I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

Relying on local connections in my hometown.

From the most advanced automated agricultural machinery to the finest organic fertilizers, to hiring the most professional agricultural consultants in Neon...

It can be said that in a short period of time, a method that was almost like cheating was used to quickly transform the small country farm, which was originally just a prototype, into a modern agricultural corporation that would attract the attention of the entire Akita Prefecture Agricultural Cooperative!

It is even possible to allow Nohara Sashi, the elder brother, to work in the agricultural cooperative and serve as an elected leader.

After all, when the economic bubble is punctured and the economic crisis comes.

The Agricultural Cooperative is a big piece of fat meat!

Even in the context of real estate and industry-wide decline.

The Agricultural Cooperatives, which have a large number of farmers and guide a large number of agricultural practitioners, also have important manipulation capabilities in elections!

He himself, like a most skilled hunter, patiently waited for the appearance of the key person who could change his elder brother's life.

Ikuna Sakurada.

He knew that the kind and beautiful girl would soon appear in his brother's life because of changes in life.

There is no first marriage to regret.

Only with my eldest brother.

Beautiful romance!

By then, a romantic comedy directed by him, full of rural flavor, in which the overbearing president falls in love with me, will officially begin.

all is well.

Everything is under control.

For Hiroshi Nohara, this summer is destined to be a golden season full of harvest and hope.

Chapter 116 This is Doraemon! Weekly Shonen Jump's Request!

In August, the scorching summer sun turned Tokyo into a huge teppanyaki grill, and even the air seemed to be sizzling with anxiety.

However, in this drowsy summer, the seventeenth floor of the Tokyo TV production headquarters building is like a new kingdom independent of the season, full of excitement and vitality.

Ever since Iwata's classroom was moved to the worst-lit corner on the seventh floor, this entire half-floor open space has been filled with the flag of Nohara Hiroshi.

The beechwood doorplate with the words "Nohara Hiroshi·Independent Production Department" written by Director Sakata himself gleamed brightly under the bright lights of the corridor, like a medal of honor announcing the ascension of a new king, making everyone who passed by unconsciously slow down their pace and cast awe-inspiring glances.

The fact that it was inscribed by Director Sakata himself speaks volumes!

Within the department, the cramped feeling of the makeshift team has long since disappeared.

Nearly thirty elites from three core classrooms, like precision gears injected with new fuel, ran at an astonishingly high efficiency.

The ringing of telephones, the tapping of keyboards, and the occasional heated discussions over some brilliant ideas merged into a symphony full of vitality, playing an exciting melody belonging to the victors on this once lifeless territory.

Nohara Hiroshi's ministerial office, located at the deepest part, is so exaggerated that it looks like a small private club.

The huge space of nearly 80 square meters is separated by an elegant screen. On one side is the work area with a huge mahogany desk and a whole wall of bookcases, and on the other side is the reception area equipped with top-notch projection equipment and leather sofas.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the magnificent view of the entire Tokyo.

It felt as if the whole world was lying at his feet.

Nohara Hiroshi was also moved.

No wonder leaders like to have offices in high positions!

"minister."

A clear and pleasant voice sounded, and the office door was gently pushed open.

Beichuan Yao, the girl who now serves as both secretary and office manager, has long lost her youthfulness.

She was wearing a well-tailored professional suit, with her long hair neatly tied behind her head. Her pretty face, which always had a bit of vitality, now had the competence and composure of a workplace elite.

She gently placed a cup of freshly ground Blue Mountain coffee on Nohara Hiroshi's desk, her movements elegant and precise, and reported:

"There's a guy outside claiming to be Mr. Masato Tadokoro, the editor of Shueisha's Weekly Shonen Jump. He says he's an old friend of yours and wants to meet you."

"Mr. Tadokoro?" Nohara Hiroshi looked up from the planning document for the second season of "Super Mutant Mutant Mutant Mutant" and smiled gently. "Please invite him in."

Soon, a slightly embarrassed figure appeared at the office door.

The person who came was none other than Masato Tanado.

He still had that signature look, with messy hair, a pair of thick black-framed glasses, and a white shirt that seemed never to be washed clean and had a slight smell of ink.

However, when his eyes fell on this overly spacious office and he saw the young man standing up from behind the huge desk with a smile, an undisguised shock emerged in his eyes uncontrollably.

He felt as if he was not meeting a cartoonist, but an audience with a young king who had just ascended the throne.

This is such a big change.

When he first met Hiroshi Nohara, he was just an intern who had just joined Tokyo TV.

We haven't seen each other for just half a year now.

He has already become a powerful minister at Tokyo TV!

This is so surprising and awe-inspiring!

"Nohara... Minister..."

He subconsciously bowed and the address became a little dry due to nervousness.

"Mr. Tansho, do we really need to be so polite to each other?" Nohara Hiroshi walked up to him with a smile, patted his shoulder affectionately, and led him to sit on the sofa in the reception area. His posture was so casual as if they were not in the power center of the TV station, but in a cafe on a street corner.

This kindness, which did not change with the change of status, made Masato Tadokoro's already anxious heart fall back into his stomach.

He looked at the young man in front of him, and an unprecedented feeling of emotion surged in his heart.

A few months ago, he was just a new cartoonist who was talented but still had to rely on his editor-in-chief.

But now, he has become the ratings god known to everyone in the entire Japanese television industry.

This rocket-like speed is even more magical than the protagonist of any hot-blooded comic he is responsible for!

"Teacher Nohara, I..."

After a brief greeting, Masato Tadokoro finally plucked up the courage to explain his purpose.

He pulled out a report on the latest sales of "Yu Yu Hakusho" from his bulging briefcase. A hint of bitterness emerged from the bone marrow on his face, which always looked a little tired.

"The Dark Martial Arts Tournament arc of Yu Yu Hakusho will officially conclude next month. The sales of the single volume have officially surpassed the ten million mark. This... this should be a fantastic thing."

He paused, a flicker of awkwardness flashing across his eyes hidden behind thick lenses. "But... to be honest, we've had some issues in the editorial department lately."

"Hmm?" Nohara Hiroshi raised his eyebrows.

"As you know, several of our JUMP mainstays, such as Yoshiyama-sensei and Inoue-sensei, have recently taken leave due to health reasons. And the newcomers' works are currently unable to catch up. This has resulted in... a huge gap in our series lineup for the second half of the year."

As Masato Tadokoro spoke, his face almost flushed to his ears. He almost didn't dare to look Nohara Hiroshi in the eye, and his voice was as low as a mosquito's buzz:

"So... the editorial office wanted to... shamelessly ask you. Do you... do you have any... new ideas? Of course! I know you're very busy! Very busy! I never imagined you'd become a director at Tokyo TV. I'm truly sorry... to have caused you any trouble... I... I'm simply... completely shameless in asking this!"

The more he spoke, the more incoherent his words became. The humility and helplessness of an adult seemed so real and so pitiful in the face of the absolute gap in strength.

However, just as he was about to apologize for his "shamelessness", a calm yet powerful voice interrupted him.

"Yes." Nohara Hiroshi said.

"Huh?!" Masato Tadokoro suddenly raised his head, and a look of disbelief and horror instantly appeared in his eyes, which had long been filled with embarrassment.

Nohara Hiroshi just looked at him calmly, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Mr. Tadokoro, what kind of story do you want?"

“…” Masato Tadokoro felt as if his brain was struck by a bolt of thunder, and it went completely blank.

He...he just...agreed to it?

Didn't even discuss the terms? Didn't even think about it?

Just like that... so casually, you agreed?!

"Well... what the editorial department means is... they hope... they hope it can be a work aimed at children, with some... some science fiction elements." He stammered and expressed the request that he thought was absolutely impossible to achieve.

"Children, friends and science fiction?"

Nohara Hiroshi touched his chin, and a knowing smile flashed in his clear eyes.

This request seemed to be tailor-made for him.

"Mr. Tadokoro, have you ever heard of... robots?"

"Robot?" Masato Tadokoro was stunned for a moment, then answered instinctively, "Those toys...that kids play with that move with batteries?"

"That's right." Nohara Hiroshi turned around, his clear eyes burning with a fire that could ignite the entire world: "But what if this toy is no longer a simple toy?"

"What if it has a cute appearance, a brilliant IQ, and even a pocket from another dimension filled with all sorts of amazing gadgets?"

"What if it could take the little friends on all kinds of wonderful adventures during their childhood, have all kinds of wonderful experiences, and have a wonderful life full of childlike fun?"

He paused, and then painted a grand picture for Masato Tadokoro, who was already stunned by his words, which was enough to make any young man's blood boil.

"A child who is average in academics and a bit clueless suddenly gets a childcare robot from the future."

"They are not cold machines, but are well-educated and have their own unique thinking abilities. They can even help inspire children's interests and hobbies, and help them grow better."

"That robot also has a dimensional pocket, which contains countless props from the future world, a bamboo dragonfly that can fly into the sky, a dimensional door that can pass through anywhere, bread that can remember all knowledge, and so on and so forth..."

Tanaka just stared blankly at the young man in front of him.

His face became more and more shocked.

He didn't expect that the young man would confidently tell him a complete story just by his casual remarks.

His heart, which had long been numbed by reality, began to beat violently again uncontrollably!

"Then...then what is the name of this work?" There was an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.

Nohara Hiroshi turned around and looked at the sky outside the window that was dyed golden by the setting sun. The corner of his mouth curled up into a confident and brilliant smile that was enough to attract the attention of the entire era.

"Just call it..."

""Doraemon"." (ドラえもん)

A huge wave of emotion was stirred up in Masato Tanosho's heart.