I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 149 A Real Man! Yoshiharu Koyama, the prospective father-in-law's reflection!

Hiroshi Nohara's voice was calm, but at this moment it was like an invisible hammer, striking the hearts of everyone present!
Is there anyone in the entire production department of TV Tokyo with an employee higher rank than Nobuhiko Sakata?

And who would dare to mention Nobuhiko Sakata's name?
But Hiroshi Nohara dared to.

Everyone knows that Nobuhiko Sakata brought Hiroshi Nohara to the Tokyo Metropolitan Government's promotional banquet. Every word that has been circulated is that this production director of TV Tokyo, the deputy director in charge of all daily operations, expressed his admiration and pride for Hiroshi Nohara at the banquet.

Now, at the age of 23, Hiroshi Nohara is a Level 3 director with an independent production department that even ordinary Level 2 directors don't have.

Wasn't it Director Nobuhiko Sakata who gave his approval?
so.

Hiroshi Nohara now can basically be seen as the third, or even fourth, generation, and even the fifth and sixth generations of the production team that Director Nobuhiko Sakata has been cultivating... a rising star of the TV Tokyo production department!
Even the future head of the production department!
Suddenly, the entire stage fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

Those staff members who were initially full of resentment but dared not speak out showed excitement and joy almost simultaneously when they saw who it was!

"Minister Nohara!"

"minister!"

"Minister, you're back!"

They were like a flock of lost lambs who had found their leader, and they didn't even bother to look at the "top idol" who was jumping around like a Persian cat whose tail had been stepped on!
They surged forward like a tide, surrounding the young man who had remained calmly smiling throughout, like a star surrounded by the moon!

That heartfelt worship and trust was completely undisguised!
"You...you guy!"

Kamiki Shunsuke was stunned.

His already somewhat effeminate handsome face was now slightly distorted by extreme shock and shame.

He looked at the man who was surrounded by everyone in the center, a few years younger than himself, and even more handsome. His carefully drawn inner eyeliner in his peach blossom eyes was instantly filled with a flame of jealousy.

"Who...who do you think you are? What Sakata or whatever? I don't know him! Do you even know who I know in your production company?!"

His voice turned shrill: "This is the backstage area of ​​'Super Transformation'! I was invited as a guest by the higher-ups at TV Tokyo's production department! It's my special show, Shunsuke Kamiki! How dare some nobody like you point fingers here?!"

He pointed at the staff, his voice filled with hysterical roar: "And you bunch of snobbish bastards! Have you forgotten who the main character is today?! Believe me, one phone call from me and I can kick you all out of TV Tokyo?!"

This time, however, no one paid any attention to his roars.

The staff members just looked at him with pity, almost as if he were an idiot.

The anger had vanished from their eyes.

All they did was ridicule.

Only pity.

There's only that kind of helplessness towards kittens and puppies.

This is the kind of look that Kamiki Shunsuke, who would stop at nothing to climb the social ladder, hated the most when people looked at him before he became as successful as he is now!
Thinking about the torment he had endured the previous night and the distortion in his heart, he became even more hysterical!

……

Front row of the audience.

Amidst the sea of ​​red filled with the words "Kumamoto will win," the atmosphere felt somewhat subtle.

"This is unreasonable! This is simply unreasonable!"

Yoshiharu Koyama, a representative of the education sector in Kumamoto Prefecture and the head of the "Friends and Family Support Group," was tightly clutching the support flag in his hand. His perpetually stern face was filled with the anger of an educator from the old era.

He watched as the "top idol" on stage, who was throwing a tantrum like a spoiled child and even kicking the prop box next to him, had his thick eyebrows furrowed into an angry "川" shape.

He turned his head sharply, his sharp eyes, typical of a headmaster, like two drawn daggers, piercing his little daughter who was idly playing with her nails.

"Look! Look! Koyama Yumesa!"

His voice, suppressing a rage powerful enough to make any disobedient student tremble: "This is your favorite celebrity?! This is the role model you always talk about and say you want to emulate?! Arrogant! Overbearing! Disrespectful to everyone! He's simply... simply... a disgrace to the Japanese education system!"

"I'm telling you! From today onwards, you're not allowed to idolize any celebrities anymore! And you're absolutely forbidden from behaving in such a frivolous and disrespectful way!"

But these words only earned him a disdainful glare from his youngest daughter.

"Dad, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Koyama Yumesae pouted: "I don't like sissies at all! Look at his eyeliner, it's even thicker than mine, and he speaks in a soft, high-pitched voice. Where is his masculinity? Only those brainless fans at our school would like him."

As she spoke, her delicate face involuntarily flushed slightly. She secretly glanced at her second sister, who was looking helplessly toward the stage, and muttered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If anyone should like someone, it should be someone like my brother-in-law... handsome, capable, and so manly..."

"you--!"

Koyama Yoshiji was so angered by those words that his blood rushed to his head, and his cold, hard face instantly turned a deep liver color!
His finger, pointing at Yumesa, trembled slightly with anger, yet he couldn't find the right words to refute her.

"Yumesa! Don't talk nonsense!"

The mother, Koyama Takaya, finally couldn't stand it anymore. She reached out and gave her unruly little daughter's arm a light pinch, her face full of reproach: "Your sister is right here! Why are you becoming more and more disrespectful?"

Looking at her youngest daughter's arrogant and ignorant attitude, a complex emotion flashed deep in her eyes.

A deep worry arose in that mother's heart.

"It's okay, Mom."

As usual, Misae Koyama stepped in to smooth things over. She reached out and affectionately ruffled her younger sister's fluffy little head, her beautiful eyes filled with tolerance and tenderness for her: "Yumesae is still young, she likes to joke around."

“That’s right! I’m only sixteen! I’m still a child!” Koyama Yumesa immediately hid behind her second sister like a chick that had found a sanctuary, and made a cute face at her father who was so angry that he was blowing his beard and glaring at her.

However, amidst this heartwarming farce filled with the atmosphere of a family drama, Koyama Yumesae's big, dark eyes suddenly lit up!
Like a Columbus discovering a new continent, she pointed to the stage, which was already in complete chaos, and shouted in a low voice with an almost frenzied cheer, "Brother-in-law! It's brother-in-law! He's here!"

"Ok?"

Yoshiharu Koyama, Takasago Koyama, and Misae Koyama almost simultaneously raised their heads, casting their curious and concerned gazes toward the eye of the storm filled with dramatic conflict.

Then they witnessed a scene that would stay with them forever.

They witnessed how the young man, dressed in simple casual clothes and sporting his signature gentle smile, strolled leisurely onto the stage that should have belonged to the "top idols," surrounded by a group of staff who were already in a state of panic.

They witnessed how those TV station elites, who had been furious but dared not speak out just a moment ago, now seemed to have found their backbone, bowed respectfully before that young man, addressing him with a term full of awe and trust—"Chief Nohara."

They even saw that the "top idol," who was arrogant one second and looked like a rooster that had been plucked in public the next, had his handsome face filled with disbelief and horror.

"..."

Yoshiharu Koyama stared blankly.

He looked at the young man who, though young, already possessed the aura of a king. His mind, which had long been filled with traditional concepts such as "iron rice bowl," "civil servant," and "a stable life," was completely overwhelmed at this moment by a more primal and pure shock called "a true man should be like this!"

The small support flag in his hand had quietly slipped away without him even noticing.

"This kid..."

He murmured to himself, his voice carrying a hint of emotion and pride that even he himself was unaware of.

"...He really is someone important!"

...On stage, Hiroshi Nohara didn't even bother to glance at that top idol again.

He simply and calmly turned his gaze to Tanaka Kei, the head of the variety show division, who rushed out of the control room.

"Section Chief Tanaka," Hiroshi Nohara asked casually, "Have the other guests arrived?"

"Hi!" Tanaka Kei paused slightly, as if he had thought of something, and his face immediately showed shock and excitement. He nodded heavily and said, "Kaneko Yuuhachi-senpai has been waiting backstage for ten minutes!"

“Very good.” Hiroshi Nohara nodded, his eyes turning to Shunsuke Kamiki, whose face was contorted with rage.

"Kamiki-kun, right?" His voice was as flat as a bottomless pool of stagnant water, revealing no emotion: "I'll give you two choices."

"First, now, immediately, right now, go back to your dressing room and do your job for today like a real professional actor. Then, take your appearance fee and get out of my sight."

"second……"

He paused, a cold smile curving his lips.

"—Leave now."

These two choices were like heavy battering rams, crashing down once again on Kamiki Shunsuke's already crumbling mental defenses!

He became increasingly hysterical.

"You...you dare?!" His voice was hoarse from extreme distortion: "Do you know that my agency is Qilin Agency?! Do you know who's backing me?! If you dare touch me, I promise..."

"Really?"

However, before he could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by Hiroshi Nohara's playful chuckle.

"I'd really like to see which agency has such power that they can keep me from getting rid of a trash idol who doesn't even have the most basic professional ethics."

"Or is it that they dare to offend TV Tokyo!?"

Hiroshi Nohara snorted coldly.

Let alone the neon lights of this era, even in China in the past, when those stars were arrogant and domineering, they wouldn't dare to offend the TV station.

And now, no less!

In today's Japanese entertainment industry, idol stars are the lowest-ranking entertainers!

He calmly gave Tanaka Kei his final order: "Section Chief Tanaka, inform Kaneko-senpai to prepare to go on stage."

"Hi!" Tanaka Kei responded.

Hiroshi Nohara said, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Also, notify the legal department to draft a termination agreement. The penalty for breach of contract should be calculated for me, exactly the highest standard stipulated in the contract, down to the last penny."

"Hi!" Kei Tanaka replied, bowing his head.

Finally, Hiroshi Nohara snorted coldly, "Finally, notify the security department to 'invite' this... Mr. Kamiki, who is affecting our normal recording work, out."

"Hi!" Kei Tanaka responded again.

A series of instructions, clean and concise, without the slightest hesitation!

That absolute control that belongs only to top producers—the power to decide the life or death of the entire project—was fully demonstrated at this moment!
"No! You can't do this!"

Kamiki Shunsuke finally snapped out of it and let out a hysterical, desperate roar: "I'm a guest invited by the top executives of your TV Tokyo production department! I'm here to promote your TV Tokyo movie! Do you know Iwata Masao!? Do you know Takada Toshihide?! He's the executive vice president of your production department! Even he has to awkwardly toast me! Do you know that!?"

He wanted to step forward, grab the young man by the collar, and use the most primal violence to defend his pitiful, long-lost dignity!

However, before he could take two steps, two figures as tall as iron towers grabbed him from the left and right and held him firmly in place!

It was the staff surrounding Hiroshi Nohara.

"Kamimo-kun! Kamiki-kun! Calm down! Calm down!"

A middle-aged man wearing glasses, who looked quite refined, suddenly rushed out from backstage, covered in sweat!

It was Junichi Watanabe, the top agent sent by Kirin Agency to accompany them on site.

As he watched the tense scene unfold before him, his heart sank to the bottom!

He just went to the restroom... I never expected it to cause such a huge mess!
Junichi Watanabe knew it all too well!

He knew all too well just how terrifying the power of Hiroshi Nohara, who, despite his youth, already had an independent production department at TV Tokyo, truly was!

Let alone a nobody like Kamiki Shunsuke, even if the president of the entire Kirin Agency came in person, he would have to be polite and respectful to this young man, addressing him as "Chief Nohara"!
"Minister Nohara! Minister Nohara! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Like the most humble lapdog, he scrambled to Nohara Hiroshi's feet, bowing deeply, his voice filled with obsequiousness and fear:

“It’s our Junjie who’s being unreasonable! He… he’s still a child! Please be magnanimous and don’t take it to heart!”

"After all, it was Section Chief Masao Iwata of the Production Department of TV Tokyo who invited Shunsuke as a guest. And behind him is the approval of the Managing Director, Mr. Toshihide Takada! You're all colleagues, aren't you?"

"Please forgive his rudeness! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I've caused you all trouble! I'll let him calm down right away! He'll calm down! It definitely won't delay the filming!"

As Junichi Watanabe spoke, he gave a wink to the two security guards who were already on high alert.

They dragged the "top idol," who was still hysterically screaming "Let me go! Do you know who I am?", away from the stage like they were dragging a bag of garbage.

The entire backstage area returned to silence.

"Oh? Section Chief Masao Iwata, and Executive Deputy Director Toshihide Takada?" At this moment, Hiroshi Nohara looked at Junichi Watanabe, his tone playful: "Are you using the two of them to pressure me?"

"No! Absolutely not! Absolutely not!" Junichi Watanabe immediately bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, his voice filled with extreme fear.

Although he is a top agent.

But he couldn't afford to offend the chairman behind Kamiki Shunsuke.

Secondly, they couldn't afford to offend this rising star from the Tokyo TV production department.

He just kept apologizing.

It was extremely humble.

“Minister, this is indeed the idea of ​​Masao Iwata and Toshihide Takada, it’s for the purpose of promoting the movie.” Kei Tanaka chimed in at this moment, “It’s also to repay a favor, after all, when our Kanto faction was doing publicity before, the Tokyo faction did help out.”

"Oh, is that so?" Hiroshi Nohara's clear eyes remained completely calm.

He simply turned around calmly, looked at the group of staff who had been completely intimidated by his swift and decisive iron-fisted methods, and a gentle smile, reassuring enough to calm their hearts, returned to his face.

"Alright, everyone, the farce is over."

"Let's get back to work."

Then, turning to them, he added, "Give Managing Director Takada some face. If that Kamiki Shunsuke dares to cause any more trouble when he comes back..." Hiroshi Nohara's tone was icy as he spoke, "Kick him out! I said it!"

(End of this chapter)