I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 9 Play
As Suzuki Seito explained the whole story, Nohara Hiroshi also understood why he and Hashiichi Ichiro were late today.

The first is to apply for Hashimoto Ichiro's promotion to third-level director.

Second, it is about the copyright of "Anzhiju".

After all, the copyright of "An Shiba Inu" is still in the hands of Hiroshi Nohara. If it is to be made into an animation, they will definitely need to purchase the copyright of Nohara Hiroshi and then produce it.

This is the normal process.

But the reason why Suzuki Seito was so angry was that Hashimoto's promotion to third-level director was delayed by the human resources department.

They said that after an investigation by the Human Resources Department and feedback from the Animation Department, Hashiji Ichirō needed to participate in or produce better works alone.

This made Suzuki Seito extremely angry.

If that's the case, then forget it.

He also understood that the people at Tokyo TV's production headquarters were quite hostile to outsiders like them.

Even Suzuki Seito was marginalized, let alone Hashimoto Ichiro?
I can only hold my nose and admit it.

The key point is that when he went to the animation department to apply for funds to purchase the animation adaptation rights of "An Shibauri", the purchase cost of 50 yen per episode that he proposed was directly reduced to 40 yen.

It's like slapping him in the face.

"This is damned!"

Suzuki Seito sat in his chair, still quite annoyed, gritting his teeth and saying, "According to my understanding, Iwata Masao's production costs are 200 million yen per episode, not including the copyright fees for purchasing the comics!"

This is an extreme double standard.

Suzuki Seito didn't say anything.

Because the production budget he was allocated was only 100 million yen per episode!

It’s half as much!
Although in terms of subject matter, Masao Iwata requested a more exquisite horror animation that should be broadcast in the midnight slot, around 23pm.

Seito Suzuki was asked to produce a horror animation in the midnight segment, which is around 0:20 in the morning, and the requirements were more relaxed.

But this itself is a double standard.

just now.

They're playing with double standards!

As Suzuki Seito sat here, he felt a kind of anger burning from the soul level, making him extremely indignant.

"Section Chief Suzuki, it's okay. 40 yen is already a lot." But at this time, Nohara Hiroshi chuckled and spoke, which stunned Suzuki Seito.

"Nohara-kun..." Suzuki Seito looked stunned.

"I accept this copyright fee." Nohara Hiroshi's lips curled up slightly. "After all, this is only the price for the first season. If our show becomes a big hit, will the copyright fee for the second season still be this much?"

Hiroshi Nohara puts the copyright fees on the future.

After all, whether "Anzhiju" can become popular or not, others may not know, but how could he not know?
"Nohara-kun!" But Suzuki Seito really didn't know. At this time, he looked at Nohara Hiroshi with an emotional expression on his face.

Then he stood up directly from his seat.

He bowed deeply to Nohara Hiroshi on the spot and said with great emotion, "Thank you very much! Nohara Hiroshi-kun!"

For Seito Suzuki, Hiroshi Nohara sacrificed his own money to help him succeed.

And he also recognized Suzuki Seito so firmly.

This is enough to show the affection between the two!

In particular, Nohara Hiroshi was an intern assistant recruited by him personally, and he was also a classmate and good friend of his nephew Suzuki Kawa.

You can definitely treat them as your own people!
And is.

The kind of people you must respect!
"Mr. Suzuki!" At this time, Hiroshi Nohara certainly understood the etiquette of the Japanese people. He did not dare to stand there and enjoy the bow. He also bent deeply and bowed deeply to Seito Suzuki to show his humility.

Even when bowing, Hiroshi Nohara still felt a little helpless.

Bow at every turn.

You have to return the gift.

If you don't return the favor, the other person will become jealous.

"Speechless." Nohara Hiroshi thought about the strict hierarchical order in the Japanese workplace, as well as the abnormal level of personal dependence and factionalism. Even if he traveled through time and space and was in his twenties, he still couldn't adapt.

But now that I'm here, what else can I do?
……

After chatting for a few more words about the next work issues, Hiroshi Nohara returned to the classroom with Suzuki Seito's approval and encouragement.

Light and sound from outside rushed in instantly, enveloping him once again in that vibrant little world. He walked back to his workstation, where Minamimura Hoshi and Hasegawa Rin were looking at him with some anxiety, and even Kitagawa Yao cast a concerned glance at him.

"It's okay." Nohara Hiroshi gave them a reassuring smile: "Keep working, and try to get the first story out today!"

His words seemed to have magical power, dispelling the anxiety in everyone's hearts.

The depressed atmosphere caused by the section chief's lateness and bad mood was swept away, replaced by a kind of excitement as if injected with a shot of adrenaline.

Time passes quietly with the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

Nohara Hiroshi didn't say another word. He just stood behind Minamimura Hoshi and Hase Mizuzou, like a calm ghost. His eyes swept over every drawing, and his fingers would occasionally lightly tap on a certain storyboard to offer the most refined suggestions for revisions.

"The shadows here need to be deeper, dark enough to swallow up the light."

"The look in this man's eyes shouldn't be one of fear, but rather confusion. Yes, the kind of confusion that comes from feeling uneasy and that something is wrong."

“The symbol in the background is painted a little older, as if it would decay if it were even slightly peeled off, but it is closed, holding a secret.”

"What we want is a sense of atmosphere, not the traditional death and horror, but a suspicious atmosphere that appears in the familiar modern city, slowly turning into fear, and finally turning into complete horror, a horror that is extremely terrifying when you think about it carefully!"

His guidance is precise and deadly, always able to point out the core of the picture.

Nancun and Hase's initial amazement had turned into a conviction that was almost worshipful.

They felt like they were not making an animation, but rather performing some kind of mysterious ritual under the guidance of a master, summoning out a ghost lurking deep within the paper, bit by bit.

Hashijitaro also joined in, silently doing the auxiliary work of coloring. Although there was still a lingering haze on his face, his hands were moving meticulously.

He poured all his frustration and unwillingness into those thick, dark colors.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon.

When the last frame was scanned into the computer for final synthesis, everyone in the Suzuki classroom held their breath.

"Let's start!" Suzuki Seito stepped forward and gave the order.

"Hi!"

Nancun Xing pressed the play button with trembling hands.

The lights in the office were turned off, leaving only the computer screen emitting a cold light.

A strange sound as if from ancient times was heard faintly. The dim sunset dyed the residential area into a strange orange color. Countless children with expressionless faces or weird smiles were playing.

A Kamashige man wearing a yellow mask appeared on the screen, speaking the opening remarks in a flat tone accompanied by the sound of a small drum.

"Do not miss passing through……"

"It's time for Anzhiju..."

Then, in black letters on a white background, like a funeral, the title of the film appeared: "Anzhiju: The Talisman Girl"

The screen switched.

Rough lines, large blocks of color, and paper-like figures.

A man found a new house. Under the setting sun, the sound of the truck leaving made a "beep" sound, reflecting the man's lifeless eyes due to fatigue from moving, and his face that was numb and confused because of the future.

Accompanied by the voiceover by Haseji, the story begins with a narration.

The sound, played through cheap speakers, seemed to be rubbing directly on everyone's eardrums.

The slide-like switching of images not only fails to reduce the sense of horror, but amplifies the unknown and unresolved fear countless times because of the pauses and static weird composition.

At the end of the story, the protagonist man tore up more talismans at home, and just above his head, a group of sinister and vicious shadows slowly emerged.

The story ends abruptly!

The screen went black.

There was dead silence in the office.

Beichuan Yao instinctively folded her arms, her face turning pale. Nancun Xing and Chang Gu Lu Zou were breathing heavily, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

"Success..." Suzuki Seito muttered to himself, and for the first time, the light rekindled in his eyes.

Nohara Hiroshi turned on the light.

He looked at everyone's reactions, his heart calm.

All this was within his expectations.

This kind of psychological fear rooted in urban legends and daily life is a new and irresistible excitement for people of this era!

(End of this chapter)