I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 141 The Madness Before the Bubble Economy! Hiroshi Returns to Tokyo and Starts Work~
At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, Hiroshi Nohara, refreshed, opened his eyes from the rustic tatami mat.

He glanced at the sleeping beauty beside him, who was still asleep with a sweet smile on her lips, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

After last night's fierce storm, Hiroshi Nohara finally managed to turn the tide.

Although I still have some back pain.

But Hiroshi Nohara still tucked the blanket around Misae, then quietly got dressed and left the room.

I went to the toilet to wash up first.

"call--"

Hiroshi Nohara rubbed his back and opened the sliding door. Looking at the carefully arranged flowers and plants in the courtyard, the morning air carried a refreshing coolness. Taking a deep breath, it felt as if he could wash away all the stale air in his lungs.

This made Hiroshi Nohara even more satisfied.

He also saw his older brother, Nohara Sashi, who was busy in their vegetable garden like a tireless old ox.

Even his imposing figure cast a long, powerful shadow in the morning light.

When he saw his younger brother come out, he grinned and gave a simple, honest smile.

"woke up?"

"Hmm." Hiroshi Nohara nodded with a smile. He walked to his older brother's side, looking at the thriving tomatoes covered with glistening dewdrops. A hint of nostalgia flashed in his clear eyes.

"Big brother, do you remember when we were little?" Hiroshi Nohara laughed. "Back then, you always liked to carry me on your back and take me to the woods to raid bird nests and to catch fish in the stream. Every time Dad found out, you were the one who took the beating for me."

These heartwarming memories brought a warm smile to Nohara Sashi's dark face.

"Of course I remember." He scratched the back of his head, his voice carrying the pride of an elder brother: "I'm the older brother, isn't it my duty to protect my younger brother?"

"Yes, you're the eldest brother."

Hiroshi Nohara looked at him, a hint of a smile flashing in his calm eyes: "So, big brother, you'll be even busier from now on."

He paused, and under Nohara Saji's questioning gaze, he revealed the plan he had been brewing for a long time: "Big brother, the Akita dog breeding center matter still needs to be handled by you."

"I will give you a proposal before I return to Tokyo. You can then follow the procedures outlined in the proposal."

"There's no need to rush. Just raise about 10,000 Akita dogs with shiny coats before the New Year this year."

Hiroshi Nohara stroked his chin as he spoke: "By the way, when choosing the Akita Inu's appearance, just choose according to the sketches I will draw for you later. What is a superior Akita Inu, what is a high-quality Akita Inu, what is a medium-quality Akita Inu, and what is a top-quality Akita Inu? Just define them according to us."

Hiroshi Nohara laughed as he spoke: "Actually, all we want is for our Nohara Akita Inu Co., Ltd. to become the standard and authority for Akita Inu canine rating."

"I understand." Although Nohara Saji still didn't understand, he nodded when he saw how serious his younger brother, Nohara Hiroshi, was.

From the beginning until now, Nohara Sashi has also discovered that as long as he follows the arrangements made by his younger brother, Nohara Hiroshi, he can succeed.

Then you've never suffered a loss!

This fostered Nohara Sashi's boundless trust in his younger brother, Nohara Hiroshi.

Seeing that Nohara Sashi trusted him so much, Nohara Hiroshi smiled, squatted down and chatted with his older brother Nohara Sashi about old times, while eating the tomatoes and cucumbers they had just picked that morning. The two brothers were very friendly and relaxed.

……

Holiday time flies by in the blink of an eye.

On Saturday afternoon, the Nohara family's old house was filled with a complex atmosphere of reluctance and farewell.

After this meal, Hiroshi Nohara will be taking Misae back to Tokyo.

The dining table was laden with a sumptuous spread of rustic dishes prepared by Nohara Tsuru herself.

The plump carp, freshly caught from the field, was simmered in the most traditional soy sauce and mirin until the bones were tender and the meat was soft, with an irresistible aroma.

That salad, made with the freshest tomatoes and cucumbers from their own garden, was a vibrant mix of red and green, refreshing and appetizing.

And there was that pot of miso soup, simmered with large pieces of pork bones and white radish. The soup was milky white and so delicious that you could swallow your tongue.

"Come on, everyone! Stop standing there! Let's eat! Let's eat!"

Ginnosuke Nohara was already flushed from drinking. He raised his sake cup high, his face beaming with immense pride: "Today! It's a big day for the Nohara family! To celebrate that my son Hiroshi has finally found such a wonderful wife! And to send off my son Hiroshi, that... well, not bad rascal, as he returns to Tokyo in triumph! Cheers!"

"cheers!"

For a time, the small Japanese-style room was filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter.

Nohara Saji's dark face held a hint of innocent shyness as he occasionally stole glances at Sakurada Ikuna, who was eating her meal in small bites with rosy cheeks. The tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Sakurada Ikuna, on the other hand, looked like a happy little quail, bowing her head and feeling the unreserved warmth and kindness from her future in-laws, her face becoming increasingly rosy.

"Hiroshi, you'd better do a good job when you go back this time."

After a few rounds of drinks, Nohara Ginnosuke finally couldn't hold back any longer. Adopting the air of a father, he spoke earnestly to his youngest son, whom he both admired and envied, in a tone of someone who had been through it all: "Tokyo is not like our countryside; people there are far more complicated. Don't be fooled! And don't always think about those fancy things. Being down-to-earth is the Nohara family motto! Understand?!"

"Understood, Father." Hiroshi Nohara replied with a smile, and casually refilled his father's already empty wine glass.

He knew his father was proud of him.

"And you, Misae-chan." Nohara Ginnosuke then turned his gaze to his future daughter-in-law, who was sitting obediently to the side, smiling sweetly. Her bright, darting eyes gleamed with the shrewdness of an old fox. "Hiroshi, that kid, has never given us a moment's peace. From now on in Tokyo, you'll be counting on you to keep an eye on him! If he dares to flirt around outside, don't hesitate to call me right away! I'll break his legs!"

"Dad!" Hiroshi Nohara was both amused and exasperated.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on Hiroshi-kun." Misae covered her mouth, laughing so hard she was shaking. Her beautiful big eyes even made a cute face at Hiroshi Nohara, as if to say, "You're dead if you dare to mess around."

"You old lecher! What nonsense are you spouting now!"

Nohara Tsuru finally couldn't resist, a hint of reproach appearing on her face. She reached out and pinched the soft flesh on the restless old man's waist, not too hard, not too soft.

"Ouch!"

Nohara Ginnosuke let out an exaggerated scream, and his comical appearance once again drew laughter from the entire room.

The sorrow of parting quietly faded away amidst the warm and joyful laughter.

After the meal, as the black Toyota Crown Majesta slowly drove out of the rustic dirt road, Nohara Saji and Sakurada Ikuna were already standing at the gate of the courtyard, waving and reluctant to leave.

Ginnosuke Nohara, on the other hand, acted like a child, running behind the car and shouting at the top of his lungs, "You brat! Remember to come home often! And next time you come back, remember to bring me the latest... photobook from Tokyo!"

"You shameless old bastard! Get back here!"

Nohara Tsuru's roar, filled with helplessness and embarrassment, accompanied by a chaotic chase, gradually disappeared into the vast, boundless green rice paddies.

Inside the car, Misae looked at the increasingly smaller figure in the rearview mirror, and a layer of moist mist welled up in her always bright eyes.

"Hiroshi-kun, Uncle and Aunt... they are so kind." She murmured softly, her voice carrying a hint of longing for home that she herself was unaware of.

"Alright." Hiroshi Nohara freed one hand and gently took her soft, boneless little hand in his, his voice gentle: "When we have the chance, we'll go to Kumamoto Prefecture to visit your mom and dad, okay?"

"Yes!" Misae nodded emphatically, a happy smile blooming on her pretty face.

She also remembered what Nohara Tsuru had said to her before she left, holding her hand and speaking to her in a solemn tone that was almost like entrusting her with a responsibility.

"Miya, after the New Year, we'll officially go to Kumamoto to visit your parents. You young people can't put off your wedding any longer."

Thinking of this, Misae's cheeks flushed red again.

……

The six-hour drive was long, but it was also filled with anticipation of returning home.

When that familiar, futuristic Tokyo skyline reappeared on the horizon, Misae's heart, which had been somewhat melancholic due to the sorrow of parting, was instantly ignited by a wondrous aura of vitality and hope belonging to the metropolis.

"Wow! Hiroshi-kun! Look! Look!"

Like a child visiting the city for the first time, she pointed out the window at the skyscrapers that had just risen from the ground, gleaming with a cold yet captivating luster in the afterglow of the setting sun, her beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement.

Along both sides of the road, a group of real estate salespeople dressed in sharp suits and wearing name tags on their chests, like the most dedicated worker ants, vigorously waved their promotional signs at the passing vehicles.

On it, printed in the most eye-catching font, were promotional slogans that would suffocate any ordinary wage earner.

[A brand new masterpiece in Hong Kong! 'Sky City' luxury apartments! Luxurious single-level residences, ready for your viewing!]

A symbol of status! A palace of wealth! Starting from just 1.4 million yen per square meter!

"One, four hundred thousand... yen?!"

Misae stared at the number, instinctively covering her mouth. Her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief and shock: "My God! One million four hundred thousand per square meter?! That...that if I bought a 100-square-meter apartment, wouldn't that...wouldn't that cost over one hundred million?!"

She counted on her slender fingers for a long time, but was ultimately defeated by that astronomical number.

“Tokyo… Tokyo’s new housing prices are terrifying now?” she murmured to herself, her voice filled with awe.

But then, that awe was replaced by a stronger longing that belonged to a young girl: "But... the people who live here must be really amazing, right? Being able to look at the whole of Tokyo from such a high place every day, it feels... it feels like living in the clouds."

"fool."

Looking at her adorable appearance, full of innocent fantasies, Hiroshi Nohara couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

He knew that those who seemed to live in the clouds might be standing on the edge of that towering building, and could be blown to pieces by a gust of wind called "bubble" at any moment.

“Miya, remember what I said.” His voice turned serious again, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, which always held a hint of a smile: “In the past two years, no matter how high Tokyo’s housing prices have been driven up, no matter how much those real estate agents have touted the properties, we will absolutely not touch them.”

"Why?" Misae's simple little head was once again filled with countless question marks.

"There's no reason why." Hiroshi Nohara didn't explain much; he simply ruffled her hair with an undeniable gentleness: "Trust me, you won't go wrong."

He couldn't very well tell her that in less than a year, that seemingly indestructible "sky city" would become a deserted "ghost town in the sky," could he?

He couldn't very well tell her that those "elites" who were currently going crazy for a house would soon become a group of miserable "mortgage slaves" burdened with tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of negative assets, could he?

That would be alright.

The bursting of the economic bubble led to an economic crisis, and many seemingly glamorous elites chose to jump off buildings.

He didn't want her to experience the pain of the times.

He only wanted her to remain carefree forever, a woman whose only responsibility was to be a beautiful lady.

"Hoo—" Hiroshi Nohara let out a heavy sigh.

Outside the car window, the city's neon lights gradually lit up, like pairs of eyes filled with greed and desire, coldly watching this extravagant world about to stage its final frenzy.

As Hiroshi Nohara watched all this, his already anxious heart became even more taut, like a fully drawn bowstring.

'No, it's still too slow.'

His hands gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly without him realizing it.

'It must...it must be faster.'

"I must accumulate enough capital before the bubble bursts completely—enough to allow me and my family to weather this unprecedented economic winter."

"Besides, with such a lucrative opportunity during an economic crisis, rather than letting others benefit, I'd rather have a good taste of it myself!"

……

When the black Toyota Crown Majesta finally drove into the familiar apartment building, the night was already deep.

Hiroshi Nohara and Misae dragged two heavy suitcases filled with local specialties and their parents' heartfelt love as they entered the small apartment that held so many sweet memories for the two of them.

The fatigue from the long journey overwhelmed them instantly, like a tidal wave.

They were too lazy to cook, so they just took out two packs of the simplest tonkotsu ramen from the refrigerator, soaked them in boiling water, and slurped them down with a few pickled radishes they had brought from their hometown, thus finishing a simple dinner.

They were both really exhausted.

After eating their fill and quickly washing up, Hiroshi Nohara didn't even turn on the TV before pulling the sleepy woman, who was already too tired to keep her eyes open, into the bedroom and they fell fast asleep.

The night passed without incident; only the ever-sleepless city outside the window silently recounted its prosperity and solitude.

And the final madness.

"Mmm! That feels good!"

When Hiroshi Nohara opened his eyes again, it was Sunday morning.

Sunlight streamed through the off-white curtains, gently illuminating the messy bed and outlining the two intertwined young bodies, creating a captivating silhouette brimming with youthful hormones.

Hiroshi Nohara moved his slightly numb arm and looked at the little woman who was sleeping soundly, clinging to him like an octopus. A helpless yet doting smile appeared on his handsome face.

He didn't get up immediately, but quietly enjoyed the languid tranquility that belonged only to a weekend morning.

They didn't go anywhere this weekend.

They were just like two hibernating hamsters, lazily nestled in their small but cozy apartment.

We watched boring variety shows together, cleaned the room together, snuggled on the sofa, shared the same bucket of popcorn, and watched outdated old movies rented from a video store.

There was no work, no social obligations, and no backstabbing or scheming in the social world.

Only the purest, sweet daily life belonging to just the two of them.

It wasn't until Monday morning, when the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds again, that lazy feeling unique to the weekend was finally shattered by a sudden, urgent phone call.

"Hello, it's me, Hiroshi Nohara. Yes, I'll be going to work today."

Hiroshi Nohara's voice had long lost any trace of holiday languor, replaced by the decisive and efficient manner of a decision-maker.

"Okay, I understand. Have Director Tanaka, Director Yamamoto, and Director Hashimoto come to my office for a meeting at 9:30 sharp."

Hiroshi Nohara hung up the phone, turned around, and looked at the sleepy little woman helping him tie his tie. A gentle smile returned to his face.

"Sorry, Misae. This holiday is officially over, isn't it?"

"Mmm." Misae nodded obediently. She tiptoed and gently planted a loving good morning kiss on his smooth chin, saying sweetly, "Be energetic today too!"

"Of course." Hiroshi Nohara also pinned Misae against the wall, gave her a French kiss, and then released her warm, red lips that still had strands of silk on them.

Considering the time constraints, he forced himself to remain silent and left the apartment. He drove towards Tokyo TV.

Soon, we arrived at the huge underground parking lot of TV Tokyo.

Morning light streamed through the ventilation grilles, cutting dappled stripes of light across the cold concrete floor, carrying a chilling atmosphere.

When Hiroshi Nohara got out of the driver's seat and casually locked the car door, the crisp "beep" sound was like a silent command.

Not far away, several assistant directors who were gathered together smoking and complaining about how hard they worked editing the film the night before almost instinctively stubbed out their cigarettes when they saw that figure, straightened their bodies like javelins, and bowed deeply in that direction.

They greeted him loudly with utmost respect: "Good morning, Minister Nohara!"

"Hmm." Hiroshi Nohara simply glanced at them calmly, a perfectly gentle smile curving his lips as he nodded slightly in return.

He didn't stop.

The high-end handmade leather shoes made a crisp and rhythmic "clack-clack" sound as they stepped on the smooth terrazzo floor, like a battle song announcing the return of a king, echoing in the empty parking lot.

Wherever he went, whether it was a young employee taking a briefcase out of his car or a seasoned producer talking and laughing loudly with his companions, without exception, they would instantly restrain all their expressions, stop all their actions, and respectfully step aside to give that figure a standard bow.

"Good morning, Minister Nohara!"

"Good morning, Minister!"

Good morning, Captain Nohara!

Greetings filled with awe and reverence rose and fell.

Hiroshi Nohara's face always wore that signature calm and composed expression.

He would occasionally nod slightly to those who greeted him, his demeanor like that of a young king surveying his domain—elegant yet exuding absolute majesty.

When he stepped into the elevator reserved for the production bureau's top executives, the elevator operator, who was usually arrogant and only gave polite nods to second-tier directors, instantly flashed a cloyingly sweet and obsequious smile when she saw him.

"Captain Nohara, it's been a long time! You look just as handsome as ever today!"

"Good morning." Hiroshi Nohara simply smiled calmly.

The elevator doors closed silently, shutting out all the noise and adoration from the outside world from that small metal space.

His handsome yet calm face was reflected in the gleaming mirror on the elevator wall.

In those clear eyes, there was no pride or arrogance arising from being treated like a star; only a calm stillness, like the deep sea, without the slightest ripple.

He knew that all of this was just an illusion.

In this world where ratings speak for themselves, people worship not the person himself, but the myths he created that were enough to overturn the rules of the times.

What he has to do is to keep creating new myths!
……

"Ding--"

The elevator door opens.

The brand-new nameplate, carved from top-grade beech wood, bearing the inscription "[Hiroshi Nohara - Independent Production Department]", gleamed with a calm and understated luster under the corridor lights.

Hiroshi Nohara went inside.

The spacious and bright open-plan office area was bustling with people, with every seat filled.

The young interns, like a swarm of curious worker ants, moved between the various workstations, their faces beaming with excitement and pride at being able to join this legendary "department of gods."

The experienced employees were all focused, either typing rapidly on their keyboards or discussing the details of a creative idea on the whiteboard.

The entire department operates like a wound-up precision machine, running with astonishing efficiency and precision.

Even in the morning, people are already busy with their work.

"Good morning, Minister!"

"minister!"

When Hiroshi Nohara appeared at the door, the entire department seemed to be put on pause.

Everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing, stood up, and bowed respectfully in that direction.

Those greetings, filled with heartfelt admiration, formed a torrent that could move anyone.

Hiroshi Nohara smiled and nodded, his gaze sweeping over the energetic young faces, a sense of satisfaction as the creator welling up within him.

This is the kingdom he built single-handedly.

"Minister, you're back!"

A clear, delighted sound rang out, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, and Kitagawa Yao, like a happy little butterfly, flew over from her workstation.

She held a cup of freshly ground, steaming hot premium Blue Mountain coffee in her hand, and her pretty face, which always exuded a bit of energy, was now filled with the joy of meeting her idol.

“I’ve always remembered your taste. No sugar, no milk, it’s this purest bitterness that inspires your divine inspiration, right?”

She carefully placed the coffee cup in Hiroshi Nohara's spacious and bright private office. Her big, bright eyes, like two of the most dazzling stars, stared at him without blinking, filled with undisguised adoration.

"Thank you for your hard work, Kitagawa." Hiroshi Nohara smiled as he accepted the coffee and sat down in the leather chair that symbolized his ministerial status.

He glanced at the bustling scene outside and asked with a smile, "It seems like there are quite a few new faces in the department lately."

"Hehe, of course!"

A look of pride appeared on Kitagawa Yao's face. Like a little squirrel showing off its treasure, she lowered her voice and reported mysteriously, "Minister, you have no idea how famous you are outside now!"

"Last month, our HR department just let out a little bit of news, saying that our department was planning to recruit interns. And guess what happened?"

She paused, then held up two slender fingers, gesturing to an exaggerated number:

"In less than three days, we received over two thousand resumes! And they were all from graduates of top universities like Waseda, Keio, and the University of Tokyo! Their resumes all said the same thing: they specifically asked to intern at our [Hiroshi Nohara Independent Production Department]!"

"They said that it was the greatest honor of their lives to be able to study under you, a 'genius of our time'!"

"The greatest honor? That's really an exaggeration." These words made Hiroshi Nohara's lips curl into a helpless smile.

The shadow of the tree, the name of the person.

He also realized that he was no longer just a simple producer.

It has become a symbol, a living totem that represents "success" and "miracle".

……

It arrived promptly at 9:30.

There was a gentle knock on the office door.

The three directors of the animation department, Hashimoto Ichiro, the drama department, Yamamoto Takeshi, and the variety show department, Tanaka Kei, who are now powerful figures at TV Tokyo, entered one after another with solemn expressions, like three elementary school students about to report their learning experiences to their teacher.

"Minister." The three bowed in unison.

"sit."

Hiroshi Nohara gestured for them to sit down, his clear eyes sweeping over the three of them as he calmly began, "Give me a report on how the various projects have progressed during my vacation."

"Hi!"

The first to speak was Kei Tanaka, who had undergone a complete transformation and exuded the confidence and competence of a top variety show producer.

He stood up excitedly and said, "Minister! The fourth episode of 'Super Transformation' Season 2 just aired last Saturday! The final ratings—"

He took a deep breath and, in a proud, almost aria-like tone, announced the number that would send shivers down the spines of the entire Japanese television industry.

"40.15%!"

"Our viewership ratings remain stable at over 40%! Moreover, according to data center analysis, this number has a very high chance of experiencing another explosive increase during the finals next month! It might even... it might even reach the viewership record of the Kohaku Uta Gassen!"

Upon hearing this, both Yamamoto Takeshi and Hashiichiro Kōji instinctively gasped.

What was the viewership record for the Kohaku Uta Gassen (Red and White Song Battle)?
That is... an insurmountable, sacred monument in the history of Japanese television!
It's a variety show that's a nationwide carnival!

No.

That can't be called a variety show; it should be defined as art!
Now, Kei Tanaka is saying that the finale of "Super Transformation Season 2" will reach the viewership record of the Kohaku Uta Gassen (Red and White Song Battle).

How can this not be exaggerated?

"Very good." Hiroshi Nohara simply nodded calmly, his reaction as if a 40% viewership rating was nothing more than a normal number. "Director Yamamoto, how about your end?"

"Hi!"

Yamamoto Takeshi also stood up, his face, which was always as sharp as a hawk's, now filled with barely suppressed admiration.

He respectfully handed over a document: "Minister, this is the latest ratings summary report for Season 2 of 'Tales of the Unusual.' As of last Friday, we have aired all thirty-nine episodes. Ultimately, the average rating for the entire season has stabilized at 23.58%!"

"This result has surpassed the first season and once again broken the record for the highest viewership in the second-highest time slot!"

"Moreover, according to information from the overseas department, the overseas broadcasting rights for our show have been snapped up by television stations in more than fifteen countries and regions. Among them, the exclusive rights fee sold to HBO in the United States alone has already exceeded the total production cost of our two seasons."

These words greatly surprised Kei Tanaka and Ichiro Hashimoto, who were standing nearby.

A TV series can break even just by selling its copyrights?

This... this isn't filming a TV series, this is practically printing money!

“Director Hashimoto.” Hiroshi Nohara’s gaze finally fell on the man who had kept his head down the whole time, his body taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

"……Hi!"

Hashimoto Ichiro suddenly stood up and said in a deep voice, "Minister! The fourth season of 'Yamishibai' officially ended last Sunday! The average viewership rating for the entire season was 14.55%!"

"This achievement not only created a ratings legend for late-night anime, but also... it completely nailed that shameful third season produced by Iwata School to the pillar of historical shame!"

As he spoke, his voice trembled with emotion, "I... on behalf of all my colleagues in the animation department, thank you! Thank you for giving us a chance to redeem ourselves!"

Looking at the three section chiefs before him, who were completely impressed by him, Hiroshi Nohara finally revealed a satisfied smile.

It seems that the department has indeed been running smoothly during his week-long absence.

This is good.

Now he can continue to let himself go.

He slowly stood up, walked to the three of them, and patted each of them heavily on the shoulder.

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work."

Hiroshi Nohara's voice was calm: "What you've done is even better than I expected. However, I hope you remember that what we've achieved so far is far from enough. Our opponents have never been those mediocre people inside TV Tokyo, much less those fools in Osaka and Nagoya who only know how to imitate."

"Our journey is to conquer all of Japan!"

This declaration, brimming with domineering power, struck the softest spot in the hearts of the three section chiefs like a scalding electric current!
Looking at the man before them, young yet possessing the kingly aura to look down upon the entire era, their three hearts, already completely conquered by him, ignited a raging fire that could start a prairie fire!
"Hi!"

The three bowed in unison, their voices carrying the resolute determination of those who would die for a friend: "We will follow in your footsteps! Minister Hiroshi Nohara!"

"Yoshi! Very good! Very energetic!"

Hiroshi Nohara nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, report complete." Hiroshi Nohara sat back down in his seat, his clear eyes sweeping over the three of them: "Tell me, have you encountered any problems in production lately that you couldn't solve?"

Next, we need to address the minor issues.

The three of them exchanged a glance, and then a knowing, wry smile appeared on their faces.

"A problem?" Tanaka Kei was the first to shake his head, saying with genuine admiration, "Minister, to be honest, we... don't dare to have any of our own ideas right now."

“Yes,” Yamamoto Takeshi echoed with a wry smile. “What we do every day is try our best to reproduce the things in your drawings in reality exactly. We’re not creating anything; we’re just a group of craftsmen with decent skills replicating a perfectly designed work of art.”

“That’s right!” Hashimoto Shichiro nodded heavily, his voice filled with heartfelt awe: “Your storyboard and your script have already resolved all the problems in advance. We…we can’t even find a single minor flaw that we could object to.”

This is less of a report and more of an affirmation after being proven.

They have figured it out.

The gap between them and this young man in front of them can no longer be simply summarized by the word "talent".

It was a dimensional gap, like that between mortals and gods.

The artwork provided by Hiroshi Nohara.

That was a divine oracle!
Are there any questions?

No need at all!
As long as we follow the scripts given by Director Hiroshi Nohara to produce the program, everything will go smoothly and perfectly!

"Dangdangdang——"

Just as Hiroshi Nohara was talking with the three section chiefs, there was a knock on the door.

And a sweet, coquettish female voice: "Minister Nohara, Deputy Director Asumi knows you're back and hopes you'll come up for a visit if you have time. He's waiting for you in his office."

It's Asuka's aloof secretary.

But at this moment, she smiled sweetly at Hiroshi Nohara and said in an almost coquettish tone, "You have no idea, while you were away from the production department this week, our Deputy Director Asumi has been talking about your name every day."

This is an attitude being expressed.

Because of Deputy Director Asumi's care for Hiroshi Nohara, she, as his secretary, also extended that care to him.

"I understand. I'll go see Deputy Director Asumi now." Hiroshi Nohara nodded amidst the envious gazes of the three section chiefs around him.

He really should meet with Deputy Director Ming Rihai.

After all, the script for "Hachiko Monogatari" had already been faxed to his office in advance. If filming were to actually begin, Hiroshi Nohara would need the full support of Asumi, the deputy director!
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