I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 75: Early morning conversation with Misae! Nohara Hiroshi’s plan!

The morning breeze, carrying a hint of last night's drunkenness, slipped in through the half-open window and gently brushed Nohara Hiroshi's cheek.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling a little distressed by the slight headache brought on by the hangover.

But when he saw the peaceful sleeping face in his arms, all his worries disappeared in an instant.

Because the girl in my arms is Meiya.

Meiya curled up in his arms like a lazy cat, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow in the morning light, her slightly pouting mouth carrying a hint of dreamy sweetness.

Nohara Hiroshi's heart softened.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the fair forehead.

"Hmm~"

In her sleep, Misae made a nasal sound as thin as a mosquito, and subconsciously rubbed against his arms, as if looking for a more comfortable position. That complete trust and attachment made Nohara Hiroshi's mouth unconsciously curl up in a doting arc.

He carefully pulled his arm free and quietly got up from the bed.

After washing up, he walked to the door and opened the small milk box. Two bottles of milk in glass bottles with cute cow patterns printed on them were lying quietly inside, with morning dew still condensed on the bottles.

Back in the kitchen, he skillfully stuffed the sliced ​​bread into the bread machine and set the timer.

In the frying pan, the olive oil sizzles at low temperature, and the thinly sliced ​​ham slowly curls in the pan, emitting an enticing meaty aroma.

In another small pot next to it, blanched arugula and nozavas are being simmered in broth, and a fresh aroma gradually spreads.

Nohara Hiroshi was in a very good mood, even having some leisure time. He took out the minced meat and chopped onions left over from last night's refrigerator, mixed them with eggs, breadcrumbs and a little black pepper, patted them repeatedly in his palms, and molded them into round and thick meat patties.

Soon, the hamburger meat was fried in the pan until both sides were golden brown. The rich gravy mixed with the sweet aroma of onions, like the most domineering invader, instantly occupied every corner of the small apartment.

“Wow…it smells so good…”

At this moment, a sweet voice with a hint of laziness and surprise came from the kitchen door.

When Nohara Hiroshi turned around, he saw Misae rubbing her sleepy eyes, like a greedy little cat awakened by the fragrance, twitching her nose cutely, and her big watery eyes were filled with the straightforward desire of "I'm so hungry".

"Awake?" Nohara Hiroshi smiled and put the last piece of hamburger meat on the plate, turned around and opened his arms.

Mei Ya immediately pounced on him like a young swallow, her soft and elastic body pressed tightly against his back, her arms wrapped around his waist, and she buried her little face in his shoulder, rubbing it with satisfaction.

"Guangzhi-kun, the breakfast you make smells the best in the world!" Meisai praised.

"Not always."

Nohara Hiroshi turned around, hugged her in his arms, bent down and gently kissed the tip of her nose, which was slightly stained with flour. There was a hint of mischief in his eyes that only the two of them understood: "I think Mrs. Nohara smells sweeter in the morning."

"Ah! You...you are not serious again!" Mei Ya's face turned red all of a sudden, like a ripe apple. She punched him on the chest coquettishly, but the force was so light that it seemed like she was just acting coquettishly.

After the laughter and jokes, a sumptuous breakfast was served on the table.

Golden toast, green vegetables, crispy ham and hamburger patties, and two cups of warm milk. It is simple yet full of the taste of home.

"I'm eating!" Mei Ya put her hands together and said with a pious look on her face. Then she picked up the knife and fork, cut off a piece of hamburger meat in small bites, and put it into her mouth.

The moment the rich gravy burst in her mouth, her beautiful big eyes narrowed in happiness.

"Hmm! It's so delicious!" She praised vaguely, her cheeks puffed up like a little hamster trying hard to hoard food.

Nohara Hiroshi looked at her satisfied expression and felt at peace in his heart.

"By the way, Hiroshi-kun."

Misae swallowed her food and suddenly remembered something. Her bright eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yesterday, I heard from Miss Kitagawa on the phone that the paperwork for the Setagaya apartment the TV station gave you is almost complete! When...when are we going to move in? I heard that the people who live in Setagaya are all really wealthy Tokyoites!"

Her tone was full of longing for the future.

A house of one's own, located in Tokyo's most famous high-end residential area, is a dream that would make any girl who comes here from a small town to work hard, enough to make her dizzy with happiness.

However, to her surprise, Nohara Hiroshi's expression did not change at all after hearing these words.

He just calmly took a sip of milk and put down the cup. His eyes, which always had a hint of smile, revealed a depth and solemnity that did not match his age.

"Mei-ya." He spoke slowly, his voice gentle, yet with a seriousness that brooked no argument: "We are not moving from that house."

"Huh?!" Meiya was stunned, her beautiful big eyes filled with confusion. "Why? That's a reward from the TV station! It would be such a waste if you don't keep it."

"It's not that I don't want to live here, it's that I can't live here." Nohara Hiroshi looked at her innocent look and sighed in his heart.

Of course, he couldn't tell her that within two years, this seemingly prosperous country would face an unprecedented economic avalanche. The house that countless people regarded as their lifelong pursuit would then become a heavy shackle that could crush any middle-class family.

The apartment given by the TV station is only 40 square meters.

Looks expensive.

The location is also good.

However, it will eventually vanish into nothingness in the bursting of the bubble, just like a hemorrhage.

"Meizai, do you think the current housing prices in Tokyo are normal?" he asked in a coaxing tone.

“Hmm…” Misae tilted her head, thinking seriously for a moment, “It seems… a bit ridiculously expensive. I heard from the lady next door that her relative bought a small apartment in Adachi Ward, and the monthly mortgage payment takes up two-thirds of their salary, and they have to pay it off for thirty years!” “That’s right.” Hiroshi Nohara nodded, his eyes sharpening, “The current housing prices are like a balloon being blown up bigger and bigger. It looks beautiful, but nobody knows when it will 'pop' and burst.”

He paused, painting a more alluring picture for her.

"So, my idea is to sell the house as soon as the paperwork is done. We can take advantage of the current good market and convert it into real cash."

"And then?" Mei Ya was stunned by his "investment theory" which sounded very profound.

"Then, we will use this money to make more stable investments."

A confident arc appeared on Nohara Hiroshi's lips.

"For example, we could rent a larger and more comfortable apartment first, save some of the remaining money, and invest the rest in more promising industries. That way, money can make money. After a few years, when the housing price balloon has deflated, we can use the remaining money to buy a house that's bigger and better than the one in Setagaya, one with a yard. Isn't that great?"

"Wow!" Pink bubbles began to appear in Meiya's beautiful big eyes.

She looked at the man in front of her who was talking eloquently. His handsome face was shining with a light called 'wisdom' and 'foresight', which made her little head completely occupied by admiration.

"Guangzhi-kun...you...you are so amazing!" She held her face with both hands, her eyes looking at an omnipotent god: "I...I will listen to you!"

"That's right." Nohara Hiroshi nodded with satisfaction and reached out to ruffle her hair lovingly.

He looked at the steel jungle outside the window, and in his mind, the chess game that he had already deduced countless times made another crucial move.

The bursting of the bubble economy is a disaster for ordinary people, but for him, a time traveler who holds the future in his hands, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He knew that when the economy stagnated and people's spending power was greatly weakened, the cheap entertainment industry that could provide spiritual comfort would instead usher in explosive growth.

Anime, comics, video games...

These things, which were hailed as the "Three Sacred Treasures of Heisei Otaku" in previous lives, will become the strongest and most profitable cultural pillars of this country in the next few decades.

What he, Hiroshi Nohara, has to do is to make arrangements in advance before this major reshuffle comes, and place his chips firmly on the future that is sure to win.

"Dark House" and "Wonderful Stories of the World" are just his test runs in the field of television.

"Yu Yu Hakusho" was his stepping stone into the comics industry.

And the next goal...

Nohara Hiroshi's eyes fell on the Nintendo SFC game console on the corner of the table, which he had just purchased and still exuded the smell of brand new plastic.

Countless names flashed through his mind, enough to drive any gamer crazy.

Final Fantasy, Dragon Quest, Pokémon, Resident Evil...

These masterpieces that have not yet been born, or that no one knows whether they will be born in this parallel neon world, are now like gold mines waiting for him to mine, quietly sleeping in the depths of his memory.

"Perhaps... there will be a chance to venture into a wider field."

Nohara Hiroshi chuckled in his heart, and this idea, like a seed, fell quietly.

Of course, it is still too early to make these grand plans.

Right now, he has more important things to do.

He turned his head and looked at the girl who was eating a sandwich in small bites, her face filled with pure yearning for a better life in the future, and his heart softened.

He didn't want Meiya to worry about anything.

All he wanted was for her to be like this forever, carefree, a lovely and responsible lady who only had to take care of the beautiful Mrs. Nohara.

Being a wife and mother of children may be her best destiny.

“Speaking of which…” Hiroshi Nohara’s gaze turned to the window again, his eyes seeming to pierce through the layers of skyscrapers and land on that more distant land, which had a touch of rural charm.

Kasukabe.

That place in another world that carries the childhood laughter and tears of countless people.

Although it is a bit far from downtown Tokyo, the housing prices there will become extremely affordable in the future.

The neighbors there, although a bit nosy, are also very kind.

There, there is a riverbank where he can take a leisurely stroll, and a meadow where he can chase the sunset with his son.

He calculated the time and found that it would take about four or five years for the little guy with two thick eyebrows to come into this world.

There are still nearly ten years before the story begins.

There is still plenty of time.

"No rush, take your time."

The corners of Nohara Hiroshi's mouth curled up into a confident and gentle arc.

He knew that the story that belonged to him and this new Nohara family had just begun.

(End of this chapter)