I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 150 The Furious Kamiki Shunsuke! He's Going Hysterical!

Junichi Watanabe, a top agent who has seen it all in the industry, stood there dumbfounded.

In an instant, all the color drained from his face, which always wore a professional and warm smile, leaving only a deathly pale complexion.

He looked at the young man, at his calm, unwavering eyes, and a chill ran uncontrollably from his tailbone straight to the top of his head!
madman!

This guy named Hiroshi Nohara is a complete madman who doesn't play by the rules!

Did he not know that behind Kamiki Shunsuke stood Sato Tokugawa, the capricious yet powerful chairman of Kirin Real Estate?!

Doesn't he realize that offending Sato Tokugawa is tantamount to creating the most formidable enemy in the entire Tokyo business community?!

In Japan today, who doesn't know that real estate developers are the biggest money-makers?

This young fellow...

Do you really not care about anything and don't care about anything at all?!

of course.

Hiroshi Nohara genuinely didn't know.

Even if they knew, they wouldn't care. After all, in two years, let alone real estate developers, even the Japanese government would be pitifully dressing under the tyranny of their American daddy, not daring to even cry, and would have to smile and say that Daddy is great.

"You guys continue, I'm going to sit in the audience area." Hiroshi Nohara waved his hand and turned to leave.

His posture was like that of a king who had just casually crushed an eyesore of an ant.

elegant.

Yet it was filled with absolute majesty.

……

Backstage, in that luxurious dressing room that was originally reserved for "top idols," was now in complete chaos.

Expensive cosmetics were swept to the ground, mingling with shards of broken mirror, gleaming messily under the light.

"It doesn't make sense! It doesn't make sense!"

Shunsuke Kamiki, who had just been enjoying the adoration of everyone, was now like a rooster whose magnificent feathers had been plucked, roaring hysterically.

His already somewhat effeminate handsome face was now completely distorted by extreme shame and humiliation, like an expensive piece of paper that had been crumpled.

The two security guards responsible for watching him stood like two silent gatekeepers, blocking the entrance on the left and right, their eyes looking at him like he was a clown jumping around and looking ridiculous.

"Watanabe! Junichi Watanabe! You piece of trash! Where have you been?!"

Kamiki Shunsuke grabbed the cell phone on the table and roared into the receiver in a near-shattering voice, "Right now! Immediately! Call that bastard Iwata Masao over here! I want him to see with his own eyes how his men bullied me! I want him to tie up that guy Nohara Hiroshi and bring him here! I want him to kneel down! Kneel down and lick my shoes!"

"Shunsuke-kun! Shunsuke-kun! Calm down! Please calm down!"

On the other end of the phone came Junichi Watanabe's voice, filled with helplessness.

However, this advice was like a bucket of boiling oil poured onto a bonfire that was already raging!

"Calm down?! How can you expect me to calm down?!" Kamiki Shunsuke's voice grew increasingly shrill: "Let me tell you, Watanabe Junichi! If you can't handle this today, I'll have Mr. Tokugawa kick you out of Kirin Detective Agency like a dog tomorrow!"

The phone was abruptly disconnected.

Like a caged beast driven utterly mad, Kamiki Shunsuke paced frantically back and forth in the small dressing room. A short while later, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.

Masao Iwata, the nominal film director, rushed in like a lowly servant, sweating profusely.

He was certainly not far away.

After all, Shunsuke Kamiki was the only and most important "box office guarantee" for his movie, so of course he had to serve him like an ancestor, never leaving his side.

"Junsuke-kun! Junsuke-kun! What...what's wrong? Who made you angry?"

Looking at the mess in the dressing room, Masao Iwata's already anxious heart jumped into his throat.

"You still have the nerve to ask me that?!"

Kamiki Shunsuke suddenly turned around, his carefully drawn inner eyeliner staring intently at him, as if he wanted to devour him alive!
"Masao Iwata! I'm asking you! Is that guy named Hiroshi Nohara one of your men?!"

"Nohara...Hiroyuki?"

Iwata Masao's body trembled suddenly!
His already pale face turned even paler upon hearing that name!

How could it be him? !

Why him of all people?!

A bone-chilling coldness surged uncontrollably from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head!
He remembered that young man, his calm, unwavering eyes, and his godlike talent that could utterly crush all his pride…

That deep-seated fear, like a hibernating venomous snake, was completely awakened at this moment!
"Yes...yes..." Iwata Masao's voice stammered due to extreme fear: "He...he is indeed our production department's...head."

"Minister?!" Upon hearing this, Kamiki Shunsuke not only failed to restrain himself but instead let out a contemptuous sneer as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world: "I don't care what kind of bullshit minister he is! Iwata Masao! I order you now! Immediately! Call that guy over here! I want him to kneel down! And apologize to me!"

He pointed to his expensive Gucci handmade leather shoes, his handsome face contorted with a morbid madness: "I want him to admit that he is nothing more than the lowest dog in your Tokyo TV!"

These humiliating words were like a red-hot branding iron, branding Iwata Masao's already battered heart.

He looked at the "top idol" in front of him, whose mind was already clouded by desire and power, and a look of pity, almost as if he were looking at an idiot, appeared in his eyes.

But at this point, you can't afford to offend this guy.

"Shunsuke-kun..."

Iwata Masao's voice was dry and filled with helplessness: "You...you probably don't know much about him. Nohara-cho...he's not an ordinary person."

"He is..."

"I don't care if he's an ordinary person or not!"

However, before he could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by an impatient roar from Kamiki Shunsuke!

"Iwata Masao! Have you forgotten who your sugar daddy is?! Do you believe I'll call Deputy Director Takada right now and have him kick you, this useless piece of trash, out of your position as director?!"

As he spoke, he actually picked up the phone and skillfully dialed the number he knew by heart.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

On the other end came Takada Toshihide's emotionless, flat voice.

"Hey?"

(End of this chapter)