I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

Then think about it, I still live in an old and dilapidated apartment.

My wife often complains that she has no ability to make money.

That kind of sadness.

That kind of jealousy.

That kind of jealousy...was about to burn him out!

"Yes, I need to study, and I will have it all." Hashimoto forced himself to grin.

But the bloodshot in his eyes became redder and redder!

Chapter 51 Myth

For Hiroshi Nohara, this is really just the beginning.

On Tuesday night, when the third episode "Inside" and the fourth episode "Wall Girl" of "Dark House" were broadcast, the curve representing the ratings was like a giant dragon that broke free from gravity, raising its head to the sky in an almost unreasonable manner!

On Wednesday morning, the ratings were 5.54%.

On Thursday morning, the ratings were 5.98%.

On Friday morning, the ratings were 6.44%.

Saturday morning, the ratings were 6.87%!

At this moment, numbers seem to have lost their original cold meaning.

It is no longer data.

But it is a war drum and a trumpet.

It is a triumphant song that declares that an old era is being ruthlessly crushed and a new king is rising!

The entire Tokyo TV production department was speechless.

Those eyes that once contained sympathy and pity had now all turned into surprise.

Surprise turned into shock.

The end of the shock is the respect for the strong.

"That Suzuki classmate... no, that Nohara Hiroshi, what kind of monster is he?"

"He's not making an animation, he's conducting a large-scale psychological experiment on the entire Tokyo audience!"

"I heard that taxi drivers throughout Tokyo are now afraid to take orders to remote areas at night, for fear of encountering something bad. They are all terrified to death!"

"It's not just the taxi drivers. My sister is now afraid to work overtime at the company. She gets scared when she sees something bad!"

Various discussions were quietly circulating in the tea room, in the corridor, and in every corner.

The name Nohara Hiroshi, like a mysterious urban legend, and the ghosts he wrote about have become the most fascinating and terrifying protagonists in the city's night talks.

……

Finally, Saturday night arrived.

This is "Anzhiju"

For the first time ever, the TV station arranged an unprecedented three-episode series for this early morning animation.

When the familiar nursery rhyme and drum beats sounded for the last time, the whole of Tokyo seemed to hold its breath.

[Gachapon], [Farewell], [Drum Sender].

These three stories, like three poisoned scalpels, precisely and mercilessly dissect the most hidden greed, indifference and ignorance in human nature.

When the last frame froze and the word "The End" appeared grimly on the screen, all the viewers watching in front of the TV felt an extreme shudder as if they were completely hollowed out... and felt nothingness.

Because they were all scared.

Because these three episodes are themselves a kind of intimidation to human nature and human hearts. They are an analysis of human nature and a blow to human hearts in urban ghost stories!

Therefore, any audience who watches the three episodes on the last day will have a brand new experience brought by the urban legend.

A whole new kind of terror.

It will completely destroy the sense of horror of ancient myths and legends.

Let them tremble in their hearts!

then……

Even if the final episode comes, there will be nothing left to watch, and it feels empty.

Everyone will inevitably miss "Dark House Season 2", and everyone will watch the replay if they have the chance.

It’s just like watching the replay of “Dark Zhiju Season 1”.

Fascinated by it.

Can't help but want to relive it again!

……

Then, on Sunday morning, when the first rays of sunshine of the new week illuminated the city like divine revelation, a ratings report that would go down in the history of Tokyo TV was delivered to the desks of every classroom in the production department.

"The late-night animation "Anzhiju" has a final episode viewership rating of 8.12%!"

“The ratings are legendary!”

myth.

When this word appeared on the official report in an unquestionable manner, the entire Tokyo TV station was in complete shock.

This is no longer a simple victory.

This is the most thorough and loudest subversion of the inherent rules, resources and power of the entire industry, launched by an unknown intern, leading a guerrilla team regarded by everyone as "old, weak and disabled".

Suzuki's classroom was plunged into a strange silence.

No one cheered, no one shed tears.

Everyone just stared at the number in a daze, like a group of mortals looking up at a monument that they had built with their own hands but was beyond their imagination, their hearts filled with awe and pride.

Nohara Hiroshi stood by the window, looking at the bustling city below, which was still as small as an ant, with his eyes calm and deep.

He knew that from today on, he was no longer the intern who needed to rely on Suzuki Seito's name to move around in this TV station.

He, Hiroshi Nohara, has used his own name to carve his first profound mark on the power map of this city.

And this is still just the beginning.

……

The birth of a myth is often not accompanied by earth-shattering noises, but rather on countless ordinary mornings, when the sun shines on this huge steel forest called Tokyo at the same angle as yesterday, people belatedly discover that the first deep cracks have appeared in some indestructible order.

Tokyo TV Production Headquarters Building.

This building, which is usually wrapped in efficiency and rules like a precision instrument, is filled with a kind of anxiety and excitement in the air today, as if it has been pierced by high-voltage electric current.

In the tea room, the monotonous sound of the coffee machine was suppressed, replaced by whispers.

Those directors who usually look up to the sky and discuss prime-time ratings and tens of millions of production budgets, at this moment, are like a group of inland teenagers who see the sea for the first time, gathered around a thin report, with disbelief flashing in their eyes.

"8.12%... I double-checked it three times. My friend in the statistics department told me this number is correct." A Level director, known for his meticulousness, spoke with a dreamy, trance-like voice: "This isn't just a late-night rating anymore. This... This is a declaration of war against prime time."

"It's more than just a declaration of war."

Another senior member of the planning department pushed up his glasses, his gaze penetrating from behind the lenses. "I went to watch the final three-part series last night. Did you notice? It completely departs from the traditional horror genre. It's playing with people's minds, deconstructing the audience's psychological comfort zone. That young man, Hiroshi Nohara, isn't just telling a ghost story; he's giving all of us in the television industry a masterclass in creativity, using minimal effort."

These words caused the surroundings to fall into a deeper silence.

It was a complex emotion mixed with jealousy, awe, and a little powerlessness.

They are all elites in this industry. They are used to using resources, connections and money to build barriers for their works.

But now, an unknown young man, with just a pen and a few pieces of paper, easily crossed all their barriers and planted a flag of his own on the territory they were most proud of.

The wind had indeed changed direction.

Chapter 52: Promoted to Level Director

Top floor, deputy director's office.

The door that was always as heavy as the embodiment of power was now filled with a dead silence.

Takada Toshihide did not get angry, and he even lost the suppressed gloom of the past few days.

He just sat quietly behind the huge desk, holding a cup of cold coffee in his hand, looking out the window at the city skyline that he once thought was under his control.

His eyes were somewhat empty.

Masao Iwata stood stiffly by the side like a soulless wax figure, even his breathing seemed cautious.

He didn't dare look at Takada Toshihide's face.

Because he knew that beneath that unusual calmness was a true rage that was enough to burn him to ashes.

It wasn't until a long time later that Takada Shunei slowly spoke, his voice as hoarse as if it had been polished by sandpaper: "I heard that Asumi went to the Human Resources Department in person this morning."

Iwata Masao's body trembled suddenly.

"He formally submitted an application for... exceptional promotion to the station, citing the reason of 'discovering and nurturing a talented newcomer who created a ratings legend.'"

The corner of Takada Shunying's mouth curled up in an extremely sarcastic arc, and in that smile, there was a kind of cold self-mockery after being humiliated in public.

"He wants that intern named Nohara Hiroshi to skip all the formalities and be promoted to a Level 4 Director. He's also going to establish an independent special production team named after him, specifically responsible for 'urban ghost story'-type projects."

boom!

It was as if something exploded in Masao Iwata's mind.

He looked up in astonishment, his face filled with even more disbelief than when he heard the number 8.12%.

Independent production team?

Named after an intern?

This... this is no longer a simple promotion, this is creating a god!

It was Asumi who announced to everyone in the most direct and brutal way that he had found the sharpest weapon that could overturn the power structure of the entire production bureau!