I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

She carefully carried the LV Neverfull handbag she had just purchased, which was printed with classic monogram patterns. Her posture did not seem like she was carrying a bag, but rather like she was holding a newborn baby.

In her other hand, she was holding several shopping bags with "SHISEIDO" and "DIOR" logos printed on them.

There was enough in there for her to stand up straight and talk about the top-notch cosmetics and platinum jewelry of the previous month at a tea party with ladies in Kumamoto Prefecture!

"Yes, Hiroshi-kun, we...we can just go shopping, there's really no need to buy so many things." The eldest sister Manasa's face also had a beautiful blush.

She hid her LV bag of the same style behind her back a little embarrassedly. The teacher's dignity seemed a little shaky under the powerful attack of money.

"Brother-in-law! You are simply my god!"

Only my little sister was dreaming, like a little bear who had just stolen all the honey in the world, so happy that she was at a loss.

She carried her new bag in one hand and held high the Chanel lipstick she had just bought in the other, looking at the dazzling neon lights of Tokyo under the night sky, as if she was admiring a medal symbolizing victory.

Her big, dark eyes were now unconcealedly scanning back and forth over her handsome, wealthy, and extremely generous future brother-in-law.

The look was so hot that it seemed to melt Nohara Hiroshi on the spot.

"I've decided! When I look for a boyfriend in the future, I want someone like you, my brother-in-law! No! I want you!"

"Cough! Cough-cough-cough!"

Yoshiharu Koyama, who was walking in front, was choked by his little daughter's shocking declaration and started coughing violently. His old face, which had just looked a little rosy due to being a little drunk, instantly turned the color of liver.

He glared fiercely at the ignorant girl and wanted to use the authority of his father and the dean to suppress this unhealthy trend.

But when his eyes accidentally fell on the two heavy wooden boxes in his hands, which were printed with the ancient words "Fourteenth Generation", the anger that was about to burst out was extinguished instantly as if a basin of ice water was poured over his head.

It's more than just wine.

The handmade suit he was wearing, which had just been tailored by the most famous tailor in Ginza, the soft wool fabric, the tailoring that fit him like a second skin, all reminded him of one fact in a silent yet clear way.

This young future son-in-law, Hiroshi Nohara, is really capable.

It’s true...I’m willing to spend money.

"Dad! Yumesae was just kidding!"

Meiya, like an old hen protecting her chicks, quickly stood between her sister and father.

She knew that her little sister always liked to joke around.

But at this moment, Meisai's rosy little face was filled with pride: "Besides, this is all from Guangzhi-kun's heart, so just accept it with peace of mind!"

"Yes, uncle and aunt, it's a rare trip to Tokyo for everyone, and having fun is the most important thing." Hiroshi Nohara had a gentle smile on his face, and his posture was so calm as if he had just bought a few bottles of Coke at the convenience store downstairs.

Of course he was calm.

Just yesterday afternoon, Shueisha had already deposited all the royalties and manuscript fees for "Yu Yu Hakusho" last month into his account.

And it’s the front-page manuscript fee!

It still ranks first in weekly sales and first in positive reviews!

That long string of numbers was enough for him to walk around any luxury store in Tokyo.

Not to mention that he had already made up his mind.

For the copyright and adaptation rights of the third season of "Dark House", which is about to become a hot potato, he is ready to offer a sky-high price that will make anyone who intends to take over "Dark House" have nightmares in the middle of the night, but he has to accept it reluctantly.

After all, who in the whole of Tokyo doesn’t know the value of the golden signboard of "Anzhiju"?

Anyone want to pick peaches? Sure.

Exchange it for money.

Using the enemy's money to pay for your own woman and family, this feeling is even better than having your comic book be number one in the weekly magazine.

Especially knowing that the third season of "Dark House" will definitely fail.

After all, the first and second seasons have almost told the core of "Anzhiju", which is urban ghost stories.

Even Japan's previous Tokyo TV production department suffered a Waterloo.

Thoughts dried up.

No more innovation.

Forced ratings to drop.

Only in the fourth and fifth seasons, more screenwriters were mobilized to brainstorm, narration and open endings were added, and the theme of "urban legends" was deepened in the fifth season, while the dark side of human nature was added.

Only then did it regain new ratings.

Therefore, Hiroshi Nohara does not believe that the third season of "An Shibaju" can achieve great success if it continues to follow the traditional ideas!

Of course, it doesn't matter to Hiroshi Nohara.

It’s okay as long as you can get good grades.

Although it was produced in a classroom of another production bureau.

But isn’t the father of “Anzhiju” still Nohara Hiroshi?

By then he will still be able to gain a good reputation.

Of course, if the production is not good.

That would be interesting.

After all, Hiroshi Nohara still holds the fourth and fifth seasons of "An Shibaju" in his hands and regards them as his trump card!

Thinking of this, the corners of Nohara Hiroshi's mouth curled up.

He was indeed very happy.

……

The black Toyota Crown Majestic, like a tamed black beast, glided silently on the wide avenue leading to Tokyo Station.

Outside the car window, there is the bizarre Ukiyo-e of the city, and inside the car window, there is a warm and happy scene.

The time of separation will eventually come.

At Tokyo Station, on the Shinkansen platform, the sound of the whistle prolonged the sadness of parting.

"Hiroshi-kun, this time... thank you so much."

The future mother-in-law, Xiaoshan Gaoya, held Nohara Hiroshi's hand. Her eyes, which always held a certain tenderness, were now filled with unconcealed admiration and satisfaction. "It's a blessing for Meiya to have found a boyfriend like you. In the future, if this child becomes willful in any way, you must bear with her."

"Hi! Don't worry, Auntie, I will take good care of Mei-ya." Nohara Hiroshi bowed slightly, his attitude extremely humble.

"Well...that..."

Yoshiharu Koyama, who had been keeping a straight face, finally squeezed out a few words after a long silence.

Although the voice still carried a bit of the stiffness of a dean, it was less cold and distant: "Hiroshi, next time... next time you come to Kumamoto, remember... to bring Misae with you. I like you very much."

After he finished speaking, he walked into the carriage without looking back, as if he had accomplished some extraordinary task.

But the slightly red ears still revealed his inner reluctance and approval.

"Brother-in-law, goodbye!"

Yumesae was like a butterfly, giving Nohara Hiroshi a big hug and whispering in his ear, "I will definitely come to Tokyo to see you again!"

Nohara Hiroshi only felt a gust of fragrant breeze blowing on his face, and before he could react, the girl had already run away laughing.

Only the eldest sister Zhenshuang paused when she walked in front of him.

She looked at the 'brother-in-law' in front of her who was a few years younger than herself, and a complex expression of envy and a little loss appeared on her always gentle and quiet face.

"Hiroshi-kun," she said softly, with a seriousness she had never before uttered in her voice: "Thank you for everything you have done for Misae. Please... please make her happy."

"I will." Nohara Hiroshi met her gaze and nodded heavily.

The train started slowly, taking away those gazes that were either relieved, reluctant, or expectant.

Nohara Hiroshi held Misae's hand and stood on the platform until the white steel snake completely disappeared from the end of his sight.

……

In the first-class carriage of the Shinkansen, the spacious independent seats are like small private castles, isolating you from the hustle and bustle of the outside world and the fatigue of the journey.

Xiaoshan's family sank into the soft chairs, watching the scenery rapidly receding outside the window, and a feeling of being in another world welled up in their hearts.

"Ah, first class is still more comfortable."

Xiaoshan Gaoya stroked the delicate leather of the seat and couldn't help but sigh, "When I first arrived, I sat in business class, and I thought it was pretty good. I didn't expect this first class cabin to be like a mobile hotel room."

She paused, then glanced at her husband, who was resting with his eyes closed, his lips curled up unconsciously, and smiled, "Look at your father. He may not say it, but he's so happy inside. He treasured those two bottles of 'Fourteenth Generation' like they were real. He was so afraid they'd get bumped or scratched."

Upon hearing this, Yoshiharu Koyama slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time, a hint of embarrassed blush appeared on his always stern face.

He cleared his throat, trying to hide his guilty conscience with the authority of the dean of studies. "Nonsense! I... I just thought that the child was... sensible."

sensible.

This is the highest level of evaluation he can give.

"He's more than sensible." The eldest sister, Masae, looked at her brand new LV bag, a hint of envy in her eyes that she herself hadn't noticed. "Hiroshi-kun... he's truly a good man. Thoughtful, generous, and capable. Misae is so lucky to have met him."

Her words instantly quieted the atmosphere in the car.

Xiaoshan Gaoya looked at his eldest daughter's dazed profile and sighed slightly in his heart.

She gently held Masae's hand.

She pinched it gently, and then said in a gentle tone that only the mother and daughter could understand:

"Mansa, Mom knows you envy Misae. But everyone has their own destiny. Don't you and that kid from the Fujiwara family get along well? Fujiwara-kun may not be as... dazzling as Hiroshi-kun, but he's a down-to-earth person with a stable job, and we know his background well. He's the best choice for life."

Fujiwara, the son of a powerful local councilor in Kumamoto Prefecture, was personally chosen by Yoshiharu Koyama for his eldest daughter and was a nearly perfect marriage partner.

"I know, Mom."

Upon hearing this, Masako's face once again bloomed with a gentle smile, which also carried the beauty of being loved: "Fujiwara-kun is of course very good to me."

"Yes, we women must learn to be content." Xiaoshan Gaoya also showed a relieved smile.

But there was a hint of...dejection in Xiaoshan Zhenya's eyes.

Fujiwara was indeed very kind to him.

But that kind of goodness is like a cup of warm boiled water, which quenches thirst but does not give you any flavor.

But only she knows the feeling.