I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 73 This painting method cannot be imitated! The gloom in Iwata's classroom!
In Iwata's classroom, which is separated from Nohara's classroom by a wall, the air is filled with vanity and restlessness.

Masao Iwata crossed his legs and leaned back on the leather chair that symbolized his status as section chief. He held a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers, but there was a lingering gloom in his eyes.

The office door was gently pushed open.

"Section Chief!"

The assistant named Kojima sneaked in with an excited look on his face, as if he was seeking credit. He walked quickly to Masao Iwata's desk and lowered his voice, as if he was reporting some top-secret military intelligence.

"Section Chief Iwata, I've found out everything!" Kojima's voice was filled with flattery: "That Nohara Hiroshi next door is really making a live-action drama in the form of a unit drama! And... and..."

"And what? Stop hesitating!" Masao Iwata flicked the ash off his cigarette impatiently.

"And they even invited director Kurosawa Eiji over!"

Kojima's voice suddenly rose, his face filled with disbelief. "I saw it with my own eyes! Director Kurosawa entered their studio, and it seemed...it seemed like he was playing a role!"

"what?!"

Masao Iwata suddenly sat up straight in his chair, and a solemn expression appeared on his face, which always had a bit of arrogance.

Kurosawa Eiji!

Although this name once shone on Kanto TV.

But in the eyes of Tokyo TV, especially the old people in the production department, the weight it represents is extraordinary even now.

It is not only the title of a first-class director, but also a spiritual banner of "samurai drama".

Although this flag has faded somewhat in recent years, as long as it is still standing there, it is enough to have an immeasurable impact on the power structure of the entire TV station.

He originally thought that Asumi's handing over the S-level project to Nohara Hiroshi was just a helpless move by the Kanto faction to use a young man as cannon fodder when there was no one else available.

But now, even an old stubborn person like Kurosawa Eiji, who almost never gets involved in factional struggles, has been asked to come out...

The nature of this game of chess changed in an instant.

"It's obvious that the Kanto faction is about to use its big moves..." Iwata Masao's face became much more serious. He slammed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and muttered to himself.

This is no longer a simple crackdown on a newcomer.

It was obvious that the old fox Asumi was using Nohara Hiroshi's overly sharp knife to launch a long-planned general attack on the position that their "Tokyo faction" had held for many years!

Everyone in the office felt the sudden rise in tension and fell silent.

Only Hashijitaro in the corner had an even uglier expression than Iwata Masao.

It was a liver-colored color mixed with shame, unwillingness, and anger.

Just now, he just went to the bathroom, but the short distance of a few steps made him feel like he was walking on a torture path full of sharp knives.

In the corridor, those colleagues from the Kanto faction who had once been acquaintances with him and even had drinks with him, without exception, cast cold and contemptuous glances at him when they saw him.

That look was like looking at a pile of disgusting garbage.

He could only lower his head and quicken his pace, looking as embarrassed as a rat crossing the street.

But even so, he still saw in the bathroom mirror that a lighting technician, with whom he used to have a good relationship, silently spitting at him.

And after he hid in the cubicle, the faint mocking voices outside, which were deliberately suppressed but just loud enough for him to hear, were like red-hot steel needles, piercing his heart fiercely.

"See? That's the 'top student' from Suzuki's classroom."

"Oh, a top student? I think he's a traitor who sells out his master for personal gain."

"It's really a disgrace to us Kanto people. For the position of deputy section chief, he even betrayed his own people. Look at his current state. He doesn't even dare to raise his head when he sees us."

"There's nothing I can do about it. Dogs are like that. When they see their new master, they naturally wag their tails and beg for mercy. I just wonder if he can sleep at night?"

Hashijitaro clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but the sharp pain was far less intense than the humiliation and anger he felt at being humiliated in public.

It's not that he hasn't felt guilty.

But he had already suppressed that sense of guilt with reasons like "The Kanto faction never trained me" and "I also want to climb up."

What's wrong with him?

In Suzuki's classroom, all the glory belongs to that monster Hiroshi Nohara. He is like a satellite that never shines and can only revolve around the sun.

He doesn't want to live like that anymore!
He wants to prove himself, to stand out! Is that wrong?!

No!

Hashijitaro gritted his teeth, walked out of the cubicle, and splashed cold water on his face. The cold stimulation made his confused thoughts clear and firm again.

He wants to achieve results!
He wants to use the success of the third season of "Dark Zhiju" to slap these guys in the face!

He wanted to let them know that he, Hashiji Ichiro, was not anyone's vassal and he was equally capable!

So when he returned to the office, his flushed face was filled with a desperate determination: "Section Chief Iwata! Everyone! We can't wait any longer! The next door has already started, and we have to work overtime today to finish the beginning of Season 3!"

His words were like a shot of adrenaline, livening up the dull atmosphere in the office.

"That's right! Hashimoto-kun is right!"

Iwata Masao also walked out of the office at this time. Seeing everyone so active, he immediately stood up and clapped his hands, encouraging them in a very inflammatory tone:
"Did everyone hear that? Our opponents are already sharpening their knives, so we can't let our guard down! It's true that the golden signboard of "Anzhiju" was built by Nohara Hiroshi, but now it's in our hands! We will show everyone that we, Iwata Classroom, can also make it achieve greater glory!"

He paused, his eyes swept over everyone, and his tone became particularly serious:
"I've already signed a pledge with the top management! The ratings for Season 3 will absolutely not be any worse than Season 2! So, I'm here to remind everyone, what we need to do now isn't innovation, but continuity! We must strictly follow the successful model of Seasons 1 and 2! As long as we maintain this base, relying on the reputation accumulated by 'Dark Zhiju', a successful start for Season 3 will be a piece of cake!"

"Oh!!" A cheer erupted in the office.

However, amidst this forcibly aroused enthusiasm, a voice with a hint of complaint sounded faintly from the corner.

"Um... Section Chief Iwata, Deputy Section Chief Hashimoto."

A thin, bespectacled young artist raised his hand with a look of distress on his face. "This style of painting... is really too difficult to imitate."

He is a little-known cartoonist who was hired by Masao Iwata at a high price. He is responsible for the original drawings of the third season of "Anshijiri".

"It looks very simple, like a child's graffiti. But when I actually started to write, I realized it was not like that at all."

The artist scratched his head and pointed at the crooked lines on his drawing, his face full of confusion:
"Every stroke has a deliberate roughness that's very hard to nail. And the color, you see, it's not just a dark hue; it seems to have some strange, dirty colors mixed in. I spent hours mixing it, but I couldn't quite achieve that eerie, aged feel."

These words made Iwata Masao and Hashiji Ichiro look a little embarrassed in an instant.

They are not professional painters, so naturally they can't explain it clearly.

Iwata Masao could only cough dryly and said in a tone that brooked no argument: "It's difficult, and the reward is high. We only want the results, and you can figure out the process yourself. As long as you can complete it, money is not a problem."

"...Okay." The painter sighed and could only bite the bullet and continue to paint hard.

Party A’s father is right.

Life is not easy, even cattle and horses sigh.

Masao Iwata and Ichiro Hashimoto came over, picked up the newly drawn drafts, and looked at them over and over again.

As they watched, both of them frowned.

"I always feel like... something is wrong." Masao Iwata pondered.

"Yeah." Hashijitachi nodded in agreement. "It doesn't have that feeling that Nohara's drawings bring. Even when his paintings are still, you can feel a sense of... a sense of the camera moving. It's very oppressive. This... is too peaceful."

After hearing the two people's discussion, the painter finally couldn't help but raised his head and complained:
"My two lords, I'm a comic book artist. I focus on story and composition. That sense of camera you're talking about is the job of the director and storyboard artist. I've looked at the manuscript you gave me, and it's not just ordinary comic book drawing. It's storyboarding in the form of comics! Every frame's perspective and shot size have been specially adjusted!"

Hashijitaro subconsciously retorted, "But...but Nohara can finish the draft of an episode in just over ten minutes and fill in the colors in half an hour!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the painter's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Hashiji Ichiro as if he was looking at an alien.

"Ten minutes? Half an hour?!" he cried helplessly. "Are you kidding me?! This is impossible! Unless he's a god! No! Even if he were a god, he'd have to follow basic rules, right?! This kind of painting requires calculation for every stroke, and repeated adjustments for every color. Forget ten minutes, I wouldn't even be able to finish a page in a day! Unless... unless it's done by tracing or photocopying directly, no one could possibly complete this kind of work!"

The painter's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of Masao Iwata and Hashimoto Ichiro.

The two looked at each other, opened their mouths, but couldn't say a word.

The enthusiasm that had just been aroused in the office cooled down in an instant.

"...You, forget it! Just continue painting." Iwata Masao looked a little embarrassed. He waved his hand and pulled Hashiji Ichiro out of the office.

The two men stood at the end of the corridor, lit cigarettes, and puffed away in silence.

Night had fallen unknowingly. Outside the window was the dazzling neon lights of Tokyo. The light shone on the two people's faces, making their expressions seem even gloomier.

Just then, an assistant who had just returned from next door saw them and ran over quickly with an excited expression on his face as if he was looking forward to a good show.

"Section Chief Iwata, Vice Section Chief Hashimoto, have you heard? That guy next door, Nohara Hiroshi, has gone crazy! He actually said he can finish filming the first episode of their drama in just one afternoon and one evening!"

This news surprised the two of them.

Look at each other.

Immediately, the suppressed emotions on their faces, after a brief moment of surprise, instantly turned into gloating sneers.

"Hahahaha!" Iwata Masao was the first to burst out laughing, his laughter filled with contempt and disdain. "Finished filming one episode? Does he think this is just playing house? It's obvious he's a newbie who knows nothing!"

He seemed to have heard the funniest joke of the year, pointed in the direction of the next door, and said to Hashijitachi:
"When filming a live-action drama, the biggest taboo is rushing the production schedule! Actors' emotions need time to develop, lighting and scenes need time to be polished, and every shot needs to be carefully considered! If he does this, forget about producing a masterpiece, and the final product probably won't even meet broadcast standards! By then, the actors' acting skills will collapse, and the finished product will be so shoddy it's unbearable to watch!"

"That's right!"

Hashijitaro seemed to have found an outlet and nodded heavily in agreement.

The gloom on his face caused by humiliation disappeared, replaced by a sense of superiority in intelligence:

"He must be getting carried away! He thinks just because he's successful with animation, he can do the same with live-action dramas! He simply doesn't understand that these two fields are completely different! Animation emphasizes efficiency and time, but live-action dramas emphasize persistence and timing! I think his new S-level project is going to fail miserably this time! And it's going to be a disaster!"

"We'll see."

The corners of Iwata Masao's mouth curved up in a cruel arc. "Ashiro is blindly betting on him. If his project fails, I don't think the entire Kanto faction will have the dignity to stay in the company!"

The two men smiled at each other, and the laughter echoed in the empty corridor, full of self-righteous pride and pleasure.

They seemed to have seen the young man who was ignorant of the immensity of the world and had his head broken and bleeding after being hit by the iron wall of reality.

Outside the window behind them, Tokyo Tower was gently flickering, quietly watching the scenes being played out in the building, the tragedy and comedy of the ambitious and dreamers.

No one wants their opponent to succeed.

just now.

That's what they are both like!

What's more, the production of the third season of "Dark Zhiju" was not going smoothly, which seemed to be a dark cloud weighing on their hearts.

Now there is such news.

They were so happy!
PS: Brothers, if possible, please continue to ask for some recommendation votes! And if you have any good ideas, you can also talk about them in the comment area ~ I will read them ~
(End of this chapter)