I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

"I believe, with your experience, as long as we strictly follow the instructions on the drawing, there will be absolutely no problems."

These words were more of an absolute command than an arrangement.

Kenji Sato and Takeshi Yamamoto looked at the drawing in their hands that could be called a work of art, and then looked at the young man who entrusted such an important project to them without hesitation. The two hearts, which had long been worn down by the years, began to beat violently uncontrollably.

"Hi!"

The two men bowed together, and their voices were filled with the determination of a man willing to die for his friend!

"We will definitely live up to your trust!"

Nohara Hiroshi nodded with satisfaction.

If you want to open up a new battlefield, you must first stabilize your rear.

Kenji Sato and Takeshi Yamamoto, two experienced and loyal veterans, are undoubtedly the best candidates to guard the base camp of "The Wonderful World of Tales" for him.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the office door.

"Dangdangdang——"

Nancun Xing poked his head in with a strange look on his face. "Um... Section Chief, there's someone outside looking for you. He said... his name is Tanaka Kei."

coming.

Nohara Hiroshi's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Let him in."

After a while, the door was pushed open.

A mixture of the sour smell of cheap liquor and the stench of sweat from days of unwashed skin, like the most domineering invader, instantly occupied every corner of the office.

A figure walked in unsteadily like a ghost.

The classmates who were still busy working in the classroom subconsciously frowned, covered their noses, and glared at the figure.

"Who is this? So rude, is this a homeless person on the street?"

"It feels a bit familiar."

"Hey, hey, hey, he looks like someone we used to know, right?"

"No way, but there's no way a homeless person could get into TV Tokyo. He must be a TV Tokyo headquarter employee, right?"

At this time, Nohara Hiroshi also looked outside.

He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early forties. His hair was greasy like a bunch of weeds soaked in cheap lard, and his beard was untidy. His suit, which should have been quite decent, was now wrinkled like a rag that had been casually discarded, with a few stains of suspicious colors on it.

The most striking thing about him is his eyes.

Those were a pair of eyes like dead fish, all the luster had been completely drained away by failure and alcohol.

Empty, numb, and filled with the deepest despair towards this world.

"You are...Tanaka Kei?"

Nohara Hiroshi looked at the man in front of him who had almost lost all human decency, and frowned slightly.

It's not that he dislikes the other person's slovenliness. He just can't imagine what kind of devastating blow a second-level director who was once praised by Asumi as "the most talented in variety shows" had to go through to end up in this state today, even worse than a homeless person on the street.

"Tanaka! You! What made you look like this?!"

Before Nohara Hiroshi could speak, Sato Kenji and Yamamoto Takeshi on the side had already rushed forward like two enraged lions!

"Look at what you've become! Do you still look like a director?!" Yamamoto Tsuyoshi pointed at his nose and cursed loudly. His face, which was always as sharp as an eagle, was full of the pain of being disappointed in his children.

"How dare you come to see Section Chief Nohara in this state?! This is the greatest disrespect to the Section Chief! Do you know that this is the last chance that Deputy Director Asumi has fought for you and all of us?" Sato Kenji's voice was filled with anger that was almost a roar.

Of course they knew Kei Tanaka.

They were even comrades who fought side by side.

It is precisely because of this that they find it even more unacceptable to see their former companions degenerated into what they are today, a state that even they feel ashamed of.

"……Chance?"

Kei Tanaka slowly raised his head, and a faint ripple finally appeared in his empty eyes.

He looked at the two old friends in front of him, and then looked at the "section chief" who was a little too young and had just looked at him calmly from beginning to end. The corners of his mouth curled up in a self-deprecating arc that was uglier than crying.

"What opportunity? Are you going to ask me to film another rubbish show that can't even get 5% viewership?"

His voice was as hoarse as if it had been polished by sandpaper, and every word was filled with the most bitter mockery of himself.

"I remember that my show, 'Saturday! Let's Go!', was treated like a joke by the entire production team from the very first episode onwards. It lasted for a full six months."

"They said my creativity was 'kindergarten-level playhouse'; they said my rhythm was 'a lullaby for elderly people taking a stroll'; they even said the comedians I invited, even the street stand-up comedians, were funnier than them."

He lowered his head, his greasy bangs covering his eyes and the scar that had penetrated deep into his bones and could not be healed.

"I...I have nothing left."

"Talent, dignity, future... all gone."

He raised his head, and stared at Nohara Hiroshi with his dead fish-like eyes. There was no pleading or hope in his eyes, only a cold numbness like the Siberian permafrost.

"So, this young, legendary Section Chief Nohara."

"What do you want to do with a useless person like me?"

"Do you want me to serve you tea or do you want to use my failure as a negative example and hang it on the wall to warn your subordinates?"

These words were filled with a sharp and almost self-degrading anger.

Everyone in the office was shocked by his desperate look and was speechless.

However, Nohara Hiroshi just looked at him calmly, his clear eyes were like a bottomless lake, without the slightest ripple.

He had no anger, no sympathy, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Just watch.

After a while, he slowly stood up, walked to the man who had already lost all hope, and gently placed a document on the table in front of him.

The final plan for "Super Change".

"I didn't come here to humiliate you, nor to sympathize with you."

Nohara Hiroshi looked at Tanaka Kei and said calmly, "I asked you to come here because I wanted you to see what a real variety show that would drive the entire Neon world crazy should look like."

He paused, and a cold look flashed across his clear eyes, as if a god was looking down at an ant.

"Finish reading it."

"Then, tell me, are you still qualified to stand here and talk to me?"

Chapter 99: The concept of national participation! The shock of "Super Change"!

"Then, tell me, are you still qualified to stand here and talk to me?"

Nohara Hiroshi uttered these words indifferently.

The words were light, yet as heavy as Mount Tai. Every word was like an invisible hammer, hitting Keina Tanaka's already collapsed defenses hard, crushing his pitiful, remaining self-esteem into dust.

For a guy like this who has completely lost confidence, we need to be ruthless and use serious drugs to treat him.

We must give him a mental boost.

So Kei Tanaka stared blankly at the young man in front of him. His calm eyes were like two bottomless ancient wells. They could not reflect his current embarrassment, but seemed to be able to absorb his entire rotten soul.

qualifications?

What qualifications does he have?

A loser abandoned by the times, a living dead who had given up on himself, a waste who felt that even standing in this office full of vitality and hope was a desecration of this holy place.

"Heh..." The corner of Kei Tanaka's mouth curled up into an arc that was uglier than crying and full of self-mockery.

He didn't even bother to refute or feel any emotion.

th.

However, his past as a second-level variety show director still made him feel a little unwilling.

Especially the young man in front of me.

He is really too young.

The young man, who looked to be in his early 20s and not much older than his son, said such rude words to him in such a rude manner.

Kei Tanaka really wants to see this variety show plan.

So Kei Tanaka stretched out his hands, which were trembling slightly due to long-term alcoholism, and mechanically, like a walking corpse, picked up the thin document on the table, which seemed to carry his final judgment.

He didn't even look at the young man's face, but just fixed his eyes on the white cover.

On it, written in a unique artistic font that he had never seen before, full of childishness and magic, were a few large words that seemed to be jumping.

——"Super Change".

“…Grandstanding.”

Kei Tanaka let out a dry, disdainful chuckle from his throat.

what is this?

A child's graffiti?

He turned the first page with an almost numb scrutiny.

Then, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Um!?"

For the first time, a faint ripple, like a candle in the wind, appeared in those eyes that had long been corroded by alcohol and despair and were as dead as water.

[Program Core: Creativity comes from life and from all people.]

[Program concept: We don't need celebrities, because every ordinary person can be the brightest star in their own life.]

[Program format: No threshold, everyone can participate, real-life imitation show.]

These few lines of words, like some weak electric currents, instantly penetrated his long-numbed nerves.

A reality show imitation show with no barriers for everyone to participate?