely convinced stood up together and bowed deeply to him. There was a determination in their voices that was enough to entrust their lives to him!

Although they don't know if this will attract audiences, they have already hit rock bottom in life...

What right do I have to say no?

Besides, this young man named Hiroshi Nohara has already created two ratings miracles, and I have no right to doubt him.

Why not just give it a try?

What if it succeeds?

Nohara Hiroshi also had a faint smile on his face, because he knew that this would definitely be a success. After all, this was a variety show copied from the neon world of his previous life.

It is also the most exciting first season of "Super Change".