I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 10 Audit Department

Urban horror stories are indeed an extremely important branch of the neon horror genre.

It is different from the horror that is mixed with the names of ancient ghosts and gods.

This urban legend...

It is like something that happens around you, in the atmosphere of normal work, normal study, or even normal life, with the intervention of a little unusual thing, which leads to the terrifying horror that is extremely scary when you think about it carefully!
If you have just watched it, you may not feel anything, but the more you watch it, the scarier it becomes, and the more you think about it, the more scared you become.

I might even combine it with some similar things I've encountered.

Give your head a sense of horror that you might have experienced!

therefore.

It was in this classroom that Suzuki Seito slowly let out a breath and directly said the three words "success".

And right beside him, whether it was Hashijitaro, Minamimura Xing, Hase Rokuzo, or Kitagawa Yao, they all showed fear and relief at this time, and slowly broke free from the terrifying atmosphere and showed joyful expressions.

This was indeed a success!
Even they were startled and felt an extremely novel sense of terror, so how could the audience remain indifferent?
"Very good!" Suzuki Seito stood up immediately.

He picked up the newly burned videotape, as if examining a rare treasure. "Come on, Nohara-kun, Hashimoto-kun, let's go to the review department now! I want to show those guys what our Suzuki lab has come up with!"

He can't wait to show the results of his class!

……

The corridor of the Tokyo TV headquarters building is long and quiet. White light shines evenly from the ceiling, making people's shadows thin and long.

The air was filled with a unique cold smell of central air conditioning, mixed with dust and heat dissipation from electronic equipment.

Suzuki Seito walked in front, his back straight, and his fifty-year-old body seemed to be surging with the blood of a twenty-year-old.

Nohara Hiroshi and Hashiji Ichiro followed behind him, one calm and the other nervous.

They are like a lone army.

Going to break through a heavily guarded pass.

The Audit Department is located on the same floor as the Production Department, but the atmosphere is completely different.

It is much quieter here, and everyone coming and going has a serious expression on their faces.

This is the first judging panel for all programs, deciding whether an idea can be put on the screen or be sealed in the filing cabinet forever.

However, when they arrived at the entrance of the review department, they saw a group of people standing there making a lot of noise, which was out of place with the quietness of the place.

The man in the lead was slightly fat, with a slicked-back hair, wearing an expensive suit and an arrogant smile on his face.

It was Masao Iwata.

Masao Iwata obviously saw them as well, and the smile on his face became even wider, with a kind of cat-and-mouse playfulness.

"Section Chief Suzuki, why are you here in the Audit Department? You're a rare visitor." He raised his chin, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, but loud enough for everyone in the corridor to hear clearly: "Why, you're here to audit a project too? I heard your department didn't have any impressive projects this quarter?"

Suzuki Seito's face darkened instantly.

He looked at Iwata Masao coldly and said in a deep voice, "Iwata-kun, whether our class has a plan or not is not your concern."

"Oh, don't say that." Iwata Masao waved his hand exaggeratedly, and the few followers behind him laughed in agreement. "We're all colleagues, so it's only natural to show some concern. I'm also here to submit a project for review, right?"

He proudly raised a beautifully bound business plan in his hand, with the words "Ghost House Samurai" written in large gold letters on the cover.

Next to it was the videotape he had already made.

"We invited the most famous horror novelist in the industry to write the script, and we also went to an ancient temple in Kyoto to shoot the scene. We also commissioned a well-known animation production team to create an unprecedented period drama horror classic." Masao Iwata's eyes swept over Seito Suzuki, and finally fell on Hiroshi Nohara behind him.

His eyes were full of scrutiny and contempt.

"Oh? Is this... a newcomer?" He asked in feigned surprise, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "I remember now, aren't you the manga artist called... Nohara-kun, right?"

Nohara Hiroshi didn't say anything, just looked back at him calmly.

"Haha." Iwata Masao laughed, his laughter filled with undisguised malice. "As a cartoonist, why don't you stay home and paint instead of running off to a TV station? Do you think there's no future in cartooning and want to be a loser here at Tokyo TV and make a living?"

This sentence is extremely harsh.

It is not only an insult to Hiroshi Nohara personally, but also a denial of his identity and value as a creator.

Hashimoto Ichiro's fists clenched instantly, his face flushed red, and he trembled with rage. "Iwata!" Suzuki Seito roared, taking a step forward like an enraged lion: "Watch your words!"

Insulting his subordinates in front of him.

This is tantamount to insulting him!
If he doesn't protect his subordinates, then what dignity does he have? There is a lot of workplace bullying and oppression in Japanese society.

This kind of bullying and oppression is commonplace among classmates and colleagues in the same group.

However, if the younger generation is bullied outside, and the older generation who bullied and oppressed them doesn't stand up for them, then it means their prestige is completely destroyed! It means they are incompetent! It means they are garbage!

In Japan, it is an extremely serious sign of social death!

Of course, Seito Suzuki must also step forward.

"What's wrong with me?" Iwata Masao spread his hands, looking innocent. "I'm just concerned about the newcomers. After all, TV Tokyo isn't a place where just anyone can stay. What matters here is ability and performance. You can't just draw a few ridiculous pictures and get away with it."

He emphasized the words "ridiculous painting" and his eyes scraped at Nohara Hiroshi's face like a knife.

The smell of gunpowder in the air was so thick that it almost exploded.

Just then, the door of the Audit Department's office opened.

A woman in a sharp business suit and gold-rimmed glasses walked out. She looked to be in her thirties, with a delicate face, but her expression carried the coldness and dignity of someone who had long held a high position.

"What's the noise outside?" Her voice was not loud, but it immediately quieted the noisy corridor.

The arrogance on Iwata Masao's face immediately subsided a little, and he put on a warm smile: "Ah, it's Section Chief Takeshita. It's nothing, nothing, just catching up with Section Chief Suzuki."

"Section Chief Takeshita Ai." At this time, Suzuki Seito also lowered his head slightly to show his respect.

Nohara Hiroshi thought of the identity of this woman.

Love under the bamboo.

The head of the Animation Review Section of the Review Department, a woman known within the TV station for her ruthlessness and sharp eyesight.

She swept her eyes over the two groups of people, especially glancing at Iwata Masao with disgust, and said lightly: "If you want to reminisce, go to the lounge. This is the workplace. Give me the project materials to be reviewed, and you can go back."

Her tone brooked no room for argument.

Iwata Masao immediately handed over the exquisite "Ghost House Samurai" plan with a beaming smile, adding attentively, "Section Chief Takeshita, this is a project that Deputy Director Takada personally reviewed. Thank you for your concern."

Ai Takeshita took it expressionlessly, but when she heard the words "Deputy Director Takada", her eyebrows moved slightly.

"Section Chief Takeshita, here are our project plan and videotape."

Suzuki Seito also walked forward and handed over the plain videotape and a few pages of simple instruction documents.

Compared with Iwata's thick plan that was like a work of art, Suzuki's submission seemed pitifully shabby.

Ai Takeshita took the videotape, weighed it, and then took a look at the handwritten words on the cover - "Anzhiju".

She said nothing, just nodded at them, then turned and walked back to the office, leaving the grudges and expectations of both sides behind the door.

The door closed with a click.

Iwata Masao glanced at Suzuki Seito with a smug look and silently mouthed two words: "Garbage."

Then he walked away with his men, laughing.

Suzuki Seito's body was shaking slightly with anger. He stared at Iwata Masao's back, his fists clenched until the knuckles turned white.

"Section Chief." Nohara Hiroshi said softly, "Let's go back."

Suzuki Seito turned his head and saw Nohara Hiroshi's still calm face, and the raging anger in his heart was suppressed little by little.

He sighed deeply, patted Nohara Hiroshi's shoulder, glanced at the dejected Hashijita, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

But when Suzuki Seito turned around, his chest, which had been held high in front of Iwata Masao, suddenly slumped.

Especially when I think of Masao Iwata's obviously extremely exquisite plan and videotape.

In his heart...

There's a little more uncertainty.

(End of this chapter)