I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

"thump--!"

His knees softened and he knelt down heavily!

A standard one, with the forehead pressed firmly against the cold floor, getting down from the ground!

"Nohara...Sensei!"

His voice, hoarse and filled with endless regret, came from beneath his lowered head: "I... I was wrong! I'm not a human! I was blinded by greed! I... I'm sorry! I'm sorry to you! I'm sorry to Mr. Suzuki! I'm sorry to everyone!"

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, mixed with snot, and dripped onto the smooth floor, leaving a small, messy stain.

"I beg you! Give me another chance! I...I am willing to be your slave! My life is yours from now on!"

There was dead silence in the office.

Everyone was completely shocked by the dramatic scene before them.

Nohara Hiroshi didn't let him get up immediately.

He just watched quietly until this man completely crushed all his dignity and pride on the floor.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm, without any emotion to be heard.

"Get up."

"From today on, you will also be the executive director of my Nohara classroom. You will be responsible for the reboot project of the fourth and fifth seasons of 'Anzhiju'."

He paused, and a cold light flashed in his clear eyes.

"I'll only say this once, Hashimoto-kun."

"I don't keep useless people here, let alone traitors."

"Yes! Yes! I understand! I swear! I, Hashiichi Ichiro, will never betray your trust again in this life!"

Hashijita kowtowed three times to the floor. The sound was dull, but full of gratitude for surviving the disaster.

When Nohara Hiroshi saw him like this, the little bit of sympathy he had for Suzuki Seito had disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there is a sense of peace of mind that chess players feel when they see their pieces return to their positions.

Of course he knew how stupid his actions were in the eyes of Masao Iwata and Toshihide Takada.

But so what?

What he wanted was to make them look down on him and make them think that he was just a nice guy who was nostalgic.

Then, when they least expect it, use this chess piece they themselves abandoned to give them the most fatal blow.

"Dangdangdang——"

Just then, there was another knock on the office door.

Ming Hai's intellectual and beautiful secretary appeared at the door with a humble smile on her face.

"Mr. Nohara, Deputy Director Asumi wants you to come over," she said respectfully, adding, "Deputy Director Takada and Section Chief Iwata are here too."

"Oh?" Nohara Hiroshi raised his eyebrows and a playful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It's true that when you mention Cao Cao, he appears.

……

The atmosphere in Asumi's office was completely different from the tense one Nohara Hiroshi had expected.

Takada Toshihide and Asumi, the two second-in-commands from different factions, are like two old friends who haven't seen each other for many years. They sit on the sofa, sipping tea and chatting happily.

And Masao Iwata, who should have been a stray dog, was now kneeling beside the coffee table with his head lowered, carefully brewing matcha for everyone with a set of exquisite-looking tea sets. His posture was as respectful as that of a professionally trained tea boy.

When he saw Nohara Hiroshi coming in, he even stood up immediately and bowed deeply to him. His posture was extremely humble.

"Teacher Nohara, you're here."

"..."

Nohara Hiroshi was a little stunned when he saw this scene full of magical realism.

But there was still that gentle smile on his face.

"Deputy Director Takada, Deputy Director Asumi, Section Chief Iwata, good afternoon." He greeted.

"Hahaha, Guangzhi-kun is here, come and sit down!" Asumi nodded enthusiastically, his elegant face filled with an uncontrollable smile.

He looked at Nohara Hiroshi and said in a tone that was almost boastful:

"Hiroshi-kun, you've arrived just in time. Deputy Director Takada and Section Chief Iwata came here today specifically to... apologize to you. They also want to ask you, the creator of 'Anshijiu', to come out and save our flagship IP, which is in jeopardy!"

"After all, the directors were furious at the board meeting. Such an excellent brand IP had failed so miserably. Our Deputy Director Takada Shunei was severely reprimanded for this. This is terrible!"

As he spoke, he winked briefly at Nohara Hiroshi from an angle that the two of them couldn't see.

The pride and joy in his eyes almost overflowed the screen.

At this moment, the outcome has been decided, and the offense and defense have changed.

It was the Kanto faction's turn to sit at the card table and leisurely enjoy their opponent's wonderful face-changing performance.

Chapter 90: "Anzhiju" is back! Nohara's trump card!

Takada Toshihide's face, which always had a gloomy look, forced out a kind smile that was uglier than crying. The wrinkles in that smile were so deep that they could kill a fly.

There was no way. As Asumi said, he was really scolded at the board meeting.

Now even though he is the executive deputy director, he has no choice but to bow his head.

of course.

He bowed his head literally, and he couldn't really bow his head to Nohara Hiroshi, otherwise what would happen to his authority as the executive deputy director?

Takada Toshihide picked up the cup of Uji Matcha in front of him, which was brewed by Iwata Masao himself and exuded a rich seaweed aroma. He took a sip and then let out an exaggerated exclamation as if his tongue was burned by something, or as if he had tasted some unparalleled delicacy.

“Good tea, really good tea!”

He put down the teacup, but his eyes passed the rising steam and fell on Nohara Hiroshi's face, which was a little too young. His eyes were as sincere as a devout believer who came to the temple to pray to the gods.

"Teacher Nohara."

He even changed his address. His voice was filled with the warmth of an elder addressing a younger one, full of expectation. "I asked Deputy Director Ming Rihai to invite you here today. Actually, I have a request that I cannot ask."

"Please speak, Deputy Director Takada." Nohara Hiroshi just smiled and nodded, without any problem with etiquette.

"It's about 'Anzhiju'."

Takada Shunei sighed deeply, a hint of grief and sorrow perfectly revealed on his gloomy face. "This planning brand was created by you. It can be said to be the most successful and valuable gold signboard of our Tokyo TV in recent years. But..."

He changed the subject, and his cold eyes, like knives, fiercely glared at Masao Iwata, who was already shaking like a sieve beside him.

"But it's all my fault for not judging people well and employing them wisely. I handed such an important project to a... useless person like Iwata-kun! The reputation has collapsed, the audience is complaining, and even the board of directors is alarmed! I... as the boss, I have an unshirkable responsibility!"

He spoke these words with great emotion, as if he was really regretful and annoyed.

"So, Mr. Nohara, I'm here today to ask you, on behalf of the production department and myself, to give 'Anzhiju' another chance. Please... take it back. Only in the hands of you, a true 'father', can it be revitalized and not allowed to die in the dust."

These words are truly heartfelt and touching.

If you ignore the calculation and unwillingness that flashed in his eyes.

"...This." Nohara Hiroshi's face showed just the right amount of embarrassment when he heard this.

He glanced at Asumi beside him, his voice filled with helplessness:

"Deputy Director Takada, you're being too kind. However, the original contract clearly stated that I had transferred all copyrights of 'Anzhiju' to the production bureau. Legally speaking, it's no longer my work."

"and."

He spread his hands, like a creator drained of all inspiration. "As you can see, the workload on my current project, 'Wonderful Stories of the World,' is incredibly overwhelming. I'm completely overwhelmed every day. I really... feel powerless."

These words undoubtedly kicked the ball back to the starting point.

The smile on Takada Toshihide's face froze for a moment.

He didn't expect that the young man's words would be so flawless. He didn't even give him a way out and couldn't find any ground for rebuttal.

The muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably, and then that cold gaze fell on Iwata Masao again.

That look was like a silent command.

Extremely gloomy.

Masao Iwata's body trembled violently, and he knew it was his turn to perform.

He almost crawled from the coffee table to in front of Nohara Hiroshi, and then, under the gaze of everyone with a bit of surprise and amusement.

"thump--!"

His knees went weak and he knelt down heavily!

A standard one, even three points more standard than when he made tea for Takada Shunying just now, getting down from the seat!

"Teacher Nohara!"

His voice, hoarse and filled with endless regret and humility, came from beneath his lowered head: "I was wrong! It's all my fault! I'm arrogant and incompetent, and it's me... who has tarnished your great work!"

He raised his head, and his face had lost all color. Instead, there was an almost insane pleading, and even a few turbid tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

"Teacher Nohara, I... I am actually a big fan of "Anzhiju"! I really like this work! I... I really don't want it to die in my hands!"

"Please! Please give it another chance! Also... also give me a chance to atone for my sins!"

This performance is so heartbreaking that it makes anyone who hears it or sees it cry.

If you ignore his eyes that were still flashing with resentment and unwillingness despite the tears.

"Hey, Iwata-kun, what are you doing? Get up quickly." At this moment, Asumi finally spoke.

Asumi sighed and stood up. He walked over to Nohara Hiroshi, patted his shoulder, and said in the gentle tone of an elder comforting a younger person, "Hiroshi-kun, look, Deputy Director Takada and Section Chief Iwata are so sincere. Besides, 'Anshiji' is our Tokyo TV brand after all. If this situation gets out, it will be a huge blow to our entire reputation."

He paused, and at an angle where the two men couldn't see, he blinked twice quickly at Nohara Hiroshi.

"Just think of it as... a favor for the station, and for me, a senior, so... just... take a little more effort and get it back, okay?"

Nohara Hiroshi looked at Asumi's face which was full of the expression of "That's enough, let's quit while we're ahead", and laughed secretly in his heart, but his face just revealed a hint of hesitation after being persuaded.

He was silent for a long time before he sighed deeply, as if he had made an extremely difficult decision.

"...Okay." He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse with a hint of compromise: "Since you, Deputy Director, have said so, then I, as a junior, will respectfully obey your orders."