I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 76 Another confrontation in front of the Audit Department!
Friday, eight in the morning.

Tokyo TV Production Headquarters Building, Audit Department.

The corridor was brightly lit, and the cold air from the central air conditioning and the printer ink were intertwined, bringing a special sense of solemnity.

Nohara Hiroshi was walking in front. He was wearing a well-tailored dark grey casual suit today. He didn't wear a tie and had two buttons on his collar undone casually. There was a light smile on his handsome face, and he exuded a calmness as if he was strolling in the garden.

Behind him, Nancun Xing, Changse Luzou and Beichuan Yao were like knights about to go to the holy war, each of them holding their heads high and chests puffed out, with solemnity and excitement written all over their faces.

Nancun Xing and Chang Gu Luzou, one on the left and one on the right, like two most loyal guards, carefully holding a master tape wrapped in a shockproof paper box.

Beichuan Yao was holding a folder tightly. Inside was the "Wonderful Stories of the World" project, which embodied the hard work of their section chief and carried the hopes of their entire team.

"Good morning, Miss Takeshita."

Nohara Hiroshi walked to the audit department and gave a gentle smile to the female employee who wore black-framed glasses, looked a little serious, but was always efficient and effective in her work.

"It's Section Chief Nohara, good morning." Takeshita Ai pushed her glasses, and her face, which always had no expression, softened a little imperceptibly when she saw Nohara Hiroshi.

After all, the young man in front of him is a legendary figure known to everyone in the entire production bureau.

He was also the young man she watched grow up step by step.

"This is the master tape and plan for our classroom's new project. Could you please help hand it over?" Hiroshi Nohara leaned aside and motioned the three people behind him to present the items.

"Hi!"

Nancun Xing and Chang Gulu Zou took a step forward almost at the same time and gently placed the box in their hands on the reception desk. The action was so solemn as if they were presenting a secret decree concerning the fate of the country.

Ai Takeshita nodded and was about to register according to the procedure, but she caught a glimpse of several figures walking towards her slowly at the other end of the corridor.

Her eyes turned disgusted.

Because the person in charge is none other than Masao Iwata, a Tokyo-based figure who is currently in the limelight in the production department.

Nohara Hiroshi also noticed it. He turned his head, the smile on his lips remained unchanged, but a hint of understanding flashed in his clear eyes.

It's true that enemies always meet.

Masao Iwata obviously saw them as well. Instead of avoiding them, he quickened his pace and walked straight towards them with a ostentatious smile unique to a winner on his face.

Behind him followed the assistant named Kojima, and... Hashijita Ichiro, whose face was as gloomy as the sky before a rainstorm.

"Hey, isn't this Section Chief Nohara? What a coincidence."

Masao Iwata's voice was loud and full of false enthusiasm. He walked to the reception desk and placed the equally beautifully packaged master tape and project plan in his hands heavily on the table with a bang. The sound was not loud, but it was full of protest.

"We have also finished the sample for the third season of 'Anzhiju' and would like to ask Ms. Takeshita to review it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Hashiji Ichiro behind him instantly became even uglier in expression, and subconsciously wanted to shrink back.

However, Minamimura Hoshi and Hase Michizo, who were standing behind Nohara Hiroshi, didn't even bother to give him a glance.

All the expressions on those two young faces froze into cold indifference the moment they saw Hashijitaro.

There is also anger beneath indifference.

They even turned their heads at the same time in tacit understanding and looked out the window on the other side of the corridor. Their postures made it seem as if the man in front of them, whom they once regarded as their senior, was just a ball of colorless and odorless air, not worth even a second of their attention.

This kind of disregard is more lethal than any vicious curse.

Hashijitaro's body suddenly stiffened, and his already gloomy face instantly turned the color of liver. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling that his dignity was being thrown to the ground and trampled on repeatedly by these former juniors in the most contemptuous way.

Masao Iwata took it all in, with a playful smile on his face.

This is the effect he wants.

He wanted to make Hashiji Ichiro realize clearly that he was isolated by the Kanto faction, so that he would be devoted to becoming the most loyal dog in Masao Iwata's hands.

"Oh my, life is so unpredictable."

Masao Iwata deliberately sighed and patted Hashijitaro on the shoulder. His gesture seemed to be comforting a wronged hero, but his eyes were looking directly at Hiroshi Nohara, and his eyes were full of condescending sighs.

"Back then, it was Section Chief Suzuki who was standing here. Now, he's been promoted to Level 2 Director and is working on a new animation project for a local station in Kanto, enjoying a second spring in his career. And I, on the other hand, have the honor of taking over the prestigious brand of 'Anshijiu'. Speaking of which, I really have to thank you, Section Chief Nohara, for laying such a good foundation for us. Now, I want to use this work to prove my own success."

These words were said in a sarcastic tone.

Every word was like a poisoned needle, accurately piercing the sore spot of the Kanto faction members present.

"you--!"

Nancun Xing and Chang Gu Luzou were instantly furious. Anger was written all over their young faces. They turned around almost at the same time and were about to step forward to argue.

However, Nohara Hiroshi simply raised his hand slightly and firmly suppressed their anger that was about to burst out.

He looked at Masao Iwata, still with that calm smile on his face, as if the other party's little tricks that were not worthy of being shown on the stage were nothing more than a clown's funny performance in his eyes.

"Section Chief Iwata, you're too kind." His voice was calm, his emotions unremarkable. "The success of a production is the result of the efforts of the entire team. Now that you and... Mr. Hashimoto have taken over, I naturally hope that you can do a good job with the third season of 'Anshiji Residence'."

"I also hope that the techniques, concepts, and innovative ideas I put into making Dark House can be truly learned."

He paused, and his gaze finally fell on Hashijitachi, who had kept his head down from beginning to end and did not dare to look him in the eye. His eyes were as calm as a bottomless lake.

"Otherwise, all the hard work I put in before would really be... wasted."

These words were spoken lightly, but they were like an invisible slap in the face of Hashijitaro.

Hidden behind those seemingly encouraging words is the original author's most naked contempt for a poor imitator.

——You are just an heir, and I am the creator. Please don't waste my hard work.

"I--!"

Hashijitaro suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Nohara Hiroshi. The humiliation and anger that had been suppressed for a long time burst out at this moment like a flood that broke through a dam!

"Nohara Hiroshi! Don't be so proud!" His voice became sharp and piercing with excitement, like a piece of broken glass. "I also participated in the production of 'Anzhiju'! From planning to storyboarding, there was no one thing I didn't give you suggestions?! I'm also a hero! Why do you get all the credit?! Why do people only see you?!"

He was breathing heavily, and his flushed face seemed a little distorted due to the violent fluctuations of emotions.

"Now, I'm going to use this third season of 'Yamishibai' to prove myself! To prove that I, Hashiichiro, can succeed even without you!" This hysterical declaration plunged the entire corridor into a deathly silence.

Masao Iwata watched the scene with great interest, a smile on his face as if he was going to enjoy the show.

Before Nohara Hiroshi could even open his mouth, the three people behind him had completely lost their patience.

"Ha! Did I hear that right?"

Nancun Xing was the first to scoff. He looked at Hashimoto Ichiro with a look as if he were looking at a shameless thief. "Giving suggestions? Hashimoto-senpai, what you call suggestions is following the section chief around every day, asking him, 'Would this storyboard be better drawn this way?' or 'Is that color too dark?' And then, after the section chief has finalized everything, you take notes and pretend to write it down, and that's your credit?"

"That's right!"

Hasegawa Jizou also stepped forward, his usually shy face now filled with disdain. "Minamimura and I, just helping the section chief organize materials and drawing some auxiliary background lines, have far more work to do than you, the so-called 'executive director'! And you still have the nerve to call yourself a hero? Your words are nothing but self-praise and boasting! I'm embarrassed for you!"

Even the usually quiet Beichuan Yao couldn't help but clench her fists. Her big, sparkling eyes were filled with disappointment and anger. "Senior Qiaoxia, we all used to respect you. But you... you really disappoint us!"

These three consecutive blows were like three loud slaps in the face, slapping Hashijitaro hard in the face and completely tearing his pitiful self-esteem to pieces!
His bold words of self-defense seemed so pale and powerless in front of these three young men who knew the inside story best.

so ridiculous.

"I...I..." Hashijitaro's face turned from red to white, and then from white to blue in an instant.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't refute a word. His eyes were like a wild dog that had been skinned in public, with only endless resentment and madness left.

"Okay! Okay! You all side with him!"

In anger and humiliation, he completely lost his mind and vented all his resentment on the young man who had just looked at him calmly from beginning to end.

"Nohara Hiroshi! Don't think you've won! I heard your film 'The Wonderful World' was shot in just one day! You even hired a washed-up director to make a cameo appearance! Even if something this shoddy is submitted for review, what good will it do? It's doomed to fail! Absolutely!"

He roared almost like a curse, and the sound was particularly harsh in the quiet corridor.

However, at the climax of his roar, a gaze so cold that it seemed to freeze the air pierced into his pupils like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

The smile on Nohara Hiroshi's face had disappeared without a trace at some point.

Instead, there is a coldness and indifference like a glacier that has existed for thousands of years.

He turned around slowly, and his eyes, which always held a gentle smile, now looked like two bottomless cold pools. They were calm, yet contained a terrifying power that could devour everything.

He didn't say anything, but just looked at Hashijita Ro quietly and straight.

There was no anger or contempt in that look, only a pure, absolute indifference, like a god looking down on an ant.

That was a warning.

A silent warning that is more intimidating than any words.

"..."

The more vicious curse that Hashiji Ichiro was about to blurt out was like being strangled by an invisible hand, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

His body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Under that cold gaze, he felt as if he was standing naked in the Siberian cold wind. The chill that rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head made his mind, which was burned by anger, become extremely clear in an instant.

He was afraid.

Because he himself is extremely guilty.

So he kept his mouth shut.

The entire corridor fell into silence again.

Nohara Hiroshi withdrew his gaze, and his handsome face regained its calm expression.

He smiled gently at Takeshita Ai, who was already stunned by this unexpected turn of events, and nodded.
"Ms. Takeshita, I'm sorry."

After saying this, he turned around and left with his three subordinates without looking back.

The back was upright and calm, like a king who had inspected his territory without taking away a cloud.

It was not until those figures completely disappeared at the end of the corridor that Hashiji Ichiro seemed to be exhausted, his legs went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, his forehead already covered with fine beads of cold sweat.

"Iwata...Section Chief..." He said in a hoarse voice, looking at Masao Iwata beside him, with a hint of fear in his eyes after surviving a disaster.

Iwata Masao didn't say anything.

The smile of anticipation on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and curiosity.

He felt it too.

At that moment just now, the terrifying aura that erupted from that young man was enough to make anyone's heart palpitate.

That is definitely not what a 23-year-old young man should have.

It's as if...

Absolute confidence and absolute confidence!
This Nohara Hiroshi...who is his background?
For the first time, Iwata Masao felt a genuine, heartfelt fear of this opponent whom he regarded as a "greenhorn".

However, he quickly suppressed this emotion.

He patted Hashijita's shoulder, which was still trembling slightly, and spoke in a low voice, but with an unquestionable command.

"What are you afraid of?"

"No matter how powerful he is, he's just one person. We must win this time!"

Hashijitaro looked at Iwata Masao's face full of ambition, and remembered the cold look just now. He gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

He knew that he had no way out.

He can only walk on this single-plank bridge of betrayal until the end.

PS: I am a little exhausted. I have written nine chapters here and am going to sleep first. I will work hard on writing tomorrow. Please give me some monthly tickets and recommendation tickets~
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