I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

In the public studio on the first floor, seven or eight young girls were sitting upright, either checking financial statements or organizing personnel files. Each of them was wearing a well-fitting professional suit, with a solemn expression on their faces as if they had been entrusted with an important task.

Seeing Nohara Hiroshi appear, they stood up from their seats almost at the same time and bowed deeply to him.

"Hello, Minister Nohara~!"

The voice was clear and pleasant, filled with awe and worship from the heart.

They knew that this extremely young man in front of them was not only the lover of their president, but also the legendary figure who had single-handedly shaken up the entire Japanese television industry.

"okay."

Nohara Hiroshi smiled and nodded, then handed the drawings to one of the most capable-looking girls. "Scan these and file them, then inform President Misae that I'm here."

"Hi!"

Not long after, the door of the president's office on the second floor was pushed open.

A beautiful figure walked out.

Misae Koyama was wearing a well-tailored beige Chanel business suit, her long, smooth hair was neatly tied behind her head, and her pretty face had a bit of cuteness.

There is also a sense of confidence of a workplace elite between his eyebrows.

She was no longer the girl who needed to be protected, but the only queen of this newborn kingdom!

This was something Nohara Hiroshi had never seen before.

Ok.

Hiroshi Nohara is ready to make a move.

Misae walked in front of Hiroshi Nohara, and all the ice in her big obsidian eyes melted instantly, leaving only the purest attachment and tenderness for her lover.

"You're here."

She naturally took his arm and led him into the president's office, which was equally spacious and bright.

"How about it? Am I qualified as the president?" Mei Ya turned around playfully, her posture like a little queen who was eager to show the results of her governance to the king.

"Very qualified." Nohara Hiroshi smiled and held her in his arms, gently kissing her smooth forehead: "My Meiya, you are born to do great things."

"Hey, let's talk business first!" Meiya also began to report on her recent work in his arms:

"Over at Shueisha, Mr. Tadokoro treats us like the God of Wealth. He says that Editor-in-Chief Torishima has issued a strict order: all manuscripts produced by our 'Mirai Manga Club' will be exempt from review and directly recommended in JUMP! He also says that as long as the quality of 'Doraemon' can be maintained, a single volume will be released next month, and the royalties... will be the highest standard for top-tier writers in the industry!"

"Yeah, that's expected." Nohara Hiroshi just nodded calmly.

Now his identity is no longer ordinary.

Maybe later...

Shueisha still needs to cooperate with him!

"besides……"

Meiya talked a lot about the future progress of the comics club.

Then her tone suddenly dropped a bit, and a layer of loss clouded her beautiful big eyes. "That girl, Yumene, called me yesterday and cried for a long time. She said she felt like she performed very well, but why was she still eliminated from the finals? She...she seemed to really like being on stage."

Nohara Hiroshi was silent for a moment. He held up Misae's little face, his clear eyes becoming more serious.

"Meiya, what do you think the entertainment industry is like?"

"Huh?" Meiya was stunned.

"Over there, there is a battlefield without the smoke of gunpowder, a Shura field built with fame, wealth, and desire."

Nohara Hiroshi's voice was calm, yet chillingly cold. "A girl from a small town with no background, relying on her looks and innocence to get in, what do you think awaits her?"

"There are countless unspoken rules, omnipresent calculations, and those wolves in human skin, casting gazes filled with greed and desire at her. I don't want Yume to experience that. I'd rather she just be an ordinary, happy girl her whole life."

These words were like a basin of cold water poured over Meiya's head, completely wiping out all the unrealistic fantasies in her heart.

She stared at Nohara Hiroshi blankly, a look of fear appearing in her big watery eyes.

"I...I understand." She buried her little face in his chest, her voice trembling with fear.

If Meng Ya really stepped into it...

How is it different from falling into a swamp?!

After all, there are also rumors about artists in Japan, and even some cruel endings have been revealed about some female artists.

Now that Mei Ya thought about it, she felt that behind the seemingly glamorous artists there was indeed something extremely dirty.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Nohara Hiroshi patted her back gently, as if comforting a frightened kitten.

He looked down at the girl in his arms who was wearing a professional suit but still looked cute and adorable. Suddenly, a flame of aggressiveness ignited in her calm eyes.

"Speaking of which, President Meisai." His voice lowered a few notches, with a hint of magnetic hoarseness: "As an investor, now that I've inspected my territory, shouldn't I... also receive a small reward?"

"Ah! You...you are not serious again!" Mei Ya's face turned red. She wanted to break free from his arms, but was firmly held by a pair of big hands like iron clamps.

"This is... this is the office..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, full of shy protest.

"I know." Nohara Hiroshi's mouth curled up in a domineering arc: "So, it's more interesting, isn't it?"

And Nohara Hiroshi's tone was slightly paused: "Mi-chan."

Misae didn't expect Nohara Hiroshi to call her name. She couldn't help but blush and collapsed in Nohara Hiroshi's arms, her voice trembling: "Wha... what?"

Nohara Hiroshi's face showed a devilish expression. He stepped forward and whispered into Misae's ear, which was already red with shyness. "You don't want to lose your job as president, do you?"

Misae was trembling all over, biting her lower lip and looking at Nohara Hiroshi.

Finally, I closed my eyes.

A slight 'hmm' sound.

This charming look immediately made Nohara Hiroshi more unbearable. He picked her up and carried her sideways, striding towards the president's desk, which was large enough to accommodate any wild imagination.

Outside the window is the breathtakingly prosperous cityscape of Tokyo.

Inside the window, there is a war between the king and the empress, a war full of conquest and fall.

He wants to keep this empire he created with his own hands firmly in his own hands, from business to emotions.

After all, Hiroshi Nohara made some deliberate arrangements when he first started designing the president's office.

The president's office is close to everyone's office area.

But it’s so far away!

The plan goes through!

Chapter 126 "Midnight Diner"! Editor-in-Chief Torishima visits! Strategic-level work!

Shueisha, Jimbocho, that building that stands like a huge gray rock and carries the glory of Japanese comics for half a century, the air is filled with a unique and undying atmosphere that belongs to the dreams of countless young people.

Top floor, editor-in-chief's office.

Rather than being an office, this place is more like a silent throne overlooking the entire comic kingdom.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the never-ending hustle and bustle of Tokyo, like a long river of destiny that will eventually flow into this vast ocean called "Weekly Shonen Jump" constructed by brushes and stories.

Kazuhiko Torishima, known as the "legendary editor" in the industry, is sitting quietly behind his desk with his back to the window.

He didn't look at the scenery outside the window. His deep eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything, were calmly looking at the young man in front of him who seemed a little embarrassed but could not hide his excitement.

Mr. Tian Suo.

"Please sit down, Mr. Tadokoro." Torishima Kazuhiko's voice was not loud, but it carried a strange power that was enough to calm any restless heart.

"Hi!" Masato Tadokoro bowed quickly and dared only sit one-third of the way down on the leather sofa that seemed to swallow up all the light. His posture was like a soldier about to be inspected.

Torishima Kazuhiko didn't rush to speak. He just gently pushed an internally circulated analysis report on the recent sales of major comics to the center of the table.

A name was circled heavily on it with a bright red marker - Hiroshi Nohara (author of "Yu Yu Hakusho" and "Doraemon").

"Tadokoro-kun, you did a great job."

Torishima Kazuhiko spoke slowly, his voice filled with genuine admiration: "I'm not talking about the resources you secured for Yu Yu Hakusho. I'm talking about the time you personally visited that Minister Nohara."

"Before that young man stirred up the entire era, you extended an olive branch of goodwill to our ancient empire, Shueisha. This vision, this gesture, is more valuable than discovering ten new manga artists."

These words instantly filled Masato Tadokoro's already anxious heart with a huge surge of warmth.

He knew that his efforts were noticed by the editor-in-chief.

"Editor-in-Chief, you're too kind." His voice was thick with suppressed emotion. "I'm just... simply overwhelmed by Mr. Nohara's talent. Serving a genius like him is the greatest honor for me as an editor."

"Very good." Torishima Kazuhiko nodded with satisfaction. "Tell me, what new developments have he made recently?"

"Hi!" Masato Tadokoro immediately straightened his back and reported in a deep voice.

"The Dark Martial Arts Tournament arc of Nohara-sensei's Yu Yu Hakusho has officially concluded, and the response has been unprecedentedly enthusiastic! The sales of the single volume have officially surpassed the ten million-copy mark! Based on the current momentum, once the next chapter, 'Gate to the Demon World Arc', begins, the final sales volume may even... reach the legendary twenty million-copy mark!"

"As for that Doraemon movie for children, it's even more... an absolute monster!"

Masato Tadokoro's voice trembled slightly with excitement. "Though only seven chapters have been serialized so far, the reader surveys have consistently shown positive reviews of over 98% for every chapter! Furthermore, Mr. Nohara has already handed over the initial coloring and fill-in work to his... President Koyama Misae's 'Mirai Manga Club.' I've been there, and they're a young team brimming with energy and potential. Their execution is truly astonishing!"

He paused, as if about to drop a more powerful bombshell, and his eyes, hidden behind thick lenses, flashed with an almost fanatical light.

"Also, Editor-in-Chief! A few days ago, when I went to Future Comics to receive submissions, I heard that President Misae mentioned that Mr. Nohara... he seems to have conceived a brand new manga with the theme of 'food'!"

"Delicious food?" A hint of astonishment appeared in Torishima Kazuhiko's eyes.

He slowly leaned back in his chair, his deep eyes flickering with complex expressions.

"A classic, action-packed manga with sales potential of 20 million copies, a children's science fiction manga destined to become a national classic, and now... a brand new food manga?"

He looked at Masato Tadokoro, his voice taking on a hint of gravity. "Tadokoro-kun, you're also a veteran in this industry. Do you think a creator's energy is truly...limitless?"

This is more of a self-question and self-answer than a question.

as predicted.

After Torishima Kazuhiko finished asking, he slowly muttered to himself:

"I've seen too many geniuses, after achieving tremendous success, blindly expand their portfolios. They believe they can do anything, but forget that inspiration, like a well, no matter how deep, will eventually be drained. Double or even triple openings often result in a precipitous drop in the quality of all their work. This is the most brutal, yet true, rule of thumb in our industry."

These words instantly cooled down the fanatical fire in Masato Tanado's heart.

Of course he knew the editor-in-chief's concerns.

but……