I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

These words were still too advanced for her.

Of course, Nohara Hiroshi didn't need her to know too much, she just needed to finish the next thing he arranged.

"I am the head of the company."

Nohara Hiroshi continued, his tone as calm as if he were announcing what to have for lunch today: "For start-up capital, put up 10 million yen first. As for office space, we'll rent a small office building near our TV station. You'll be fully responsible for this matter. Get it done as soon as possible, okay?"

Ten million yen!

Beichuan Yao felt like her heart skipped a beat.

This is not a small amount of money.

"I understand! But Minister... I don't quite understand how to register a company." Beichuan Yao also told the truth.

"That's okay. I'll assign you a professional team of lawyers and financial experts." Nohara Hiroshi's tone left no room for doubt. "All you have to do is follow my instructions."

He paused and continued:

"After establishing the company, our first task was to recruit cartoonists. We didn't need established masters; we wanted newcomers who were passionate, had the basic skills, and felt their talents were underappreciated. The work model was simple: they didn't need to come to the company to work. I would provide the complete script and character design sketches, and all they had to do was color and expand the content according to my requirements."

"This is my first work." He pushed a thick draft that still exuded the fragrance of graphite in front of Beichuan Yao.

On it, written in a unique artistic font were a few large characters full of childishness and magic - "Doraemon".

"This... this is..." Beichuan Yao looked at the chubby blue cat-shaped robot on the paper, and an incredible light suddenly burst out in her eyes!

"Help me, Beichuan, I will give you a reward." Nohara Hiroshi also smiled helplessly: "You know, I don't know anything."

"I understand!" Beichuan Yao suddenly felt like he was entrusted with an important task and immediately bowed again.

……

A few days later, on a weekend, the sun was shining.

Not far from Tokyo TV Station, in front of a small two-story office building that has just been listed for rent.

Nohara Hiroshi held Misae's hand and looked at the "Future Comics Club" in front of him. Although it was not big, it was bright and clean and full of infinite possibilities. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Beside him, Beichuan Yao and Nancun Xing, like two most loyal knights, proudly introduced this territory that would soon belong to their "Minister's Wife" to her.

Beichuan Yao, who was primarily responsible, held his head high.

This was a personal favor she was doing for Minister Nohara!

"Mrs. Meiya, you see, although this place is not big, it has everything! The first floor is the reception area and public studio, and the second floor is your president's office and our core meeting room. All the decorations and equipment are personally selected by the minister, and they are all the best!" Nancun Xing's voice was full of pride.

"Yes, yes!" Beichuan Yao also complimented earnestly, "The director said, this is just the beginning! Let your wife be the president! And then when Director Nohara's 'Doraemon' becomes popular, we will buy a bigger office building! And we will go public! By then, you will be the youngest and most beautiful president of our Neon!"

"Oh! You...you stop making fun of me!" Misae's face instantly turned red like a branding iron. She was shy and happy, and subconsciously buried her little face in Nohara Hiroshi's arms. The girl's heart had already been filled with a huge sense of happiness.

She raised her head, her eyes filled with stars, staring unblinkingly at the man beside her who held up the sky for her. Her voice trembled with a dreamlike feeling: "Guangzhi-kun... I... Can I really do this?"

"Of course." Nohara Hiroshi smiled and ruffled her hair. His voice was filled with unquestionable tenderness: "You just need to remember that you are my, Nohara Hiroshi's, woman. That's enough."

In the previous life, this was just a cheesy love talk.

but now.

This is a declaration full of the aura of a domineering president!

It makes Meiya’s heart so sweet that it almost melts!

"Um... Minister, Madam, let's... let's go to the newly opened coffee shop in front and buy you some drinks!" Beichuan Yao and Nancun Xing looked at each other and saw a knowing smile in each other's eyes.

The two of them tacitly found the most perfect excuse for the couple who were immersed in their own world and prepared to slip away.

However, the moment they turned around, two screams filled with terror, without any warning, broke the quiet afternoon!

"ah--!"

"what--!"

Nohara Hiroshi and Misae were both stunned. They looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the two young men who had just had evil smiles on their faces were now crawling back like two rabbits that had seen a ghost. Their faces were full of undisguised horror.

"The underworld! There are underworlds!" Nancun Xing stuttered, hiding behind Nohara Hiroshi, pointing with trembling fingers at the figure that was slowly walking towards him not far away.

Nohara Hiroshi frowned and looked in the direction he pointed.

They saw a man walking towards them slowly.

The man was wearing a visually striking yellow plaid suit, a pair of old-fashioned brown sunglasses, and a face full of "stories" under his messy black short curly hair, enough to make a child cry at night.

The deep nasolabial folds, the aura of majesty without anger, especially the thick stubble, coupled with the smile on the corner of his mouth that he thought was kind but actually looked more ferocious than a devil, the whole person exudes a strong aura of "I am not a good person".

In his hand, he was holding a SLR camera that looked quite professional.

"Guys, excuse me."

The man walked up to them and stopped. His hoarse voice, like two pieces of rough sandpaper rubbing against each other, was filled with an oppressive feeling. "I see you are both handsome and beautiful, and your temperament is extraordinary. I guess you must be celebrating something happy. My name is Takakura Bunta, and I'm a photographer. If you don't mind, I'd like to take a commemorative photo of you to record this beautiful moment. It's very cheap, one photo... only 500 yen."

As he spoke, the ferocious smile on his lips widened, revealing a row of teeth that looked a little yellow due to long-term smoking.

"ah--!"

Misae was so frightened that her face turned pale and she hugged Nohara Hiroshi's arm tightly.

Beichuan Yao and Nancun Xing were shaking like two fallen leaves in the wind.

This...how can this be called a photographer?

This is clearly the kind of gangster who uses taking photos as an excuse to blackmail people!

However, in this tense atmosphere, a complaint filled with suppressed anger came from behind Takakura Bunta.

"Takakura! You bastard! How many times have I told you! Don't smile at customers with that face of yours! It will scare people away!"

A man wearing a blue plaid suit of the same style rushed over in a rage. He pushed Takakura Bunta aside and gave Nohara Hiroshi and the others an apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! My partner looks... a little anxious. But he's definitely not a bad person!"

"You're the one growing up in a hurry!" Takakura Bunta retorted unconvincedly, a look of grievance emerging on his ferocious face: "I'm full of the vicissitudes of life of a man! You don't understand!"

"I know nothing!" the man in the blue suit was furious. "All I know is that ever since I became your partner, our sales this month are the worst in the entire company! Every time I go out, I'm either mistaken for a liar by customers or questioned by patrolling police! I'm so unlucky to be working with you! You should go back to your hometown in Kasukabe! Don't hang around in Tokyo anymore!"

"..." Takakura Bunta was speechless after hearing his words. All the fierceness on that ferocious face had faded away, leaving only a deep sigh full of grievance and loneliness.

He looked at the young people in front of him who were frightened by him, and finally put down the camera in his hand and bowed deeply to them.

"I'm so sorry for scaring you all."

His voice was filled with helplessness. "It seems... I'm really not suited to this line of work. Perhaps... I should open a kindergarten and play with the kids. That would be more suitable for me."

This speech full of contrasting cuteness left Meisai, Kitagawa Yao and Minamimura Xing stunned.

They looked at the uncle in front of them, who looked ferocious on the outside but was as soft as a child on the inside. The fear they felt inexplicably dissipated a little, and was replaced by a kind of sympathy that made them laugh and cry.

Only Nohara Hiroshi was stunned as he watched this scene filled with black humor. "This person is... Takakura Bunta!?"

Nohara Hiroshi's mouth curled up slightly.

Mr. Principal of Kasukabe Futaba Kindergarten!

I didn't expect that I would meet him in such a dramatic way in advance.

It seems that this world is really... full of wonderful stories.

Seeing Takakura Bunta looking so bewildered, Nohara Hiroshi stepped forward, and under the astonished gaze of the two men, he smiled and nodded and said:

"Mr. Takakura, is that so?"

His voice was calm. "Then take some more photos for us. Record this new beginning of ours!"

It's just a photo that costs 500 yuan.

This money is not expensive.

It can be considered as a small favor from Nohara Hiroshi to the director!

Chapter 118: Encounter with the future principal of Futaba Kindergarten! Takakura Bunta's enlightenment!

"Okay... okay!" Takakura Bunta nodded repeatedly, his voice filled with excitement.

There’s no way, it’s too difficult to open a business!

He used to do his shoots in a photo studio, but he didn’t expect that the performance would plummet starting this year. He had no choice but to go outside and find others to take the photos.

But because of his scary face, his performance was not good.

This is the first time someone has taken the initiative to take a photo!

So he picked up the professional-looking Nikon camera in his hand and started working.

"Come on, everyone, come closer! Yes, yes, sir, put your arm around your wife's waist, be more natural! Smile, and imagine ringing the bell for your company's IPO!"

"And you two over there, don't be so reserved! Young people, act like young people! Be more lively! You can even give a scissors sign!"

Under his command, the originally awkward atmosphere instantly became relaxed and pleasant.

The shutter clicked crisply, and smiling faces full of hope were accurately captured on the film.

Bunta Takakura looked at the photo in the viewfinder that was full of youth and dreams, especially the young man who was hugging a beautiful girl with a calm smile on his face. Deep in his eyes, there was an envy that was hard to conceal.

What a promising young man!

Even... he felt that this young man looked a little familiar.

However, because Takakura Bunta and his partner are too busy with work, they don't watch any variety shows or news, and rarely even read newspapers, so they just focus on their own things.

The film was shot by Bunta Takakura and the lighting was done by his partner.

It's also professional.

"Okay!" After taking the last group photo, Takakura Bunta put down the camera, and the ferocious smile on his face softened a little.

Nohara Hiroshi smiled and took out a cigarette box from his pocket and handed it over: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Takakura, would you like one?"

"Ah...thank you." Takakura Bunta took the cigarette somewhat flattered and let the other party light it for him.

He took a deep breath, and the acrid smoke swirled in his weathered lungs, and when he exhaled, the smoke filled his lungs.

"Mr. Nohara, you're so lucky." He looked at the brand new office not far away, then at Koyama Misae, who was snuggling sweetly next to Nohara Hiroshi. His voice was filled with emotion. "You're so young, and you've already achieved success in your career. You even opened a company like this for your girlfriend. It's really... enviable."

"It's just a small start, not really a career." Nohara Hiroshi chuckled. He looked at Takakura Bunta and asked casually, "What about Mr. Takakura? From what you said just now, it seems that you... don't like the job of photographer very much?"

"Alas." Upon hearing this, Takakura Bunta sighed deeply, a look of desolation and helplessness that was completely out of place on his ferocious face. "It's not a matter of whether I like it or not. It's just... making a living."