I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 108: Mobile mail delivery goes to Kumamoto Prefecture! The Oyama family is shocked!

Aso City, Kumamoto Prefecture.

There is neither the suffocating steel jungle of Tokyo nor the never-ending prosperity of Ginza.

Here are rolling green mountains, vast fields, and the snow-covered Aso volcano that stands quietly between heaven and earth like a sleeping giant.

Time seems to slow down here, bringing with it a pastoral sense of leisure and tranquility.

In the Oyama family's mansion, the air was filled with the fragrance of tatami and soil, mixed with a hint of the tempting burnt aroma of yakitori.

“Ha! That’s exactly what it tastes like!”

Yoshiharu Koyama, the patriarch of the Koyama family, was leaning comfortably against the low table at this moment, drinking a glass of ice-cold Asahi beer in one gulp and letting out a sigh of satisfaction from the depths of his soul.

His face, which had seemed a little serious due to his long years as the dean of studies, was now filled with the purest happiness that could only belong to a middle-aged man.

"Mother of you, your skill in grilling chicken skewers is getting better and better. Paired with this ice-cold beer, it's simply... the ultimate enjoyment in life!" As he spoke, he picked up a skewer of crispy-cooked chicken skin and ate it until his mouth was full of oil.

"Just your sweet mouth."

From the kitchen, the voice of his wife Xiaoshan Gaoya was heard, which was a little angry but could not hide her smile.

She came out holding a plate of freshly made, still steaming, red bean-filled rice cakes. The plump white rice cakes were dotted with a few plump red beans, which looked very appetizing.

"Try some freshly made rice cakes. Zhen'er loves them the most. I don't know when she will come back." Xiaoshan Gaoya put down the plate and sat down next to her husband. A trace of motherly worry appeared on her face, which always had a gentle smile.

"Speaking of which, that kid named Shinya, recently... it seems like he hasn't been in contact with that kid from the Fujiwara family for a while."

This topic, like a drop of ink falling into a calm lake, instantly added a touch of solemnity to the leisurely and comfortable atmosphere in the living room.

The smile on Yoshiharu Koyama's face faded a little, he frowned, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, which always had a scrutinizing look in them.

"Oh? What's going on? I've met that kid from the Fujiwara family a few times. He's a nice guy. His family's well-off, and his father is a county councilor. He's polite and has a respectable job. Why did he stop interacting with us?"

"How would I know?" Xiaoshan Gaoya sighed, her gentle eyes filled with helplessness. "You know our Zhenya. She looks calm and gentle, but deep down, she's more stubborn than anyone else. I've asked her several times, and she always said it was nothing, just that she's been busy lately. But I always feel like there's more to it than that."

"That won't do!" Koyama Yoshiharu's tone grew serious, the authority of a principal unconsciously emanating from him. "It took a lot of effort to arrange this marriage. Our Koyama family is just an ordinary civil servant family. Marrying into the Fujiwara family means that Shinya is marrying up! It's all thanks to her hard work, good character, good work, and beautiful looks that they're interested in her. If... if anything goes wrong, then..."

He didn't finish his words, but the anxiety of the head of the family was evident in his words.

In this society where classes have long been solidified, a good marriage is enough to change the fate of a family for decades to come.

"I know, I know." Xiaoshan Gaoya nodded, his face full of agreement. "When she comes back, I'll have a good talk with her. We can't let her do whatever she wants and let her have random thoughts."

"Oh." Yoshiharu Koyama sighed and said nothing more.

After all, it's about the children's marriage.

It is often the parents who have experienced the ups and downs of life who have the most say.

They no longer have the ideals they once had.

There is no more unrealistic fantasy.

They even have the calculations of their age to seek long-term happiness for their children.

Sometimes, when it comes to marriage, it is indeed not a bad thing to follow your parents' arrangements.

Just then, a crisp doorbell rang from the entrance.

"Ding-dong-"

"Huh? Who is it? At this time?" Yoshiharu Koyama stood up with some confusion.

"Hello! Post! There is an expedited package sent from Tokyo. Please sign for it, Mr. Xiaoshan!" The postman's respectful and loud voice came from outside the door.

A package from Tokyo?

Yoshiharu Koyama and Takaya Koyama looked at each other and saw a hint of confusion in each other's eyes.

"We... haven't bought anything in Tokyo recently."

Yoshiharu Koyama muttered, but still walked over and opened the door.

The postman respectfully handed over a square box. When Yoshiji Koyama saw the two vigorous words "Nohara" written on the sender's column, he understood instantly.

His face unconsciously softened a little.

"Oh, it was sent by that kid Guangzhi."

He signed and took the package into the house. His movements were gentler than usual, as if he was holding some rare treasure in his hands.

There is no need to guess Yoshiharu Koyama.

It must be his future son-in-law, Mei Ya, who made him feel very confident in his family, who mailed the gift to him.

After all, Nohara Hiroshi was very polite when he was in Tokyo.

He said that gifts would be sent from time to time.

Thinking of this, Koyama Yoshiharu also smiled, with a sense of curiosity and anticipation: "So, what will be inside?"

He carefully opened the outer packaging, revealing a silver box full of technological sense, with the Panasonic logo printed on it.

Opening the box, a small and exquisite silver object with a metallic luster was lying quietly on the velvet cushion.

"What... is this?" Yoshiharu Koyama took it out and looked at it over and over again. His expression was like that of an archaeologist studying a mysterious artifact that had just been unearthed and whose age could not be determined.

"It looks... like a remote control? No, remote controls aren't that complicated." He fiddled with the buttons on it, feeling that his brain was completely unable to understand the purpose of this thing.

He couldn't even figure out the old refrigerator at home, let alone this new gadget that looked "very expensive". "I'm back".

At this moment, the door of the entrance hall was pushed open and a clear and pleasant voice was heard.

The little girl of the Oyama family, Oyama Yumesae, who attends the local high school, walked in exhausted.

However, when her gaze fell on the silver cube in her father's hand, her eyes, which always seemed lively and playful, suddenly burst into an incredible brilliance!
"A cell phone?! A Panasonic P100?!"

She almost rushed over and snatched the silver creation from her father's hand. Her white and slender fingers, like those of a piano player, operated it skillfully, her face full of amazement and love.

"Oh my God! Dad! Mom! Where did you get this? It's the latest model of mobile phone! I've only seen it in TV commercials! They say... they say it costs 400,000 yen!"

"What?! Four...four hundred thousand?!"

This number, like a thunderbolt, struck Yoshiharu Koyama and Takaya Koyama on the head!

The beer glass in Yoshiharu Koyama's hand fell onto the tatami with a clang, and a lot of cold liquid spilled out, almost all over the floor, but he was completely unaware.

"Oh! Oh! Such an expensive thing?" Xiaoshan Gaoya was so frightened that her face turned pale. She covered her chest and felt her heart skip a beat.

Four hundred thousand yen!
This amount of money is almost half a year's pension for her and her husband!
"This... this is too valuable!" Xiaoshan Gaoya was the first to react, her voice changing with anxiety: "How could Guangzhi give such a valuable gift?! No! This cannot be accepted! Fangzhi, hurry! We have to find a way to return this!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Xiaoshan Fangzhi also woke up from his dream and nodded repeatedly, "This... This is simply nonsense! We haven't even officially become relatives yet, how can we accept such an expensive gift?!"

Looking at his parents' panicked expressions, Xiaoshan Mengya smiled.

She held the cell phone in her hand like a treasure, with a hint of cunning glint in her bright eyes.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry." She advised: "Since it's sent by Brother-in-law Nohara, then you can accept it with peace of mind. You don't know, Brother-in-law is now, he is really amazing!"

She paused, and in a tone that was almost like telling a story, she described the legendary deeds of Nohara Hiroshi that she had heard from her sister Misae, adding some embellishments.

From the ratings miracle of "The Wonderful World of Tales" to the phenomenal popularity of "An Shiba-ai", to his becoming the most sought-after director at TV Tokyo at a young age...

"So, a mere 400,000 yen is nothing to my brother-in-law." Xiaoshan Mengya concluded, his tone full of admiration and respect for his future brother-in-law.

As she spoke, she happily played with the new toy in her hand. The novel touch and the futuristic design made her love it.

"Wow, that's amazing! None of my friends have bought one yet! I'm the first one to use one!"

As she fiddled with it, she suddenly realized that there were already two numbers pre-stored in the phone's address book.

【Nohara Hiroshi】

【小山美伢】

Seeing these two names, Xiaoshan Mengya pressed the dial button without any hesitation.

A novel and technologically advanced "beep-beep" sound rang out in the quiet living room.

That voice, like an invisible thread, instantly crossed the barriers of time and space, tightly connecting this quiet little town in a corner of Kyushu Island with the bustling and prosperous heart of the empire in the center of Honshu Island.

The call was connected almost immediately.

"Hello? Is that Mom?" Mei's voice, full of surprise and energy, came from the other end of the phone.

"Meiya! It's really you! It's me! Mengya!" Xiaoshan Mengya was also very happy. She held up the phone and paced back and forth in the living room like a child who had found a favorite toy. "Oh my God! This mobile phone is amazing! The sound is so clear! It's like... it's like you are right next to me!"

The two sisters chattered and shared each other's joy across hundreds of kilometers.

Xiaoshan Gaoya, who was watching from the side, finally couldn't help himself and took the "hot potato" from his little daughter.

"Hello? Is that Meiya? I'm your mother." Her voice was full of curiosity and a hint of caution.

"Mom!" Mei's voice became more cheerful.

"Hey, Meiya, tell Guangzhi that this... this phone is too expensive and we can't accept it. We have a landline at home and it's convenient to make calls. There's no need to spend this money in vain." Xiaotian Gaoya still couldn't help complaining.

"Oh, Mom, don't worry about it!" Mei Ya said coquettishly on the other end of the phone: "This is Guangzhi's thoughtful gesture! He said that it will be convenient for our two families to communicate in the future. Besides, he is a big producer now, so he doesn't need this little money!"

Listening to his daughters' intimate conversation on the phone, Yoshiji Koyama, who had been silent all this time, had his brows, which were always frowned, unknowingly relaxed.

He picked up the unfinished beer on the table and drank it all again. A smug smile that he couldn't suppress quietly appeared on his serious face.

"Hmph, come on, young people just love to spend money recklessly, it's so wasteful." He said this, but he had already started to calculate in his mind.

When he meets up with his old brothers tomorrow, he must "inadvertently" take out this precious gem and show it to those old guys in the Academic Affairs Office who always like to compete with him.

Especially the vice-principal who always likes to show off that his son works at Sony!

He seemed to have seen the other person's face twisted with jealousy, and the eyes of his colleagues filled with envy and shock.

Yoshiharu Koyama felt that his heart, which was somewhat tired from years of hard work, was completely filled with an unprecedented powerful force called vanity at this moment.

"It's great to be rich." Yoshiharu Koyama sighed.

He decided.

At the meeting tomorrow, he must put this phone in the most conspicuous place on the beer table!
This will be the most glorious moment in the life of Yoshiharu Koyama!
Thinking about his future son-in-law, Yoshiharu Koyama couldn't suppress the smile. After all, he had been reading newspapers recently and found that many newspapers said that his future son-in-law had begun to move towards producing variety shows!
Although Yoshiharu Koyama didn't understand the difference between producing TV series, producing animation, and producing variety shows.

But he knows and can be trusted by his leaders.

Then you can take on more burdens.

Can be relied upon!
Isn't it true that Hiroshi Nohara is now being entrusted with an important task, led, and relied upon by TV Tokyo?

(End of this chapter)