I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

And the young man who left a good impression on me after several in-depth conversations with him——

Nohara Hiroshi!

"can."

At this time, Director Sakata finally spoke, and said to Asumi very seriously, "Asumi, our Tokyo TV station hasn't broken through its previous ratings in three years. This time, we really need to put the overall situation first. I also hope that you can put aside past grudges and allow the Kanto faction to deeply integrate into every aspect of the production department, rather than remaining independent as before."

His words were sincere, so Asumi didn't refuse at all. He just stood up and bowed: "Hi."

Chapter 62: The Proud Hashijita

When Hiroshi Nohara woke up alone from the soft big bed in the hotel, the sunlight outside the window was like melted gold, slowly flowing on the glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers.

There was no familiar faint fragrance belonging to Meiya in the air.

He stretched himself, listening to the crisp sounds of his joints, and felt that the reception that had drained all his energy in the past few days finally came to a relatively satisfactory end at this moment with this sound sleep.

He knew that he had arranged Mei's family in the other three rooms.

Meiya lives in the same room with her mother.

It’s convenient for private conversations.

The elder sister-in-law and the younger sister-in-law live in the same room. Occasionally, the mother and daughter visit each other and chat about women's topics.

As for the father-in-law, who seemed stubborn but had actually been completely conquered by a bottle of 'Fourteen Generations', he had a suite with a view overlooking the night view of Tokyo, with a superb view!

It’s also convenient for taking photos!

Of course, the accommodation fee is not cheap, but it is just a drop in the bucket compared to the ever-increasing numbers in the bank passbook.

This is the calmness that Nohara Hiroshi wants.

After washing up, when he appeared in the hotel buffet restaurant wearing casual and decent clothes, Xiaoshan's family was already waiting there.

"Uncle, aunt, elder sister, and Meng, good morning everyone!" Nohara Hiroshi was still very polite.

"Well, very good." Yoshiharu Koyama's face was still stern, but his eyes, which were always as sharp as an eagle, softened significantly when he saw him, and even had a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction.

"Guangzhi, come and eat something. I've been bothering you lately."

His mother, Xiaoshan Gaoya, greeted him warmly and pushed a piece of freshly baked toast with butter in front of him.

That look really shows that the mother-in-law is becoming more and more satisfied with her son-in-law.

"Brother-in-law! Where are we going today? Are we going to Sensoji Temple or Tokyo Tower?" Little sister Yumesae's face was filled with undisguised excitement, and her big black eyes sparkled with the purest yearning for this prosperous city.

"Let's go." Nohara Hiroshi had a gentle smile on his face. He looked at Misae's face, which looked even more delicate due to her sleep, and said with a hint of doting, "I will be your exclusive driver and tour guide. I will be responsible for showing you the best side of this city."

The atmosphere is now very harmonious.

……

The black Toyota glides silently through the crisscrossing veins of Tokyo like a tamed beast.

Outside the car window is the bizarre Ukiyo-e of this city.

The ancient eaves of Sensoji Temple and the modern outline of Tokyo Skytree in the distance complement each other. The cold luxury goods in the Ginza windows and the last few falling cherry blossoms in Ueno Park together perform a silent drama about time and desire.

The exclamations of the Xiaoshan family became the best background sound for this drama.

Tokyo in the 90s was truly an international metropolis.

A fusion of classic and modern.

Even modern people who are used to seeing countless metropolises in later generations of China would feel that Tokyo is extremely prosperous when they see it now.

No wonder.

After all, Tokyo is still at the end of its golden age.

The lost thirty years had already begun to brew.

But it hasn't come yet.

But those lost thirty years were a blow to ordinary people. For those who were rich and famous...

Be cool when you should be cool.

Nohara Hiroshi just drove calmly, occasionally looking through the rearview mirror at Misae's little face filled with happiness and pride, and his heart felt at peace.

He had no interest in reminding Neon.

After a morning of sightseeing with my family, we had lunch at the French restaurant on the top floor of the Imperial Hotel.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a magnificent view of the entire Tokyo Imperial Palace. Under your feet is a Persian carpet so soft that high heels can sink into it, and in your ears is the faint sound of a violin.

Waiters dressed neatly and elegantly walked back and forth.

Excellent service.

Yoshiharu Koyama was holding a glass of red wine, his posture still meticulous, but his always tense face no longer had any trace of the stubbornness and anger from yesterday.

He looked at the green outside the window, which symbolized the center of neon power. For the first time, he felt that he, an ordinary civil servant from Kumamoto Prefecture, seemed to have touched the top of the country, the unreachable sky.

The one who gave him all this was the young man next to him who was patiently cutting steak for his daughter.

'Beep, beep!'

In this almost perfectly harmonious atmosphere, the pager on Nohara Hiroshi's waist suddenly vibrated rapidly.

He glanced at the number displayed on it and frowned slightly.

It's the classroom's internal phone.

"Sorry, excuse me for a moment." He gave everyone an apologetic look, stood up and walked towards the public telephone booth outside the restaurant.

The cold receiver pressed against his ear instantly pulled him back from this warm and affectionate fantasy to the reality filled with gunpowder and calculations.

"Section Chief Nohara!" Beichuan Yao's anxious, slightly distorted voice came from the other end of the line: "Oh no! Just now...just now, the deputy director of the director team came over. They...they said they hope to take over the production of the third season of "Anzhiju"! And they also said...they also said they want to talk to you about purchasing the copyright!"

"Buy the copyright?" Nohara Hiroshi was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Then, a hint of amusement appeared in those eyes that had always been calm, like the smile that a chess player would have when he saw his opponent make a bad move.

What he worried about most was not his opponent's strength, but his opponent's stupidity.

As a time traveler, he knows the life trajectory of Anzhiju better than anyone else.

The sudden emergence of the first season was a flash of genius, enough to establish a new school.

The second season is to follow up on the victory by taking this novel model to the extreme, which is enough to make it a legend.

But starting from the third season, this fixed pattern will inevitably fall into the quagmire of "aesthetic fatigue".

The audience's novelty wore off.

The ratings have reached a bottleneck, and are even seriously... declining.

In the previous life, the third season was a complete failure. It was not until the fourth and fifth seasons that the production team learned from their mistakes and added more new elements and narrative techniques, which ushered in the second creative peak.

And now, when Nohara Hiroshi has polished this brand to its brightest and highest value, someone actually wants to take the initiative to jump out and take over this hot potato?

This is no longer a simple business behavior, it is targeted poverty alleviation, it is sending lives thousands of miles away!

"I understand." Nohara Hiroshi's lips curled up slightly, and his voice was so calm that no trace of emotion could be heard.

That calmness, transmitted through the cold telephone line, instantly soothed Beichuan Yao's panic. "Tell them that I'll discuss the copyright issue with them in person when I return to the station on Monday. As for the production team, tell them not to panic and everything will proceed as usual."

"But...but Chief, they want to take away our project!" There was still resentment in Beichuan Yao's voice.

"Don't worry." Nohara Hiroshi chuckled, and in that chuckle, there was a kind of confidence that came from someone who saw through everything: "Some things can't be taken away. Let them be happy for a few days."

After hanging up the phone, he returned to the dining table with that gentle smile still on his face, as if the phone call just now was just an insignificant greeting.

……

However, in the 'Nohara Hiroshi Special Production Team' of Tokyo TV, which now had a brand new sign, the atmosphere was far from peaceful.

"This is too much! This is simply robbery!" Nan Cun Xing slammed his fist on the table, his young face filled with anger. "We worked so hard to build this empire, why should we let them just sit back and enjoy the fruits of our labor?!"

"That's right! It's because our "An Zhi Ju" became popular and they want to take advantage of it! These people are so greedy!" Hase Lu Zuo was so angry that he was shaking all over.

Everyone in the office was outraged.

Only Hashijitachi kept his head down from beginning to end, drinking the tea in his cup in silence.

He looked at those indignant young faces, his eyes as if he was looking at a group of lambs who were about to be pushed onto the altar without knowing it.

There was no anger in his heart, only a calmness that was almost cruel, and a barely perceptible hint of pride.

He knew that this ship, seemingly sailing against the wind and waves, was about to run aground.

Without Nohara Hiroshi, the soul of the company, Anshibi is nothing more than an empty shell. And that's exactly what Deputy Director Takada and Section Chief Iwata want.

They will use the most luxurious resources to repackage this empty shell, and then use a seemingly glorious failure to completely bring down the newly rising myth of 'Nohara Hiroshi'.

And myself, Hashijita Ichiro.

As the only smart person who saw the truth and jumped ship early, he will watch all this coldly from another stronger and more gorgeous ship.

He had even decided that once the copyright deal was completed and the production rights for the third season were officially handed over to Iwata Studio, he would formally submit his resignation to Hiroshi Nohara on the grounds of "differences in concepts."

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he turned around and walked into the office that symbolized true power.

He seemed to be able to see the shocked and disappointed looks on Nancun Xing and Changgu Luzo's eyes.

He even had some expectations.

Because he knew that jealousy could only be most thoroughly and sweetly comforted when one saw the envied person fall from a great height.

Chapter 63 The satisfied Meiya family left

Sunday, 8pm.

Mitsukoshi Department Store.

The Xiaoshan family walked out of the revolving door, and at this moment everyone's face was filled with a blush as if they were shocked and slightly drunk.

It was a pure glow of satisfaction that came from returning home with a full load.

"Oh, Hiroshi-kun, this...this is too expensive, it's really too expensive!"

There was a sweet burden in the voice of my mother Xiaoshan Gaoya.