I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

"Not always."

Nohara Hiroshi turned around, hugged her in his arms, bent down and gently kissed the tip of her nose, which was slightly stained with flour. There was a hint of mischief in his eyes that only the two of them understood: "I think Mrs. Nohara smells sweeter in the morning."

"Ah! You...you are not serious again!" Mei Ya's face turned red all of a sudden, like a ripe apple. She punched him on the chest coquettishly, but the force was so light that it seemed like she was just acting coquettishly.

After the laughter and jokes, a sumptuous breakfast was served on the table.

Golden toast, green vegetables, crispy ham and hamburger patties, and two cups of warm milk. It is simple yet full of the taste of home.

"I'm eating!" Mei Ya put her hands together and said with a pious look on her face. Then she picked up the knife and fork, cut off a piece of hamburger meat in small bites, and put it into her mouth.

The moment the rich gravy burst in her mouth, her beautiful big eyes narrowed in happiness.

"Hmm! It's so delicious!" She praised vaguely, her cheeks puffed up like a little hamster trying hard to hoard food.

Nohara Hiroshi looked at her satisfied expression and felt at peace in his heart.

"By the way, Hiroshi-kun."

Misae swallowed her food and suddenly remembered something. Her bright eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yesterday, I heard from Miss Kitagawa on the phone that the paperwork for the Setagaya apartment the TV station gave you is almost complete! When...when are we going to move in? I heard that the people who live in Setagaya are all really wealthy Tokyoites!"

Her tone was full of longing for the future.

A house of one's own, located in Tokyo's most famous high-end residential area, is a dream that would make any girl who comes here from a small town to work hard, enough to make her dizzy with happiness.

However, to her surprise, Nohara Hiroshi's expression did not change at all after hearing these words.

He just calmly took a sip of milk and put down the cup. His eyes, which always had a hint of smile, revealed a depth and solemnity that did not match his age.

"Mei-ya." He spoke slowly, his voice gentle, yet with a seriousness that brooked no argument: "We are not moving from that house."

"Huh?!" Meiya was stunned, her beautiful big eyes filled with confusion. "Why? That's a reward from the TV station! It would be such a waste if you don't keep it."

"It's not that I don't want to live here, it's that I can't live here." Nohara Hiroshi looked at her innocent look and sighed in his heart.

Of course, he couldn't tell her that within two years, this seemingly prosperous country would face an unprecedented economic avalanche. The house that countless people regarded as their lifelong pursuit would then become a heavy shackle that could crush any middle-class family.

The apartment given by the TV station is only 40 square meters.

Looks expensive.

The location is also good.

However, it will eventually vanish into nothingness in the bursting of the bubble, just like a hemorrhage.

"Meizai, do you think the current housing prices in Tokyo are normal?" he asked in a coaxing tone.

"Hmm..." Misae tilted her head and thought seriously, "It seems... a bit ridiculously expensive. I heard from the lady next door that her relatives bought a small apartment in Adachi Ward, and the monthly mortgage payment takes up two-thirds of their salary, and they have to pay it back for 30 years!"

"That's right." Nohara Hiroshi nodded, his eyes sharpening. "The current housing prices are like a balloon that's being blown up bigger and bigger. It looks beautiful, but no one knows when it will explode with a bang."

He paused, painting a more alluring picture for her.

"So, my idea is to sell the house as soon as the paperwork is done. We can take advantage of the current good market and convert it into real cash."

"And then?" Mei Ya was stunned by his "investment theory" which sounded very profound.

"Then, we will use this money to make more stable investments."

A confident arc appeared on Nohara Hiroshi's lips.

"For example, we could rent a larger and more comfortable apartment first, save some of the remaining money, and invest the rest in more promising industries. That way, money can make money. After a few years, when the housing price balloon has deflated, we can use the remaining money to buy a house that's bigger and better than the one in Setagaya, one with a yard. Isn't that great?"

"Wow!" Pink bubbles began to appear in Meiya's beautiful big eyes.

She looked at the man in front of her who was talking eloquently. His handsome face was shining with a light called 'wisdom' and 'foresight', which made her little head completely occupied by admiration.

"Guangzhi-kun...you...you are so amazing!" She held her face with both hands, her eyes looking at an omnipotent god: "I...I will listen to you!"

"That's right." Nohara Hiroshi nodded with satisfaction and reached out to ruffle her hair lovingly.

He looked at the steel jungle outside the window, and in his mind, the chess game that he had already deduced countless times made another crucial move.

The bursting of the bubble economy is a disaster for ordinary people, but for him, a time traveler who holds the future in his hands, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He knew that when the economy stagnated and people's spending power was greatly weakened, the cheap entertainment industry that could provide spiritual comfort would instead usher in explosive growth.

Anime, comics, video games...

These things, which were hailed as the "Three Sacred Treasures of Heisei Otaku" in previous lives, will become the strongest and most profitable cultural pillars of this country in the next few decades.

What he, Hiroshi Nohara, has to do is to make arrangements in advance before this major reshuffle comes, and place his chips firmly on the future that is sure to win.

"Dark House" and "Wonderful Stories of the World" are just his test runs in the field of television.

"Yu Yu Hakusho" was his stepping stone into the comics industry.

And the next goal...

Nohara Hiroshi's eyes fell on the Nintendo SFC game console on the corner of the table, which he had just purchased and still exuded the smell of brand new plastic.

Countless names flashed through his mind, enough to drive any gamer crazy.

Final Fantasy, Dragon Quest, Pokémon, Resident Evil...

These masterpieces that have not yet been born, or that no one knows whether they will be born in this parallel neon world, are now like gold mines waiting for him to mine, quietly sleeping in the depths of his memory.

"Perhaps... there will be a chance to venture into a wider field."

Nohara Hiroshi chuckled in his heart, and this idea, like a seed, fell quietly.

Of course, it is still too early to make these grand plans.

Right now, he has more important things to do.

He turned his head and looked at the girl who was eating a sandwich in small bites, her face filled with pure yearning for a better life in the future, and his heart softened.

He didn't want Meiya to worry about anything.

All he wanted was for her to be like this forever, carefree, a lovely and responsible lady who only had to take care of the beautiful Mrs. Nohara.

Being a wife and mother of children may be her best destiny.

"Speaking of which..." Nohara Hiroshi looked out the window again, his sight seemed to penetrate the layers of skyscrapers and fall on the more distant land with a bit of rural flavor.

Kasukabe.

That place in another world that carries the childhood laughter and tears of countless people.

Although it is a bit far from downtown Tokyo, the housing prices there will become extremely affordable in the future.

The neighbors there, although a bit nosy, are also very kind.

There, there is a riverbank where he can take a leisurely stroll, and a meadow where he can chase the sunset with his son.

He calculated the time and found that it would take about four or five years for the little guy with two thick eyebrows to come into this world.

There are still nearly ten years before the story begins.

There is still plenty of time.

"No rush, take your time."

The corners of Nohara Hiroshi's mouth curled up into a confident and gentle arc.

He knew that the story that belonged to him and this new Nohara family had just begun.

Chapter 76 Another confrontation in front of the Audit Department!

Friday, eight in the morning.

Tokyo TV Production Headquarters Building, Audit Department.

The corridor was brightly lit, and the cold air from the central air conditioning and the printer ink were intertwined, bringing a special sense of solemnity.

Nohara Hiroshi was walking in front. He was wearing a well-tailored dark grey casual suit today. He didn't wear a tie and had two buttons on his collar undone casually. There was a light smile on his handsome face, and he exuded a calmness as if he was strolling in the garden.

Behind him, Nancun Xing, Changse Luzou and Beichuan Yao were like knights about to go to the holy war, each of them holding their heads high and chests puffed out, with solemnity and excitement written all over their faces.

Nancun Xing and Chang Gu Luzou, one on the left and one on the right, like two most loyal guards, carefully holding a master tape wrapped in a shockproof paper box.

Beichuan Yao was holding a folder tightly. Inside was the "Wonderful Stories of the World" project, which embodied the hard work of their section chief and carried the hopes of their entire team.

"Good morning, Miss Takeshita."

Nohara Hiroshi walked to the audit department and gave a gentle smile to the female employee who wore black-framed glasses, looked a little serious, but was always efficient and effective in her work.

"It's Section Chief Nohara, good morning." Takeshita Ai pushed her glasses, and her face, which always had no expression, softened a little imperceptibly when she saw Nohara Hiroshi.

After all, the young man in front of him is a legendary figure known to everyone in the entire production bureau.

He was also the young man she watched grow up step by step.

"This is the master tape and plan for our classroom's new project. Could you please help hand it over?" Hiroshi Nohara leaned aside and motioned the three people behind him to present the items.

"Hi!"

Nancun Xing and Chang Gulu Zou took a step forward almost at the same time and gently placed the box in their hands on the reception desk. The action was so solemn as if they were presenting a secret decree concerning the fate of the country.

Ai Takeshita nodded and was about to register according to the procedure, but she caught a glimpse of several figures walking towards her slowly at the other end of the corridor.

Her eyes turned disgusted.

Because the person in charge is none other than Masao Iwata, a Tokyo-based figure who is currently in the limelight in the production department.

Nohara Hiroshi also noticed it. He turned his head, the smile on his lips remained unchanged, but a hint of understanding flashed in his clear eyes.

It's true that enemies always meet.

Masao Iwata obviously saw them as well. Instead of avoiding them, he quickened his pace and walked straight towards them with a ostentatious smile unique to a winner on his face.

Behind him followed the assistant named Kojima, and... Hashijita Ichiro, whose face was as gloomy as the sky before a rainstorm.

"Hey, isn't this Section Chief Nohara? What a coincidence."

Masao Iwata's voice was loud and full of false enthusiasm. He walked to the reception desk and placed the equally beautifully packaged master tape and project plan in his hands heavily on the table with a bang. The sound was not loud, but it was full of protest.

"We have also finished the sample for the third season of 'Anzhiju' and would like to ask Ms. Takeshita to review it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Hashiji Ichiro behind him instantly became even uglier in expression, and subconsciously wanted to shrink back.

However, Minamimura Hoshi and Hase Michizo, who were standing behind Nohara Hiroshi, didn't even bother to give him a glance.

All the expressions on those two young faces froze into cold indifference the moment they saw Hashijitaro.

There is also anger beneath indifference.