Chapter 149: Great Man! Father-in-law Yoshiharu Oyama’s Reflections!
Hiroshi Nohara’s voice was very flat, but at this moment it was like an invisible heavy hammer, ruthlessly striking the heart of everyone present!
In the entire Tokyo Television Production Bureau, is there any employee bigger than Nobuhiko Sakata?
And who dares to mention Nobuhiko Sakata’s name?
But Hiroshi Nohara dares.
Who doesn’t know that at the Tokyo Metropolis promotion banquet, Nobuhiko Sakata brought Hiroshi Nohara to attend the banquet, and the snippets that circulated were all about this Tokyo Television Production Bureau Director, the Deputy Station Manager responsible for all daily work, expressing admiration and pride for Hiroshi Nohara at the banquet.
Now, Hiroshi Nohara is 23 years old and a third-class director, with an Independent Production Department that even ordinary second-class directors don’t have.
Wasn’t it also approved by Director Sakata Nobuhiko?
So.
The current Hiroshi Nohara can basically be seen as the third generation cultivated by Director Sakata Nobuhiko, or even the fourth generation, and the future fifth and sixth generations will all look up to him… a tomorrow’s star of the Tokyo Television Production Bureau!
Even the future Production Bureau Director!
Thus, the entire stage instantly fell into a weird, pin-drop silence.
Those staff members who were originally full of indignation but dared not speak out, upon seeing the newcomer, had expressions of excitement and joy appear almost simultaneously on their faces!
“Minister Nohara!”
“Minister!”
“Minister, you’re back!”
They were like a group of lost lambs who found their backbone, not even bothering to glance at that “top idol” who was jumping around like a Persian cat whose tail had been stepped on!
They surged forward like a tide, surrounding that young man who had been calmly smiling from beginning to end, holding him in the center like the moon surrounded by stars!
That heartfelt worship and trust was not concealed in the slightest!
“You… you bastard!”
Shunsuke Kamiki was stunned.
That already somewhat feminine handsome face was now slightly distorted due to extreme shock and humiliation.
He looked at that man in the center surrounded by everyone, who was a few years younger than him and even more handsome, and those peach blossom eyes carefully lined with eyeliner were instantly filled with flames of jealousy.
“You… what the hell are you? What Sakata this and that? I don’t know him! Do you know who in your Production Bureau’s top brass I know!?”
His voice became sharp: “This is the backstage of 《Super Change Change Change》! The Tokyo Television Production Bureau’s top brass invited me as a guest! It’s my Shunsuke Kamiki’s exclusive show! You, some guy who popped out of nowhere, dare to point fingers here?!”
He pointed at those staff members, his voice filled with hysterical roar: “And you bunch of snobbish bastards! Have you forgotten who the real star is today?! Believe it or not, with one phone call, I can make all of you roll out of Tokyo Television!”
However, this time, no one paid attention to his roar anymore.
Those staff members just looked at him with eyes almost like they were looking at an idiot, with pity.
There was no anger in those eyes.
Only mockery.
Only pity.
Only that kind of helpless look toward kittens and puppies.
And this kind of gaze was exactly what Shunsuke Kamiki, who had climbed up by any means necessary, hated the most when people looked at him before he succeeded like now!
Thinking of the torment he experienced last night and the twisted feelings in his heart, he became even more hysterical!
……
Front row of the audience seats.
In that sea of red filled with “Must Win Kumamoto” signs, the atmosphere seemed somewhat subtle.
“Outrageous! Simply outrageous!”
Yoshiharu Oyama, the representative of Kumamoto Prefecture’s education circle and the leader of the “family and friends support group,” was now tightly gripping the support flag in his hand, his always stern face full of the anger belonging to an old-era educator.
He looked at that “top idol” on the stage who was throwing a tantrum like a spoiled child, even starting to kick the prop box nearby, and those thick eyebrows had twisted into an angry “river” shape.
He suddenly turned his head, his sharp eyes unique to a dean of students like two unsheathed daggers, ruthlessly stabbing toward his youngest daughter who was boredly playing with her nails.
“Look at him! Look at him! Mogae Oyama!”
His voice suppressed a fury that would make any disobedient student tremble: “This is the star you like?! This is the role model you talk about every day and say you want to learn from?! Arrogant! Domineering! Arrogant! Simply… simply… a disgrace to our Neon Country’s education circle!”
“I’m telling you! From today on, you’re not allowed to chase stars anymore! And definitely not allowed to learn that frivolous, unseemly demeanor!”
But this only earned him a disdainful eye-roll from his youngest daughter.
“Dad, are you confused?”
Mogae Oyama pursed her lips: “I don’t like that effeminate guy at all! Look at his eyeliner, thicker than mine, speaking in that soft voice, where’s any bit of manliness? Only the brainless fans at our school like him.”
As she spoke, that pretty little face uncontrollably blushed a bit, and she secretly glanced at her second sister who was helplessly looking toward the stage, muttering in a volume only the two could hear: “If liking someone, it should be someone like brother-in-law… handsome, capable, and so manly…”
“You—!”
Yoshiharu Oyama was so choked by this that his blood rushed to his head, his stern face instantly turning pig-liver colored!
His finger pointing at Mogae trembled slightly with anger, but for a moment he couldn’t find the right words to retort.
“Mogae! Don’t talk nonsense!”
The mother Takao Oyama finally couldn’t stand it anymore, reached out and pinched her unreliable youngest daughter’s arm not too lightly, her face full of reproach: “Your sister is still here! You child, how did you get more and more disrespectful?”
She looked at her youngest daughter’s ignorant arrogance, a complex emotion flashing deep in her eyes.
That mother’s heart also gave rise to deep worry.
“It’s okay, Mom.”
Misae Nohara still stepped in to mediate as usual, reaching out to affectionately ruffle her sister’s fluffy little head, those beautiful big eyes full of tolerance and gentleness toward her sister: “Mogae is still young, she loves to joke.”
“Exactly! I’m only sixteen! Still a child!” Mogae Oyama immediately hid behind her second sister like a chick finding shelter, making a cute face at her father who was fuming with anger.
However, in this warm farce full of family drama vibes, Mogae Oyama’s big shiny eyes suddenly lit up!
Like Columbus discovering a new continent, she pointed at the stage that had already turned into chaos, shouting in a suppressed, almost fanatical cheer with lowered voice: “Brother-in-law! It’s brother-in-law! He’s here!”
“Hm?”
Yoshiharu Oyama, Takao Oyama, Misae Nohara, the three almost simultaneously raised their heads, casting curious and concerned gazes toward the storm center full of dramatic conflict.
Then, they saw that unforgettable scene.
They saw how that young man in simple casual clothes, with his signature gentle smile on his face, strolled onto the stage that should have belonged to the “top idol” under the escort of the staff who had already lost their composure.
They saw how those television elites who dared not speak out one second ago turned respectful the next, like finding their backbone, bowing standardly in front of that young man, respectfully calling out that awe-filled and convinced title—”Minister Nohara”.
They even saw that “top idol” who was arrogant one second ago, turning the next into a rooster plucked bare in public, his handsome face full of horrified disbelief.
“……”
Yoshiharu Oyama stared blankly.
He looked at that young man who, though young, already possessed the aura of a king, and that brain filled with traditional notions like “iron rice bowl,” “civil servant,” “stable life,” was in this moment thoroughly overwhelmed by a more primal and pure shock called “a great man should be like this”!
The support flag in his hand had unknowingly slipped away sometime.
“This kid…”
He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a sigh and pride he himself hadn’t noticed.
“…is really something!”
……
On the stage, Hiroshi Nohara didn’t even bother to glance at that top idol again.
He just calmly cast his gaze toward Variety Show Section Chief Kei Tanaka who rushed out from the control room.
“Section Chief Tanaka.” Hiroshi Nohara asked flatly: “Have the other guests arrived?”
“Yes!” Kei Tanaka paused slightly, as if thinking of something, his face immediately showing shock and excitement, nodding heavily: “Senior Yūhachi Kaneko has been waiting backstage ten minutes ago!”
“Good.” Hiroshi Nohara nodded, his eyes turning to Shunsuke Kamiki whose face was twisted.
“Kamiki-kun, right?” His voice was flat like a bottomless dead water, emotionless: “I’ll give you two choices.”
“First, now, immediately, right away, go back to your dressing room, complete today’s work like a true professional actor. Then, take your announcement fee and get out of my sight.”
“Second…”
He paused, a cold arc hooking at the corner of his mouth.
“—Get out right now.”
These two choices were like heavy battering rams, slamming once again into Shunsuke Kamiki’s already collapsed mental defenses!
He became even more hysterical.
“You… you dare?!” His voice became hoarse from extreme distortion: “Do you know my management company is Kirin Office?! Do you know who’s behind me?! If you touch me, I guarantee…”
“Oh? Is that so?”
However, before he finished, he was abruptly interrupted by Hiroshi Nohara’s playful light laugh.
“I’d really like to see which office has such great ability that I can’t replace a trash idol who doesn’t even have basic professional ethics.”
“Or does the other side dare to offend our Tokyo Television?”
Hiroshi Nohara snorted coldly.
Not to mention this era’s Neon, even in his previous life’s Huaxia during the time when stars were arrogant and rampant, they wouldn’t dare offend a television station.
Let alone now!?
In the current Neon entertainment circle, idol stars are the lowest status entertainers!
He just calmly gave the final order to Kei Tanaka: “Section Chief Tanaka, notify Senior Kaneko to prepare to go on stage.”
“Yes!” Kei Tanaka responded.
As he spoke, Hiroshi Nohara’s eyes narrowed slightly: “Also, notify the legal department to draft a termination contract. Breach of contract penalty, calculate it to the highest standard in the contract, not a penny less.”
“Yes!” Kei Tanaka bowed his head in response.
Finally, Hiroshi Nohara snorted coldly: “Lastly, notify security to ‘escort’ this Mr. Kamiki, who is affecting our normal recording work, out.”
“Yes!” Kei Tanaka responded again.
A series of instructions, clean and decisive, without any dragging!
That absolute control unique to a top producer over the life and death of the entire project was demonstrated to the fullest at this moment!
“No! You can’t do this!”
Shunsuke Kamiki finally came back to his senses, letting out a hysterical roar of despair: “I’m a guest invited by your Tokyo Television Production Bureau’s top brass! Here to promote your Tokyo Television’s movie! Do you know Masao Iwata!? Do you know Toshihide Takada?! That’s your Production Bureau’s Executive Deputy Director! He has to respectfully toast me! Do you know!?”
He wanted to rush forward, grab that young man’s collar, and use the most primitive violence to defend his pitiful, already vanished dignity!
However, before he could take two steps, two iron-tower-like figures flanked him from left and right, firmly holding him!
They were from the staff surrounding Hiroshi Nohara.
“Kamiki-kun! Kamiki-kun! Calm down! Calm down!”
A bespectacled, mild-mannered middle-aged man, drenched in sweat, had rushed out from backstage at some point!
It was the gold medal agent from Kirin Office, Junichi Watanabe, who came to accompany.
Looking at this powder-keg scene before him, his heart sank to the bottom!
He had just gone to the bathroom… and it caused such a huge mess!
Junichi Watanabe knew too well!
He knew too well the terrifying power this young man, who already had an Independent Production Department in the entire Tokyo Television, possessed!
Forget a mere Shunsuke Kamiki, even if their entire Kirin Office’s president came personally, in front of this young man, he would have to be polite and respectfully call him—”Minister Nohara”!
“Minister Nohara! Minister Nohara! Misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding!”
Like the most humble lapdog, he scrambled to Hiroshi Nohara, bowing deeply, his voice full of fawning and fear:
“It’s our Jun who is ignorant! He… he’s still a child! Please be magnanimous and don’t stoop to his level!”
“After all, this was your Tokyo Television Production Bureau’s Masao Iwata Section Chief who invited Jun as a guest. And behind it is Executive Deputy Director Toshihide Takada’s approval! You’re all colleagues, right?”
“Please forgive his rudeness! Sorry! Sorry! We’ve troubled you! I’ll make him calm down right now! Calm down! Absolutely won’t delay filming!”
As Junichi Watanabe spoke, he signaled those two security guards already on standby.
Having them drag that still hysterically roaring “top idol”—”Let me go! Do you know who I am?”—off the stage like a bag of trash.
The entire backstage returned to tranquility.
“Oh? Masao Iwata Section Chief, and Executive Deputy Director Toshihide Takada?” At this point, Hiroshi Nohara looked at Junichi Watanabe with a playful tone: “You’re using those two to pressure me?”
“No! Absolutely not! No such thing!” Junichi Watanabe immediately bowed 90 degrees, his tone extremely panicked.
Though he was a gold medal agent.
One, he couldn’t afford to offend the chairman behind Shunsuke Kamiki.
Two, he couldn’t afford to offend this rising star of the Tokyo Television Production Bureau.
He just kept apologizing nonstop.
Extremely humble.
“Minister, this is indeed from Masao Iwata and Toshihide Takada’s side, for movie promotion.” Kei Tanaka came over at this time: “Also to return a favor, after all, when our Kanto Faction did promotion before, Tokyo Faction did help.”
“Oh, I see.” There was no ripple in Hiroshi Nohara’s clear eyes.
He just calmly turned around, looking at the staff already thoroughly intimidated by his thunderous iron-fisted methods, and a gentle smile reassuring enough reappeared on his face.
“Alright, everyone, the farce is over.”
“Get back to work.”
Then he reminded them: “Give Managing Director Takada some face, if that Shunsuke Kamiki dares show up with any more trouble…” Hiroshi Nohara’s tone turned icy cold: “Kick him out, that’s an order!”
