I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 103: Raid on Tokyo! Nohara Hiroshi's throbbing! The father, mother and brother of this world!
When Kei Tanaka and his shattered but rekindled team stepped into the familiar yet unfamiliar Nohara classroom again, they were no longer greeted by strange looks from their colleagues, but a final version of the project plan that was thick enough to be used as a pillow.

Hiroshi Nohara didn't say too much nonsense. He just distributed a copy of the blueprint, which could be called the bible of variety shows, to everyone.

"One hour to finish it." His voice was calm, yet it carried a kind of authority that brooked no argument. "In one hour, we'll have our first production meeting."

In the conference room, Kei Tanaka and his nine subordinates who had just climbed out of the trough of life were like nine prisoners about to face the final judgment. They held their breath and focused all their attention on those seemingly thin pieces of paper that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Then, this small conference room was completely drowned out by a series of suppressed gasps of extreme shock.

"This...is this...a script?"

The once genius variety show writer, a man named Kenta, looked at the detailed schedule that had every joke, every gag, and even the second the guest should exclaim, all clearly marked. For the first time, a look of disbelief and horror appeared in his eyes that had long been cloudy due to the erosion of alcohol.

"Variety shows... can they be filmed like this?"

The art director who was once famous for his attention to detail, looking at those creative illustrations that were full of wild imagination and marked with extremely detailed props and scenes, felt that his own worldview had been completely crushed to pieces at this moment.

They are all veterans who have been immersed in the variety show field for several years. They know too well how much traditional variety show production relies on the host's on-the-spot performance, the guests' impromptu reactions, and the "live feeling" that is full of uncertainty.

But the business plan in front of me is like the sharpest scalpel, ruthlessly eliminating all the "uncertainty" factors.

It is like a movie script with an ending already written. Every link and every rhythm are precisely arranged in the most appropriate position by the hand of an omnipotent God.

This is no longer a variety show.

This is using an almost industrialized, assembly-line precision operation to produce a flawless entertainment product that is destined to make all the audience laugh!

"This is really too detailed. It's basically teaching us how to act in a variety show, not how to participate in a variety show..."

Kei Tanaka let out a long breath, and that breath seemed to take away all the confusion and bewilderment of his half life.

He raised his head and looked at the young man who was sitting calmly in the main seat, flipping through the actor's information. His eyes were filled with awe from the depths of his soul, like a seeker who had just glimpsed the way of heaven.

"Section Chief Nohara." His voice was hoarse, but with an unprecedented firmness: "You want to... use the style of making a movie to shoot a variety show?"

"That's certainly true." Nohara Hiroshi put down the information in his hand and raised his head. A faint smile flickered in his clear eyes. "I just want to make the audience happy."

"In traditional variety shows, the audience's 'cool moments' are random and uncontrollable. They rely on the personal charm of the stars and on chance events on the set. What I want to do is to make this 'cool moment' inevitable."

"I want the audience's emotions to be firmly in our control from the first second of the show to the last. When should they laugh, when should they marvel, when should they be moved, when should they applaud... all of this is designed by us."

"This is the true spirit of entertainment that serves the audience."

"As for the soul of variety shows, I don't need that at all. I just need you, the filming crew, and the actors I've found to follow my plan completely, completely, completely!"

These words were so powerful that they were like a bolt of lightning that cut through the night sky, instantly illuminating the minds of Kei Tanaka and his subordinates, who had long been confined by the old rules.

They looked at the young man with increasing amazement.

"Okay, it's almost time."

Nohara Hiroshi glanced at his watch and stood up, his posture like a general about to rush off to the battlefield. "Actors, I've prepared you. You're all talented actors from our Kanto faction, with excellent acting skills but a sense of underappreciated talent. Your task is to perfectly present every detail of this project plan before the camera."

"Hi!"

Kei Tanaka and his nine subordinates who had already been completely convinced stood up together and bowed deeply to him. There was a determination in their voices that was enough to entrust their lives to him!

Although they don't know if this will attract audiences, they have already hit rock bottom in life...

What right do I have to say no?

Besides, this young man named Hiroshi Nohara has already created two ratings miracles, and I have no right to doubt him.

Why not just give it a try?

What if it succeeds?

Nohara Hiroshi also had a faint smile on his face, because he knew that this would definitely be a success. After all, this was a variety show copied from the neon world of his previous life.

It is also the most exciting first season of "Super Change".

This national-level variety show has already been edited extremely well, and he has also made meticulous productions through Tanaka's team.

Make the strong stronger and the good better.

It will definitely be more exciting.

"The principle of borrowing is always useful." A smile appeared on Nohara Hiroshi's lips.

……

In the next few days, Nohara Hiroshi's life fell into an unprecedented yet controllable busyness.

He was like a king with boundless energy, inspecting the three vast territories that he was cultivating at the same time.

In the morning, he would first go to the production studio of "Anzhiju" to take a look at the work progress of Hashijitaro and his three "supervisors".

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, and the familiar atmosphere full of Japanese horror aesthetics is being reconstructed bit by bit.

Then, he'll go to the set of the second season of "Wonderful Stories of the World."

Kenji Sato and Takeshi Yamamoto, the two veterans of the Kanto school, were like two of the most sophisticated instruments, reproducing every detail of his drawings exactly in the camera.

The tacit understanding and efficiency are even higher than at the beginning.

In the afternoon, he will devote all his energy to that new battlefield full of infinite possibilities - the recording site of "Super Change".

Watching Kei Tanaka and his reborn team, with an almost pilgrimage-like enthusiasm, turning his wild ideas into reality one by one, that feeling is like a God who has created a new world with his own hands, full of incomparable sense of accomplishment.

Everything is good and everything is under control.

On Friday evening, when Nohara Hiroshi finished processing the last document at hand and looked at the gradually sinking dusk outside the window, a kind of satisfaction and relaxation from the heart made the smile on the corners of his mouth become particularly gentle.

He picked up the phone and dialed Beichuan Yao's internal number.

"Kitagawa, go reserve a table. The best private room at Torikochi in Ginza. It's my treat tonight. Invite all three core members of our project team."

"Hi! Section Chief!" Beichuan Yao's crisp voice full of surprise came from the other end of the phone.

It is such a blessing to follow Hiroshi Nohara. From time to time, the section chief Hiroshi Nohara will treat us to a meal.

They ate and drank heartily and enjoyed a feast.

The little girl Beichuan Yao has gained four or five pounds. Every time she hears Nohara Hiroshi say he will treat them, she will smile happily yet distressedly.

But every time I can go to a high-end izakaya and enjoy a high-end meal.

Who wouldn’t like it?

……

Ginza, Toriko.

This top-tier yakitori restaurant, renowned for its exquisite grilling using premium binchotan charcoal and its reputation for making even chicken butts resemble kaiseki cuisine, was currently enveloped in a joyful atmosphere brimming with the spirit of victory. Nearly thirty core members from three project teams were gathered together.

They drank ice-cold Asahi draft beer and ate the juicy grilled chicken, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Their faces were filled with a kind of pride that came from the heart.

"Come on! Cheers to our almighty Section Chief Nohara!"

I don't know who was the first to raise his glass.

Immediately, the thunderous responses merged into a torrent that was enough to shake the entire Ginza night sky!

"cheers!"

Nohara Hiroshi smiled and raised his glass, drinking the cold liquid in one gulp. The exhilaration of a winner swept away all the fatigue in his heart.

'Beep! Beep!'

In the midst of this sea of ​​revelry, a rapid electronic beep sounded from the pager he placed on the table.

He picked up the small black square, took a look at the strange number and the short, rustic message displayed on the screen, and was completely stunned.

[Is this Hiroshi? I'm your brother Sashi. Your parents and I just arrived at Tokyo Station. Where are you now?]

"……what?!"

Hiroshi Nohara felt as if his brain was hit hard by a meteorite falling from the sky.

For the first time, a trace of undisguised, pure dullness appeared on his face, which was always calm.

Brother? Father? Ofukuro? (Brother? Dad? Mom?)
Why... did they come to Tokyo?!
And... already arrived?!

This seems a bit too sudden, doesn't it?!

……

Tokyo Station, Shinkansen platform.

The endless stream of people was like a stone thrown into an ant nest, causing chaotic ripples.

Nohara Ginnosuke and Nohara Tsuru, two elderly men from the countryside of Akita, were now looking at the huge futuristic station in front of them with curiosity, like two groundhogs who had strayed into a steel forest.

"Wow! Ahe, look! That tram has two decks!" Nohara Ginnosuke pointed to a double-decker Shinkansen slowly passing by in the distance, his little eyes flashing with excitement that had never seen the world before.

"Yes, yes, and that one, the screen is so big, bigger than our TV at home!" Nohara Tsuru pointed at the huge electronic display screen in the waiting hall like a child, with an amazed look on his face.

The two people's admiration, which was full of local flavor, formed a sharp contrast with the Tokyo people around them who were in a hurry and had long been accustomed to this.

"They're all a bunch of stinky outsiders coming to Tokyo!"

Those Tokyo people curled their lips.

Only Nohara Sashi, the simple farmer, was looking at his wallet, which had shrunk in an instant because of the purchase of three train tickets, with a painful look on his face. His dark face was full of regret.

"Father, I told you a long time ago that we can just take the ordinary tram. It's not much faster. The Shinkansen is too expensive. One ticket is enough for our family's food expenses for several days." He couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

"Shut up! You mean bastard!"

Nohara Ginnosuke glared, and the majesty of the head of the family reappeared: "We are here to see Hiroshi! We are here to see the hope for the future of our Nohara family! Of course we have to take the best car and come in style! What do you know?!"

He paused, looked up and down at his eldest son with a look of disappointment in his son's ability, and curled his lips.

"With your stingy behavior, it's no wonder you're almost thirty and can't even find a girlfriend! You deserve it!"

"I... I'm just being frugal!" Nohara Sashi's face flushed, and he stiffened his neck and retorted, "Besides, the reason I can't find a girlfriend is that girls these days are too materialistic! It has nothing to do with whether I'm frugal or not!"

"Alright, alright, you two, you start arguing as soon as you meet."

Nohara Tsuru, as usual, came out to smooth things over. She glanced around, a hint of worry emerging on her gentle face. "Xiuzhi, have you paged Guangzhi? He...he'll come pick us up, right?"

"It's sent." Nohara Sashi pulled out his treasured pager and waved it proudly. "Don't worry, Mom. This is called 'achieving great results with little effort'! A pager only has a few words, and it's much cheaper than a phone call! Hiroshi, that kid, will definitely get back to me the moment he sees the message."

As soon as he finished speaking, the small pager vibrated again.

[Brother, take good care of Mom and Dad. I'll be there soon.]

"Look!" A victorious smile instantly appeared on Nohara Sashi's face.

Call up?
Where there is a pager, it is convenient to send text messages.

And it’s cheap!
……

The black Toyota Crown Majestic was like a flash of black lightning in the night, moving smoothly and swiftly through Tokyo's complex spider-web-like roads.

Of course, Nohara Hiroshi couldn't drive after drinking. Neon has now implemented penalty standards for drunk driving.

Quite strict.

So Nohara Hiroshi asked Hase Michizo, who didn't drink because he had other things to do, to drive.

"Hase! Faster!"

In the back seat, Hiroshi Nohara looked at the street scene rapidly receding outside the window, and a hint of panic emerged on his usually calm face, which he himself was not even aware of.

No matter how well you do, when you see your parents, you will always feel a little excited.

And Nohara Hiroshi is a time traveler.

To this parent and brother...

The emotions are still very complicated.

"Hi!"

In the driver's seat, Hasejizo, who was always a little shy, now looked like an experienced driver. He nodded heavily and stepped on the accelerator a little deeper.

“Wuwuwu——”

The V8 engine let out a low roar and rushed forward quickly like an awakened beast, bringing with it the astonished faces of passers-by who heard the noise.

However, when they saw that it was the luxury car Toyota Crown, they all gritted their teeth and cursed.

"Some rich people have luxury cars, so what? They make noises like this in the middle of the night! It's unreliable!"

Then they soon arrived at the pick-up platform of Tokyo Station.

Far away.

Nohara Hiroshi saw three figures carrying large and small bags, waiting for something pitifully at the edge of the platform.

Nohara Hiroshi's heart moved slightly, and he subconsciously showed a bright smile, waving his hands vigorously and shouting, "Dad, Mom! And... Brother Xiaozhi!"

(End of this chapter)