I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

Tanaka Ken's voice, as hoarse as if polished by sandpaper, sounded faintly in the dead silence.

He stared at the screen, his eyes looking as if he was looking into an abyss that had just swallowed up all his sanity.

"This... this is the real horror! This is the real urban legend!"

His words were like a lit fuse, instantly setting off the entire office!

"That's awesome! This twist! Holy shit! I'm getting goosebumps!"

"We were led to believe the male lead was the murderer! Then the female lead's counterattack in the middle made us believe it was a female awakening! And the final twist completely overturned all the foreshadowing! Who wrote this script?! It's absolutely diabolical!"

"And this shot! Did you see it? That fast-cutting close-up of the character's face! That eerie soundtrack! I'm about to have a heart attack! This production is too sophisticated, right?!"

Praises came like a tide, completely flooding the small office.

This group of old hands who have been immersed in the television industry for decades and have long been immune to all kinds of routines are now completely conquered by this short 20-minute unit drama!

The way they looked at the plan was no longer one of scrutiny, but of admiration.

But Takeshita Ai didn't say a word from beginning to end.

"Hu——" She just leaned back in the chair quietly and let out a slow, long breath.

That breath seemed to take away all the numbness and fatigue she had felt in the past ten years.

Ai Takeshita looked at the sky outside the window, and in her eyes, which were always as calm as an ancient well, there was a flame of excitement burning.

She slowly stood up, walked to the plan, and picked up the red seal that symbolized "approval."

She looked at her colleagues in the office who were still immersed in shock and unable to extricate themselves. Her voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

"Everyone."

"We may be witnessing the arrival of a brand new era that will change the history of Japanese live-action dramas."

"And this "Wonderful Stories of the World" is the beginning of this era."

"Snapped!"

A red seal was heavily stamped on the cover of the business plan.

The bright red color is like a burning flame, and also like a drop of blood announcing the end of the old era.

It's more like the coronation ceremony of a new king who is about to rise.

At this time, Takeshita Ai uttered a name:

"The era of Nohara Hiroshi!"

Chapter 78 Episode "World Wonder" Full Filming in Less Than a Month!

When Takeshita Ai personally sent the project plan with the bright red "approved" stamp on it, along with the master tape that had created a miracle, back to the "Nohara Hiroshi Special Production Team", the entire office was instantly filled with thunderous cheers!

"Ohhhhhh-!"

"We passed! We passed!"

"Great! We did it!"

Nancun Xing and Changgu Luzou, two passionate young men, were as excited as two jumping monkeys, jumping and dancing with joy.

The pure and passionate joy of young people infected everyone present.

Beichuan Yao covered her mouth tightly, and her big eyes, which were always bright and sparkling, were already filled with tears of excitement.

Even the veterans of the Kanto faction, who had seen so much wind and waves, couldn't help but smile from the bottom of their hearts and patted each other on the shoulders. Their faces, which had been worn down by the years, were now glowing with a long-lost glow.

In the corner, Kurosawa Eiji was holding a cup of hot tea, quietly watching his performance as a 'storyteller' on the monitor.

He looked at himself in the picture, wrapped in soft light and deep darkness. An indescribable surprise now appeared on his face, which always looked a bit serious.

He has played many guest roles, either a tragic warrior or an upright elder, but he never thought that just sitting quietly like this and telling a story in a way that was almost like reciting lines could create such a strange and fascinating sense of mystery.

He clearly remembers that during the filming, Hiroshi Nohara did not give him any guidance on acting.

The young man simply told him, "Director Kurosawa, just think of it as telling your grandson a bedtime story. However, this story is a little... dark."

It was this simple, almost straightforward guidance, coupled with the tricky camera position, the perfect lighting and shadow, and the rhythm that was precisely controlled to the millisecond in the post-production editing...

In the end, he presented an artistic effect that was so high-end that even he himself was unfamiliar with it.

“This young man…”

Kurosawa Eiji put down his teacup. His eyes, those eyes that had seen countless ups and downs of life, gleamed with an unprecedented sense of emotion and admiration: "He's not using directorial techniques at all. He's using a kind of... almost instinctive intuition to capture light and shadow and the human soul. What a... natural-born freak."

This is not a compliment, but a statement of fact.

Because Kurosawa Eiji truly witnessed the reality that Nohara Hiroshi was in charge of the costumes, makeup, camera, lighting, actors' expressions and eye angles, and final editing on the set.

At that time, he just felt that Nohara Hiroshi had a wide range of interests.

I'm also worried that he'll bite off more than he can chew.

just now……

After watching the entire first episode, Kurosawa Eiji even thought about himself and felt terrified that he would not be able to achieve such a completeness in just one afternoon.

Still with a lot of help from many people.

and so.

Only when Kurosawa Eiji looked at Hiroshi Nohara would he sigh, this is a true monstrous genius!

In fact, it was not just him, everyone saw Hara Hiroshi as a monster.

Beyond mortal!

'Clap clap clap! '

"Everyone, pay attention!"

However, in the midst of this carnival of victory, the young man who was regarded as a monster by everyone simply clapped his hands calmly, attracting everyone's attention.

"Alright everyone, enough celebrating."

Nohara Hiroshi's voice was not loud, but it was like thunder, attracting everyone's attention.

He walked to the whiteboard, picked up a pen, and wrote two new names under the title "Wonderful Stories of the World" - "The Legend of Macchio" and "Souji".

"Passing the review only means you've received an entry ticket. The real battle has just begun."

He swept his eyes over everyone and said in a resolute and solemn voice that brooked no argument, "Now, I declare that from now on, we will enter the next stage of filming."

He paused and said something that instantly made the entire office fall into silence.

"Today's goal is to finish both episodes!"

"..."

If the previous cheers were a volcanic eruption, then at this moment, the entire office was like a vacuum zone with all the air sucked out.

Everyone seemed to be under a spell, staring blankly at the young man standing in front of the whiteboard. Their eyes looked as if they were looking at a madman who had just announced that he would tear down the Tokyo Tower with his bare hands.

Shooting two episodes in one day?!

This is no longer crazy, it is a suicidal provocation to the production laws of the entire television industry!

"No, not just today."

As if Hiroshi Nohara thought the power of this bomb was not strong enough, he turned around, looked at the faces filled with shock and dullness, and once again put forward an even more shocking plan.

"Starting today, by the end of June, in less than a month, I will finish filming all 39 episodes of the first season of 'Wonderful Stories of the World'!"

'boom--! ’

This time, everyone's brain completely crashed.

One month, thirty-nine episodes?!

What is this concept?

This is equivalent to shooting more than one episode per day on average! Not to mention the time for post-production!

This is a miracle that has never been seen or heard of in the entire history of Japanese television! No! This is not a miracle at all, this is a fairy tale!

"Nohara-kun, calm down!"

Even the usually composed Kurosawa Eiji couldn't help but stand up at this moment. For the first time, a trace of deep worry appeared on his face, which was always a bit serious. "I know you are very talented and motivated. However, filming a live-action drama is completely different from producing an animation! It takes time to polish it, it requires the actors to calm down their emotions, it requires scenes to be arranged, it requires..."

"Senior Kurosawa, I understand your concerns." Nohara Hiroshi interrupted him, but there was no sign of hesitation on his face.

He walked to his desk, took out a stack of drawings as thick as a brick and held it above his head.

"But, for me, these are not problems."

He distributed the stack of drawings to all the core production staff present, one copy each.

On it are all the complete storyboards for the first ten episodes of "Wonderful World".

From the town in "The Legend of Macchio" that fell into madness because of an absurd rumor, to the strange chess game in "Shuangliu" that decided life and death... every shot, every scene, every character's micro-expression was accurately depicted on paper by his magical brush.

"Nancun, Changgu, Beichuan."

Nohara Hiroshi took out another bill of materials, his eyes fell on the three elders who were already stunned by his actions, and he gave orders in a deep voice:

"All the costumes, props, and makeup requirements for each episode are marked here. You three, contact the relevant departments immediately. I don't care what method you use, but you must prepare all the materials for the first three episodes by today!"

"Director Yamamoto, Section Chief Sato." He turned his gaze to the two veterans of the Kanto faction and said, "I'll leave the scheduling of the actors and the execution of the scene to you two."

Finally, he looked at the team members who were still in great shock, unable to extricate themselves, and his voice, like the final sound of a bell, clearly reached everyone's ears:

"I know, it sounds like an impossible task."

"But what I need you to do is very simple."

He paused, his clear eyes burning with a fire that could set the whole world on fire.

"That is, completely and utterly, trust me."

"Follow the drawings I give you and follow my pace. I promise you that we can not only complete it, but also complete it better than anyone else!"

There was deathly silence in the office.

Everyone was looking at the young man standing in the center of the crowd, radiating endless light and heat as if there was a sun in his body.

That almost arrogant self-confidence and the domineering spirit, like the most violent virus, instantly infected everyone present.