I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

This is the new challenge he longs for!

Chapter 66: Guandong veterans assemble!

When Nohara Hiroshi walked out of Asumi's office, the expression on his face was still that iconic calmness.

He walked through the corridor illuminated by the afternoon sun, and the light dust danced quietly around him, as if offering a silent tribute to a general about to go to war.

However, when he pushed open the door with a new signboard - [Nohara Hiroshi · Special Production Team], an air that was completely different from the high spirits of the outside world and was as dull as the stagnant air before a rainstorm rushed towards him.

The office was dead silent.

Nancun Xing held the back of his head with his hands, slumped in the brand new office chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

For the first time, that young face lost its youthful spirit.

Hase Jizo stared at his computer screen. There was a blank document on the screen, and the flashing cursor seemed to be silently mocking his powerlessness.

Even Beichuan Yao, who usually looked like a little energetic sun, was now just holding her cheek and sipping the already cold milk. Her big eyes, which were always bright and sparkling, were now covered with a layer of gray mist.

"What's wrong?" Nohara Hiroshi put the briefcase on his desk.

His eyes swept over the faces that were filled with despair, and his brows furrowed slightly. "What's wrong with you all? Why do you all look like you've experienced some unspeakable setback? This is not like you."

His voice was not loud, but it just broke the silence.

"Nohara... Section Chief..."

Nancun Xing slowly sat up straight. He looked at Nohara Hiroshi and opened his mouth, but it seemed like something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.

It was Beichuan Yao who mustered up the courage. Her eyes, which always held a certain vitality, were now red. Her voice carried a hint of grievance and unwillingness that could not be concealed: "Section Chief...we...we just..."

She was interrupted halfway through her words by the suppressed angry voice of Hase Michizou beside her.

"Senior, Hashimoto-senpai... he's a traitor!"

traitor.

These two words were like two red-hot irons, burning the air in this office.

Nohara Hiroshi's eyes were calm, as if he had thought of something. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, pulled out his chair and sat down, then raised his hand to signal them to continue.

"This morning, when you, Section Chief, left for a meeting, a notice arrived from the Personnel Department."

Nancun Xing finally caught his breath. He slammed his fist on the table, his young face flushing crimson. "Hashimoto-senpai, he... he's been officially transferred to the Iwata department! He's the deputy section chief there!"

"We don't believe it!"

Hasegawa also stood up excitedly. His eyes, always a bit shy, were now filled with anger of betrayal. "We ran to Iwata's classroom to ask him why he betrayed Section Chief Suzuki and why he betrayed us!"

"What's the result?" Nohara Hiroshi asked calmly.

"In the end..." Beichuan Yao's voice was filled with tears. "In the end, we didn't get anything. Instead, we heard news that was even more unacceptable at their door..."

She paused, as if she had exhausted all her strength before she finally squeezed out the words from her throat: "Section Chief Iwata... he announced in front of everyone in their classroom that the production rights for the third season of "Anzhiju"... have been officially transferred to them!"

boom!

Even though Nohara Hiroshi already knew about this news, it was still like a bolt from the blue to Minamimura Hoshi and Hase Michizou.

"Why?! Why?!"

Nancun Xing's eyes were red with the purest anger of a creator: "'Anzhiju' is our hard work! It was created by you, Mr. Nohara! Why should they take it away?! That guy under the bridge must have sold all our production ideas and notes to Iwata!"

"That's right! This is too much!" Hasegawa was shaking with anger. "These guys are simply bandits! We thought Hashijitaro was our senior! But he turned out to be a traitor! A traitor!"

The office was filled with anger and resentment.

They were like a group of children who had just built their beloved castle, but had to watch helplessly as a group of strong adults rushed in rudely, took over their castle, and even planted their own flag on it.

That feeling of powerlessness is enough to chill the passion of any young person.

However, in this almost desperate anger, they were shocked to find that the person who should have been the most angry and unwilling, not only did not have any anger on his face, but there was even a faint, playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Nohara...Section Chief?"

Nancun Xing was stunned. He looked at Nohara Hiroshi's calm expression and felt that his brain was not enough. "You... aren't you angry? We... no, it's your "Anzhiju"! ... It was stolen!"

"Steal?" Nohara Hiroshi chuckled when he heard this. He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the table, making a regular sound.

"Do you think I should be angry when someone else snatches away a piece of chicken ribs that I gnawed until only the bones are left, treating it like a delicacy?"

He said this lightly, but it left the three people present completely stunned.

Chicken ribs?

The movie "Dark House" which created a myth of viewing ratings and was regarded as a classic by the entire industry, was actually... just a piece of chicken ribs in the eyes of its creator?

"Section...Section Chief, what do you mean?" Beichuan Yao blinked, and the pair of eyes that always showed some vitality were now filled with pure confusion.

Nohara Hiroshi looked at their cute shocked expressions and the smile on his face became even wider.

He did not answer directly, but gently pushed a document that he had just brought back from Ming Rihai's office to the center of the table.

"Rather than worrying about someone else's bone, I urge you to pay more attention to our own... tiger that's about to be released."

The three of them approached doubtfully.

When they saw the big "S" printed in bold black letters on the cover of the document, everyone's breathing stopped at that moment.

"S...S-level plan?!" Nancun Xing's voice was trembling.

"Nine o'clock in the evening... the prime time?!" Hase Luzou's eyes were as big as bells.

"Director-in-chief... Chief planner... Hiroshi Nohara?!" Kitagawa Yao covered her mouth tightly to prevent the scream from bursting out of her throat.

This is no longer just a simple surprise, it is a huge happiness that is enough to make any TV person feel dizzy!

Second yellow time!

That is the top resource second only to the prime time eight o'clock slot!

This is the battlefield that all the second-level directors in the station are vying for!

Not to mention these newly-promoted Level 4 directors, even those experienced Level 3 directors wouldn't even be qualified to get a chance if they didn't have solid achievements and connections!

And now, this top-tier project, enough to determine a producer's fate for years to come, had simply landed on the shoulders of their newly formed 'Nohara Hiroshi Special Production Team', whose average age was less than 25!?

It was like an atomic bomb exploding in their heads!

The explosion made their minds go blank!

"Now, do you still think that the production rights of "An Zhiju" are important?" Nohara Hiroshi's voice sounded calmly in the almost frozen air.

The three of them suddenly raised their heads and looked at the young man who had been smiling calmly from beginning to end.

The look in their eyes was as if they were looking at an omnipotent god.

They finally got it.

It turned out that while they were still fuming over the loss of a small hill, their young section chief had already conquered a mighty city for them on another, larger battlefield, one that overlooked the entire continent!

"Section Chief!"

Nancun Xing and Chang Gulu Zou stood up almost at the same time and bowed deeply to Nohara Hiroshi. Their voices were filled with the excitement and enthusiasm of surviving a disaster: "We...we understand!"

However, Nohara Hiroshi waved his hand and motioned them to sit down.

"Don't be too happy." All the smiles on his face had disappeared, replaced by the calmness and seriousness of a decision-maker: "S-level projects mean S-level pressure. This is no longer something that can be accomplished by just a few of us."

He stood up, walked to the brand new whiteboard in the middle of the office, picked up a pen, and quickly wrote down a series of positions on it.

"We need an experienced executive director to oversee on-site scheduling and filming plans. We need at least two assistant directors to assist in filming each scene. We need a script supervisor to record the data of each shot. We need a producer to coordinate budget and logistics. We also need an art director, a director of photography, a sound director, and an editor..."

Every time he wrote down a position, the atmosphere in the office became more solemn.

When he finished writing the last word and put down the pen, the originally white whiteboard was already occupied by densely packed words.

Every word was like a heavy stone, weighing on the hearts of Nancun Xing, Chang Gu Lu Zou and Beichuan Yao.

They stared at the whiteboard, their lofty ambitions that had just risen from receiving the S-rank project instantly extinguished by a much greater coldness called 'reality'.

They are just three newcomers who have been in the industry for less than a year.

They can still manage animation storyboards.

But a live-action drama, especially an S-level live-action drama, is a huge and complex field that they have never ventured into.

They are like a group of kids who have just learned to drive a go-kart, but are told that they will soon be driving a luxury sports car.

It’s still the kind of competition that requires you to go on the field!

That feeling of powerlessness and fear of the unknown brought a hint of bitterness to their young faces.

"Section Chief..."

Nancun Xing's voice was filled with reluctance: "Can we... can we really do it? The three of us... don't know anything. Besides, our only experienced executive director, Hashimoto-senpai..."

He thought of the betrayer again, and the bitterness became even stronger.

Nohara Hiroshi looked at them and sighed in his heart.

He knew that this was indeed the biggest problem at the moment.

"Jingle Bell--"

In this almost frozen air, the phone on Nohara Hiroshi's desk rang again at an inopportune time.

Nohara Hiroshi frowned, but still walked over and picked up the microphone.

On the other end of the phone came a gentle voice that sounded familiar, but whose name I couldn't remember.

"Nohara-kun, right? I'm Kenji Sato, a Level 3 director. We talked before in the tea room."

"Section Chief Sato." The gentle face wearing gold-rimmed glasses instantly appeared in Nohara Hiroshi's mind.

"Excuse me for interrupting." Sato's voice was filled with a hint of laughter. "I heard from Deputy Director Asumi that you seem to be...short of staff?"

Nohara Hiroshi raised his eyebrows.

But before he could speak.

The other side spoke again.

"I have a few good old buddies under my command. They all followed me from Kantotai back then. They're experienced and capable, but... they're not very good at standing in line. In recent years, they've been severely suppressed by the Tokyo faction, and haven't had many good opportunities."

Sato's voice paused, and there was a hint of tacit understanding in his smile.