I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 174 Nohara after putting on makeup! Her first meeting with Sato Tokugawa!
In the early morning, the air in Tokyo carried a clear, untouched purity. The winter sunlight filtered through the apartment window, casting a soft, carefully filtered glow into Hiroshi Nohara's bedroom.

He stood in front of the full-length mirror, wearing a custom-made suit that Misae had ironed long ago. The dark gray fabric was well-tailored, with smooth lines that fit him like a second skin.

The man reflected in the mirror was young and capable. The sharpness between his brows had been softened by careful grooming, adding a touch of composure.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the tie; the touch was silky smooth, like the whisper of the finest Italian silk.

"Yeah, he really is handsome," Hiroshi Nohara murmured to himself as he looked in the mirror.

This is not out of narcissism, but rather an objective evaluation of the spirit and energy presented before us.

Hiroshi Nohara was already quite good to begin with.

You're still young.

This is truly the best stage of my life!
Especially when he looked into his own calm eyes, there was not a trace of youthful confusion in them, only a depth and composure honed by time and experience.

This outfit, resembling a battle robe, lends him an elegant and noble armor for the upcoming social occasion.

He nodded again, completely satisfied: "He's incredibly handsome!"

"Puchi-"

A suppressed chuckle came from behind, breaking the brief moment of self-reflection.

Misae had woken up sometime earlier and was leaning lazily against the headboard, covering her mouth with the blanket. Her bright, sparkling eyes were filled with mischief and teasing, like two obsidian stones awakened by the morning light.

"Hiroshi-kun, you're talking to yourself again. Aren't you ashamed to praise yourself so early in the morning?" Her voice was hoarse from just waking up, yet sweet and full of teasing.

Hiroshi Nohara turned around and looked at her charming appearance, a gentle smile unconsciously curving his lips.

He walked to the bedside, bent down, and gently kissed her smooth forehead. Feeling the familiar scent of her body, a mixture of shower gel and faint body fragrance, the slight tension in his heart caused by his impending entry into the world of fame and fortune was instantly melted away by this earthly warmth.

"This isn't just talking to myself; it's an appreciation of beauty. Don't you think I look breathtakingly handsome in this outfit?"

He chuckled and teased, his fingertips gently caressing her rosy cheeks, the tenderness nourishing their hearts like morning dew.

Misae's face flushed red instantly. She gave him a reproachful look, but her bright eyes couldn't hide a hint of sweetness.

"Yes, yes, yes, Hiroshi-kun is the most handsome! He's so handsome that even I'm stunned!" she said, but couldn't help snuggling closer to him.

"Alright, my president, get up quickly." Hiroshi Nohara chuckled and gently pinched her pert little nose, his tone full of affection: "I have to leave early today to pick up an important guest."

"Who is it?" Misae asked instinctively out of curiosity, but the next second she sat up straight, a sly glint in her big eyes.

"Oh! By the way! Hiroshi-kun, you're going to the Tokyo Metropolitan Government's New Year's Eve dinner today!" Her tone was filled with envy. "I overheard you mentioning it when you were on the phone with Deputy Director Asumi. You said that a lot of celebrities, nobles, and high-ranking officials would be there, and they'd even be on TV!"

Hiroshi Nohara's lips twitched almost imperceptibly; Misae's ears were sharper than a rabbit's.

"Yes." He sighed helplessly, reached out and ruffled her hair, his affection like a spring breeze caressing her heart. "But it was just a normal social occasion, nothing to worry about."

"What do you mean it's no big deal!" Misae pouted, looking like an angry little pufferfish. "That was a banquet hosted by the Tokyo Metropolitan Government! The people who could attend were the most powerful and influential people in Tokyo! Hiroshi-kun, you're really... amazing now!"

She was so excited that she jumped out of bed and spun around barefoot on the tatami mat twice.

"I must tell Mom, Dad, and Masaya this good news! Hiroshi is going to a banquet hosted by the Tokyo Metropolitan Government! They'll be so happy!" Misaya's face was filled with pride.

"Alright, alright, my president, don't get too excited." Hiroshi Nohara chuckled, pulling her into his arms and stopping her from rushing out of the room. "It's just a dinner party qualification, nothing to brag about. Don't treat this news like some great joy and go around showing it off to everyone."

"Why?" Misae looked up, her bright eyes filled with confusion.

“Because…” Hiroshi Nohara’s gaze turned to Tokyo outside the window, a deep look flashing in his eyes: “In this kind of situation, the more low-key and composed you are, the more respect you will receive. Excessive showing off will only make people think you are superficial.”

Misae nodded as if she understood, but her joy remained undiminished. She simply nuzzled her head against his chest, like a kitten that had found shelter.

"Well... Hiroshi-kun, all I can say is that you look absolutely stunning in that suit!" She tilted her head back, her bright eyes filled with undisguised admiration and praise: "With your aura, you're just... like a prince straight out of a movie!"

Upon hearing this, Hiroshi Nohara's lips unconsciously curved into a satisfied smile.

Misae's praise was far more pleasing to the ear than any other compliment.

"Alright, my dear president, we should head out now." Hiroshi Nohara chuckled, gently stroking her pert little nose with a tender tone. "I'll take you to the company. You can buy some bento boxes near the company to eat."

"Okay~" Upon hearing this, Misae immediately broke free from his embrace, quickly put on her clothes, and looked like a butterfly ready to take flight.

The two smiled at each other, then held hands and walked out of the apartment.

The morning sunlight cast their figures, walking side by side, into two silhouettes full of hope on the mirror-like corridor.

A black Toyota Crown glides into the never-ending flow of traffic in Tokyo.

Soon, they dropped Misae off at the Future Manga Club building, an unassuming little building that exuded an artistic atmosphere.

"Hiroshi-kun, drive carefully." Misae unbuckled her seatbelt, gently kissed his handsome cheek, and her bright, sparkling eyes were filled with anticipation and longing: "I'll be waiting for you to come home tonight!"

"Okay, sure." Hiroshi Nohara smiled and nodded, watching her energetic figure disappear behind the glass door of the small building. He then started the car again and drove towards the direction of TV Tokyo.

Throughout the journey, cell phones and pagers rang frequently, carrying greetings and work reports from various parties.

Hiroshi Nohara replied to each one.

It was 9 a.m. when the black Toyota Crown finally drove into the huge underground parking lot of TV Tokyo.

Hiroshi Nohara walked with steady steps through the glass door that symbolized the highest power in the Japanese television industry.

Along the way, every employee he encountered, whether an ordinary intern or a powerful second-level director, stopped and bowed respectfully to greet him.

"Good morning, Minister Nohara!"

"Minister Nohara, you look very energetic today!"

"Minister Nohara, you look so handsome in that suit!"

Praise poured in like a tide, surrounding Hiroshi Nohara.

He simply smiled and nodded in response. His nonchalant demeanor and the air of someone who seemed to have everything under control captivated the young employees.

When he stepped into his own independent kingdom on the seventeenth floor, the entire department was filled with an atmosphere of excitement.

"Minister! You're back!"

"Hello, Minister!"

"Minister Nohara! You look so handsome today!"

The young employees, like a group of fans who had seen their idol, immediately surrounded him. Their young and energetic faces were filled with fervent worship for their manager's god-like abilities.

Kei Tanaka, Takeshi Yamamoto, and Ichiro Hashimoto, these three capable lieutenants, also stood in the crowd, their faces filled with amazement and admiration.

"Minister! Your outfit today is simply...so handsome!" Tanaka Kei was the first to exclaim excitedly, his usually serious face now filled with undisguised admiration.

"Yes, Minister! I've never seen you in a suit before!" Yamamoto Takeshi chimed in, a hint of amazement flashing in his usually sharp, hawk-like eyes. "You always wear casual clothes, I never imagined... I never imagined you'd be so charming in a suit!"

"Minister, you dressed up especially for the Tokyo Metropolitan Government banquet tonight, right?" Hashimoto asked with a smile, his honest face now filled with pride.

Hiroshi Nohara just smiled calmly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "Alright, alright, Happy New Year everyone. Stop praising me and get back to work."

"This isn't a compliment, it's the truth! Minister! You look absolutely stunning today!"

Kitagawa Yao walked over at that moment, her bright eyes filled with undisguised admiration and worship. "Look, you even got your hair done and your eyebrows trimmed today. You look so energetic and capable! You could practically be an idol star!"

"Yeah yeah!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding young employees immediately echoed his sentiments, their young and energetic faces filled with fervent admiration for Hiroshi Nohara's handsome appearance.

Because they truly discovered Hiroshi Nohara, a blend of youthful coolness and charisma with the dignified demeanor of a department head.

It gave them a surreal, shocking feeling!

"Minister, if you became an idol star, you'd definitely be a hundred times more popular than that guy, Kamiki Shunsuke!"

"That's right! What can that guy, Kamiki Shunsuke, do besides showing off?! He can't compare to our department head, who is both talented and handsome!"

"Our minister is the real 'national idol'!"

Some people even started joking around at this point.

However, Hiroshi Nohara also had a helpless wry smile on his face at this moment: "Alright, how did you get me and Shunsuke Kamiki involved?"

In the Japanese entertainment industry, idol stars are the worst kind of entertainers.

Absolutely terrible!

However, amidst the clamor of fervor and adoration, Kitagawa Yao suddenly frowned, a hint of undeniable seriousness flashing in her bright, sparkling eyes.

“However…” her voice carried just the right amount of seriousness, “Although you are already very handsome, Minister, I think you are not refined enough.”

"Eh?!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding young employees, including Kei Tanaka, Takeshi Yamamoto, and Ichiro Hashimoto, instinctively gasped in surprise, their faces filled with confusion.

Looking at Hiroshi Nohara's well-tailored suit, his impeccably handsome face, and his composed demeanor, they simply couldn't understand what could possibly be considered "not refined enough."
"Kitagawa, what do you mean by that?" Tanaka Kei couldn't help but ask, his face full of confusion.

Kitagawa Yao ignored them.

She simply walked up to Hiroshi Nohara, her bright, sparkling eyes scrutinizing him like a professional stylist, examining every detail from head to toe, from his hair to the tips of his shoes.

"Minister, your hairstyle is done, but it's still a bit haphazard. Your eyebrows have been trimmed, but the lines could be smoother. And your skin, while it's great, looks a bit tired after working late into the night. Most importantly..."

She paused, her tone growing increasingly serious: "Tonight, you're attending a banquet hosted by the Tokyo Metropolitan Government! That's no ordinary social occasion! Every celebrity, every nobleman, every high-ranking official there will scrutinize you with the most critical eye! Therefore, we must ensure that you appear before them in the most perfect and impeccable manner!"

“So…” She suddenly turned around and loudly announced to the young employees around her, “Go! Bring over the best makeup artist from our TV station’s costume and props department! I want him to give Manager Nohara the most serious and perfect makeup!”

Upon hearing this, the surrounding young employees fell into a deathly silence once again.

They stared blankly at Kitagawa Yao, their faces filled with disbelief and horror.

make up?!
Doing makeup for Captain Nohara?!

This...this is simply an unprecedented feat!
"Kitagawa, this...this isn't necessary, is it?" Hiroshi Nohara's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and a helpless, bitter smile appeared on his face: "Me, a grown man, going to a banquet, and I have to wear makeup? This...this is too much, isn't it?"

“No exaggeration!” Kitagawa Yao’s tone left no room for argument. “Minister, you are representing TV Tokyo at this banquet! Your image is the image of TV Tokyo! Therefore, you must be perfect!”

She looked at Hiroshi Nohara, her bright eyes filled with pleading and determination: "Director, please... please give it a try, just for the sake of TV Tokyo!"

Looking at Kitagawa Yao's persistence and the expectant eyes of the surrounding employees, Hiroshi Nohara finally sighed helplessly.

“Alright,” he conceded. “Then… let’s give it a try.”

"That's great!" Kitagawa Yao instantly broke into a bright smile.

There was also a hint of a smug smile about a successful conspiracy.

She immediately sprang out of the office like a bee on steroids, rushing to fetch the makeup artist.

Within ten minutes, a female makeup artist who looked to be around forty years old, dressed exquisitely and professionally, walked in, led by Kitagawa Yao.

She was carrying a huge makeup case, which was filled with all sorts of bottles, jars, brushes, powder puffs, and other dazzling items.

"Manager Nohara, hello." The makeup artist bowed respectfully to Hiroshi Nohara, her professional eyes sparkling with curiosity and curiosity about the youngest manager at TV Tokyo.

But when he saw Hiroshi Nohara, a look of amazement appeared in his eyes.

"Thank you for your help." Hiroshi Nohara simply nodded calmly, and then, guided by the makeup artist, sat down in the makeup chair.

The makeup artist didn't waste any words. She simply opened her makeup case skillfully, took out various tools, and then focused intently on her work.

She first gently cleansed Hiroshi Nohara's face with a mild facial cleanser, and then used a cool toner to revitalize his skin.

Next came concealer, foundation, eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, contouring, highlighter... every step was meticulous, and every detail was refined to perfection.

She didn't deliberately change Hiroshi Nohara's features; she simply used clever touches to make his naturally handsome appearance even more perfect and refined.

She even used professional hairspray and wax to restyle his hair, making his originally slightly casual hairstyle more layered and stylish.

The entire process lasted for nearly an hour.

When the makeup artist finally put down her brush and patted Hiroshi Nohara on the shoulder with satisfaction, a genuine sense of amazement appeared on her professional face.

"Minister Nohara, you...you are simply the most perfect canvas I have ever seen in my life!" she exclaimed excitedly. "You are naturally beautiful, with well-defined features and firm skin. You don't need much embellishment at all. With just a little touch, you can radiate an amazing glow!"

"Alright, Captain Nohara, you can open your eyes now."

Hiroshi Nohara slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw his reflection in the mirror, even his usually calm heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The man reflected in the mirror was both a stranger and a familiar face.

That face was still his own face.

But that handsomeness was magnified to the extreme, as if it had been enchanted, becoming more profound, more refined, and more impeccable.

The lines of his eyebrows were as smooth as if carved by a knife and axe, his eyes were deep and full of power, and his skin was fair and delicate, as if you could squeeze water out of it.

Most importantly, the confidence and composure that emanates from within, wrapped in this exquisite outer garment, becomes even more compelling and attractive.

He felt as if he had become a perfect male protagonist who had stepped out of a comic book.

"Wow--!"

"My God! Minister! You...you are just...so handsome!"

"I...I can't believe my eyes! Is...is this really our minister?!" "Minister Nohara! You...you're a hundred times more handsome than Shunsuke Kamiki! No! A thousand times! Ten thousand times more handsome!"

"That guy, Shunsuke Kamiki, is a complete freak in front of the club president!"

"Minister! If you became an idol star, you would definitely charm all the girls in Japan!"

The young employees around them stood there dumbfounded, their young and energetic faces filled with disbelief and fervor.

They looked at Hiroshi Nohara with the same gaze they would give a god who had stepped out of a legend.

Especially the young female employees who had just joined the company were so excited that their bodies trembled slightly, and their bright eyes sparkled with excitement.

They never imagined that their minister could be this handsome!

It's simply breathtakingly perfect!

"Alright, alright, quiet down." Hiroshi Nohara's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Looking at his "perfect" self in the mirror and listening to the exaggerated praise around him, a helpless bitter smile appeared on his face.

He knew that he was now completely "famous".

"Don't mention that guy, Shunsuke Kamiki." Hiroshi Nohara shook his head helplessly, a hint of self-mockery flashing in his clear eyes. "I don't want to be an idol star who relies on his looks. I prefer to conquer everyone with my work."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding young employees burst into laughter once again.

Looking at Hiroshi Nohara's hypocritical demeanor and his disdain for those who "make a living off their looks," their admiration and respect for him grew even stronger.

"Alright, everyone." Hiroshi Nohara stood up, glanced at his watch, and a confident smile returned to his face. "Let's get back to work and not let our guard down!"

Everyone responded enthusiastically to Hiroshi Nohara.

However, it's clear to everyone that these department members, who are currently looking excited, will definitely have even more to talk about in the days to come!

Young, talented, and handsome Department Head Hiroshi Nohara!

So handsome!
……

In the afternoon, at the Tokyo TV Production Bureau building, in the director's office.

The afternoon sun in winter carries a cool, golden hue, slanting through the huge French windows and casting a solemn halo over the interior.

Nobuhiko Sakata sat behind his mahogany desk, toying with an antique seal in his hand, his gaze fixed on the Tokyo skyline shrouded in a thin mist outside the window, his eyes as deep as an ancient well.

"Director."

There was a gentle knock on the office door, and the secretary's voice came from outside, carrying just the right amount of respect: "Minister Nohara has arrived."

"Yes, let him in." Nobuhiko Sakata's voice was calm, yet it contained an unquestionable authority.

The door was slowly pushed open.

When Hiroshi Nohara, his tall and slender figure, made up and dressed in a well-tailored dark gray suit, appeared at the office door, even Nobuhiko Sakata's eyes, which had seen countless ups and downs in life, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He put down the seal in his hand and looked Nohara Hiroshi up and down, from his carefully styled hair to his well-groomed eyebrows and eyes, and then to the composure and competence he exuded under his suit.

This transformative change stirred complex emotions within Nobuhiko Sakata.

He wondered if he had misread it.

Is this still the same young man who always wears casual clothes and has a somewhat childlike face?

This is clearly a noble young man who has stepped out of an ancient painting, or an elite who has traveled from the future!
His handsomeness and charisma, accentuated by this outfit, were so striking and captivating that they drew everyone's attention.

"Hiroshi-kun, your outfit today is really... I almost didn't recognize you." Nobuhiko Sakata chuckled and shook his head, his voice carrying a hint of teasing yet full of admiration.

"You flatter me, Director." Hiroshi Nohara smiled.

He knew that his elaborate attire would indeed create a strong visual impact on these old-fashioned superiors.

"You flatter me?" Nobuhiko Sakata stood up and walked slowly to Hiroshi Nohara. He reached out and gently patted Nohara's straight shoulder, his gaze piercing as if he wanted to see right through him.

“No, that’s not an exaggeration at all.” Nobuhiko Sakata’s lips curled into a playful smile. “I think if you were to actually debut as an idol star, you could probably charm all the young girls in Japan, right? That guy, Shunsuke Kamiki, would be nothing but an… ugly duckling in your presence.”

Upon hearing this, Hiroshi Nohara gave a helpless, bitter smile.

Why are we comparing him to Shunsuke Kamiki again?
For a creator like him who pursues "works," this label of "idol star" is an invisible constraint and a potential form of belittling.

But Nobuhiko Sakata's teasing carried a kind of elder's doting and appreciation for a younger person, which left him unable to refute.

"Director, please stop joking with me." Hiroshi Nohara said softly, his tone tinged with helplessness. "I don't want to be some kind of idol star. I prefer to conquer everyone with my work."

"Hahahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Nobuhiko Sakata finally couldn't help but burst into laughter. His voice was like ice breaking in winter, filled with unbridled joy.

He patted Hiroshi Nohara heavily on the shoulder, all the sarcasm in his eyes gone, leaving only heartfelt appreciation and admiration.

"Excellent! What a brilliant 'conquering everyone with your work'!" Nobuhiko Sakata exclaimed. "Hiroshi-kun, you're truly... full of ambition!"

He suppressed his smile, and his eyes became serious: "Let's go, it's almost time. We should go to the banquet."

……

A black minivan belonging to Tokyo TV drove into Ginza.

Outside the car window, neon lights shimmered and adorned this city that never sleeps, making it look like a dream.

Hiroshi Nohara sat in the passenger seat, his gaze calmly sweeping over the dazzling cityscape outside the window.

"Hiroshi-kun, have you been here before?" Nobuhiko Sakata's voice came from the side, asking casually.

"Not yet." Hiroshi Nohara shook his head, a perfectly measured hint of curiosity on his face.

“Well, you’ve certainly had your eyes opened today.” Nobuhiko Sakata chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of meaning. “Our destination tonight is the most exclusive private club in Ginza, the ‘Golden Pavilion’.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the magnificent buildings outlined by lights outside the window, his eyes deep: "This 'Golden Pavilion' is no ordinary club. It's a property of Ginza, a symbol of the Golden Pavilion, the most exclusive social venue in the entire Greater Tokyo Area. Holding a banquet here is not something just anyone can do."

Nobuhiko Sakata's lips curled into a sneer: "Speaking of which, one of the major backers of our TV Tokyo, the chairman of Kirin Real Estate Group, that old fellow Tokugawa Sato, also built a similar 'Golden Pavilion' on the top floor of his headquarters building. However, compared to this place, his 'Golden Pavilion' seems rather... petty."

Upon hearing this, Hiroshi Nohara's lips curled into a smile.

Nobuhiko Sakata's words were not merely an introduction to the origins of the "Golden Pavilion," but also a subtle way of revealing some hidden information about Tokyo's upper class.

He nodded, his gaze once again turning to the window at the "Golden Pavilion," which appeared even more mysterious in the night.

The car slowly drove into a secluded underground parking lot and came to a stop under the guidance of several security personnel in black uniforms.

As Hiroshi Nohara followed Nobuhiko Sakata out of the elevator and into the magnificent lobby of the club, a rich aroma of top-quality cigars, aged whiskey, and fine perfumes wafted towards them.

Beneath your feet is a handmade silk carpet from Turkey, said to be worth a fortune per inch. Hanging on the walls are seemingly random paintings by modern masters, each one capable of causing a minor stir at an auction.

The entire hall was bathed in soft light, and the air was filled with an arrogance that exuded wealth and power.

Waiters dressed in haute couture kimonos moved with elegant, delicate steps through the crowd, providing the most attentive service to the well-dressed celebrities and dignitaries.

Hiroshi Nohara's gaze swept calmly across the hall, his clear eyes remaining completely undisturbed.

He saw business elites in suits, socialites adorned with jewels, and political figures chatting and laughing.

Their faces all wore perfectly measured smiles, and their every gesture exuded the poise and elegance of high society.

However, beneath this seemingly harmonious facade, Hiroshi Nohara keenly sensed a subtle undercurrent of power and influence within the world of fame and fortune.

In everyone's eyes, there was a hint of inquiry, a hint of scrutiny, and a hint of calculation.

They are here not only for socializing, but also to consolidate their position, expand their influence, and seek new opportunities.

"Director Sakata, you've finally arrived!"

Just then, a man dressed in a gorgeous kimono, who looked to be around fifty years old, came up to greet them warmly, holding a glass of champagne.

His face, which always wore a warm smile, was now filled with just the right amount of respect and flattery.

As he called out, the surrounding celebrities and dignitaries all turned their attention to Nobuhiko Sakata, and then, with the same respect and enthusiasm, gathered around him.

"Director Sakata, Happy New Year!"

"Director Sakata, you look very energetic today!"

"Director Sakata, congratulations! The box office success of 'Seven Samurai' is truly... amazing! You've created another miracle for TV Tokyo!"

Praise poured in like a tidal wave, surrounding Nobuhiko Sakata.

Nobuhiko Sakata simply smiled and nodded in response. His nonchalant demeanor and air of complete control captivated the surrounding celebrities and dignitaries.

This is exactly what the head of the production department at TV Tokyo should look like!

However, when their gazes inadvertently fell upon Hiroshi Nohara standing next to Nobuhiko Sakata, a subtle hint of confusion and...surprise appeared on their faces, which were filled with respect and flattery.

They looked at Hiroshi Nohara's overly young yet almost perfectly handsome face, at his well-tailored suit, and at the composure that emanated from his very being, and their eyes gleamed with a strange light.

"Who is this young man?" An older, wealthy businessman couldn't help but ask, his eyes filled with scrutiny and inquiry, yet also concealing a hint of gossip that was hard to put into words.

He looked at Nobuhiko Sakata, then at Hiroshi Nohara, and a subtle hint of doubt about Nobuhiko Sakata's "sexual orientation" even flashed in his eyes.

After all, Nobuhiko Sakata was a well-known "old-fashioned" man in Tokyo's political and business circles who was not interested in women and devoted himself to his work.

And now, he's bringing such a young and handsome "partner" to this kind of event?!

This...this is absolutely shocking gossip!
The surrounding celebrities and dignitaries exchanged knowing glances, and amusement appeared on their faces.

They knew that tonight's dinner would likely become even more "interesting" because of this young man.

Looking at the gossipy and inquisitive gazes of the crowd, Nobuhiko Sakata had a helpless expression on his face, a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

He knew these guys were all shrewd and calculating.

He chuckled and shook his head, then reached out and gently patted Hiroshi Nohara's shoulder, his tone carrying just the right amount of pride.

"Everyone, let me introduce you." Nobuhiko Sakata's voice clearly reached everyone's ears: "This is Hiroshi Nohara, the head of the production department at TV Tokyo."

"He is the director and screenwriter of the movie 'Seven Samurai,' which has recently caused a huge sensation in Japanese society and whose box office has skyrocketed."

"At the same time, he is also the producer of national-level programs such as 'Super Transformation,' 'Tales of the Unusual,' and 'Yamishibai.'"

"He is also the author of phenomenal manga such as Yu Yu Hakusho, Doraemon, and Midnight Diner."

Sakata Nobuhiko's words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly exploding throughout the entire hall!
"What?! Him?!"

"Hiroshi Nohara?! So young?!"

"My God! He...he's Hiroshi Nohara?!"

After a brief silence, a huge uproar, accompanied by countless voices filled with astonishment and doubt, swept in like a tsunami!

Those celebrities and dignitaries who were full of gossip and inquiry just a moment ago now had incredulous horror written on their faces!
They never imagined that Hiroshi Nohara, who was hailed as a "genius" and a "miracle" on television, in newspapers, and in all media, was actually... was really that young!

And he's so handsome!

They looked at Hiroshi Nohara, and all the contempt and gossip in their eyes had faded away, leaving only a shock and... awe that came from the depths of their bones!
They knew that this young man represented more than just the future of TV Tokyo.

It is the cultural hope of the entire neo-Japanese nation in the new era!
This young man already has the ability to come here!

He's a strong person just like them!
"Minister Nohara! I've heard so much about you! I've heard so much about you!"

An older, wealthy businessman was the first to react. He quickly walked up to Hiroshi Nohara, extended his hands, and firmly grasped Nohara's hands. His usually dignified face was now filled with sincerity and enthusiasm: "I've seen your 'Seven Samurai'! It's so well made! It's not just a movie, but a great work that can awaken the spirit of our nation!"

"Yes! Minister Nohara! My two kids watch your 'Super Transformation' on TV every day! They both say you're the most amazing producer they've ever seen in their lives!"

"Minister Nohara! My son is a huge fan of your 'Yu Yu Hakusho'! He keeps pestering me to ask you when you'll be updating it!"

Praise poured in like a tidal wave, surrounding Hiroshi Nohara.

He simply smiled and nodded in response, his nonchalant demeanor and air of complete control captivating the surrounding celebrities and dignitaries.

He politely returned the greetings and exchanged appropriate pleasantries with everyone who came forward to say hello.

His composure and calmness made it impossible for anyone to associate him with a young man who was only twenty-three years old.

He seemed to belong here by birth, to this stage filled with power and wealth.

Amidst this atmosphere of praise and clamor, a startled voice, tinged with a gruff tone, suddenly and unexpectedly rang out from behind the crowd.

"You...you are Mr. Hiroshi Nohara?!"

Hiroshi Nohara looked over upon hearing the sound.

An extremely obese and burly man, adorned with gold jewelry, was struggling to squeeze through the crowd.

His fat face was now filled with disbelief and horror, but his small, narrowed eyes gleamed with an unsettling light.

His voice even trembled slightly as he stared intently at Hiroshi Nohara, his tone growing increasingly incredulous: "You're... so young!?"

"This is Mr. Sato Tokugawa, the chairman of Kirin Real Estate Group." Nobuhiko Sakata's voice rang out at just the right moment in Hiroshi Nohara's ears, introducing him to this uninvited guest.

He also gave Sato Tokugawa a cold look, and as if he had noticed something, he raised his voice: "That's right, this is our TV Tokyo Production Department's youngest, most trusted, and most promising head of the production department, Hiroshi Nohara!"

(End of this chapter)