I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 204 Information Cocoon! Identity Recognition! Political Correctness! Let's Go Big!

And you? You monster, what are you thinking?
The air in the conference room seemed to be drawn into a vacuum the moment President Shimadzu asked that question.

Sakata Nobuhiko, Asumi, and Takada Toshihide's hearts skipped a beat almost simultaneously.

They turned around abruptly, and three pairs of eyes, filled with shock, astonishment, and a hint of "please don't say anything out of line," all focused on the young man who had remained silent throughout.

Are you kidding me? !

The president of Shimadzu Corporation... actually sought the opinion of a mere 23-year-old at this crucial moment that would determine the selection of TV Tokyo, the mayor of Tokyo, and even the future of the entire "Greater Tokyo faction"?!
This is not just simple valuing, it's practically... almost blind!
Hiroshi Nohara felt the three gazes that seemed to pierce through him, and a perfectly timed look of embarrassment and helplessness appeared on his face.

He slowly stood up from his seat, first bowing respectfully to President Shimazu, and then shrugging with a wry smile.

"President Shimadzu, you think too highly of me."

His voice echoed clearly in everyone's ears, his humility and composure creating a peculiar and amusing contrast with the tense and solemn atmosphere around him: "Governor Koike's successful re-election is entirely due to his political prestige accumulated over the years, as well as his people-oriented and caring governing philosophy, which has won the approval of the people. I... I just happened to make a movie about Akita dogs, how could I dare to take credit for it?"

"Yes, President!" Asumi was the first to react. He stood up abruptly, his usually cheerful face now filled with anxiety, like an old father afraid his child would say the wrong thing: "Hiroshi-kun is still young. He... he doesn't understand politics at all! Please don't make things difficult for him!"

“That’s right, President.” Takada Toshihide chimed in, a rare “protective” look appearing on his usually gloomy face: “Elections are complicated matters, and one move can affect the whole situation. Hiroshi is just a producer after all, it’s really asking too much of him to think about these things.”

Nobuhiko Sakata went directly to President Shimazu's side, looking at his mentor and friend with genuine concern in his eyes.

"President, you should rest first." His voice was gentle yet powerful, like the strongest shield protecting Hiroshi Nohara behind him: "We'll discuss the election later. Your health is the most important thing. We absolutely cannot have any more mishaps. Otherwise, even if we win the election, we subordinates won't be at ease."

However, despite repeated attempts by his three trusted lieutenants to dissuade him, President Shimazu simply shook his head slowly.

He let out a long breath, a breath that carried an indescribable weariness, as well as a volcanic eruption of resentment and anger.

"I'm really... unwilling to accept this," he murmured to himself, a fierce fire reigniting in his cloudy eyes.

He pursed his dry lips, as if making a decision, and slowly uttered the earth-shattering secret that would shake the entire conference room.

"Just last month, I... went to the United States."

"what?!"

Nobuhiko Sakata's body trembled violently!
"Moreover, I also met with senior executives from the U.S. Treasury Department and several top investment banks." President Shimadzu's voice became low and oppressive, each word like a precise hammer blow striking the hearts of everyone present: "They told me that they... they will soon be targeting the Japanese economy."

"Moreover, this time, it will be an unprecedented, swift and decisive action!"

"boom--!"

These words were like a nuclear bomb, instantly exploding in the conference room!
"President! What...what did you say?! The Americans are going to attack us?!" Asumi jumped up from his seat, his eyes wide open, his face filled with disbelief and horror!
"Is...is this true? Is the news reliable?" Takada Toshihide's voice trembled slightly, and a deep fear appeared on his usually gloomy face.

Nobuhiko Sakata grabbed President Shimazu's arm, his shrewd eyes brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "President! Please tell me in detail! What exactly happened?!"

Looking at the three "old buddies" in front of him, their cheeks flushed with excitement and their eyes sparkling, President Shimazu couldn't help but feel a touch of warmth in his heart, which had long been hardened by reality.

He knew these people were his most trustworthy comrades.

He nodded slowly, his solemn expression making the air in the entire conference room seem to freeze.

“It’s true.” His voice was hoarse but full of strength: “It was bound to happen. After the Plaza Accord, Japan’s economy developed too fast, so fast that it frightened the Americans. They will not allow a second country in the world to challenge their hegemonic position.”

"Baka yarou!" Asumi slammed his fist on the table, his usually cheerful face now filled with barely suppressed rage: "Those damn Americans! They...they're robbers! Bandits!"

“That’s right! We’ve worked hard for decades to achieve today’s prosperity! What right do they have… what right do they have to destroy it like this?!” Takada Toshihide chimed in, his gloomy face now covered in veins.

"Calm down!" Although Nobuhiko Sakata was also filled with anger, his years of professional training allowed him to retain a sliver of rationality: "President, then... what should we do now?!"

However, faced with the three men's anger and questioning, President Shimazu simply raised his hand slowly, a gesture filled with helplessness and dejection.

"So..." He sighed deeply, his voice tinged with the sorrow of a hero's demise, "I need to unite all the key forces within Japan to preserve Japan's economic foundation as much as possible before this storm arrives. At the same time, we must take this opportunity to completely eradicate those economic cancers that have long been ingrained in our bones!"

"An economic cancer?" Asuka was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. He looked at the president of Shimadzu, his usually cheerful eyes filled with confusion: "President, what... are you talking about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the conference room.

Nobuhiko Sakata and Toshihide Takada both fell silent instinctively.

They exchanged a glance, and both saw the same solemnity and... a hint of fear in each other's eyes.

They knew what President Shimadzu was talking about.

"real estate."

In the end, it was President Shimazu himself who opened Pandora's box, a box that everyone knew about but dared not touch lightly.

"Those guys who got rich overnight through real estate don't understand economics at all!" The Shimadzu president's voice turned cold and full of disdain: "All they know is to use bank loans to frantically acquire land, build buildings, and then sell them at even higher prices to ordinary people who are also blinded by the 'land myth'! They are like a swarm of greedy locusts, slowly gnawing away at the future of Japan!"

"And do you think they have no one backing them?" President Shimadzu sneered, his voice filled with self-mockery and anger: "Standing behind them are those Americans who hope for the complete collapse of our Japanese economy! They are those Wall Street financial giants! They are the Americans who have plunged a... dagger into the heart of our Japanese economy!"

"Once this sharp knife is fully detonated, once the real estate bubble is completely burst, then Japan's economy will collapse instantly! The stock market will crash, assets will shrink, countless people will be ruined and displaced! At that time, the wealth we have accumulated over the past few decades will become prey for those Americans! Japan will be completely reduced to their economic colony!"

"At that time, what we will lose will not only be money, but also... the future! The future of our entire nation, an entire generation, or even two generations! It will take at least fifteen to twenty years for our economy to recover!"

President Shimazu's voice, like the heaviest funeral bell, echoed in everyone's ears.

The vision of a future filled with despair and destruction sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

"So..." President Shimazu's voice rang out again, the sorrow gradually replaced by an indomitable fighting spirit: "That's why I'm running for mayor this time! That's why I'm going to join those like-minded people who also care about the future of the country, to completely kick those real estate parasites out of the core of power in Tokyo!"

"I want Japan's economy to achieve a soft landing, not... crash!"

The conference room fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone was completely shocked by President Shimadzu's "declaration," which was filled with tragedy and determination.

Looking at the elderly man with gray hair yet still full of fighting spirit, their hearts, which had long been numbed by reality, were ignited at this moment by an unprecedented emotion called "sense of mission".

"President..." Nobuhiko Sakata's voice was slightly hoarse as he looked at President Shimazu, his eyes filled with admiration and helplessness: "We...we're just TV station employees, we only know how to produce programs and how to increase ratings. As for the economy, as for the future of Japan...we...we really can't help much."

"Who said we can't help?" Upon hearing this, President Shimazu suddenly chuckled and cast his expectant and trusting gaze upon everyone present.

"We also have our mission." His voice became gentle yet full of strength: "That is, to reassure the people of Japan. No matter what happens in the future, no matter how bad the economy becomes, we must never let our people fall into panic, into chaos, into... despair."

"We want to use our program to warm their hearts, heal them, and give them the hope and courage to live on."

"This is the most important role that TV Tokyo will play in this upcoming battle for the nation's destiny."

Nobuhiko Sakata, Asumi, and Toshihide Takada listened quietly, their expressions freezing in an instant.

They looked at each other and saw the same solemnity, the same responsibility, and a fighting spirit that had been completely ignited in each other's eyes.

They knew that President Shimadzu was right.

They, too, have their battlefield.

"Ugh……"

After a long while, Asuka let out a long sigh, his voice filled with complex emotions.

This road is destined to be full of thorns and obstacles.

However, amidst this solemn and tragic atmosphere, a voice, calm to the point of being indifferent, suddenly rang out.

"I don't think it's necessarily that pessimistic."

The one who spoke was the young man who had remained silent throughout – Hiroshi Nohara.

He remained seated calmly, a faint smile on his face, his clear eyes undisturbed, as if the discussion that had just concerned the fate of the nation was nothing more than a routine work report to him.

Hiroshi Nohara's heart was churning with turbulent emotions, but beneath those emotions lay a hint of schadenfreude that only he could understand.

The Lost Thirty Years?

Looking at the group of important figures before him, who were deeply worried about the future of Japan, he couldn't help but let out a cold, mocking laugh.

Do you think it's just a matter of losing thirty years?
too naive.

In his previous life, he had witnessed firsthand how Japan, once an economic giant capable of rivaling the United States, gradually degenerated into an economic dwarf that couldn't even control its own country's fate.

The real estate bubble that began in the late 80s was like a balloon that was blown up infinitely. In the end, it was ruthlessly punctured by the poison needle called "interest rate hikes" from the Americans.

What followed was a prolonged and seemingly endless period of economic stagnation lasting for decades.

The stock market crashed, housing prices plummeted, businesses went bankrupt, unemployment soared... everything collapsed like dominoes.

Countless middle-class people were plunged into abject poverty overnight.

Faced with a hopeless future, countless young people chose to "lie flat" and became the so-called "Heisei NEETs" (Not in Education, Employment, or Training).

Meanwhile, those high-quality core assets that the Japanese were once proud of, such as semiconductors, automobiles, and high-end manufacturing, were frantically acquired, swallowed up, and dismantled by Wall Street capital that had been eyeing them for a long time, at prices almost like "cabbage".

Let alone the loss of thirty years, even in 2025 before his time travel, Japan's economy was still stagnant and sluggish.

What's lost isn't just thirty years.
That's clearly... a lifetime!
But what does this have to do with him?

He was just a time traveler, a lucky one who happened to arrive in this era full of opportunities and challenges.

What he needs to do is to seize enough benefits for himself and the Nohara family in this upcoming, unprecedented reshuffling of wealth.

As for the future of Japan?
Hehe, what's it to me?

Thinking of this, Hiroshi Nohara's lips curled into a barely perceptible, cold smile.

He knew his chance had come.

Hiroshi Nohara then spoke up, saying, "I don't think it's necessarily that pessimistic."

These words were like a pebble thrown into a still lake, instantly creating ripples and breaking the suffocating heaviness.

Nobuhiko Sakata, Asumi, Toshihide Takada, and the Shimazu president who had just been immersed in tragedy and determination, almost simultaneously turned their heads sharply. Their four gazes, filled with shock, astonishment, confusion, and even... a hint of absurdity, all focused on the young man who had remained silent from beginning to end.

“Hiroshi-kun, you…” Nobuhiko Sakata’s lips moved, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Nohara-kun, this is not the time for jokes!" Asumi stood up abruptly from his seat, his usually cheerful face now filled with anxiety and disapproval: "This concerns the fate of the entire nation of Japan! How could you say such... such light words?!"

“Yes, Hiroshi.” Takada Toshihide frowned as well, a rare seriousness appearing on his usually gloomy face. “We’ve all experienced the Americans’ methods. For the past few decades since the war, they’ve been like a mountain weighing on our heads—politics, economics, culture… In which area can we truly escape their control? What do we have to fight them with?!”

Takada Toshihide's words, like the coldest reality, ruthlessly extinguished the last glimmer of fighting spirit that had just ignited in the conference room.

A deep sense of helplessness and bitterness also appeared on Nobuhiko Sakata's face.

He sighed deeply, his voice weary: "Takada-kun is right." His voice was hoarse and filled with resentment: "We...we simply cannot resist. From the highest levels of politics to the economic lifeline, and even cultural infiltration, they have already extended their tentacles into every corner of our country. We are like butterflies trapped in a spider web, and no matter how much we struggle, we cannot escape that invisible net that they have so meticulously woven."

"Baka!" Asumi slammed his fist on the table again, his usually cheerful eyes now burning with rage: "I'm just not reconciled! We Japanese, in terms of talent, wisdom, and diligence, in what way are we inferior to those Americans?! What we lack is just land area, just the limited resources under our feet!"

He turned his head sharply, casting his expectant yet resentful gaze at Hiroshi Nohara, his voice as mournful as a cuckoo's cry of blood.

“Hiroshi-kun! I believe in you!” His voice trembled slightly, and his heartfelt trust touched everyone present: “Give you enough time, with your talent, we will definitely surpass the United States in the fields of culture and literature! We definitely will!” The conference room fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone was silent.

However, beneath this silence, an undercurrent called "identity" is surging.

Yes, they all believe it.

They all believed that this man, who was too young yet unfathomable, possessed the power to change the world.

However, President Shimazu simply shook his head slowly.

He looked at Hiroshi Nohara, and in his sharp, hawk-like eyes gleamed a deeper, almost pleading light.

He knew that Tomorrow Sea was talking about the future.

What he needs now is the present.

"Nohara-kun." President Shimazu's voice became more solemn than ever before. The authority that belonged to a superior transformed into a request that was almost equal: "If you really have any good publicity strategies, please... help me."

At that moment, everyone's breath seemed to stop.

Hiroshi Nohara finally snapped out of his reverie, a reverie that only he could understand, filled with mockery and schadenfreude.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him, whose hair was gray but whose fighting spirit was still high. A trace of complexity, which was not easily detected, flashed in his usually calm eyes.

He thought of the era that would come after him, an era completely overwhelmed by the flood of information.

He thought of that, surrounded by countless fragmented pieces of junk information and meticulously crafted traffic traps.

He thought of that, the kind of cage called an "information cocoon".

They were precisely divided into groups that did not understand each other by big data.

They thought they owned the whole world, but in the end, they only lived on that information island.

What he needs to do now is bring this "weapon," which was proven to be invincible in his previous life but was full of deadly poison, to this era ahead of schedule.

Seeing Hiroshi Nohara deep in thought, Nobuhiko Sakata, Asumi, and Toshihide Takada exchanged glances again.

This time, their eyes no longer held worry and doubt, but rather... a flame ignited completely, a flame called "hope"!

“Hiroshi-kun… he… he seems to really have an idea!” Asumi’s voice trembled slightly, and he looked at Hiroshi Nohara with the same look he had when looking at a god about to create a miracle.

"Yes." Takada Toshihide nodded heavily, his face now showing an uncontrollable excitement: "Every time he shows this expression, it means that something earth-shattering has popped into his monstrous brain, something that is enough to overturn all our understanding!"

Nobuhiko Sakata held his breath, looking at Hiroshi Nohara with an indescribable anticipation in his shrewd eyes.

"Nohara-kun..." President Shimazu's voice became urgent. His usual composure as a leader vanished at this moment, replaced by a desperate yearning, as if grasping at a straw: "You...you really have a way?"

Hiroshi Nohara slowly raised his head.

He looked at the four people in front of him, who represented the highest authority of "TV Tokyo," and who were now looking at him expectantly. A calm yet powerful smile appeared on his face.

“Yes, President Shimadzu.” He spoke softly, his tone calm yet full of strength: “I do have an immature idea.”

He paused, then slowly uttered the name that was enough to make this era tremble.

“I call it the ‘information cocoon’ propaganda strategy.”

"Information cocoon?"

President Shimazu, Nobuhiko Sakata, Asumi, and Toshihide Takada almost simultaneously repeated this unfamiliar word, their faces filled with the same confusion and curiosity.

"Hiroshi-kun, what... what does this mean?" Takada Toshihide, the former leader of the "Tokyo Faction" known for his calm and rationality, was the first to ask.

Hiroshi Nohara simply smiled calmly. He knew that it would indeed take some time for these big shots, who were still living in the era of traditional media, to understand this concept, which was full of postmodern deconstructionist elements.

"Everyone, please imagine this." His voice, like the most precise musical notes, instantly drew everyone's attention: "What are our traditional methods of propaganda? We use newspapers and television to widely disseminate the information we want to convey. This method is like using a large net to catch fish in an entire pond. Although it can catch some, it is inefficient, and what is caught may not all be the fish we want."

“And what about the ‘information cocoon’?” He paused, a confident smile curving his lips. “It’s not made with a net, but with… countless fishing rods, each with a different bait.”

"A bait?" Upon hearing this, Asuka raised an eyebrow, an expression of interest appearing on her face.

“That’s right, bait.” Hiroshi Nohara nodded, looking at the expectant expressions on everyone’s faces, and slowly revealed the answer: “The first thing we need to do is to conduct market research and segment all our citizens…”

"This segmentation is no longer based on traditional regions, occupations, or ages. Instead, it is based on their interests, their values, and their lifestyles."

"For example, we can categorize those who like to keep pets, especially dogs, into the 'dog lovers' group. We can categorize women who are busy with household chores and daily life into the 'housewives' group. We can categorize young people who are full of hope for the future and enthusiasm for society into the 'passionate youth' group. And we can categorize those who like anime, games, and otaku culture into the 'otaku' group..."

"And then?" Nobuhiko Sakata pressed, a look of sudden realization flashing in his shrewd eyes.

“Then,” Hiroshi Nohara’s voice became deep and powerful, “we created exclusive content for these different groups that they would like and believe in the most.”

"For example, for 'dog lovers,' we vigorously promote how President Shimadzu loves animals and cares for stray dogs. We showcase heartwarming scenes of you interacting closely with those poor little animals."

“Targeting ‘housewives,’ we will vigorously promote how you care about people’s livelihoods, how you are committed to lowering prices, and how you have secured more welfare and security for them. Through newspapers and television news, we can continuously instill in them the idea that President Shimadzu is their most caring ‘family member’!”

"For 'passionate young people,' we will vigorously promote how you support young people in starting their own businesses and how you provide them with more opportunities and platforms. We will listen to their dreams and encourage their passion!"

“We use these tailor-made messages, full of ‘identity’, to wrap each of them up. We make them feel understood, valued, and listened to. We make them feel that you, President Shimadzu, are the most steadfast advocate for their group!”

"Ultimately, these groups, enveloped in information, will be like silkworms in their cocoons, only willing to believe the 'mulberry leaves' we feed them. They will spontaneously cheer for us, contribute their votes, and even actively attack those 'outliers' who disagree with them!"

"This is the 'information cocoon'."

Hiroshi Nohara's voice echoed calmly in the conference room.

However, the scene he depicted, filled with precise calculations and manipulation of public opinion, sent a chill down everyone's spine.

“This…this is…” Nobuhiko Sakata’s breathing became rapid. He looked at Hiroshi Nohara, his shrewd eyes filled with disbelief and horror: “Isn’t this just… catering to their tastes?! We create content based on what the audience likes! Then, we use that content to connect with them, to please them, and ultimately, to get them to willingly cast their votes for us!”

"Yes." Hiroshi Nohara simply nodded calmly, his nonchalant demeanor making it seem as if what he had just said was not a shocking conspiracy capable of overturning the entire electoral system, but merely an ordinary program proposal.

"Ugh!" Asumi jumped up from his seat, his face filled with fear. "This...this isn't an election! This is...this is manipulation! They're treating all of us citizens like puppets to be controlled at will!"

"Tomorrow's Sea Prince, calm down!" Although Takada Toshihide was also filled with shock, his strategist's composure allowed him to maintain his last shred of rationality.

He looked at Hiroshi Nohara, his deep eyes flashing with a complex light that was both fearful and fanatical: "Hiroshi-kun, your idea is just too... too terrifying. This isn't just simple propaganda, it's practically... social engineering!"

“Yes, Hiroshi-kun.” Nobuhiko Sakata echoed, his usually serious face now filled with struggle: “Our TV Tokyo has always been founded on ‘fairness,’ ‘objectivity,’ and ‘truth.’ If we really used such methods, which are almost ‘brainwashing,’ to interfere in the election, then… what right do we have to call ourselves the ‘conscience of the media’?”

However, amidst this outcry filled with moral struggles and idealism, a burst of unrestrained, even cruel, laughter suddenly rang out.

"Hahahahahaha!"

President Shimazu, an old man who had just been grieving for the fate of the nation, suddenly slapped his thigh and burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

The voice was filled with undisguised admiration and...ecstasy!
“Interesting! Absolutely fascinating!” He pointed at Hiroshi Nohara, his sharp, hawk-like eyes gleaming with the excitement of a worthy opponent: “I’ve lived for over sixty years and participated in countless elections, and I’ve never heard of such… such a brilliant idea!”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three subordinates who were already stunned by his "abnormal" behavior. A disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Conscience? Justice?" He sneered, his voice filled with a world-weary weariness and... helplessness: "What do you think politics is? Is it about wining and dining, about being gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, and modest? Let me tell you, politics is war! It's a war of life and death, a war without gunpowder!"

"In this war, there is no right or wrong, only victory and defeat! The winners can write history and define justice! The losers can only be swept into the dustbin of history and be scorned by everyone!"

"So, I don't care what means I use!" His voice turned cold yet powerful: "I only care about whether I can win! After all, only by winning can I contribute to the people and to Japan!"

He turned his head and once again cast his gaze, filled with fervor and admiration, at Hiroshi Nohara.

"Nohara-kun, your idea is absolutely brilliant! Absolutely ingenious!" He was so excited he was almost incoherent, his heartfelt admiration overflowing. "We don't need everyone's support! We just need the 'approval' of the majority group that we've 'segmented'! This... this is practically a foolproof way to win an election!"

Hiroshi Nohara simply smiled calmly, his humility and composure perfectly measured.

"President, you flatter me. This is just a small, immature idea of ​​mine, and it needs someone like you to help refine it."

Although he said that, he couldn't help but let out a mocking sneer in his heart.

A foolproof method?
This is hardly a sure-fire winning strategy; it's clearly... a deadly poison capable of destroying a nation!
In their past lives, Americans relied on this exquisitely packaged "identity politics" to gradually push their once incredibly powerful nation into the abyss of division and decline.

They use various labels to divide their citizens into groups that are hostile to and attack each other.

They used "political correctness" to strangle what should have been the foundation of a nation.

How can a country that doesn't even know who it is, a country filled with division and hatred, possibly have a future?
Anyone who uses this tactic is doomed.

Moreover, the deeper one goes, the more gruesome the death will be.

But what does this have to do with him?

He was just a time traveler who happened to know the "answer".

Thinking of this, Hiroshi Nohara's humble smile became even more genuine.

"Actually, this method is not without its drawbacks." He spoke softly, his "concern for the country and its people" demeanor moving everyone present: "If used improperly, it could indeed exacerbate the antagonism and division within social groups. However, if we can control it within a reasonable range, then it can actually make our people... easier to manage."

He paused, then gave a simple and straightforward example.

"It's like making a movie," he said with a smile, his nonchalant demeanor making it seem as if what he had just described wasn't a earth-shattering conspiracy concerning the fate of the nation, but simply an ordinary film proposal: "We know that some viewers like heartwarming tearjerker films. Some viewers like action-packed thrillers. Some viewers like mind-bending suspense thrillers. So we just make movies that cater to these different audiences, movies that they like best. This way, we can not only make money, but also gain their love and support. Isn't that a win-win situation?"

"Hahahaha! Well said! Absolutely right!"

Upon hearing these words, President Shimazu could no longer contain himself. He slapped his thigh and burst into laughter.

The sound was filled with unbridled joy and triumph.

"A perfect solution! That's a great phrase!" He pointed at Hiroshi Nohara, his sharp, hawk-like eyes filled with undisguised admiration and ecstasy. "I love it! I love this method! Let's do it this way! In this election, we'll use this 'information cocoon' to have a good time with that guy, Mikami Tanaka!"

He was so excited that he even stood up from his seat and shouted loudly at his secretary outside the door.

"Quick! Get me paper and pen! I want to personally record Nohara-kun's brilliant idea in its entirety!"

Looking at his excited expression, Hiroshi Nohara gave a helpless yet "sincere" smile.

"President, please don't worry." He spoke softly, his composed demeanor captivating everyone present. "However, starting to plan now is indeed a bit late. But if we can concentrate all our resources and launch a high-intensity, high-density, saturated publicity campaign through our various channels on TV Tokyo and the tabloids willing to cooperate with us, perhaps... there is still a chance."

“That’s right! That’s right! Nohara-kun is right!” President Shimazu nodded in deep agreement. He looked at Hiroshi Nohara with an indescribable trust and reliance in his eyes.

He didn't say anything more, but took the paper and pen he had just received from his secretary and hurriedly walked out of the meeting room.

That figure was filled with decisive and swift action, and a tragic air of someone about to head to the battlefield.

He was going to go immediately and share this "sure-win method," which was enough to change the entire political landscape of Japan, with his like-minded friends who also cared about the future of the country!
If they can use this tactic, then perhaps their Liberal Democratic Party can perfectly win election after election.

Ultimately, he became the true ruler of Japan.

Win everything!
PS: Only one update today. My cousin is getting married, so I'm really busy. Sorry.

(End of this chapter)