I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

Now it is convenient for Nohara Hiroshi, who is a plagiarist.

"Jingle Bell--"

Just when he was drawing the crucial frame where the heroine touched the murder weapon for the first time and her inner world was shocked by the cold malice, the landline on the table suddenly rang.

"Hello, this is the Nohara production team."

Nohara Hiroshi frowned and picked up the microphone with some displeasure.

He didn't like to be disturbed.

"Nohara-kun? This is Kurosawa Eiji." An old voice, a little hoarse but still full of energy, came from the other end of the phone.

"Huh!?" Nohara Hiroshi's hand holding the pen suddenly stopped.

Kurosawa Eiji?

The former legend of Kanto TV, the first-class director who made "The Samurai"?

Why would he...call himself?

Countless thoughts flashed through Nohara Hiroshi's mind, but his voice remained calm and respectful. "Director Kurosawa, hello. I am the junior Nohara Hiroshi. What can I do for you?"

"Commands are out of the question."

Kurosawa Eiji on the other end of the line chuckled with a hint of self-mockery: "As an old fellow, how can I be qualified to give orders to you young people now?"

He paused, his voice becoming more serious. "I heard that Ming Ri Hai handed that S-level project to you?"

"Yes, the station does have this arrangement," replied Hiroshi Nohara.

"very good."

Kurosawa Eiji's voice was filled with genuine approval: "I've read your 'Anzhiju' and your business plan. To be honest, even an old man like me is scared by you. Not by the ghosts, but by the ideas in your head."

"I've spent my entire life filming warriors and telling stories of loyalty. But in the end, I found that in this era, no one wants to listen to my old-fashioned stories anymore."

There was a sense of desolation in his voice, a voice of a hero in his twilight years, which made Nohara Hiroshi sigh in his heart.

"So..." Kurosawa Eiji took a deep breath and said in a tone that was almost pleading, "Nohara-kun, I... I want to go to your place and take a look. See how you young people really work. See how those so-called 'urban legends' really... capture people's hearts."

"Even though I'm an old man with outdated ways, I still want to... learn from you."

If this sentence came from someone else, it might just be a courtesy.

But coming from the mouth of industry leader Eiji Kurosawa, the weight of this statement is enough to make any young director feel terrified.

Of course, Nohara Hiroshi was also a little surprised.

An experienced senior came to learn from me. If I told everyone about this, it would shock everyone!

Purse your lips slightly.

Nohara Hiroshi still replied, "Director Kurosawa, you're too kind." His voice was gentle but firm. "It would be an honor for our entire production team if you were willing to come. You're here to guide us. I'm the one who needs to learn from you."

"Hahaha, you're quite the talker, boy." Kurosawa Ze on the other end of the line laughed heartily. "Okay! It's settled! I'll be there after work this afternoon!"

Nohara Hiroshi replied respectfully, "Welcome, Kurosawa-senpai."

……

Nohara Hiroshi did not deliberately avoid people on this phone call.

So when he hung up the phone, the entire office was already plunged into deathly silence.

Everyone seemed to be under a spell, staring at him blankly, as if they were looking at a superman who had just exploded an atomic bomb with his bare hands.

Director Kurosawa... is coming here to study... with them?

This news is more shocking than any ratings myth!

Because Kurosawa Eiji is the spiritual pillar in the hearts of all the "Kanto faction" TV people. He is their flag that has long been beaten by rain and wind, but still stands tall!

And now, this flag had to come to their small production team in person, to a "section chief" who was younger than all of them...

consult?

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Hiroshi Nohara.

There, it is no longer just admiration and conviction.

It's a kind of... fanaticism that is almost like admiration!

Even Kenji Sato, the third-level director sent for 'coordination', was completely shocked at this moment.

He looked at the young man who was still sitting there calmly, as if he had just answered an ordinary greeting call. The pride of a senior in his heart was completely shattered at this moment.

He seemed to have thought of something and handed the interview to someone else. He immediately picked up the storyboard of "The Touch of Horror" on the table, which he had read countless times, and walked out of the office quickly as if he was holding a rare treasure.

He is going to meet Deputy Director Ming Rihai.

He wanted to tell him that this time, their Kanto faction might really have...discovered a genius who was capable of changing the entire era.

……

The sun is shining brightly in Ming Hai's office.

After listening to Kenji Sato's somewhat excited and incoherent report, he personally read the storyboard carefully from beginning to end.

After a long time, he finally let out a long breath, and in that breath, there was an irrepressible emotion and relief.

"I never expected that even Director Kurosawa was impressed by him."

Asumi looked at Kenji Sato, his always elegant and calm face blooming with an unprecedentedly brilliant smile. "This Nohara Hiroshi, his talent has already exceeded my imagination. But the most terrifying thing about him is his indifference to praise or criticism."

"That old fellow Suzuki has made an incredible contribution to our Kanto faction this time."

Asumi stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking down at the bustling city below, the flame of desire burned for the first time in those eyes that were always as deep as an ancient well.

Asumi knew that with Nohara Hiroshi as his sharpest sword, he had endured the situation in this TV station for several years.

Finally it can be opened!

Chapter 70: Returning to the Oyama Family in Kumamoto

Kumamoto Prefecture, Oyama family.

On the third day after returning from Tokyo, the hustle and bustle and glitz of the big city were finally washed away by the daily life of this quiet little town, leaving only some memories like tiny shells left on the beach after the tide receded, inadvertently flashing a distant and charming light.

That is the prosperity of Tokyo.

Yoshiharu Koyama sat cross-legged at the low table in the living room, holding a cup of steaming green tea and watching the local news on TV, but he always felt that something seemed to be missing in this familiar taste.

It lacks a little...heart-pounding excitement.

He took a sip of tea, and for the first time, a trace of melancholy appeared on his usually stern face, which he himself was not even aware of.

"Ugh……"

A sigh, tinged with laziness and dissatisfaction, came from behind the sliding paper door of the adjacent Japanese-style room.

The little daughter Mengya came out rubbing her messy hair, wearing pink pajamas and yawning, her youthful face full of boredom.

She collapsed onto the tatami, like a salted fish with its bones removed, and complained feebly, "It's so boring... Compared to Tokyo, Kumamoto is like the countryside! There's not even a decent department store, the train only comes every half an hour, and after 8 p.m. the streets are like a ghost town."

But before she could finish, Yoshiharu Koyama's "local pride" was severely aroused.

"Nonsense!"

Yoshiharu Koyama slammed the teacup heavily on the table, making a dull sound. His sharp eyes, typical of a headmaster, were like two unsheathed daggers, fiercely stabbing at the ignorant girl.

“No matter how bad Kumamoto is, it’s still our hometown! Our relatives and our roots are here!”

His voice was quiet, but it carried a kind of authority that brooked no argument. "No matter how great Tokyo is, it's someone else's place! We're from Kumamoto Prefecture. Even if we stay in Tokyo our whole lives, we'll never become true Tokyoites!"

"Then why don't I just marry someone from Tokyo?"

Mengya pouted unconvincedly, and with a naive cruelty, she accurately poked at her father's most vulnerable soft spot: "Just like my second sister, if she found a boyfriend like Guangzhi's brother-in-law, wouldn't she have everything?"

"you--!"

Yoshiharu Koyama was so angry at these words that his cold face instantly turned purple.

The finger he pointed at Mengya trembled slightly with anger, but he couldn't find the right words to refute for a moment.

Think about the successful identity and status of Nohara Hiroshi, the future son-in-law.

And the luxury cars and income that even he envied.

There's really no way to refute it!

"You are not a child anymore! Otherwise I will really hit you!" This made Yoshiharu Koyama even more angry, and his head felt like it was smoking.

But he was really helpless when it came to his youngest and most beloved daughter.

"Okay, okay, what are you arguing about so early in the morning?"

At this moment, the kitchen door curtain was lifted, and my mother Xiaoshan Gaoya came out holding a wooden tray. Her face, which always had a gentle smile, now showed a bit of helplessness.

On the tray were several bowls of steaming rice and a plate of freshly fried tamagoyaki that exuded the aroma of soy sauce.

Very simple and homely.

"Mengya, don't talk back to your dad."

The eldest sister, Masa, followed out with a plate of pickled dried fish and a bowl of chopped scallions in soy sauce. She arranged the side dishes one by one before addressing her younger sister in her characteristically gentle voice, "Besides, Hiroshi-kun isn't from Tokyo; he's from Akita Prefecture. You, don't always aim so high; you need to be more down-to-earth."

"Eh? Brother-in-law is not from Tokyo?" For the first time, Mengya's big black eyes were filled with pure shock.

In her simple worldview, anyone who can work at Tokyo TV, can afford such a luxury car, and can easily buy so many brand-name bags must be a "noble" born and raised in Tokyo.

"Humph, do you think it's that easy to get a Tokyo residence permit?"

Finally, Yoshiji Koyama found a chance to save face. Clearing his throat, he assumed the airs of a knowledgeable dean of studies and said in a deep voice, "Our household registration system in Japan is very strictly managed. To move from the countryside to Tokyo, you need to meet a series of stringent requirements, such as having a stable, high-paying job in Tokyo, a fixed residence, and a recommendation from a company or guarantor... The procedures are complicated and the review is strict. It's even harder than getting into the University of Tokyo!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously touched his chin, and a hint of doubt flashed in his sharp eyes.

Because the more he talked about it, the more he found that his future son-in-law met this condition.

"Of course, there are exceptions to everything. If you have enough money, or are famous enough, and have made outstanding contributions to society... that's another story... Well, for example, Guangzhi."

His words had obviously put his future son-in-law, who was not from Tokyo but looked more like a Celestial Dragon than any other Tokyo native, into the category of exception.

"Puchi." Xiaoshan Mengya suddenly laughed softly: "What! Dad! Isn't he still my brother-in-law in the end?"