I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 90: "Anzhiju" is back! Nohara's trump card!

Takada Toshihide's face, which always had a gloomy look, forced out a kind smile that was uglier than crying. The wrinkles in that smile were so deep that they could kill a fly.

There was no way. As Asumi said, he was really scolded at the board meeting.

Now even though he is the executive deputy director, he has no choice but to bow his head.

of course.

He bowed his head literally, and he couldn't really bow his head to Nohara Hiroshi, otherwise what would happen to his authority as the executive deputy director?
Takada Toshihide picked up the cup of Uji Matcha in front of him, which was brewed by Iwata Masao himself and exuded a rich seaweed aroma. He took a sip and then let out an exaggerated exclamation as if his tongue was burned by something, or as if he had tasted some unparalleled delicacy.

“Good tea, really good tea!”

He put down the teacup, but his eyes passed the rising steam and fell on Nohara Hiroshi's face, which was a little too young. His eyes were as sincere as a devout believer who came to the temple to pray to the gods.

"Teacher Nohara."

He even changed his address. His voice was filled with the warmth of an elder addressing a younger one, full of expectation. "I asked Deputy Director Ming Rihai to invite you here today. Actually, I have a request that I cannot ask."

"Please speak, Deputy Director Takada." Nohara Hiroshi just smiled and nodded, without any problem with etiquette.

"It's about 'Anzhiju'."

Takada Shunei sighed deeply, a hint of grief and sorrow perfectly revealed on his gloomy face. "This planning brand was created by you. It can be said to be the most successful and valuable gold signboard of our Tokyo TV in recent years. But..."

He changed the subject, and his cold eyes, like knives, fiercely glared at Masao Iwata, who was already shaking like a sieve beside him.

"But it's all my fault for not judging people well and employing them wisely. I handed such an important project to a... useless person like Iwata-kun! The reputation has collapsed, the audience is complaining, and even the board of directors is alarmed! I... as the boss, I have an unshirkable responsibility!"

He spoke these words with great emotion, as if he was really regretful and annoyed.

"So, Mr. Nohara, I'm here today to ask you, on behalf of the production department and myself, to give 'Anzhiju' another chance. Please... take it back. Only in the hands of you, a true 'father', can it be revitalized and not allowed to die in the dust."

These words are truly heartfelt and touching.

If you ignore the calculation and unwillingness that flashed in his eyes.

"...This." Nohara Hiroshi's face showed just the right amount of embarrassment when he heard this.

He glanced at Asumi beside him, his voice filled with helplessness:

"Deputy Director Takada, you're being too kind. However, the original contract clearly stated that I had transferred all copyrights of 'Anzhiju' to the production bureau. Legally speaking, it's no longer my work."

"and."

He spread his hands, like a creator drained of all inspiration. "As you can see, the workload on my current project, 'Wonderful Stories of the World,' is incredibly overwhelming. I'm completely overwhelmed every day. I really... feel powerless."

These words undoubtedly kicked the ball back to the starting point.

The smile on Takada Toshihide's face froze for a moment.

He didn't expect that the young man's words would be so flawless. He didn't even give him a way out and couldn't find any ground for rebuttal.

The muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably, and then that cold gaze fell on Iwata Masao again.

That look was like a silent command.

Extremely gloomy.

Masao Iwata's body trembled violently, and he knew it was his turn to perform.

He almost crawled from the coffee table to in front of Nohara Hiroshi, and then, under the gaze of everyone with a bit of surprise and amusement.

"thump--!"

His knees went weak and he knelt down heavily!

A standard one, even three points more standard than when he made tea for Takada Shunying just now, getting down from the seat!

"Teacher Nohara!"

His voice, hoarse and filled with endless regret and humility, came from beneath his lowered head: "I was wrong! It's all my fault! I'm arrogant and incompetent, and it's me... who has tarnished your great work!"

He raised his head, and his face had lost all color. Instead, there was an almost insane pleading, and even a few turbid tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

"Teacher Nohara, I... I am actually a big fan of "Anzhiju"! I really like this work! I... I really don't want it to die in my hands!"

"Please! Please give it another chance! Also... also give me a chance to atone for my sins!"

This performance is so heartbreaking that it makes anyone who hears it or sees it cry.

If you ignore his eyes that were still flashing with resentment and unwillingness despite the tears.

"Hey, Iwata-kun, what are you doing? Get up quickly." At this moment, Asumi finally spoke.

Asumi sighed and stood up. He walked over to Nohara Hiroshi, patted his shoulder, and said in the gentle tone of an elder comforting a younger person, "Hiroshi-kun, look, Deputy Director Takada and Section Chief Iwata are so sincere. Besides, 'Anshiji' is our Tokyo TV brand after all. If this situation gets out, it will be a huge blow to our entire reputation."

He paused, and at an angle where the two men couldn't see, he blinked twice quickly at Nohara Hiroshi.

"Just think of it as... a favor for the station, and for me, a senior, so... just... take a little more effort and get it back, okay?"

Nohara Hiroshi looked at Asumi's face which was full of the expression of "That's enough, let's quit while we're ahead", and laughed secretly in his heart, but his face just revealed a hint of hesitation after being persuaded.

He was silent for a long time before he sighed deeply, as if he had made an extremely difficult decision.

"...Okay." He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse with a hint of compromise: "Since you, Deputy Director, have said so, then I, as a junior, will respectfully obey your orders."

"Oh! That's great! It's really great!"

A bright smile of relief instantly appeared on Takada Toshihide's gloomy face.

He walked quickly to Nohara Hiroshi and held his hands tightly with both of his hands. His gesture was so intimate as if Nohara Hiroshi was his most beloved subordinate.

"Mr. Nohara! You are truly a pillar of our Tokyo TV! You are responsible and have a vision!"

While shaking Nohara Hiroshi's hand, he turned around and scolded Iwata Masao, who was still kneeling on the ground:

"Look at you! Look at Professor Nohara! And look at you! You've wasted your life! You can't even compare to the magnanimity of a young man in his early twenties! Hurry up and thank Professor Nohara!" "Yes! Yes! Thank you, Professor Nohara! Thank you, Professor Nohara!"

Masao Iwata felt as if he had been pardoned. He kowtowed heavily to Hiroshi Nohara several times again, then used his hands and feet to crawl up in a panic, and stood behind Toshihide Takada with a lowered head.

That posture was like a pug that had just been severely punished by its owner, but did not dare to complain at all.

After exchanging a few hypocritical pleasantries, Takada Toshihide and Iwata Masao fled from the suffocating office, almost fleeing in panic, saying they "did not disturb you all from discussing important matters."

When the office door closed again, the depressing atmosphere instantly disappeared.

"Hahahahaha!"

Asumi was the first to burst out laughing, his laughter filled with the joy of being proud and proud. "Didn't you see it? This morning at the board meeting, that old fox Takada got pointed at and scolded by the director for a full half hour! His face was as black as the bottom of a pot!"

"And those audience complaint letters are said to have filled up three storage rooms! They have everything in there, from razor blades to tortoises. One even went so far as to send a printed resignation letter, specifically asking Masao Iwata to sign and get out!"

"Now, everyone on Tokyo TV, from top to bottom, knows that he's from the Tokyo Clique. He's made a huge fool of himself! Now, I wonder if they still have the nerve to act so arrogantly in the production department!"

Nohara Hiroshi just smiled calmly, picked up the cup of tea that had already gone cold, and said calmly: "They asked for this."

"That's right! They asked for it!"

Asumi's laughter faded. He looked at Nohara Hiroshi, his eyes, always as deep as ancient wells, gleaming with an unprecedented admiration and trust. "But, Hiroshi-kun, by taking over 'Anzhiju' this time, are you...really confident that you can restore its reputation?"

"Of course." Nohara Hiroshi nodded, his eyes confident and calm.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Ming Hai was completely relieved. He sat back on the sofa with a relaxed smile on his face. "By the way, what are your thoughts on the manpower for this project? Do you need to transfer people from other classrooms? If so, please let me know."

"We do have enough manpower," Nohara Hiroshi shook his head. Then, as if remembering something, he casually said, "However, Deputy Director Asumi, regarding the punishment for Senior Hashijita Ichiro... can I make a small request?"

"Hashiichi Ichiro?" Asumi's brows furrowed instantly, a cold look of disgust emerging from his face, which had just been smiling. "That traitor? I heard the Personnel Department has decided to transfer him back to the logistics department of Kanto Station as a data clerk. What? You still want to plead for him?"

"It's not really a plea," Nohara Hiroshi's tone remained calm. "It's just that, for the sake of Seito Suzuki-senpai, I want to give him another chance. And, to be fair, while Hashimoto-senpai's character isn't great, his execution ability is truly top-notch among Level 4 directors. Letting him take charge of the reboot of 'Anshijiu' will, at least in terms of the process, save me a lot of trouble."

"The most important thing is," Nohara Hiroshi's lips curled up meaningfully. "A chess piece abandoned by everyone, but retrieved by me, also represents the broad-mindedness of our Kanto faction!"

Asumi looked at his eyes that seemed to see through everything, was silent for a moment, and finally, let out a long breath.

"Okay." He nodded, his tone filled with a kind of indulgent helplessness: "Now that you've said that, what else can I say? I'll go say hello to the Personnel Department. I'll give you this favor."

"However, regarding the sequel of "Dark Zhiju", do you have any specific ideas?" Asumi brought the topic back on track.

That's what he cares about most.

"It's very simple." Hiroshi Nohara leaned back in his chair, his posture like a chess player who had already made up his mind.

"Since the third season of 'Anshiji' has been 'made' into a piece of garbage that no one can ignore by Section Chief Iwata and his team, we should just treat it as a piece of black history that never existed."

He paused, and under those curious gazes, he slowly announced his long-planned plan.

"We will directly restart the production of the third season of "Anzhiju"!"

"Restart "An Zhi Ju Season 3"? " Asumi was surprised.

"Yes." Nohara Hiroshi nodded and said, "I will use the fastest time, today and tomorrow, to produce all the drawings, and then put them online here on Monday. That way, "Anzhiju Season 3" can still make up for the lost reputation."

"So fast?!" Asumi widened his eyes.

Although this was not the first time he was shocked by Nohara Hiroshi, he was still quite shocked now.

"Well, believe me, Deputy Director Asumi." Nohara Hiroshi smiled confidently, "This isn't a big problem. Even if we rush it, I believe it can be much better than the first and second seasons."

"Hiss, hiss, hiss." Asumi took a breath.

This is too exaggerated.

But it is not an exaggeration for Hiroshi Nohara.

The real third season of the previous life, which had mediocre reputation but was at least up to standard, was used to cover up the mess left by Iwata's classroom.

First, use an attitude of "setting things right" to win back those old fans who were heartbroken.

Then, after word of mouth improves slightly, we will immediately launch the fourth and fifth seasons, which will truly bring the "Dark Zhiju" IP back to its peak.

This will completely restore the reputation of "Anzhiju".

It has become the popular IP of its previous life again.

He knew that in the fourth season of his previous life, more screenwriters were introduced, brainstorming was done, and the quality of the story had made a qualitative leap.

The fifth season, while deepening the core of "urban horror stories", added more analysis of the dark side of human nature, raising the purpose of the entire series to a whole new level.

It will definitely succeed.

By then, with the rectification of his rebellion and his rescue of his master in times of crisis, the authority of his "Anzhiju" will be established.

Even if the show starts from the sixth season and becomes similar to the third season, its reputation will gradually decline.

But that was not what he thought at that time.

I will leave the production to Hashimoto Ichiro and others, and I will just be a supervisor and original author. Even if they criticize me, they can't blame me.

And with the third season of Iwata's version here, readers certainly won't dare to ask for a cast change.

Plus, "Wonderful Stories of the World" is here season after season.

A two-pronged approach.

In the field of 'urban ghost stories', Nohara Hiroshi can definitely keep it firmly under his control!

This is his real trump card!

(End of this chapter)