Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 229 "The Sound of the Wind" is released

Will couldn't be more wrong.

How could AV cause quarrels in Japan?
If my daughter wants to watch it, my father might even recommend it to her. It is absolutely impossible to cause a big argument.

But The Voice of the Wind is different.

It has been a week since March 3th, the first day of its release in Japan.

During this week, it has become a highly controversial and unconventional topic in Japanese society.

While being cursed and hated by many Japanese, it also attracted the attention of many other Japanese teenagers.

It is normal for this to lead to arguments.

The 3-second advertisement that TBS began airing on March 1 was undoubtedly the beginning of these arguments and controversies.

The first time Ayase Haruka saw the commercial, she was vacuuming the carpet at home.

As a rising star in the Japanese entertainment industry, this is a rare day off for her.

After the great success of "White Night Walk", she received continuous invitations for advertisements, television and movies.

When I was busiest, I worked 24 hours a day. Sometimes I didn’t even have time to sleep and could only close my eyes and take a nap while putting on makeup.

The weather in Tokyo was just right on this day, the sunlight was soft and beautiful, and the cherry blossoms on the streets began to bloom, welcoming tourists from all over the world. For Tokyo, March is undoubtedly the most beautiful season of the year.

Therefore, in this peaceful and harmonious atmosphere, the sound of gunfire coming from TV was so abrupt to Ayase Haruka and many Japanese people.

Ever since she starred in "White Night Walk", she would subconsciously turn on the TV to TBS every time she was at home, and today was no exception.

So, what's going on?

Ayase Haruka was not mentally prepared at all and looked up subconsciously.

At that moment, the background of her 42-inch TV screen was pure black.

A line of bright red handwritten Japanese text flashed in it:

"A war that lasted eight years."
Immediately the screen flashed, and the scenes switched rapidly:
A dock full of Japanese soldiers.

A military meeting full of officers was in full swing.

Kitano Takeshi, dressed in military uniform, stood in front of a map with fierce eyes and murderous intent. With a swish, he drew the sword from his waist.

Ayase Haruka's eyes widened instantly.

She had never seen Kitano Takeshi dressed as a soldier before. Similarly, the sound of war drums and the sight of war horses also caught her off guard.

In fact, it was not just Ayase Haruka. TBS later interviewed many Japanese people in the market survey.

Almost everyone said in unison that they were initially attracted by the advertisement of "The Whistleblower" because of the sound of gunfire that could never be heard on everyday TV programs.

Indeed, you can hardly see any war movies or TV series in the Japanese's daily TV programs.

Part of the reason is the same as why the Japanese government revised their elementary and middle school textbooks... They wanted the Japanese people to forget the war and cover up the heinous crimes they had committed.

In short, the advertisement for "The Sound of Wind" was able to be released on TBS on March 3st, partly because TBS was controlled by the treacherous guy Chen Nuo and had no choice but to do it.

On the other hand, it also benefited from the honeymoon period in Sino-Japanese-American relations around 2008.

This is a temporary result achieved after efforts from many parties.

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In addition to the relevant personnel of China Film Group and the crew of "The Sound of Wind", including Chen Nuo, and the main producers of the commercials, Wang Jiawei and Ning Hao,

Nobody knows,
This background music, which attracted countless Japanese people from the very beginning, was actually taken from a clip of the Chinese movie "Bloody Battle of Taierzhuang".

At this moment, accompanied by the wailing of the Japanese invaders being killed by Chinese soldiers and the roar of war in "The Bloody Battle of Taierzhuang",
The picture in Ayase Haruka's eyes darkened.
The second time, a line of subtitles appeared.

"Hundreds of millions of people are involved in the war." (Hundreds of millions of people were involved in the war)

The screen switched quickly again.

An unknown city street being bombed by planes, citizens running around,
Fighter planes with the Rising Sun flag painted on them were flying across the dark sky.
A beautiful long-haired woman was sitting in an old car, looking out the window. Her black and white eyes were reflected in the window.

On top of a manor, there was a man holding a saber and wearing a Japanese khaki military uniform.

His upper body was hidden in the darkness, and Ayase Haruka couldn't see his face clearly.

However, the white gloves on his hands and the neat military uniform on his body showed his identity as a Japanese aristocratic officer.

The screen went dark.
There is another line of words: "Initially awarded as a haiku actor." (The first Asian actor to be recognized by an Oscar).

The commercial edited by Wang Jiawei himself was so beautiful that Ayase Haruka unconsciously loosened her hand and the vacuum cleaner in her hand fell on the carpet.

She stared at the TV screen without blinking, and saw the man in the dark slowly walking out from the shadows in the house.

That face with clear lines and unforgettable appearance was gradually exposed to the light.

First, the pointed and thin chin with a little green stubble, then the thin lips with a slight arc, then the nose wings and the high nose bridge.
Then, when the eyes were about to appear, the screen went black again.

Two red Chinese characters fill the entire screen:

"Chen Nuo." Next to it are the vertical characters "中国の俳優." (Chinese actor)

The screen returns to a very large and clear close-up of a person from the front.

That face finally appeared, and the handsome and deep facial features reflected in Ayase Haruka's eyes made her suddenly want to grab something with her hands.

But the vacuum cleaner fell down, and she had nowhere to hold it. She couldn't look away, so she could only stand there in a daze, staring at the TV screen.

The faces on the screen began to change expressions.

His face twitched slightly, and the left corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a somewhat hideous smile.

This time, the smile was not the kind of gentle and sunny smile that Ayase Haruka had seen on the show before, like the smile of a boy next door, which made people feel warm and moved.

Instead, there was a hint of indescribable evil and coldness in his smile.

Let people know that this must be a terrible and cruel man.

But...but...

Ayase Haruka's heart beat faster.

Immediately the man's face disappeared and the screen went black again.

Two subtitles appeared one after another:

"真実とushの戦い." (A battle between truth and lies)
"The ultimate battle of wits, who is the mole in the army?"

At this time, many men and women flashed on the TV one after another.

They have different expressions and shapes.

Some were wearing military uniforms, some were wearing suits, and some were wearing cheongsams.

Some are innocent, some are beautiful, some are sad, and some are feminine.

But each one has his or her own unique characteristics.

The screen went completely dark.

Three large blood-red characters "风の声" suddenly appeared on the TV screen.

The following is: ""On March 7th, Japan will be open to the public." (Open to the public nationwide in Japan).

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

The TV screen in Ayase Haruka's house suddenly jumped out of the intense sound and picture just now.

A woman with a bright smile was holding a toothbrush, revealing two rows of white teeth. She was brushing her teeth happily, and the voice-over sounded: "Lion Pearl Whitening Toothpaste..."

Ayase Haruka looked at the TV screen, was in a daze for a while, then bent down and picked up the vacuum cleaner.

Fortunately, she lives alone, otherwise, the gleaming flesh revealed at this moment in the loose T-shirt collar would really make people dizzy.

She turned on the vacuum cleaner and continued to clean the room, but the advertisement kept appearing in her mind.

So soon, his new movie is released in Japan again.

Moreover, this time he plays a Japanese soldier.

Ayase Haruka was originally feeling a little disappointed, but for some reason, she suddenly felt better.
He began to imitate the sounds of gunfire on TV, treating the vacuum cleaner as a machine gun, firing "bang bang bang" and "pa pa pa" into the air.

Although, it's impossible.

But, it would be great if he really did.

……

……

At the same time that Ayase Haruka saw the advertisement, in a small movie theater in Gotanda, Shinagawa District, Tokyo.

"Shota, please tell your father that this time our Kurokawa Cinema can give you a theater to play the film. However, after this, our Kurokawa Film Museum will no longer show your company's films. The contract is terminated. Please understand."

A young man with a beautiful mustache bowed slightly to Shota Nakamura and said.

The 28-year-old Nakamura Shota was not old enough to show his emotions on his face. He was shocked when he heard this and asked repeatedly, "Mr. Catfish, are you serious? Why is this?" The third-generation director of Kurokawa Film Museum, Catfish, sighed slightly and said, "I'm sorry, Shota, because times have changed. We have to consider survival. The cost of showing each movie is getting higher and higher, and the salaries of employees are rising with the changing times."

"It is no longer the era where we can survive as long as we release a few movies and guarantee 2% to 3% attendance. So, for the sake of the careers of my ancestors, I have to make this decision.

"Our nearly 30-year cooperation with your company will continue until after this film is released."

"Shota, listen to my advice. Don't be so stubborn as to only release those outdated movies. Otherwise, your Nakamura family will surely fall into the abyss."

"Go back and persuade your father."

"I know you have high hopes for this movie, but in my opinion, even with Chen's participation, not many people will be interested in it."

"The Japanese won't like this kind of war movie. Even Pearl Harbor is the same, right?"

"I estimate that the attendance rate on the opening day will not exceed 10%. This is already the most optimistic estimate."

Shota Nakamura argued, "Catfish-kun, we have reached an agreement with TBS. We will broadcast advertisements on it. It will definitely not be like what you said."

Kurokawa Catfish smiled, "I know, you said last time that you would play the advertisement for more than ten days starting from today. Otherwise, why would I agree to give you a theater this time?"

"Shota, this is the last thing I can do for you. That's it. I'm very sorry. After this, you don't have to come over again. I've made up my mind."

When Shota Nakamura heard Kurokawa Catfish's rather heavy words, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.

As a third-generation successor, he could actually understand the heaviness and helplessness in Kurokawa's words.

"Hey, I get it, Catfish-kun."

After bowing to Kurokawa Catfish, Shota Nakamura walked out of Kurokawa Studios with heavy steps.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but look back again.

A lonely poster, so inconspicuous among the many Japanese movie posters.

However, he believes that anyone who sees the movie poster of "The Voice of the Wind" will have to admit that it is so beautiful.

The pictorial is divided into three sections: upper, middle and lower, by red ink.

The three words "风の声" were arranged from top to bottom.

Next to each word, there are two particularly recognizable faces.

Nakamura Shota was unfamiliar with most of them. He had only come into contact with the two men on the upper right and middle left: one old and one young, one ugly and one handsome.

Pink cherry blossom petals are falling from the upper left corner of the poster, and one petal falls right on the lips of the woman with sad eyes in the lower right corner.
It seems to have a lingering beauty.

Finally, the speckled cherry blossoms fell to the bottom of the poster, falling into a pool of red blood, causing ripples.
However, the blood saturation is very low, so it not only does not look scary, but instead has a kind of elegant beauty.

"Oh." Shota Nakamura couldn't help but sigh again.

Although he knew that this was a poster produced by a film production company in mainland China specifically for the Japanese market.

The purpose is to weaken the war color in the film and attract viewers who accidentally walk into the cinema to watch their movie.

But, will it really be useful?

After much begging, Kurokawa Film Studios was only willing to schedule a screening in one theater on March 3. Moreover, they also used the excuse that the theater was too small and only allowed them to put up a poster.

His confidence was also eroded bit by bit.

Shota Nakamura walked slowly through the alley outside the Kurokawa Studios. The wind blew up the cherry blossom petals behind him, but no sound was made.

However, the next day, after sleeping in his car all night, he went to visit Fukada Cinema in Shinjuku, ready to try to pester them to give him another theater to make up for the loss of Kurokawa Cinema.

For some unknown reason, he was treated completely differently from Kurokawa.

The voice of Taro Fukada, who is in his 50s, is not only very loud, but also very pleasant to Shota Nakamura's ears.

"Nakamura-kun, no problem. We've got everything ready. There are five theaters in the Fukada Theater, and we're planning to schedule three theaters for the screening of The Wind. All you have to do is send your copy over."

Nakamura Shota was very surprised, because the last time he came here, Fukada Taro had a different attitude. He was even a hundred times worse than Kurokawa Catfish. If Nakamura Shota hadn't knelt on the ground and begged, no one would have given it.

"Uncle Fukada, this..."

Shota Nakamura suspected that the other party was playing a joke on him.

Taro Fukada's clean-shaven face laughed heartily, showing his two rows of teeth. He patted his shoulder and said, "Shota, our Fukada family and your Nakamura family are old friends. Remember, if there are not enough copies, make sure to send them to us first, understand?"

Nakamura Shota blinked his confused eyes and replied at a loss: "Hi."

what happened?

With such doubts, Nakamura Shota said goodbye to Fukada Taro. As he walked out, the phone in his pocket rang. It was Kurokawa Catfish.

Like Taro Fukada, Kurokawa Catfish's tone was also very different from the last time. Not only was it very friendly, but it also did not sound serious or heavy at all.

"Good afternoon, Shota-kun. Do you have time now? I want to talk to you about the release of The Voice of the Wind. I have been thinking about it for a long time today. I feel that the friendship that has been passed down from generation to generation between us cannot be severed in my hands."

Nakamura Shota spent the whole day in a daze, because next up was not only the Fukada and Kurokawa families,

A total of seven cinemas in Tokyo that cooperated with Donghong Film called him one after another. All of them changed their previous cold attitude and asked to renegotiate the release arrangements with him.

This made him feel warm in his heart in this chilly March.

He quickly picked up the phone to tell his father, Hiroki Nakamura, who was in charge of the Kinki local theater in Osaka, the good news.
Unexpectedly, after hearing his overjoyed words, Nakamura Hiroki asked very calmly: "Shota, how many days have you not been to the company?"

Shota Nakamura's excited words came to an abrupt halt.

Five days. Since you gave me the task of contacting the theaters in the Kanto region, I didn't waste time going to the company that eventually had only two employees left. I slept in the car every day and didn't even go home.

The answer was on the tip of his tongue, but Nakamura Shota swallowed the hidden complaint and lied, "I went there yesterday."

Nakamura Hiroki did not delve into his lies, but said calmly: "Go home and have a good sleep today. You will understand when you go to the company tomorrow."

At night, Shota Nakamura went home obediently and had a good sleep.

The next morning, he did not go to any movie theaters. In fact, there was no need to do so now.

When he walked into the two-story building of their Donghong Film Studio just after work hours, he heard intermittent voices upstairs before he went upstairs.

They are the only two employees left in their company, one is Yuko Matsui who is in charge of front desk administration, and the other is Ayako Fujita who is in charge of finance.

What surprised him was that the person who seemed to be answering the phone was not Matsui, but Sister Fujita, who was usually the laziest.

"Yes, we currently... Yes, in Tokyo, we only have... Yes, I'm very sorry."

When Shota Nakamura walked up the stairs, Fujita seemed to have hung up the phone, but the next second, the phone rang again.

The call was picked up immediately, and this time Shota Nakamura heard it more clearly.

"Hi, Tohong Eiga. Hi, The Voice of the Wind is a movie released by our company... Yes, there is only one theater in Shinagawa District showing it... Yes, it will be shown at midnight on the 7th... Yes, that's Chen Nuojun... Hi, bye."

Click.

The phone hangs up.

Immediately, the ding-ling-ling ringing sounded again.

When Shota Nakamura went upstairs, he saw that Sister Fujita was already answering the third call.

But Yuko Matsui did not fail to come to work, she was actually in the office.

Seeing him coming, Yuko Matsui, who was in her 30s and had a very gentle and pleasant voice, showed an expression of "being saved", stood up to greet him, opened her mouth and said something.

Shota Nakamura didn't hear a word.

Because Yuko Matsui's throat seemed to be blocked by a stone, only the hissing sound of air came out from the gap.

How could I possibly tell what she was saying?

If a few people from the neighboring company hadn't come to watch the fun, Shota Nakamura didn't know how long he would have to wait to find out what had happened.

Because the phone at the front desk rang almost non-stop, Sister Fujita simply couldn't spare the time to explain to him what was going on.

Finally, amid the gossips of several employees from the neighboring company, Shota Nakamura learned that this situation started on the morning of March 3, after the first day of the advertisement for "The Voice of the Wind" was aired.

These callers were unable to find any information about the relevant movies in nearby cinemas, so they searched for this distribution company online and called to inquire.

Yesterday, Yuko Matsui was so excited that she answered phone calls all day long, and in the end she was completely speechless.

That's why Ayako Fujita answered the phone today.

Shota Nakamura was dumbfounded and said in disbelief: "That commercial... is it great?" Because TBS has been in direct contact with Huanxin Company, he has never seen it at all. He felt sad yesterday and ended up sleeping in the car all night without thinking about going back to see it.

Yuko Matsui was excited, but unfortunately she couldn't say a word. She could only raise her thumbs with both hands and wave them in the air.

A male employee next door saw this and laughed: "I think Ms. Matsui must be thinking, that's amazing."

Yuko Matsui nodded repeatedly, showing an expression of approval.

The employee then added: "I think so, too. The ad is really attractive, and I will definitely support it when the time comes."

Nakamura Shota quickly bowed and said, "Thank you."

"No need. In fact, besides Chen Jun, I also want to see the mainland beauties inside, haha..."

　There is only one chapter tonight. It will be too late to revise the next chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)