I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

The director of the advertising department, a middle-aged fat man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, was smiling as he placed a cup of freshly brewed top-grade Gyokuro in front of Mingrihai with both hands. His posture was as respectful as a devout believer facing the God of Wealth.

"Regarding the exclusive naming rights for the next season of 'Wonderful Stories of the World,' we already have three top car brands and two electronics giants who have expressed strong interest in cooperating. Each of their offers is more astonishing than the last. Do you think... can we..."

"Not urgent."

Ming Hai picked up the teacup and blew away the hot steam. His elegant face wore a calm smile like that of an old fox. "For advertising matters, you still need to go to Mr. Gao Tian, ​​the executive deputy director. I can't interfere with the specific business."

"Ah? This..." The director of the advertising department was stunned.

"Also, 'Anzhiju' is also very popular right now."

Another deputy director, who was in charge of overseas copyright procurement and had a good relationship with him, also came over, his face full of excitement. "I've already received purchasing intentions from several Southeast Asian TV stations! Especially the story of 'Lend Me'. It's said to have caused quite a stir in Thailand! The copyright fees they're offering are also quite substantial!"

Asumi just smiled and nodded, still saying, "Deputy Director Takada is fully responsible for all these matters."

Looking at these two colleagues who usually looked down on him but were now circling around him like two flies, Ming Hai felt an unprecedented sense of pride and joy in his heart.

He knew that from today on, their Guandong faction would no longer be the marginal faction that had to please others and was restricted in every way.

In their hands, they hold two trump cards that are enough to make the entire TV station take notice.

One is called "Wonderful Stories of the World".

The other one is called "Anzhiju".

Behind these two trump cards, there is only one common name.

Nohara Hiroshi.

Moreover, Asumi thought that if he handed all these matters over to Takada Shunei, the deputy director of the production department who already had the copyright and advertising, the two most lucrative contents of the production department's planning, firmly in his hands, he would definitely have to spend a lot of time and effort on these two planning programs.

Asumi couldn't help but smile.

After all, he was the one who decided the broadcasting rights and overseas rights of the two planned programs, as well as the advertising sponsors.

But the final decision was made by the leader of the Kanto faction himself.

……

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

In Takada Toshihide's office, the familiar, furious roar was heard again.

He threw a priceless celadon teacup to the ground, shattering it into pieces, just like his heart, which had long been eroded by jealousy and anger.

Masao Iwata knelt on the floor like a dead dog, trembling and not even daring to raise his head.

"Look at this! Look at how they do it!"

Takada Shunei pointed at the latest ratings report on the table, his gloomy face twisted with extreme anger. "It's the same 'Anzhiju'! It's the same third season! In his hands, it can be revived and achieve new glory! In your hands, it's just a piece of fucking garbage that even dogs wouldn't smell!"

"Right now, the entire TV station is laughing at me! They're laughing at us Tokyo clique! Where am I going to put my old self in this situation?!"

He paced back and forth in anger, but finally, he fell back weakly and dejectedly into the leather chair that symbolized power.

He looked at the sky outside the window, his eyes like an old lion king whose territory had been taken away by a young lion, leaving only endless fatigue and unwillingness.

After a long time, he slowly exhaled, with a self-deprecating smile in his breath.

"never mind."

He waved his hand, as if he was shooing away a fly: "Go away. Don't let me see you again for the time being."

"Hi! Hi!"

Masao Iwata felt as if he had been pardoned. He kowtowed several times again, then used his hands and feet to embarrass himself and leave the office that made him feel suffocated.

However, when he turned around, a second before the heavy door was closed, a cold light flashed in his lowered eyes, like a poisonous snake, full of resentment and madness.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

The humiliation he had suffered in recent days.

That’s a bit too much!

……

And the young man who was admired, envied, or resented by countless people had already completely isolated himself from the noise of the outside world.

In his office, the curtains were drawn tightly, leaving only a soft desk lamp, which outlined a firm contour on his focused profile.

In front of him was a huge piece of white paper.

In his hand, he held an ordinary pencil.

His eyes were calm yet fiery, as if they contained a brand new universe about to be born.

On that piece of white paper, there were no storyboards, no lines, only simple drawings full of childishness and imagination.

A man in a black tights uses his body to imitate an erupting volcano.

A girl in a white dress, using several open umbrellas and a flashlight, imitates jellyfish at night.

A group of students wearing clothes of different colors imitated the rolling of colorful marbles by moving their bodies.

At the very top of the paper, written in a unique artistic font were a few large, magical words.

——"Super Change" Season 1, planning proposal (detailed version).

Hiroshi Nohara knows that if he wants to become a hit in this new variety show battlefield, he must not make any mistakes.

The first season has to be perfect!

It must be the ace among aces that can catch the attention of all the audience in an instant.

So, he made a decision.

For the contestants of the first season, he will not use the audition method to find those folk creative people who are full of uncertainty.

What he wants to use are actors.

They are the actors from the Kanto School who have excellent acting skills and strong expressiveness, but for various reasons, they are not appreciated for their talents.

He wants to use the most professional people to present the most perfect and imaginative performance.

He first needs to use an impeccable and gorgeous performance to deeply imprint the brand of "Super Change" in the hearts of every Japanese audience.

Let them know that variety shows can be played like this.

It turns out that creativity can be so pure and interesting.

Only in the second season, when this brand has been deeply rooted in people's hearts and has enough influence, will he completely open this door to all ordinary people.

Only then will a true creative carnival with the participation of the entire nation officially begin.

This is his real plan.

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

'Jingle Bell--'

But at this moment, the phone next to Nohara Hiroshi rang, interrupting his thoughts.

"Hello, Nohara classroom, I'm Nohara Hiroshi." Nohara Hiroshi spoke.

"Nohara Hiroshi-kun! I'm Ichiro Ya, the deputy director of the production department of Osaka Television. If possible, I hope to be able to..."

Someone immediately appeared on the other side and introduced themselves.

"Click." But Nohara Hiroshi hung up the phone immediately, his face looking a little helpless.

He's almost used to it.

Ever since "The Wonderful World" broke the 21% viewership rating, he has been receiving a lot of calls.

I don't know how the other party knew his landline number within Tokyo TV.

He even called his home landline number repeatedly.

This made Nohara Hiroshi very annoyed.

He doesn't want to be harassed.

And I don't want to change jobs when the economic bubble has been burst and the economic crisis is about to come like a tsunami.

Chapter 94: Anti-Nohara Hiroshi Alliance! Angry Conspirators!

Hiroshi Nohara doesn't want to be harassed.

However, in this world, many things will not come to an abrupt end just because you don't wish them to.

……

Osaka, Kansai Television (KTV) Headquarters Building, Production Department.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound was heard.

The black receiver slammed down on the phone like an executed prisoner, with such force that the entire phone jumped back in fear.

Ichiro Agaya, the deputy director of the production department who is known for his decisiveness in the Osaka television industry, is now staring at the phone that has been hung up, with a dark look on his face.

No one dared to hang up on him yet.

The originally relaxed atmosphere in the office instantly froze into ice.

Several subordinates who were holding coffee and preparing to come over to report on their work stopped in their tracks. They were like puppets under a spell, not daring to even breathe.

"Bastard... that kid from Tokyo TV..."

Ichiro Yama squeezed out these words from between his teeth. The sound seemed to come from the cold wind of Siberia, carrying with it a cold murderous intent.

He didn't understand.

He really couldn't figure it out.

Ichiro Agaya has been working in the Osaka television industry for twenty years. He started as a young man carrying a camera and climbed up step by step to his current position where countless younger generations look up to him. When has he ever suffered such humiliation?

He humbled himself and personally called a fourth-level director who was a few years younger than his son. This in itself was a huge honor.

He even rehearsed it countless times in his mind before the call was connected.

The opening remarks needed to be friendly, without the airs of a major television station. Then, they needed to casually reveal Kansai TV's keen interest in the genre of "urban ghost stories" and its willingness to invest top-tier resources, far exceeding those of TV Tokyo. Then, using the voice of a seasoned veteran, they hinted at the inevitable factional struggles and repression the young person would face within TV Tokyo.

Finally, he threw out an olive branch that any young person drifting in Tokyo could not refuse - the position of chief producer of horror series at Kansai TV, and a detached mansion with a courtyard in the center of Osaka!