I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 125 Misae's Office Coercion! Hiroshi the Devil!
Omagari City, Akita Prefecture.

When the brand new Toyota Land Cruiser, like a steel behemoth covered in urban dust, slowly drove into the simple courtyard of the Nohara family, the dust it raised seemed to carry a hint of anxiety that did not belong to this land.

The car door was slammed shut roughly with a bang, and Nohara Ginnosuke jumped out of the car with a dark face, like a moving angry King Kong.

He didn't even bother to say hello to his eldest son who had parked the car behind him, and rushed straight into the old Japanese-style house that was full of traces of time.

"That's unreasonable!"

He opened the refrigerator door, took out a can of ice-cold Asahi beer, opened the pull ring with a "click", tilted his head back and drank most of it. The cold liquid slid down his throat, but it did not extinguish the nameless fire in his heart.

Nohara Sashi parked the car, carrying a few boxes of snacks bought from a convenience store in the city, with the same look of helplessness and frustration on his face.

He placed the plastic box of edamame and fried chicken nuggets on the low table in front of his father, then folded his arms and leaned against the door frame. His dark face was flushed with anger.

"Hey, what happened to you two?"

Nohara Tsuru, the mainstay of the Nohara family, was walking out of the kitchen carrying a plate of sliced ​​chilled watermelon.

She looked at her two men, one big and one small, who looked as if they had been betrayed by the whole world. A hint of confusion appeared on her face that always had a gentle smile.

"Aren't you going to the city to attend that... audition, to give Ikuna a surprise? Why didn't Ikuna come back with you guys? Instead, you all have sullen faces?"

Her words were like a needle, accurately piercing Nohara Sashi's already fragile heart.

His dark face instantly turned purple, his neck stiffened, and he couldn't utter a word.

When Nohara Tsuru saw her eldest son's reaction, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. Her mother's heart instantly rose to her throat: "Xizhi, you...you didn't have a fight with Ikuna, did you?"

"No!" Nohara Sashi almost yelled, then realized his own mistake and quickly lowered his voice, which was full of grievance. "I... I didn't pick her up today at all."

After he finished speaking, he looked towards the culprit who was drinking alone, asking for help: "Mom, don't ask me, ask Dad! Ask him what good things he did outside today!"

"Hmm?" Nohara Tsuru's gaze, like two gentle yet penetrating searchlights, fell on her husband.

After all, Nohara Tsuru knew that his wife had designed a farmer's idea to participate in the competition.

It doesn't matter even if the results of the competition are not good.

After all, it's just an audition.

For happiness.

"Ah...that...that..." Nohara Ginnosuke felt a little guilty when he was looked at, but his heart full of self-esteem as an "artist" would not allow him to bow his head.

He slammed the jug of wine down on the table, raised his neck, and said in a voice filled with indignation and grief at being underappreciated: "Humph! Those guys don't know what they're talking about! They don't understand what art is! What avant-garde is! What expressionism is!"

"I told them that young people today are too conservative! Not open-minded at all! Not humorous at all! We in Japan should learn from our great ally, the United States! Learn from their free and unrestrained spirit! Only then can our country truly become strong!"

This impassioned speech filled with grand narratives completely stunned Nohara Tsuru.

She blinked her clear eyes and cautiously asked, "So... you auditioned for 'Super Mutant' today and lost?"

“Even though they lost, it’s because they don’t know the value of things! They don’t understand art.”

As soon as this was mentioned, Nohara Ginnosuke instantly perked up. All the resentment on his old face had faded away, replaced by a childish show-off and excitement.

This was also his deliberate attempt to change the subject.

"Ahe, you didn't see it! That scene was simply amazing!" He gestured with his hands and feet, his small eyes gleaming with an inexperienced light: "There were huge crowds of people! The gongs and drums were roaring! It was even more lively than our festivals! Let me tell you, the young people in Daqu City nowadays are really amazing! Their creativity, wow, it's really... really..."

He racked his brains for a long time and finally learned a fashionable word from his promising youngest son.

“It’s… absolutely amazing!”

He described with great enthusiasm the comical performances at the audition site that were full of fantastic ideas, from office workers who used their bodies to imitate the "Shinkansen entering the station" to housewives who played a "symphony" with pots and pans. His heartfelt admiration and love were beyond words.

Nohara Tsuru's face was filled with longing after hearing this. His gentle eyes were filled with curiosity about city life. "Oh, now that you mention it, it seems really interesting. Sashi, next time, can you take Mom to the city to have a look? I want to see it too."

"Yeah!" Nohara Sashi nodded heavily, and a trace of guilt towards his mother appeared on his dark face.

Only then did he remember that he seemed to... really had never taken his mother to the city for fun.

"I want to go next time too!" Nohara Ginnosuke came up again immediately after hearing this. He puffed out his chest proudly, his thick eyebrows moving up and down. "By then, I'll be a celebrity! Maybe when I walk on the street, people will ask me for my autograph!"

"Dad! Let's get down to business!" Nohara Sashi's old face turned purple again. He felt that his whole day's face was almost ruined by his unreliable father.

"Business? What business?" Nohara Ginnosuke looked confused.

Then he knew that he couldn't hide it anymore.

Then, as if remembering something, he slapped his thigh suddenly, and an expression of grievance that his artistic attainments had been misunderstood appeared on his old face.

"Isn't it just... isn't it just a performance of the masculine elephant dance that has been passed down from our Nohara family for generations?!"

"..."

The entire Japanese-style room seemed to have been muted.

The smile on Nohara Tsuru's face froze instantly.

She slowly, slowly turned her head and looked at Nohara Ginnosuke. All the expressions on that face that always had a gentle smile had disappeared, leaving only a deep gloom, like dark clouds covering a city before a storm.

The air was filled with a suffocating and terrifying atmosphere called "murderous intent".

Nohara Sashi subconsciously shrank his neck, silently picked up the watermelon in front of him, slipped into the kitchen, and pretended that he heard nothing.

However, Nohara Ginnosuke, who was still immersed in his own "art world", was completely unaware of the approaching danger.

"I told them, this is the symbol of strength and courage for the men of our Nohara family! It's full of vitality..."

'Snapped! '

Before he could finish his lustful words filled with pink fantasies, an iron fist full of anger belonging to a housewife, with the sound of wind, hit the back of his head heavily!
Then, the two hands grabbed his temples like a pair of ruthless iron clamps, and began to ravage him back and forth madly in a rhythmic manner!
"Ouch! Ouch! Ah He! It hurts! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Let go!"

"You disrespectful old man! You actually... you actually performed such a vulgar act in front of so many people?! You... you have brought shame upon our Nohara family!"

Nohara Tsuru's voice was trembling with shame and indignation, and those eyes that were always as gentle as water were now burning with a karmic fire that was enough to burn everything.

The shrill screams, mixed with the woman's roar filled with suppressed anger, once again echoed in the quiet afternoon of Omagari City, Akita Prefecture.

In the kitchen, Nohara Sashi was silently chewing a watermelon, listening to the familiar "symphony" in the living room. An expression of helplessness and uncertainty appeared on his dark face.

He knew that the real reason why he couldn't bring Yucai home today was not because of the competitor driving the car.

It was because he really... really didn't have the courage to let that beautiful, angelic girl see how crazy her father was.

Especially that shameful performance!

"Ugh……"

Nohara Sashi sighed.

……

【Nohara Hiroshi·Independent Production Department】

Minister's Office.

Hiroshi Nohara is sitting behind a huge desk, with manuscripts piled up in front of him like a mountain. Each sheet is like a world, waiting for him to give it soul with his pen.

The complete storyboards for the first ten episodes of "Doraemon" lie quietly on the left hand side.

The smooth lines and the childlike style of painting seem to be able to penetrate the paper and bring people back to that carefree childhood summer, full of infinite imagination about the future.

On the right side are the first five chapters of the "Midnight Diner" manga.

There are no earth-shattering waves in it, but it is filled with a lonely yet warm atmosphere that belongs to the city's night goers.

Each story is like a cup of warm sake, enough to comfort any tired soul.

The pager lay quietly beside it, flashing a message from Akita Prefecture.

He simply smiled helplessly at his father, Ginnosuke Nohara, who also went to participate in the auditions, and didn't interfere much. He knew that the purest joy, which came from ordinary people, was the very soul of the show "Super Transformation".

As for his sister-in-law Yume Koyama being "accidentally" eliminated in the Kumamoto Prefecture finals, it was completely under his control.

The entertainment industry, which is full of glamour and temptation, is actually a dark forest that devours innocence. It is an absolute forbidden zone that he has set for his family.

His wings are enough to protect them for a lifetime without worries, without having to go to that Shura field and be contaminated by dirty dust.

……

"The painting is done."

When the last stroke was made, Nohara Hiroshi let out a long breath.

He stood up, sorted out the two drawings that were enough to create a huge wave in the comics world again, put them in his briefcase, and then walked out of this kingdom of God that belonged to him.

Future Comics Club.

This small office building located near Tokyo TV has now been completely renovated.

In the public studio on the first floor, seven or eight young girls were sitting upright, either checking financial statements or organizing personnel files. Each of them was wearing a well-fitting professional suit, with a solemn expression on their faces as if they had been entrusted with an important task.

Seeing Nohara Hiroshi appear, they stood up from their seats almost at the same time and bowed deeply to him.

"Hello, Minister Nohara~!"

The voice was clear and pleasant, filled with awe and worship from the heart.

They knew that this extremely young man in front of them was not only the lover of their president, but also the legendary figure who had single-handedly shaken up the entire Japanese television industry.

"okay."

Nohara Hiroshi smiled and nodded, then handed the drawings to one of the most capable-looking girls. "Scan these and file them, then inform President Misae that I'm here."

"Hi!"

Not long after, the door of the president's office on the second floor was pushed open.

A beautiful figure walked out.

Misae Koyama was wearing a well-tailored beige Chanel business suit, her long, smooth hair was neatly tied behind her head, and her pretty face had a bit of cuteness.

There is also a sense of confidence of a workplace elite between his eyebrows.

She was no longer the girl who needed to be protected, but the only queen of this newborn kingdom!
This was something Nohara Hiroshi had never seen before.

Ok.

Hiroshi Nohara is ready to make a move.

Misae walked in front of Hiroshi Nohara, and all the ice in her big obsidian eyes melted instantly, leaving only the purest attachment and tenderness for her lover.

"You're here."

She naturally took his arm and led him into the president's office, which was equally spacious and bright.

"How about it? Am I qualified as the president?" Mei Ya turned around playfully, her posture like a little queen who was eager to show the results of her governance to the king.

"Very qualified." Nohara Hiroshi smiled and held her in his arms, gently kissing her smooth forehead: "My Meiya, you are born to do great things."

"Hey, let's talk business first!" Meiya also began to report on her recent work in his arms:

"At Shueisha, Mr. Tadokoro is treating us like gods of wealth. He said that Editor-in-Chief Torishima has given a strict order: any manuscript produced by our 'Future Manga Club' will be exempt from review and will be directly featured in the best recommendation slot in 'Jump'! He also said that as long as the quality of 'Doraemon' can be maintained, the collected volume will be released immediately next month, and the royalties... will be the highest level of special-grade author fees in the industry!"

"Yeah, that's expected." Nohara Hiroshi just nodded calmly.

Now his identity is no longer ordinary.

Maybe later...

Shueisha still needs to cooperate with him!

"besides……"

Meiya talked a lot about the future progress of the comics club.

Then her tone suddenly dropped a bit, and a layer of loss clouded her beautiful big eyes. "That girl, Yumene, called me yesterday and cried for a long time. She said she felt like she performed very well, but why was she still eliminated from the finals? She...she seemed to really like being on stage."

Nohara Hiroshi was silent for a moment. He held up Misae's little face, his clear eyes becoming more serious.

"Meiya, what do you think the entertainment industry is like?"

"Huh?" Meiya was stunned.

"Over there, there is a battlefield without the smoke of gunpowder, a Shura field built with fame, wealth, and desire."

Nohara Hiroshi's voice was calm, yet chillingly cold. "A girl from a small town with no background, relying on her looks and innocence to get in, what do you think awaits her?"

"There are countless unspoken rules, omnipresent calculations, and those wolves in human skin, casting gazes filled with greed and desire at her. I don't want Yume to experience that. I'd rather she just be an ordinary, happy girl her whole life."

These words were like a basin of cold water poured over Meiya's head, completely wiping out all the unrealistic fantasies in her heart.

She stared at Nohara Hiroshi blankly, a look of fear appearing in her big watery eyes.

"I...I understand." She buried her little face in his chest, her voice trembling with fear.

If Meng Ya really stepped into it...

How is it different from falling into a swamp?!

After all, there are also rumors about artists in Japan, and even some cruel endings have been revealed about some female artists.

Now that Mei Ya thought about it, she felt that behind the seemingly glamorous artists there was indeed something extremely dirty.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Nohara Hiroshi patted her back gently, as if comforting a frightened kitten.

He looked down at the girl in his arms who was wearing a professional suit but still looked cute and adorable. Suddenly, a flame of aggressiveness ignited in her calm eyes.

"Speaking of which, President Meisai." His voice lowered a few notches, with a hint of magnetic hoarseness: "As an investor, now that I've inspected my territory, shouldn't I... also receive a small reward?"

"Ah! You...you are not serious again!" Mei Ya's face turned red. She wanted to break free from his arms, but was firmly held by a pair of big hands like iron clamps.

"This is... this is the office..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, full of shy protest.

"I know." Nohara Hiroshi's mouth curled up in a domineering arc: "So, it's more interesting, isn't it?"

And Nohara Hiroshi's tone was slightly paused: "Mi-chan."

Misae didn't expect Nohara Hiroshi to call her name. She couldn't help but blush and collapsed in Nohara Hiroshi's arms, her voice trembling: "Wha... what?"

Nohara Hiroshi's face showed a devilish expression. He stepped forward and whispered into Misae's ear, which was already red with shyness. "You don't want to lose your job as president, do you?"

Misae was trembling all over, biting her lower lip and looking at Nohara Hiroshi.

Finally, I closed my eyes.

A slight 'hmm' sound.

This charming look immediately made Nohara Hiroshi more unbearable. He picked her up and carried her sideways, striding towards the president's desk, which was large enough to accommodate any wild imagination.

Outside the window is the breathtakingly prosperous cityscape of Tokyo.

Inside the window, there is a war between the king and the empress, a war full of conquest and fall.

He wants to keep this empire he created with his own hands firmly in his own hands, from business to emotions.

After all, Hiroshi Nohara made some deliberate arrangements when he first started designing the president's office.

The president's office is close to everyone's office area.

But it’s so far away!
The plan goes through!
(End of this chapter)