I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

In this era, it's the equivalent of easily buying a brand new mid-range Toyota sedan every month.

Converted into purchasing power in later generations, it is enough for any urban white-collar worker to achieve financial freedom.

But this is far from enough.

Hiroshi Nohara's ambition has long since gone beyond this small pond and reached the vast ocean of stars called capital.

What he wants is a monthly income of tens of millions, or even... hundreds of millions!

After all, in the past, those famous Chinese film and television investors, even movie stars, or the companies and studios they owned, whether they were investing in films or creating variety shows, money flowed into their pockets like water.

Of course there are a lot of tricks involved.

But who said...

Is there nothing fishy about Neon?

Anyway, making money is making money no matter how you do it.

And the upcoming show "Super Change" will be the first fulcrum for him to leverage this era.

……

TV Tokyo, Studio 3.

This place looks more like a huge abandoned warehouse than a studio.

It was a huge auditorium that could accommodate thousands of spectators. The dome was so high that it seemed to touch the clouds. Rows of audience seats covered with white dust cloth stood quietly under the dim light like silent tombstones.

The air is filled with a unique scent of old wood, dust and metal. With every breath, you seem to smell the forgotten glory of the past era.

This was once the exclusive venue for Tokyo TV to hold large-scale evening parties and singing competitions, but with the completion of a newer and more modern studio building, it was gradually abandoned and became a forgotten corner that was only occasionally used in certain variety show projects.

But now, this forgotten corner has regained its vitality because of the arrival of a person.

"Section Chief!"

When Nohara Hiroshi's figure appeared at the entrance of the auditorium, Tanaka Kei, who had been waiting there for a long time, quickly came forward like a soldier who had seen his backbone. His face, which had long since washed away all the dejection, was filled with uncontrollable excitement and enthusiasm.

Behind him, the variety show team that had been disbanded, along with the more than 20 Kanto-style actors personally selected by Hiroshi Nohara, were now like an assembled army, lined up in neat rows, staring intently at their new coach who was a little too young.

"Section Chief Nohara, good afternoon!"

The uniform greetings resonated in the empty auditorium.

Nohara Hiroshi nodded calmly, his eyes sweeping over the group of people in front of him who looked refreshed. His eyes were like those of an experienced general reviewing his troops.

"Are you all ready?"

"Yes! All the props, lights, and camera positions have been arranged according to your drawing!" Kei Tanaka's voice was loud and full of energy.

"Very good." Nohara Hiroshi didn't waste any words. He patted Tanaka Kei on the shoulder and said with an undeniable power in his voice, "Then let's get started. Let everyone see what level our Kanto variety show is at."

At the command, the entire silent auditorium suddenly came alive.

The huge stage backdrop was slowly lifted up, revealing the pure black curtain underneath that was powerful enough to swallow up all light.

Dozens of high-powered stage spotlights, like sleeping giant eyes, light up one after another, casting beams of light that are bright or dark, full of dramatic tension.

The actors quickly took their positions. There was no tension or anxiety on their faces. Instead, there was a calmness and composure that was unique to being guided by an absolutely clear script.

They are all too familiar with this feeling.

They had already experienced this once on the set of "Wonderful Stories of the World".

They know that what they need to do is not to improvise or respond on the spot.

Instead, it perfectly reproduced every joke and every gag that had already been designed in the young man's mind without any error.

"First game! 'Bowling'! Action!"

With Kei Tanaka's order, the variety show debut, which seemed full of unknowns and challenges to the outside world, officially kicked off with an almost industrialized, assembly-line-style precision operation.

……

An hour later, when the last shot of the creative "human typewriter" was completed, the entire crew was still immersed in the smoothness and efficiency, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

"Too... too fast..." A young script supervisor muttered to himself, looking at the timer in his hand. His eyes looked like he was watching a miracle just happened before his eyes: "In just one hour... We actually finished shooting ten creative short films?"

"It's more than just fast!" The veteran lighting guy was so excited his face flushed. "You didn't see it! That 'beer pouring' scene just now, with the lights shining from the bottom up, and combined with the dry ice effect, that scene was absolutely amazing! I've been working in lighting for twenty years, and I've never seen anything like it!"

"This is all thanks to Section Chief Hiroshi Nohara! We conducted the shooting strictly according to the drawings he provided! We didn't expect the results to be so good!" Others were also very moved.

Including Kei Tanaka.

At this moment, Kei Tanaka was watching the images replayed on the monitor, his face filled with undisguised ecstasy and excitement.

He walked quickly to Nohara Hiroshi, his posture like a student eager to show off his perfect test paper to the teacher.

"Section Chief! Look! This effect... is simply... is ten times better than we imagined!"

Nohara Hiroshi just watched calmly, with a satisfied arc on the corner of his mouth.

"Very good." Nohara Hiroshi praised.

This is the effect he wants.

However, these were also within his expectations. After all, the drawing itself was based on the "Super Change" in his previous life, and the variety show itself was a perfect shot that had been edited.

He plagiarized it once.

How can the effect shown now be bad?

However, in this atmosphere filled with the joy of victory, two figures full of discordant notes came uninvited like two flies that smelled blood.

"Hey, isn't this our Kanto-style variety show genius, Director Tanaka?"

A sarcastic voice filled with contempt and disdain came from the entrance of the auditorium.

Takashi Yasui and Nagaan Ito, the two Tokyo-style variety show aces, walked in slowly with their hands behind their backs, like two kings inspecting their territory.

Their eyes swept contemptuously over the slightly old venue, over the defeated soldiers whose faces still had flushes of excitement, and finally fell on Kei Tanaka, who was reporting his work to Hiroshi Nohara with excitement on his face.

The look in his eyes was as if he was looking at a ridiculous child who was ignorant of the immensity of the world and was trying to play house in front of adults.

"What? Finished filming so quickly?" Yasui Takashi shook the gleaming gold Rolex on his wrist, a playful smile plastered across his handsome, unruly face. "I thought you'd be stuck here for at least a week. Apparently, this kindergarten-level pretend game really doesn't require much skill."

"Yasui! You—!"

Tanaka Kei's face instantly turned purple, he turned around abruptly, and his eyes, which had just been burning with the flames of hope, instantly erupted with raging rage at being humiliated in public by his old enemy!

He would never forget how these two guys had teamed up to belittle his painstakingly crafted project, "Saturday! Let's Go!", in front of the higher-ups, and declared it worthless!

It was these two guys who used their connections in the variety show department to trip him up at every turn, causing his show to suffer a devastating blow in terms of publicity and scheduling!

This hatred and resentment have already penetrated deep into the bone marrow!

However, before his rage could fully erupt, a hand gently pressed on his shoulder.

Nohara Hiroshi had stood beside him without him noticing.

He didn't look at the two clowns. Instead, he calmly said to Tanaka Kei, "Let's go, Director Tanaka. Let's go back and edit the film."

He paused, and a cold look flashed across his clear eyes, as if a god was looking down at an ant.

"After all, it's officially airing next month. Then, let's use the ratings to put those self-righteous guys to the test."

These words were spoken lightly, but they were like an invisible slap in the face of Yasui Takashi and Ito Nagaan.

The smiles on their faces froze instantly.

They looked at the young man who didn't even bother to look at them, and looked at his tall and calm back. The absolute confidence that belonged to an ace was uncontrollably shaken slightly.

"Hmph, just trying to be mysterious." An Jinggui snorted coldly, but there was a hint of cowardice in his voice that he himself didn't even realize.

Ito Changan just pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his sharp eyes stared at the direction where Nohara Hiroshi left. There was an elusive and sharp look in his eyes behind the lenses.

He always felt that things seemed to be sliding madly in a direction that they could not predict at all.

"Let's go." He said solemnly to Yasui Takashi beside him, "We need to go see Deputy Director Takada. This Nohara Hiroshi...maybe he's even more difficult to deal with than we thought."

……

When the two fearful figures disappeared at the door of the auditorium, Nohara Hiroshi's mouth finally curled up into a cold arc.

Of course he knew that the old fox, Takada Toshihide, had already begun his plan of flattery.

In recent days, major media outlets have been flooded with corny articles touting him as the "variety show savior" and the "god of cross-border work," as if they were free.

The posture was as if they wanted to push him onto a guillotine called "Myth" immediately.

Unfortunately, they miscalculated.

They thought that they were facing a young man who was just starting out and was arrogant because of his talent.

They had no idea that their real opponent was a dimensionality-reducing attacker who possessed another world and a full thirty years of variety show development history.

Praise for killing?

Nohara Hiroshi sneered in his heart.

Just based on their little tricks that are not presentable enough, do they deserve to be praised to death?

It's a bit funny.

Wait until next month, when the national carnival directed by him, called "Super Change", officially kicks off.

They will know what true despair is.

Chapter 110 is ready! The countdown to Super Transformation has begun!

In the production headquarters building of Tokyo TV, the office of the executive deputy director at the top of the power pyramid was like the eye before a storm, so quiet that it was suffocating.

As usual, Takada Toshihide stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the door, holding a cup of top-quality Blue Mountain coffee that had already gone cold.

The air in the office seemed to be frozen and heavy enough to crush bones.

Masao Iwata sat like a soulless stone statue, humbly bent over on a low stool next to the sofa. His face, once full of arrogance, now only had numbness and emptiness left after being completely crushed by reality.

He didn't dare to look up, or even breathe, for fear that the slightest sound would bring down the wrath of the silent volcano.

It would be the same even if he didn't make any mistakes now.

"Squeak-"

The heavy mahogany door was silently pushed open, and two completely different figures, like two unsheathed blades, one in front and one behind, broke through the silence and appeared at the door.