I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

"That's right!" Nohara Ginnosuke frowned, his thick eyebrows furrowed. "House prices in Tokyo are changing every day! Everyone says the economy will keep getting better! The newspapers are saying that Japan is about to buy up the entire United States! At this moment, wouldn't it be foolish to not invest in real estate and buy those unwanted wastelands?"

"That's not the case..." Nohara Hiroshi smiled, with a hint of compassion in his smile.

Buy America?

He knew better than anyone that the current carnival sweeping the country was just the last feast before the bubble burst.

It won’t be long before the unprecedented economic storm comes.

By then, stocks will become worthless pieces of paper, skyscrapers will become dens of evil, and countless elites who are still in the limelight today will be homeless on the streets tomorrow.

The prosperity beneath the bubble is nothing but a mirage.

When the tide recedes, the only eternal reality is the land beneath our feet.

But he knew that these principles would not make sense to his family who were now overwhelmed by fanaticism.

He doesn't need them to understand.

"You don't need to understand why." Nohara Hiroshi's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority: "You just need to trust me. I'll pay. You just need to do it. Listen to me, that's all."

Nohara Ginnosuke and Nohara Sashi looked at each other, and saw deep shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

They couldn't understand the logic behind their youngest son's words, but they could feel the confidence that was enough to shake mountains.

Finally, as if all their strength had been drained away, the two nodded dejectedly: "Okay... okay. We'll... listen to you."

After all, who made the youngest son Nohara Hiroshi so successful?

A hammer is fixed.

In this restaurant overlooking the entire Tokyo, the fate of the Nohara family was gently steered onto a new and magnificent course by a hand from the future.

……

The afternoon was spent in a typical tourist carnival.

From the incense-filled Sensō-ji Temple, to the leisurely and relaxing Ueno Park, to the solemnity of the Imperial Palace Outer Gardens.

Hiroshi Nohara played the role of tour guide with ease, after all, he had taken the Oyama family along the same route not long ago.

Nohara Ginnosuke and Nohara Tsuru were like two children stepping out of the mountains for the first time. Everything they saw was new and exciting, and they were grinning from ear to ear in every photo they took. Their genuine joy infected everyone around them.

Only Nohara Sashi, although he also changed into new clothes and had a smile on his face, there was a hint of solemnity in the depths of his eyes.

He looked at his brother's calm figure, recalled the deafening doomsday prophecy at noon, and the string of frugality in his heart was tightened as never before.

The economic crisis...

This word, like a heavy mountain, weighed on the heart of this simple farmer.

He decided that after returning home, he must work harder and save money more desperately.

It's not for myself, but to leave an extra brick and tile for this family to shelter from the wind and rain when the big storm my brother mentioned comes.

Just as the family was excitedly discussing where to go for dinner to taste the legendary monjayaki, the pager in Nohara Hiroshi's pocket beeped again.

He picked it up and took a look, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

[Section Chief, the actors are all in place. The first episode of "Super Change" has officially begun! The studio is ablaze! — Kei Tanaka]

well.

With three fronts advancing simultaneously, everything is under control.

He put away his pager and was about to ask his family to get in the car when his attention was drawn to a commotion at the entrance of a nearby shopping mall.

The place was packed with people, and in the middle of the crowd, it seemed that a new product launch event was being held.

"Wow! Guangzhi, look, it's so lively over there!" Meiya stood on tiptoe curiously, pointed in that direction and said, "It seems like they're selling some kind of... very small cell phones?"

cell phone?

Nohara Hiroshi had an idea and pulled Misae into the crowd.

On the booth, a female host in a professional suit was holding a silver cube that was only half the size of a palm and introducing it loudly in a very provocative tone.

"Everyone! Look! This is the groundbreaking product Panasonic has brought us—a portable mobile phone! With it, you're no longer bound by telephone lines! Whether you're in the car, on the road, or anywhere else, you can stay in close contact with your family, friends, and clients anytime, anywhere!"

Nohara Hiroshi's pupils suddenly shrank.

coming!

He knew that in the era of mobile communications, the dusty door was officially opened at this moment!

Without any hesitation, he pushed through the crowd and walked to the booth.

"How much is this phone?"

When the female host saw this young man with extraordinary temperament and wearing designer clothes, her eyes lit up and she quickly quoted a sky-high price that would discourage 99% of the people present.

"It's 400,000 yen per movie." The female host said.

"Four hundred thousand yen? That expensive?"

"Oh my god! This is too expensive! Four hundred thousand yen for what?!"

"This is too scary!"

Suddenly the crowd around exclaimed.

You should know that the current annual income of Tokyo residents is only 6 million yen, but in fact, the annual income of most Tokyo residents is only around 4 million, or even lower.

Now this mobile phone costs 400,000 yen.

One month's salary.

It’s too expensive!

However, Nohara Hiroshi just nodded calmly.

"very good."

He turned around and gave a bright smile to his family members behind him, whose faces had already turned pale with fear at the price.

"Give me five."

"..."

The whole world seemed to have pressed the mute button.

If the three million bonus was a thunderclap, then the casual words "five copies" at this moment was an explosion that was enough to destroy their minds!

Nohara Ginnosuke felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

Nohara Sashi's eyes went dark and he almost fainted on the spot.

He looked at his younger brother, who calmly paid the huge sum of money, which was enough to build a small building in their hometown, as if buying five green onions. Then he distributed the five silver cubes representing the future and technology to each person one by one.

"Dad, Mom, Big Brother, Mei-ya, one for each of us. This way it'll be easier to keep in touch. We also need to keep in touch with our agricultural company."

He paused, then carefully placed the last cell phone back into the box.

"There is another one, which is for my father-in-law."

The Nohara family held the cold and heavy "future" in their hands blankly, their minds completely blank.

They felt as if they were not traveling in Tokyo, but on a spaceship called the future, helmed by Hiroshi Nohara, and were madly jumping through time and space at a speed that they could not understand.

Nohara Hiroshi looked at his family members' completely frustrated expressions and just smiled.

What are you going to do with all that money?

Isn’t it for the family?!

Chapter 108: Mobile mail delivery goes to Kumamoto Prefecture! The Oyama family is shocked!

Aso City, Kumamoto Prefecture.

There is neither the suffocating steel jungle of Tokyo nor the never-ending prosperity of Ginza.

Here are rolling green mountains, vast fields, and the snow-covered Aso volcano that stands quietly between heaven and earth like a sleeping giant.

Time seems to slow down here, bringing with it a pastoral sense of leisure and tranquility.

In the Oyama family's mansion, the air was filled with the fragrance of tatami and soil, mixed with a hint of the tempting burnt aroma of yakitori.

“Ha! That’s exactly what it tastes like!”

Yoshiharu Koyama, the patriarch of the Koyama family, was leaning comfortably against the low table at this moment, drinking a glass of ice-cold Asahi beer in one gulp and letting out a sigh of satisfaction from the depths of his soul.

His face, which had seemed a little serious due to his long years as the dean of studies, was now filled with the purest happiness that could only belong to a middle-aged man.

"Mother of you, your skill in grilling chicken skewers is getting better and better. Paired with this ice-cold beer, it's simply... the ultimate enjoyment in life!" As he spoke, he picked up a skewer of crispy-cooked chicken skin and ate it until his mouth was full of oil.

"Just your sweet mouth."

From the kitchen, the voice of his wife Xiaoshan Gaoya was heard, which was a little angry but could not hide her smile.

She came out holding a plate of freshly made, still steaming, red bean-filled rice cakes. The plump white rice cakes were dotted with a few plump red beans, which looked very appetizing.

"Try some freshly made rice cakes. Zhen'er loves them the most. I don't know when she will come back." Xiaoshan Gaoya put down the plate and sat down next to her husband. A trace of motherly worry appeared on her face, which always had a gentle smile.

"Speaking of which, that kid named Shinya, recently... it seems like he hasn't been in contact with that kid from the Fujiwara family for a while."

This topic, like a drop of ink falling into a calm lake, instantly added a touch of solemnity to the leisurely and comfortable atmosphere in the living room.

The smile on Yoshiharu Koyama's face faded a little, he frowned, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, which always had a scrutinizing look in them.

"Oh? What's going on? I've met that kid from the Fujiwara family a few times. He's a nice guy. His family's well-off, and his father is a county councilor. He's polite and has a respectable job. Why did he stop interacting with us?"

"How would I know?" Xiaoshan Gaoya sighed, her gentle eyes filled with helplessness. "You know our Zhenya. She looks calm and gentle, but deep down, she's more stubborn than anyone else. I've asked her several times, and she always said it was nothing, just that she's been busy lately. But I always feel like there's more to it than that."

"That won't do!" Koyama Yoshiharu's tone grew serious, the authority of a principal unconsciously emanating from him. "It took a lot of effort to arrange this marriage. Our Koyama family is just an ordinary civil servant family. Marrying into the Fujiwara family means that Shinya is marrying up! It's all thanks to her hard work, good character, good work, and beautiful looks that they're interested in her. If... if anything goes wrong, then..."

He didn't finish his words, but the anxiety of the head of the family was evident in his words.

In this society where classes have long been solidified, a good marriage is enough to change the fate of a family for decades to come.

"I know, I know." Xiaoshan Gaoya nodded, his face full of agreement. "When she comes back, I'll have a good talk with her. We can't let her do whatever she wants and let her have random thoughts."

"Oh." Yoshiharu Koyama sighed and said nothing more.

After all, it's about the children's marriage.

It is often the parents who have experienced the ups and downs of life who have the most say.