I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

This national-level variety show has already been edited extremely well, and he has also made meticulous productions through Tanaka's team.

Make the strong stronger and the good better.

It will definitely be more exciting.

"The principle of borrowing is always useful." A smile appeared on Nohara Hiroshi's lips.

……

In the next few days, Nohara Hiroshi's life fell into an unprecedented yet controllable busyness.

He was like a king with boundless energy, inspecting the three vast territories that he was cultivating at the same time.

In the morning, he would first go to the production studio of "Anzhiju" to take a look at the work progress of Hashijitaro and his three "supervisors".

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, and the familiar atmosphere full of Japanese horror aesthetics is being reconstructed bit by bit.

Then, he'll go to the set of the second season of "Wonderful Stories of the World."

Kenji Sato and Takeshi Yamamoto, the two veterans of the Kanto school, were like two of the most sophisticated instruments, reproducing every detail of his drawings exactly in the camera.

The tacit understanding and efficiency are even higher than at the beginning.

In the afternoon, he will devote all his energy to that new battlefield full of infinite possibilities - the recording site of "Super Change".

Watching Kei Tanaka and his reborn team, with an almost pilgrimage-like enthusiasm, turning his wild ideas into reality one by one, that feeling is like a God who has created a new world with his own hands, full of incomparable sense of accomplishment.

Everything is good and everything is under control.

On Friday evening, when Nohara Hiroshi finished processing the last document at hand and looked at the gradually sinking dusk outside the window, a kind of satisfaction and relaxation from the heart made the smile on the corners of his mouth become particularly gentle.

He picked up the phone and dialed Beichuan Yao's internal number.

"Kitagawa, go reserve a table. The best private room at Torikochi in Ginza. It's my treat tonight. Invite all three core members of our project team."

"Hi! Section Chief!" Beichuan Yao's crisp voice full of surprise came from the other end of the phone.

It is such a blessing to follow Hiroshi Nohara. From time to time, the section chief Hiroshi Nohara will treat us to a meal.

They ate and drank heartily and enjoyed a feast.

The little girl Beichuan Yao has gained four or five pounds. Every time she hears Nohara Hiroshi say he will treat them, she will smile happily yet distressedly.

But every time I can go to a high-end izakaya and enjoy a high-end meal.

Who wouldn’t like it?

……

Ginza, Toriko.

This top-notch yakitori restaurant, which grills its food with top-grade Binchotan charcoal and claims to be able to make even chicken butts as exquisite as kaiseki cuisine, is currently enveloped in a cheerful atmosphere filled with a sense of victory.

Three project teams, with nearly thirty core members, gathered together.

They drank ice-cold Asahi draft beer and ate the juicy grilled chicken, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Their faces were filled with a kind of pride that came from the heart.

"Come on! Cheers to our almighty Section Chief Nohara!"

I don't know who was the first to raise his glass.

Immediately, the thunderous responses merged into a torrent that was enough to shake the entire Ginza night sky!

"cheers!"

Nohara Hiroshi smiled and raised his glass, drinking the cold liquid in one gulp. The exhilaration of a winner swept away all the fatigue in his heart.

'Beep! Beep!'

In the midst of this sea of ​​revelry, a rapid electronic beep sounded from the pager he placed on the table.

He picked up the small black square, took a look at the strange number and the short, rustic message displayed on the screen, and was completely stunned.

[Is this Hiroshi? I'm your brother Sashi. Your parents and I just arrived at Tokyo Station. Where are you now?]

"……what?!"

Hiroshi Nohara felt as if his brain was hit hard by a meteorite falling from the sky.

For the first time, a trace of undisguised, pure dullness appeared on his face, which was always calm.

Brother? Father? Ofukuro? (Brother? Dad? Mom?)

Why... did they come to Tokyo?!

And... already arrived?!

This seems a bit too sudden, doesn't it?!

……

Tokyo Station, Shinkansen platform.

The endless stream of people was like a stone thrown into an ant nest, causing chaotic ripples.

Nohara Ginnosuke and Nohara Tsuru, two elderly men from the countryside of Akita, were now looking at the huge futuristic station in front of them with curiosity, like two groundhogs who had strayed into a steel forest.

"Wow! Ahe, look! That tram has two decks!" Nohara Ginnosuke pointed to a double-decker Shinkansen slowly passing by in the distance, his little eyes flashing with excitement that had never seen the world before.

"Yes, yes, and that one, the screen is so big, bigger than our TV at home!" Nohara Tsuru pointed at the huge electronic display screen in the waiting hall like a child, with an amazed look on his face.

The two people's admiration, which was full of local flavor, formed a sharp contrast with the Tokyo people around them who were in a hurry and had long been accustomed to this.

"They're all a bunch of stinky outsiders coming to Tokyo!"

Those Tokyo people curled their lips.

Only Nohara Sashi, the simple farmer, was looking at his wallet, which had shrunk in an instant because of the purchase of three train tickets, with a painful look on his face. His dark face was full of regret.

"Father, I told you a long time ago that we can just take the ordinary tram. It's not much faster. The Shinkansen is too expensive. One ticket is enough for our family's food expenses for several days." He couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

"Shut up! You mean bastard!"

Nohara Ginnosuke glared, and the majesty of the head of the family reappeared: "We are here to see Hiroshi! We are here to see the hope for the future of our Nohara family! Of course we have to take the best car and come in style! What do you know?!"

He paused, looked up and down at his eldest son with a look of disappointment in his son's ability, and curled his lips.

"With your stingy behavior, it's no wonder you're almost thirty and can't even find a girlfriend! You deserve it!"

"I... I'm just being frugal!" Nohara Sashi's face flushed, and he stiffened his neck and retorted, "Besides, the reason I can't find a girlfriend is that girls these days are too materialistic! It has nothing to do with whether I'm frugal or not!"

"Alright, alright, you two, you start arguing as soon as you meet."

Nohara Tsuru, as usual, came out to smooth things over. She glanced around, a hint of worry emerging on her gentle face. "Xiuzhi, have you paged Guangzhi? He...he'll come pick us up, right?"

"It's sent." Nohara Sashi pulled out his treasured pager and waved it proudly. "Don't worry, Mom. This is called 'achieving great results with little effort'! A pager only has a few words, and it's much cheaper than a phone call! Hiroshi, that kid, will definitely get back to me the moment he sees the message."

As soon as he finished speaking, the small pager vibrated again.

[Brother, take good care of Mom and Dad. I'll be there soon.]

"Look!" A victorious smile instantly appeared on Nohara Sashi's face.

Call up?

Where there is a pager, it is convenient to send text messages.

And it’s cheap!

……

The black Toyota Crown Majestic was like a flash of black lightning in the night, moving smoothly and swiftly through Tokyo's complex spider-web-like roads.

Of course, Nohara Hiroshi couldn't drive after drinking. Neon has now implemented penalty standards for drunk driving.

Quite strict.

So Nohara Hiroshi asked Hase Michizo, who didn't drink because he had other things to do, to drive.

"Hase! Faster!"

In the back seat, Hiroshi Nohara looked at the street scene rapidly receding outside the window, and a hint of panic emerged on his usually calm face, which he himself was not even aware of.

No matter how well you do, when you see your parents, you will always feel a little excited.

And Nohara Hiroshi is a time traveler.

To this parent and brother...

The emotions are still very complicated.

"Hi!"

In the driver's seat, Hasejizo, who was always a little shy, now looked like an experienced driver. He nodded heavily and stepped on the accelerator a little deeper.

“Wuwuwu——”

The V8 engine let out a low roar and rushed forward quickly like an awakened beast, bringing with it the astonished faces of passers-by who heard the noise.

However, when they saw that it was the luxury car Toyota Crown, they all gritted their teeth and cursed.

"Some rich people have luxury cars, so what? They make noises like this in the middle of the night! It's unreliable!"

Then they soon arrived at the pick-up platform of Tokyo Station.

Far away.

Nohara Hiroshi saw three figures carrying large and small bags, waiting for something pitifully at the edge of the platform.

Nohara Hiroshi's heart moved slightly, and he subconsciously showed a bright smile, waving his hands vigorously and shouting, "Dad, Mom! And... Brother Xiaozhi!"

Chapter 104 The embarrassed Nohara family! The excited Nohara family!

"Dad, Mom! And... Brother Sashi!"

That shout penetrated the noisy voices and cold steel echoes of Tokyo Station, and like a ray of warm sunlight, it landed precisely on the three figures who were carrying large and small bags and seemed a little at a loss.

Nohara Ginnosuke almost immediately came over following the voice. When he saw the young man who was walking towards him quickly, with an upright posture and outstanding temperament, his face, which always had a bit of country boy cunning and complacency, suddenly became stern. He subconsciously straightened his back and tried to put on the air of a head of the family, with an air of majesty without even getting angry.

He strode forward and patted the broad, strong shoulders twice. The force was more like testing the firmness of the newly harvested radishes in his own field rather than the intimacy between father and son.

"Yeah, not bad." He squeezed these two words out of his throat, his voice low, as if afraid to reveal even a little emotion. "It seems that you haven't been hanging out in places like Tokyo, so you're still in good health."

Having said that, under the same thick eyebrows as his youngest son, the pair of small eyes that always sparkled with shrewdness had already narrowed uncontrollably into slits, and the smile that could not be suppressed at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows had already betrayed his pitiful disguise.

On that weather-beaten face emerged a kind of clumsy yet extremely real pride that belonged to a father.