I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 114: Promotion from a higher level! Level Director! Independent Production Department!
Omagari City, Akita Prefecture.

When Nohara Sashi drove the brand new Toyota Land Cruiser that his brother had sent back from Tokyo, and slowly drove into the parking lot of the coffee shop that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, the entire coffee shop seemed to be paused.

Everyone's eyes, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, were focused on the oppressive steel behemoth that seemed out of place among the plain cars around it.

The car door opened, and a tall and strong-looking man in a neat Armani suit stepped out from the driver's seat.

He is none other than Nohara Sashi, who has been completely transformed under his brother's "devilish transformation".

He looked at the girl named Sakurada Ikuna who was looking at him in astonishment in the coffee shop, and his honest heart began to beat violently uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath and remembered what his brother said to him on the phone.

"Brother, be more confident. You are no longer an ordinary farmer. You are the president of a company that will soon manage hundreds of hectares of land and earn tens of millions annually. A guy who drives a junky car and gives away a few rotten roses is not worthy of competing with you."

Nohara Sashi's back straightened unconsciously.

He walked with an unprecedented steady and firm step into the small coffee shop that might determine the fate of his second half of life.

"Ms. Ikuna."

His voice was no longer stuttering or self-deprecating, but filled with the magnetic richness of a mature man: "Thanks for your care a few days ago, I would like to treat you... to dinner to express my gratitude!"

"Nohara...Sashi-kun!?"

Sakurada Ikuna stared blankly at the man in front of her, who seemed to have walked out of a fashion magazine and was full of masculine hormones.

She had always had a good impression of Nohara Sashi, and suddenly a charming blush appeared on her pretty face that always had a gentle smile, which she herself had not even noticed.

"I...I..." She nodded subconsciously.

However, at this moment, a voice full of discordant notes interrupted from the side.

"Hey! Who are you? Can't you see I'm talking to Miss Ikuna?!"

A young man wearing a floral shirt, gold-rimmed glasses, and looking greasy and powdered, was holding a bouquet of beautiful roses and standing between the two of them with a stern look on his face.

He looked up and down at Nohara Sashi with a look full of superiority, but there was something wrong with his eyes.

This guy seems to be very rich.

He also saw the brand new Toyota Cruiser outside, and his eyes twitched slightly.

This SUV is not cheap.

But he didn't want to show his weakness.

"A country bumpkin can never become a prince even if he puts on a dragon robe. Miss Yucai is not someone you can marry."

As he spoke, he handed the rose in his hand to Sakurada Ikuna, his face filled with a smug smile. "Miss Ikuna, this is the latest variety of Blue Rose that I airlifted from the Netherlands just for you. I've already reserved a table at the best French restaurant in town tonight. I wonder... if you could honor me with your presence?"

These words were full of undisguised boasting and a condescending charity.

A look of embarrassment appeared on Sakurada Ikuna's face.

Subconsciously, she turned her gaze to the silent man who had just watched everything calmly from beginning to end.

Nohara Sashi didn't say anything.

He just looked at the greasy-haired guy calmly, and in his simple eyes, there flashed a trace of cold indifference, which was infected by his brother's "kingly aura".

"You have to pretend, pretend like those big guys in the movies."

Nohara Sashi thought of his younger brother's teachings.

So he slowly took out the futuristic Panasonic P100 given to him by his brother from the inner pocket of his expensive suit.

Then, under the astonished and puzzled gazes of everyone, he pressed the dial button.

Of course he didn't actually dial.

After all, acting...

Everyone has that basic knowledge.

The key point is, how many Japanese people today really understand mobile phones?
"Hello, Hiroshi? It's me."

His voice was calm yet powerful.

"I've already made up my mind about the agricultural company. I'll do as you say. Transfer the money as soon as possible. I've already found the land and the people."

"Yeah, that's it. Hang up."

He hung up the phone decisively.

Then, he casually placed the mobile phone, a symbol of wealth and status, which was rare in the entire Akita Prefecture, on the table, making a crisp, textured sound.

He looked at the greasy-haired man who was already stunned by his actions, and a simple yet absolutely confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, I just...discussed a deal worth tens of millions."

His voice was not very loud at this moment, but it was like a blockbuster bomb, hitting the hearts of everyone present hard!
The greasy-haired guy stared blankly at the high-tech mobile phone on the table, then looked at Nohara Saji's expensive suit, and finally, his eyes fell on the oppressive steel behemoth outside the window.

His face, which was full of a sense of superiority, instantly turned from red to white, then from white to blue, and finally turned into a liver-colored color filled with horror.

He finally understood that he seemed to have... offended a big shot whom he could not afford to offend.

"Is Nohara Sashi... so powerful?!"

And Sakurada Ikuna, looking at the man in front of her who decided a deal worth tens of millions while chatting and laughing, yet still maintained his simplicity and honesty, her clear eyes were already completely filled with a kind of bright starlight called "admiration".

Without any hesitation, she gave a polite yet distant smile to the man with greasy hair and powdered face who had already lost his soul.

"Excuse me, Mr. Fujiwara. I already have...an appointment tonight."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to the man who made her heart beat faster. A touching blush appeared on that pretty face that always had a gentle smile.

"Mr. Nohara, you...you just said you wanted to treat me to a meal, right?"

Nohara Sashi looked at her eyes that were full of expectation, and at this moment, his honest heart was completely filled with an unprecedented hot torrent called happiness.

He opened his mouth wide, revealing a simple smile that was brighter than the sunshine outside the window.

"Ok!"

This simple "hmm" came from Nohara Sashi's simple throat, but it carried a heaviness and sincerity that was enough to shake the mountains.

The honest smile on that dark face was like the fullest ears of rice in Akita Prefecture in August, golden and full of the joy of harvest.

Seeing him like this, Sakurada Ikuna's heart felt like a tiny stone had been dropped into it, sending ripples of shyness and joy swirling around. She lowered her head, a charming blush blooming on her fair cheeks. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's: "Then...then we..."

"go!"

Before she could finish, Nohara Sashi had already grabbed the Panasonic P100 on the table, which symbolized wealth and status, like a bull full of action. With his other hand, he naturally took her soft little hand and strode out the door.

That posture was full of the unquestionable arrogance of a man.

Only the slicked-back man named Fujiwara was left standing there blankly like a weathered stone statue. His face, which was once full of a sense of superiority, now only contained undisguised, bottomless astonishment and humiliation.

He watched the two men's departing backs, and watched the oppressive steel behemoth let out a low roar and disappeared into the distance.

He felt his worldview shattered.

...Tokyo, the headquarters building of the television production department.

A high-level meeting concerning the future of the faction is quietly taking place in Director Nobuhiko Sakata's office.

There is a complicated atmosphere in the air, but it is still worth being happy about.

This is a big victory for TV Tokyo.

Can you be unhappy?
"27.5%..."

Nobuhiko Sakata, the head of the production department, was tapping his fingers on the ratings report on the table that was enough to drive any TV station crazy. His face, which was always smiling, was now filled with an unfathomable calm.

His eyes slowly swept over the two people sitting opposite him.

On the left is Asumi, the leader of the Kanto faction, with a smile that he can't hide.

On the right is the second-in-command of the Tokyo faction, Takada Toshihide.

His face, which always wore a gloomy look, was now forced into a smile, but the depths of his eyes were so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out. His cold eyes were fixed on the report form on the table, like a poisonous snake whose prey had been taken away.

"A brand new afternoon variety show debuted, and its ratings were even higher than our station's most popular prime-time drama." Sakata Nobuhiko's voice was quiet, but it struck everyone like a hammer, "Everyone, what are your thoughts on this matter?"

"I think this is a victory for our entire TV Tokyo team!"

Asumi was the first to speak, his voice booming and full of politically correct enthusiasm: "This proves that our TV station's innovative capabilities are still number one in Japan! It also proves that our production department, under the wise leadership of Director Sakata, has truly achieved the goal of recruiting talent regardless of background!"

His words were flawless. He praised the director and cleverly attributed the credit to the entire TV station.

Moreover.

Isn't this the excuse Takada Toshihide used to suppress himself at the time?
Take the overall situation into consideration!

We need to consider the overall interests of TV Tokyo!

Now say it yourself.

Not to mention how cool it is!
“…” The corner of Takada Shunying’s eye twitched.

"Deputy Director Asumi is right," he said, his voice dry as if it had been polished with sandpaper. "This young man, Nohara Hiroshi, is indeed... very talented. We of the Tokyo faction were wrong about him and didn't give him greater authority."

He actually took the initiative to admit his mistake.

"Huh!?" This made Ming Hai raise his eyebrows subconsciously, and his heart subconsciously became more alert.

"But..." Takada Shunei changed the subject, a barely perceptible glint of venom flashing in his icy eyes. "Talent is a double-edged sword. Used well, it can expand territory; used poorly, it might... hurt yourself."

He looked at Nobuhiko Sakata, his tone full of earnestness and consideration for the greater good:

"Director, although Nohara-kun has achieved remarkable results, he's still too young, and his style is too... radical. For one person to be in charge of three flagship programs with record-breaking ratings is unheard of in the entire history of Japanese television. I'm worried... I'm worried that the pressure will overwhelm him, and his energy will be exhausted, and that all three projects will eventually suffer irreparable problems. That would be a devastating blow to our entire station."

These words seemed to express concern for Nohara Hiroshi, but in fact, they were a most vicious conspiracy to lay a fatal trap for him.

——A person whose achievements are so great that they shock his master is like a tree that stands out in the forest.

He wanted to use this method to provoke the most sensitive string of suspicion in Nobuhiko Sakata's heart, which belonged to a superior.

However, Nobuhiko Sakata just listened with a smile, and his eyes, which were always squinting, flashed with the brilliance of an old fox.

He picked up the teacup, blew on the hot steam, and said slowly: "Takada-kun's concerns are very reasonable. Asumi-kun, what do you think?"

"I think Deputy Director Takada's concerns are unnecessary."

Asumi's face still wore that calm, warm smile. "Hiroshi-kun's abilities are obvious to all. Furthermore, he has already delegated full production of the second season of 'Wonderful Stories of the World' and 'Anshiba' to Sato Kenji, Yamamoto Takeshi, and Tanaka Kei. Right now, he's simply taking charge of the overall situation. I believe, with his energy, he can handle it perfectly."

"Really?" Takada Shunei sneered, his voice filled with disdain. "To hand over such an important project to a bunch of... defeated troops? Asumi-kun, you're really generous."

"Defeated?" Asumi's smile remained unchanged, but a hint of cold sharpness flashed in his elegant eyes. "Deputy Director Takada, don't forget who it was that forced Tanaka Kei and the others into defeat. And who was it that, after owning the ace IP "Anzhiju", failed to even make a decent splash?"

These words were like an invisible slap in the face, hitting Takada Toshihide hard, causing a burning pain.

"You--!" Takada Toshihide didn't expect that the other party actually wanted to overturn the table.

This happened in front of Director Sakata!
This is neon!
We must fight without breaking up and without tearing each other apart!

"All right!"

In this tense atmosphere, Nobuhiko Sakata finally put down the teacup in his hand, and a voice instantly calmed the situation.

All the smiles on his face, which was always smiling, had disappeared, and in its place was a kind of majesty that belonged to someone in absolute power and could not be questioned.

"It's already this late, and you're still engaging in these shameful internal struggles!"

He looked around at the two of them, his narrowed eyes gleaming with icy light. "Those guys from Osaka and Kansai TV have practically broken down the door to our production department! They've even offered triple the salary to poach our employees! You two, my right-hand men, aren't focusing on how to stand united against external forces and stabilize morale? Instead, you're still here, scheming against each other for such petty gains! Do you...want me, the director, to become a laughing stock in the entire Japanese television industry?!"

These words were so powerful that they were like a basin of cold water poured over their heads, completely extinguishing the flames of factional strife in the two men's hearts.

"Director, I..." Takada Toshihide wanted to explain something.

"Um!?"

But when Director Sakata looked at him, his heart suddenly turned cold.

Now... he has become the one who is taken sides!

"I……"

So Takada lowered his head in horror, like a child who had done something wrong.

Can bend and stretch!

"Hmph." Sakata Nobuhiko snorted coldly, and his chubby face regained its smiling look, as if the thunderous rage just now was just an illusion of everyone.

He looked at the two of them and slowly dropped a bombshell that was enough to shock the entire office.

"Regarding Nohara Hiroshi-kun's position, I have already discussed it with the board of directors."

He paused, enjoying the looks of shock and confusion from the two men.

"The board of directors unanimously decided that, in light of Mr. Nohara Hiroshi's outstanding and irreplaceable contributions to the three projects, 'World of Wonderful Stories,' 'Anshiji Residence,' and 'Super Transformation'..."

"Starting next month, he will be officially promoted from Level 4 Director to—"

Nobuhiko Sakata's voice, like the final sound of a bell, reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Level 3 Director. And Director of the newly established [Nohara Hiroshi Independent Production Department]!"

"boom--!"

This decision, like a real atomic bomb, exploded in the minds of Asumi and Takada Toshihide!

Level 3 director!

Independent Production Department, Minister!

This is no longer a simple exceptional promotion!
This is... a quick climb to the top!
You know, in the strict hierarchy of Tokyo TV, from a level four director to a level three director, that is an insurmountable chasm that is enough to make countless people waste years of time, gritting their teeth and sweating profusely!
Ordinary people, without ten or eight years of experience and a few outstanding works, dare not even think about it!
And that young man, he... he has only been at the TV station for less than a year!
And what is the independent production department?
This is the treatment enjoyed by second-level directors. They can be fully responsible for the various planned programs they produce, set up classrooms within their own production departments, arrange staff, and even have partial financial and personnel rights!

"Chief! This... this is against the rules!" Takada Shunying was the first to react. He stood up suddenly, his gloomy face full of disbelief.

You know, now some of his second-level directors don’t even have the treatment of an independent production department!
Now it is given directly to Hiroshi Nohara.

A young man who has only been working for less than half a year!?
Even though he has been promoted to the level of director now, he is actually only a third-level director, a young director!
(End of this chapter)