I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

This immediately made Yoshiharu Koyama feel that his authority was damaged.

But I couldn't say anything.

He just urged, "Eat quickly!" His face turned stern again.

The family sat down around the low table and began to enjoy this simple but heartwarming lunch.

However, the home-cooked meals that I am used to eating on a daily basis, which have the taste of my mother's food, always seem a little bland when I put them in my mouth now.

"Oh, I still miss the delicious meals I had in Tokyo..."

Mengya shoveled at the rice in her bowl, her little face full of aftertaste: "That French baked snail, that melt-in-your-mouth Saga Wagyu beef, and that lobster sashimi that's bigger than my face... Brother-in-law Guangzhi is so good at choosing places. Every meal is so delicious that I want to swallow my tongue!"

Her words were like a lit fuse, instantly igniting everyone's memories of taste buds.

Even Yoshiharu Koyama, who always had a stern face, had his Adam's apple rolling up and down uncontrollably when he heard the words "Saga Wagyu".

"Jingle Bell--"

Just as everyone was reminiscing about the delicious food, the phone in the living room suddenly rang.

"I'll go get it!" Mengya, who was closest, jumped over like a rabbit.

"Hello? It's Mei Ya-nee!"

"Yes, Mengya, it's me. Can you give the phone to mom?" Meiya's voice with a hint of smile came from the other end of the phone.

"Mom, it's my second sister!" Mengya immediately handed the microphone to her mother.

"Hello, Mei-ya." Xiaoshan Gao-ya answered the phone, her voice full of love: "We're home, everything is fine, don't worry. In Tokyo, take good care of yourself and take good care of Guangzhi-kun, okay?"

"I know, Mom." Meiya replied with a smile.

The mother and daughter were talking sweetly when Mengya, like a little sparrow, scrambled to the microphone and said, "Second sister, second sister! I don't want to stay in Kumamoto anymore! It's so boring here! I want to go to Tokyo! I want to live with you!"

Meiya on the other end of the phone was amused by her sister's words and laughed: "Okay, when you graduate from high school, you're always welcome to come. Then, ask your brother-in-law to introduce you to some handsome guys in Tokyo!"

"No nonsense!"

Koyama Yoshiji's commanding voice resounded like thunder: "Finish your studies first! All you do all day is think about this nonsense!"

The whole family burst into laughter at his frustrated look, and even Meiya on the other end of the phone laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"Oh, right, second sister." After laughing and joking, Mengya thought of the question that had puzzled her for a long time: "My brother-in-law is so capable, how could he not be from Tokyo? I can't believe it!"

"Hmm? He's registered in Tokyo? He already has one now."

On the other end of the phone, Meiya's voice was filled with an irrepressible sense of satisfaction and pride.

"Just yesterday, I heard from Hiroshi-kun that he sold the copyright of 'Anshigai' to a TV station. To reward him, the station not only gave him a bonus of 10 million yen, but also gave him an apartment in Setagaya Ward. By the way, they even solved his Tokyo household registration problem!"

"..."

If the five million luxury car had only created a crack in the family's heart.

At this moment, these words were like a meteorite falling from the sky, with unparalleled impact force, completely smashing their worldview based on tradition and reality!

Ten million yen!

Apartments in Setagaya Ward!

And there’s something even harder than getting into the University of Tokyo… Tokyo household registration!

"Na...Nani?!"

Yoshiharu Koyama's hand holding the teacup shook suddenly, and the scalding tea spilled all over his hand, but he was completely unaware.

The face that was always as cold and hard as a rock now only showed undisguised shock and dullness.

He thought of himself.

He worked as a principal in Kumamoto Prefecture for his entire life, working diligently and incorruptibly, but in the end, he was just looking after an old house that required him to pay off a mortgage for 30 years.

And that young man...

He looked at the familiar and somewhat closed sky outside the window, and for the first time, he began to doubt his entire life.

"Dad? Dad? What's wrong with you?" Mei Ya heard the noise on the other end of the phone and asked worriedly.

"Nothing... nothing..." Yoshiharu Koyama put down the teacup as if waking up from a dream. Unconsciously, a hint of pride emerged on his face which was full of shock, but he himself did not realize it.

He cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone with the reserved, concerned tone typical of an elder: "Mei-sai, well... since Guangzhi-kun is now a Tokyo resident, you... should also take care of your health and don't get pregnant first. After all... your eldest sister hasn't..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by two completely different screams.

"Dad! What are you talking about!" The eldest sister Zhenze's gentle face instantly turned red like a branding iron, feeling embarrassed and angry.

"Oh! Dad, you are too much! You actually said this in front of me, an underage high school student!" The little sister Mengya exaggeratedly covered her ears, but her big black eyes were shining with excitement of watching a good show.

"You old man! What nonsense are you talking about!" The mother, Xiaoshan Gaoya, also reacted, picked up a cushion on the table, and threw it at her husband.

"I...I'm concerned about you!"

Yoshiharu Koyama's face turned red at the sudden attack from the crowd. He frantically dodged his wife's attack. Looking at his daughters' embarrassed and annoyed expressions, he felt that his career as a principal had suffered an unprecedented Waterloo at this moment.

He finished the last mouthful of rice in the bowl, put the bowl and chopsticks down heavily, said "I'm going out for a walk", and slipped out of the house almost as if he was running away.

However, when he walked on that familiar path, a smug smile, like that of an old fox, appeared unconsciously on his face which was full of embarrassment and he could not suppress it.

He took out his old flip phone, skillfully flipped through the address book, and found the number of the vice-principal who always liked to brag about how successful his son was in Tokyo.

He cleared his throat and pressed the dial button.

"Hello? Is this Vice Principal Yamamoto? Hahaha, it's me, Yoshiharu Koyama. Nothing much, I just wanted to chat with you. Oh, yes, I just came back from Tokyo. My good-for-nothing son-in-law, who hasn't achieved anything great, just bought an apartment in Setagaya. Oh, not really bought it, it was given to him by Tokyo TV. By the way, he also transferred his household registration there. People from Tokyo are just troublesome..."

The voice was loud and full of Versailles-style showmanship, like a triumphant song composed for victory, echoing in the quiet alleys of Kumamoto Prefecture.

He knew that he had to treat himself to drinks at the izakaya tonight.

and.

Be sure to drink the most expensive 'Fourteenth Generation'!

Chapter 71 Kurosawa Eiji's Arrival

The afternoon sun quietly filtered through the blinds, casting zebra stripes on the smooth floor.

As a first-level director of the production department, Kurosawa Eiji also has his own classroom in the production department headquarters, but his independent office is outside, so when he appeared in the director's classroom, the entire floor seemed to be quiet for a moment.

After all, he is too famous.

Therefore, wherever Kurosawa Eiji passed by, whether it was the assistant staff who were busy working or the directors passing by with coffee, they all quickly stopped, bowed respectfully at a 90-degree angle, and greeted him respectfully: "Director Kurosawa, good afternoon!"

"Yeah." He just nodded slightly as a response.

Not much emotion could be seen on that weather-beaten face, but the sharpness in his eyes was enough to make anyone feel nervous.

His eyes swept across the office area that was temporarily requisitioned as the 'Nohara Classroom', and his brows frowned slightly.

There are many people here.

Almost noisy.

But when he looked around, he found that most of the people present were old faces from Kanto TV, people from the Kanto faction he was familiar with.

"Sato, Yamamoto." Kurosawa Eiji stopped and looked at the two people who came to greet him. "What's going on here? When did the people from the Kanto faction come together so unitedly in a small place like this? Are you planning a Yamato drama?"

The Yamato drama he mentioned is an annual historical drama produced by the Neon Japan Broadcasting Corporation (NHK).

It is famous for its huge investment, grand scenes and excellent production.

It is the pinnacle of television dramas, and usually requires the mobilization of resources from the entire faction to complete.

Sato Kenji and Yamamoto Takeshi, who were called out, looked at each other, with a complex expression of bitter smile and admiration on their faces.

Kenji Sato stepped forward, his tone filled with suppressed excitement: "Director Kurosawa, you misunderstood. We are preparing for Section Chief Nohara's unit drama."

"Unit drama?" Kurosawa Eiji raised his eyebrows even higher, and a sharp glint flashed in his slightly cloudy eyes.

Of course he knows what a unit drama is.

Each episode is an independent story, creativity is king and rhythm is paramount.

This kind of gameplay is completely different from the grand narrative he is good at, which takes dozens of minutes to unfold the fate of characters and depict the trends of the times.

"Yes, Director Kurosawa," Yamamoto Takeshi spoke up at this point. His face, always as sharp as a hawk, now held a touch of student-like reverence. "Section Chief Nohara's concept has completely surpassed our imagination. He's incorporated a brand-new concept he's dubbed 'urban tales' into this live-action drama. Only after seeing his proposal did we truly understand what... genius means."

genius.

Coming from the mouth of a talented executive director like Yamamoto Takeshi, who has always been high-minded and only values ​​ability, these words carry more weight than any ratings report.

Kurosawa Eiji's eyes swept back and forth between the two faces of Sato Kenji and Yamamoto Takeshi, which were full of satisfaction.

He knew these two people too well.

When he was at Kanto TV, these two people were the backbone of his team that he was quite optimistic about.

One is good at coordination, the other is good at execution. Both are capable and proud guys.

But now, these two middle-aged men, who are almost a hundred years old in total, used the honorific title of Section Chief when referring to the young man who was only twenty-three years old.

The awe and submission that came from the heart did not seem fake at all.

This made the already strong curiosity in Kurosawa Eiji's heart completely ferment into a desire that was almost like exploring.

What kind of young man could make these two unruly Guandong tigers bow down to him?

"Take me to see it." Kurosawa Eiji's voice was not loud, but it carried a kind of authority that brooked no argument. "Don't make any noise. I just want to... take a quick look."

"Hi!"

Sato and Yamamoto looked at each other and saw the understanding in each other's eyes.

They stood on the left and right, like two loyal guards, pushing aside the waves of people that led to the door to the new world for the former king.

No one dared to be rude to Kurosawa Eiji.

All the artists present knew his identity.

So they all made way.

They arrived at the door of the separate room that served as the section chief's office.

The door was ajar, not closed tightly, as if a gap was left intentionally to invite people to peek into the secret.

Kurosawa Eiji's gaze passed through the gap and looked inside.