I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

"I...we can't let him succeed!" There was despair in Masao Iwata's voice, a wail after all hope had been completely taken away.

"late."

Takada Toshihide slowly leaned back in his leather boss chair. His eyes, which always sparkled with shrewdness and calculation, now revealed a hint of real fatigue for the first time.

"More than half of the board members have been convinced by the 8.12% figure.

They don't care about factional struggles; they only care about who can bring profit to the TV station and create the next legend."

He closed his eyes, like an idol in a shrine after all the incense had burned out, leaving only a cold stone body.

"Iwata, please go out first. I want to be alone...

……

In Suzuki's classroom, the roar of victory finally settled into a deeper joy under the passage of time.

At this time, Hiroshi Nohara was in his own personal lounge, which was also his office, as if he was oblivious to all the glory and turmoil in the outside world.

A brand new drawing was spread out in front of him.

There are no longer the passionate battles in "Yu Yu Hakusho" or the weird lines in "An Zhiju".

Instead, it was a five-year-old boy wearing a yellow shirt, red shorts, a flat head, and two thick, somewhat funny eyebrows.

He was grinning, showing his white teeth, and laughing heartily.

Nohara Hiroshi's pen tip gently touched the boy's face, as if touching a long-lost, warm dream belonging to another world.

"Shin-chan." A smile appeared on Nohara Hiroshi's lips.

He fell in love with this world.

"Dangdangdang——"

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the office door.

Suzuki Seito walked in, followed by a middle-aged man wearing a well-tailored suit and with an elegant face.

It's the Sea of ​​Tomorrow.

"Deputy Director!"

The office instantly became quiet, and everyone subconsciously stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Yeah." Ming Hai responded softly, then his eyes swept over everyone, and finally fell on the young man in the corner who was reminded in advance and called out from the office.

He did not act like a deputy director, but walked straight up to Nohara Hiroshi with a gentle smile on his face.

"Nohara-kun." His voice was filled with genuine admiration. "I came here today to formally express my gratitude to you in front of everyone for unearthing a treasure like you for us, Tokyo TV."

He even bowed his head slightly to show his respect.

"Thank you for your appreciation! Deputy Director Ming Rihai!"

Hiroshi Nohara bowed and bent over, without any error in etiquette, as the other party did not bow to express gratitude to him.

Neon attaches great importance to etiquette, seniority and class.

Nohara Hiroshi still understands this.

"very good."

When Ming Hai heard this, the smile on his face became even wider.

He looked at the drawing of Crayon Shin-chan on Nohara Hiroshi's desk, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions.

But a hint of curiosity also emerged.

He knew that a true genius always had his own world, unknown to outsiders.

He took out a document from his pocket and gently placed it in front of Hiroshi Nohara.

"This is the resolution the station just passed." His voice was quiet, but it reached everyone clearly. "From today on, you, Hiroshi Nohara, will be officially promoted to Level 4 Director in the Tokyo TV Production Department. At the same time, the 'Hiroshi Nohara Special Production Team' will be established, specifically responsible for the planning and production of 'urban tales' and related innovative themes. You will have full authority over the personnel and budget, and you will report to me when the time comes."

He paused, his deep eyes, as if looking at an uncut jade, flashing with unprecedented brilliance.

"Nohara-kun, the future of this TV station may be in your hands."

Asumi said this very sincerely.

"applaud!"

At this time, Suzuki Seito, the section chief, directly reminded the classmates around him, and then he also applauded vigorously.

“Huahuahuahuahuahua——”

Then, whether it was Minamimura Hoshi, Hase Jizo, Kitagawa Yao, the two newly joined production staff, and Hashiichi Ichiro, all applauded vigorously.

Everyone's face flushed with excitement, and their hands clapped so hard that they turned red in a short period of time.

They are so excited!

The Tokyo TV production department has had people who quickly jumped from assistant to fourth-level director.

But those people, without exception, are all famous directors from the Tokyo TV production department!

Now, Nohara Hiroshi has actually achieved this.

It's predictable.

Nohara Hiroshi...

The future is also very bright!

That's why they were so excited and felt proud to have followed and worked with such a strong man.

Even outside the classroom, other people who had heard the news came to the door at this time.

I was surprised to see that Hiroshi Nohara was promoted to level 4 director.

Then everyone started to applaud.

This is the time for people to praise each other.

Don't offend people randomly.

What's more, with Nohara Hiroshi's current name and 8.12% viewership ratings this morning, who would dare not respect him in the Tokyo TV production department?

You know, many third-level directors have never been able to achieve an 8.12% viewership rating in their lifetime!

Even those second-level directors dare not say that the TV series or films they directed can be as successful as "Dark House Season 2".

Out of respect, they already regarded Nohara Hiroshi as a fellow human being.

Not the assistant director.

Not the current level 4 director!

"How could this happen!" But in the crowd, although Hashijitaro was clapping hard and quickly, his heart was increasingly... consumed by jealousy!

Chapter 53 Celebration Banquet

The night is like fine ink, slowly spreading across the huge piece of rice paper of Tokyo, blurring the hustle and bustle and order of the day, turning it into a dazzling sea of ​​stars composed of countless lights.

Inside a restaurant in Akasaka, a wooden partition separates the bustling outside world from the tranquility inside.

The air is filled with the gentle aroma of sake and the sizzling sound of premium Wagyu beef being roasted at high temperatures on the iron plate, mixed with the milky aroma of fat being squeezed out of the meat, making the smell in this retro-themed room even more mellow.

This is a celebration banquet, a true banquet for the victors.

At the main seat, Deputy Director Ming Rihai was holding a small celadon wine glass. His square face, which always looked elegant and calm, now had a gentle red glow due to the alcohol.

He looked at Nohara Hiroshi who was sitting next to him, with his admiration in his eyes barely concealed.

"Nohara-kun." His voice was gentle, carrying the familiarity of an elder towards a younger generation. "I heard from Seito that this time, both the first and second seasons of 'Anzhiju' were your work, from beginning to end. Honestly, when I saw the first ratings report, even I was worried for you. But you, in a way that no one could understand, fought a brilliant battle... one that will go down in the annals of our television station."

He raised his glass and gestured towards Nohara Hiroshi, "On behalf of the production department, I toast to you, a genius."

"Hi! Deputy Director Ming Rihai!"

Nohara Hiroshi immediately put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up his wine glass with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and with an extremely humble attitude, placed the rim of the glass lower than Asumi's and touched it lightly.

As a northerner in his previous life, he was very knowledgeable about the ways of the world. He was also very dismissive of those who said foreigners had no such ways of the world.

People in foreign countries are too worldly-wise.

Not one of us.

Then there is no need to be worldly-wise with you.

Therefore, at this time, he must be respectful, humble, and very polite! Besides, the man is in his forties, about 20 years older than him, almost the same age as his father, Nohara Ginnosuke, who is still in Omagari City, Akita Prefecture.

However, when Nohara Hiroshi thought about the personality of his father, Nohara Ginnosuke, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

If Misae gave birth to Shin-chan in the future...

I must keep my son away from this eccentric father of mine!

"You're too kind, Deputy Director."

But Nohara Hiroshi's voice was calm, without a trace of the pride or complex inner turmoil that came from this praise. "If you and Section Chief Suzuki hadn't placed such great trust in an intern like me, against all odds, 'Anshiji Residence' would have been nothing more than a few scraps of paper. This toast should be to you, Section Chief Suzuki, and all the colleagues who have contributed to this work."

He tilted his head back and drank the sake in the cup in one gulp.

The spicy warmth slid down his throat, but his face did not change at all. Only his eyes, under the warm light of the restaurant, looked even clearer.

What a dignified young man.

The admiration in Asumi's eyes grew stronger.

He knew that in this circle, talent was certainly important, but knowing how to position oneself and how to find one's role in the chess game at the top was the key to going further.

Therefore, Nohara Hiroshi's words were neither arrogant nor fearful.

He attributed the credit to the collective and kept a very low profile, but in his words, he subtly tied himself, Asumi, and Suzuki Seito to a ship called "us".

This is no longer a skill that a newcomer should have, but a keen sense of the rules of power.

"well said!"

Suzuki Seito, standing nearby, was now flushed. He slammed the table hard, as if to express his immense ambition. "Deputy Director, you don't know this kid is the future hope of our Kanto faction! When you promoted me, I told you that we in Kanto are tough and have ideas! Now, look, here comes someone even tougher!"

He said this half drunkenly, half sincerely.

It is not only to praise Nohara Hiroshi, but also to show his loyalty and position to the old leader Asumi.