Chapter 195: About The Box Office! About The Awards! About Everyone’s Recognition Of Hiroshi Nohara!
Unlike the land in the Akita countryside, which was ignited by hope, in Director Sakata Nobuhiko’s office on the top floor of the Tokyo Television Production Bureau Building, the air was filled with an almost boiling ecstasy.
The massive floor-to-ceiling windows sliced the early April sunlight into golden beams, which slanted across the mirror-smooth desk, illuminating the flushed faces of the Tokyo Television high-level executives present, who were struggling to suppress their excitement.
This was the power center of Tokyo Television, and everyone present was an important person whose every move could shake the Tokyo television industry.
Yet, at this moment, they were like a group of lottery winners who had just hit the jackpot, their genuine excitement almost shattering the dignified facade of superiors.
“3.5 billion yen… opening weekend box office… 3.5 billion yen…”
An elderly, senior executive in charge of movie box office statistics, his hair already graying, stared blankly at the statistical report in his hands, his cloudy eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
He repeated the number again and again, as if to confirm he was not in a bizarre dream.
“Unbelievable! This is simply… an unprecedented miracle!” Another department head, responsible for distribution channels, chimed in. His usually serious face was now flushed, and his voice trembled slightly: “I’ve been in the film distribution business for thirty years, and I’ve never seen a Japanese domestic film achieve such terrifying box office results in its opening week! This… this is simply crushing those Hollywood blockbusters!”
“Indeed!” Executive Deputy Director Toshihide Takada, the former leader of the “Tokyo Faction” known for his calm demeanor, could not hide his excitement.
Although he tried to maintain his superior’s dignity, his clenched fists, with slightly whitened knuckles, betrayed the overwhelming storm raging within him.
He looked at another report in his hand, his voice slightly hoarse but full of power: “I just had the data department analyze it. When “Seven Samurai” was released, although it received excellent reviews, its theme was too serious and its audience was limited. Its first month’s box office barely broke 3 billion yen. But now, “Hachiko”… it has reached 3.5 billion yen in just one week! This is… exponential growth!”
He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his deep eyes glinting with the shrewdness of a strategist: “And, don’t forget! It’s Golden Week now! It’s the period in Japan with the highest consumer spending and movie-watching enthusiasm! If this momentum continues, I can even boldly predict that by the end of this month, the box office will easily surpass the 5 billion yen mark! And by the end of the three-month screening period… 10 billion yen is by no means impossible!”
“10 billion yen?!”
“My goodness! Managing Director Takada! Your… your estimate, isn’t it a bit too… audacious?”
“Indeed! 10 billion yen! That’s a box office height never before seen in Japanese film history!”
The meeting room instantly erupted with gasps.
Everyone was completely stunned by Toshihide Takada’s “audacious” prediction.
However, Deputy Director Asumi, Hiroshi Nohara’s most steadfast supporter, suddenly slammed the table. His face, always beaming with a cheerful smile, now expressed unquestionable confidence.
“Audacious? I don’t think it’s audacious at all!” Asumi burst into laughter, his voice filled with the satisfaction of vindication: “You haven’t seen how explosive the public opinion is right now! I specifically went to a cinema in Ginza last night to watch it. The scene was incredibly crowded! When the movie ended, everyone in the screening room was weeping profusely. Even I, a grown man, couldn’t help but wipe away tears several times!”
He paused, his tone becoming even more excited: “And, do you know? The discussions about “Hachiko” on social media are overwhelming! Everyone is talking about Hachiko’s loyalty. There are even countless people inquiring where they can buy an Akita dog that’s as silly and cute as Hachi!”
“So, Managing Director Takada is right!” Asumi’s gaze swept over everyone present, his eyes sparkling like stars: “10 billion yen is by no means the end! I even think this movie has the potential to reach the legendary… 100 billion yen mark!”
“100 billion yen?!”
The meeting room fell into a deathly silence once more.
Everyone stared blankly at Asumi, their faces filled with disbelief and shock!
100 billion yen!
This number was not just a record in Japanese film history; it was enough to leave a significant mark on global film history!
“Hahahaha!”
Just then, Director Sakata Nobuhiko, who had been silent until now, could no longer contain himself and burst into laughter.
His voice was filled with unrestrained joy and pride.
He looked at the subordinates before him, who were completely awestruck, his shrewd eyes glinting with the depth of strategic planning.
“Alright, alright, don’t get too excited.” Sakata said with a smile, picking up his teacup and taking a sip. His composure and confidence seemed to envelop the entire meeting room with an invisible force: “Whether it’s 10 billion or 100 billion, it all points to one thing. That is, our Tokyo Television, and our Hiroshi Nohara-kun, have created a miracle once again!”
He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his deep eyes filled with admiration and expectation: “But speaking of which, Hiroshi-kun’s movie is not just a box office success. Its social impact is also unprecedented.”
Sakata’s words instantly shifted everyone’s thoughts from the mind-boggling box office figures to another, more profound level.
“Director Sakata is right!” Toshihide Takada immediately understood. A hint of genuine admiration appeared on his usually stern face: “I’ve also looked at the public sentiment analysis report. The whole of Japan is now experiencing an ‘Akita dog craze’! Everyone is talking about the intelligence and loyalty of Akita dogs, and countless people are even asking where they can buy an Akita dog that’s as silly and cute as Hachi!”
He paused, his tone carrying an indescribable complexity: “To be honest, my wife, who has never been interested in pets, pestered me yesterday after watching the movie, asking me to get her an Akita dog. She said she also wants to experience the warmth of unconditional trust and reliance.”
Toshihide Takada’s “confession” immediately drew a wave of good-natured laughter from the meeting room.
“Hahaha! Managing Director Takada, you’re just… so real!” Asumi said with a laugh, patting his chest, his face beaming with pride: “To tell you the truth, my daughter, who is still in elementary school, is also pestering me every day to get her an Akita dog! She even said that if I don’t buy them one, they’ll run away from home and go to Shibuya Station to become ‘guardians’ of the Hachiko statue!”
“Yes! Yes!” Another department head in charge of promotion chimed in, his usually serious face now filled with helplessness: “My son, who is still in college, also called me yesterday! He used to be a die-hard ‘cat person’ and always looked down on dogs! But after watching the movie, he even said he wants to get an Akita dog! He said he also wants to experience that romance of ‘man and dog’!”
For a moment, the meeting room was filled with various anecdotes about Akita dogs.
These prominent figures, who were usually aloof and strategic, now seemed like ordinary people, their faces beaming with affection for the silly and cute Akita dogs and longing for that pure emotion.
“Speaking of which, I think Hiroshi-kun has really… played a grand game this time.” A department head responsible for business cooperation couldn’t help but exclaim, his eyes glinting with the light of a businessman: “He didn’t just make a movie; he created a whole new market! A ‘market for Akita dogs’ worth thousands of yen!”
“Indeed!” Another department head in charge of copyright development echoed, his usually calm face now filled with excitement: “I heard that the Akita dogs sold by Hiroshi-kun’s elder brother’s Nohara Agricultural Corporation are selling for one million yen each! And they’re still in short supply! This… this is simply robbing people blind!”
“One million yen?!”
“My goodness! This… this is simply a sky-high price!”
“Yes! And I heard that now the rich and celebrities take pride in owning an Akita dog from the Nohara Family Company! They all say it’s not just a pet, but a symbol of status! A reflection of taste!”
The meeting room once again erupted in a great commotion and stir.
Everyone was stunned by the astonishing figures, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
They knew Hiroshi Nohara was only twenty-three years old, and talented.
They never expected.
That his business acumen was also so high!
However, amidst the clamor filled with money and desire, Deputy Director Asumi suddenly cleared his throat, a mysterious smile appearing on his face.
“Everyone, everyone, please calm down.” He said with a smile, his shrewd eyes glinting with the smugness of “I knew it all along”: “I know everyone wants to get an Akita dog right now. But you don’t need to rush. Because our Hiroshi-kun has already arranged everything.”
He paused, his tone carrying a perfectly judged sense of mystery: “After some time, when this fervor cools down a bit, Hiroshi-kun will personally select a batch of the best-bred and purest Akita dogs to give to us leaders of Tokyo Television, and to those seniors who have always supported him, as… a small gift.”
“What?!”
“Really?!”
“That’s great!”
After a brief silence, the meeting room erupted in thunderous cheers!
Everyone was so excited they were speechless, looking at Asumi with eyes full of irrepressible ecstasy.
They knew Asumi was right.
Hiroshi Nohara, this young man, not only had talent, but also emotional intelligence and vision.
He knew how to share, how to be grateful, and how… to perfectly combine profit with human relations.
“Hiroshi-kun is really… so thoughtful!” An older department head couldn’t help but sigh, his usually stern face now filled with gratification.
“Yes!” Another department head agreed, his usually calm face now filled with approval: “Having such a young person is a blessing for our Tokyo Television!”
Director Sakata Nobuhiko listened quietly to the discussions, a sense of pride radiating from his always serious face.
He knew that Hiroshi Nohara, the young man he had personally promoted, had completely conquered everyone at Tokyo Television.
He was not just the head of the Independent Production Department; he was the future hope of all of Tokyo Television, and even the entire Japanese cultural circle.
“Alright, alright, everyone quiet down.” Sakata said with a smile, picking up his teacup and taking a sip. His composure and confidence seemed to envelop the entire meeting room with an invisible force: “Since Hiroshi-kun has already arranged everything, we old guys should just wait patiently to receive our gifts.”
He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his relaxed and joyful expression infecting everyone.
“But speaking of which,” Sakata’s voice rang out again, his relaxed and joyful tone gradually replaced by the steadiness of a superior: “The box office success is certainly gratifying. The public attention is also worth celebrating. However, we mustn’t forget that the ultimate value of a work is still ultimately reflected through… awards.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the relaxed atmosphere in the meeting room instantly froze.
All eyes turned sharply towards Sakata Nobuhiko, their gazes filled with solemnity and… a hint of regret.
They knew Director Sakata was right.
Awards were the ultimate standard for a work to truly enter the annals of history.
“Director Sakata is correct.” Toshihide Takada was the first to speak. A hint of helplessness appeared on his usually stern face: “Both ‘Seven Samurai’ and ‘Hachiko’ are excellent films with astonishing box office results, but they were only released this year. According to the selection rules of the Japan Film Academy Awards, they can only participate in next year’s awards. This year’s awards, we… we can’t make it in time.”
His words were like the sharpest knives, precisely piercing the pain of everyone present.
Yes, they couldn’t make it in time.
This meant that these two great works, which could enter history books, would miss out on all the film awards this year.
This regret caused everyone to feel a pang of pain.
“Alas… what a pity!” Asumi sighed, his usually cheerful face now filled with helplessness: “If these two films could have competed this year, I dare say that whether it was Best Picture, Best Director, or Best Screenplay, they would have been swept up by our Tokyo Television, by Hiroshi-kun!”
“Yes! Yes!” Another department head agreed, his usually serious face now filled with unwillingness: “At that time, our Tokyo Television could have proudly shown off in front of those old guys!”
For a moment, the meeting room was filled with sighs of regret and unwillingness.
Everyone lamented the “ill timing” of these two films.
However, amidst this atmosphere of regret and unwillingness, Director Sakata Nobuhiko suddenly chuckled.
His voice, like ice breaking in winter, was full of confidence and… a hint of cunning.
“Everyone, you don’t need to be so pessimistic.” He said with a smile, his shrewd eyes glinting with the depth of someone who has seen through the world: “We indeed can’t make it for this year’s awards. But what about next year?”
He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his composure and confidence making him particularly dazzling: “Next year, when ‘Seven Samurai’ and ‘Hachiko’ both appear on the list of nominees, what do you think the scene will be like?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the regret and unwillingness in the meeting room were instantly replaced by an unprecedented emotion called “anticipation.”
Everyone’s eyes lit up!
They exchanged glances, seeing in each other’s eyes the same shock, the same ecstasy, and the same… schadenfreude!
“Hahaha! Director Sakata is right!” Asumi slapped his thigh, his usually cheerful face now filled with a mischievous smile: “Next year! Next year will be the reign of our Tokyo Television! It will be Hiroshi-kun’s reign!”
“Yes! Yes!” Another department head echoed, his usually serious face now filled with a smug smile: “At that time, I’d like to see if those old guys can still laugh! Best Picture, Best Director, Best Screenplay… all of them will belong to our Tokyo Television! They… they can only watch us win awards until our hands are sore!”
“I even think that next year’s Japan Drama Academy Awards can be renamed the ‘Hiroshi Nohara Personal Achievement Awards’!” a young department head said excitedly.
“Hahahaha!”
The meeting room erupted in thunderous laughter!
Everyone was completely ignited by Director Sakata’s “pie-in-the-sky” words.
The infinite longing for the future, the absolute trust in Hiroshi Nohara, made even these seasoned politicians lose their composure.
They knew Director Sakata was right.
Next year would surely be, the year of Hiroshi Nohara!
However, amidst this atmosphere of revelry and joy, Executive Deputy Director Toshihide Takada suddenly cleared his throat.
His voice, like the most precise musical note, instantly suppressed the clamor in the meeting room.
All eyes turned sharply towards him.
Toshihide Takada looked at their expectant expressions, a mysterious smile appearing on his face.
“Everyone, we indeed have to wait until next year for the film awards.” He said softly, his tone calm but full of power: “But what about the television drama awards?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the revelry and joy in the meeting room instantly froze.
Everyone’s eyes lit up once more!
They exchanged glances, seeing in each other’s eyes the same shock, the same ecstasy, and the same… realization!
“That’s right! Television drama awards!” Asumi slapped his thigh, his usually cheerful face now filled with a mischievous smile: “How could I forget this! Hiroshi-kun’s three works from last year, ‘An Shizhi’, ‘World of the Strange’, and ‘Super Change Change Change’, were all television dramas!”
“Exactly!” Another department head agreed, his usually serious face now filled with a smug smile: “And these three works were phenomenal! They caused a huge social reaction last year!”
“So, for this year’s television drama awards, we… we can simply dominate, can’t we?!” a young department head said excitedly, his young face filled with fanatical admiration.
Toshihide Takada looked at their excited expressions, the mysterious smile on his face becoming even more pronounced.
He knew that his words had completely ignited everyone’s “fighting spirit.”
“Yes, everyone.” Toshihide nodded, his tone becoming more solemn, his superior’s composure and decisiveness making him particularly dazzling: “This year’s television drama awards, our Tokyo Television must win!”
He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his deep eyes glinting with the shrewdness and fanaticism of a strategist: “Whether it’s the Japan Drama Academy Awards or the Mainichi Film Awards, we must go all out and strive to win all the important awards!”
“And…” He exhaled a long breath, a breath filled with an indescribable sense of pride and… dominance: “Our own Tokyo Drama Awards, we must seize all the important awards!”
His words were resounding, each syllable filled with power.
The meeting room was instantly filled with a joyous atmosphere.
Everyone looked at Toshihide Takada’s confident face, his deep eyes, and felt a strong premonition in their hearts.
They knew that under the combined efforts of Toshihide Takada and the prodigy Hiroshi Nohara, this year’s television drama awards would undoubtedly become Tokyo Television’s exclusive stage!
“Good! Managing Director Takada, well said!” Asumi slammed the table, his usually cheerful face now filled with unquestionable confidence and ecstasy: “This is our Tokyo Television’s territory, of course, we get to call the shots!”
“Yes! Yes!” Another department head echoed, his usually serious face now filled with a smug smile: “At that time, Best Animated Film will definitely be for ‘An Shizhi’! Best Creativity will definitely be for ‘World of the Strange’! Best Excellent Variety Show will definitely be for ‘Super Change Change Change’!”
“I even think we can establish a ‘Best Producer’ award specifically for Hiroshi-kun!” a young department head said excitedly, his young face filled with fanatical admiration.
“Hahahaha!”
Laughter continued to erupt in the meeting room.
Everyone was completely ignited by this “audacious” proposal.
Director Sakata Nobuhiko listened quietly to the discussions, a sense of pride radiating from his always serious face.
This was the young man he had chosen.
So successful.
So young.
And so… astonishingly talented!
…
In Hiroshi Nohara’s office at the Independent Production Department, the spring sunlight filtered through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the room in a golden warmth.
He had just finished reviewing several documents regarding new program ideas for “Super Change Change Change” and was about to enjoy a moment of tranquility, lifting the now slightly cool green tea from his desk.
Suddenly, the office door was pushed open with a “bang,” carrying a sense of urgency and excitement.
“Minister! Minister!”
Kitagawa Yō’s always energetic and pretty face was now filled with uncontainable excitement. She had even forgotten basic knocking etiquette and rushed in like a gust of wind.
“Director Sakata asks you to come over immediately! It’s in the Director’s office!” she said, still slightly breathless from running so fast, her bright, sparkling eyes flashing with an almost gossipy fervor: “There are so many leaders there! Deputy Director Asumi, Managing Director Takada… and several other key department heads! It seems like there’s some huge good news to announce!”
Hiroshi Nohara looked at her cute, excitedly rambling appearance and felt a hint of amusement.
He put down his teacup, his clear eyes remaining undisturbed, as if the “huge good news” in Kitagawa Yō’s words was merely routine work reporting to him.
“Oh? Do you know what it’s about?” he asked softly, his tone calm and composed.
“I don’t know!” Kitagawa Yō shook her head. She leaned closer to Hiroshi Nohara and lowered her voice, her mysterious demeanor like a little spy who had stumbled upon a sensational secret: “But when I passed by earlier, I seemed to hear them discussing words like ‘box office’ and ‘miracle’! And I saw that Deputy Director Asumi and Managing Director Takada’s faces were as red as monkey bottoms! It must be some huge happy event!”
Hearing this, Hiroshi Nohara showed a knowing smile.
He knew that what Kitagawa Yō was talking about was most likely about the opening weekend box office for “Hachiko.”
He stood up and straightened his well-tailored casual suit. His composure and confidence made Hiroshi Nohara appear like the most commanding and powerful minister at this moment.
“Alright, I understand.” He nodded and said, “You go ahead and get busy, I’ll be there shortly.” However, Hiroshi Nohara also smiled helplessly, “But next time, you’re not allowed to comment on the leaders like that. No exceptions.”
“Yes! Minister!” Kitagawa Yō immediately bowed again with a cheerful smile, then turned and left the office with light, satisfied steps.
Hiroshi Nohara walked with steady steps towards Director Sakata Nobuhiko’s office.
Along the way, every employee he encountered, from ordinary interns to influential second-class directors, invariably stopped and respectfully bowed to him.
“Minister Nohara, hello!”
“Minister Nohara, hello!”
“Hello! Minister Nohara!”
Those voices were filled with genuine awe.
It was also worship of his talent.
“Mm.” Hiroshi Nohara simply nodded gently in response.
Then he proceeded all the way to Director Sakata’s floor.
As he pushed open the heavy wooden door that symbolized the power center of Tokyo Television Station, a stifling heat, a mixture of high-grade cigar and rich tea aroma, rushed towards him.
In the office, as Yō Kitagawa had said, it was crowded, and every seat was taken.
Director Nobuhiko Sakata sat in the main seat, beside him were Deputy Director Asumi and Executive Deputy Director Toshihide Takada, and several other powerful ministers in charge of core departments such as distribution, publicity, and copyright.
These people, without exception, were the important figures in Tokyo Television Station’s Production Bureau, who could shake the entire Tokyo Television Station with a stomp of their foot.
However, at this moment, they were like a group of lucky winners who had just hit the jackpot; the excitement emanating from their hearts was almost enough to break through the disguise of dignity befitting superiors.
“Hiroshi-kun! You’re finally here!”
Deputy Director Asumi was the first to spot him. He jumped up from the sofa, his face, always brimming with a cheerful smile, now etched with uncontrollable excitement.
He rushed to Hiroshi Nohara in three steps, patted his shoulder forcefully, and his voice, so loud it could almost overturn the roof of the entire office: “We were just talking about you! Thirty-five hundred million yen! You brat, you’ve created another miracle for us Tokyo Television Station!”
“That’s right, Minister Nohara!” A minister in charge of distribution channels chimed in. The usually serious face of his was now flushed, and his voice trembled slightly: “Our distribution department’s phones have been ringing off the hook these past few days! Major cinemas nationwide are fighting us for screening slots! They all say that as long as it’s a movie directed by Minister Nohara, they’ll fill the schedule for you, even if it means removing other movies!”
“Our publicity department too!” another minister in charge of publicity said excitedly. His usually calm face was now filled with excitement: “The public opinion outside is overwhelming! All the media are praising you, praising Hachiko! They all say you are a ‘cultural monster,’ the ‘pride of Japan’!”
Executive Deputy Director Toshihide Takada, though not as outwardly expressive as they were, also stood up from his seat. He looked at Hiroshi Nohara, his deep eyes flickering with an indescribable complex emotion.
“Hiroshi-kun,” he said softly, his voice slightly hoarse, yet filled with power: “I had the data department analyze it just now. If this trend continues, the final box office for Hachiko is absolutely expected to break the ten billion yen mark! It might even surpass ten billion yen, setting an unprecedented historical record!”
“Thank you for your praise,” Hiroshi Nohara simply smiled calmly. He first bowed slightly to everyone, his humility and composure perfectly judged, and then his gaze turned to Nobuhiko Sakata in the main seat.
“Director, you were looking for me.”
Director Sakata looked at the young man before him, who, amidst a flurry of praise, could still maintain such calmness and composure. In his shrewd eyes, a genuine admiration and praise flickered.
“Hiroshi-kun, look at you, you’ve turned my office into a celebration banquet scene as soon as you arrived,” Director Sakata said with a smile. He picked up his teacup and took a gentle sip. His composure seemed to imbue the entire office with an invisible force.
He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and then settled on Toshihide Takada.
“Takada-kun, you tell Hiroshi-kun. What exactly did we ask him to come here for today.”
Upon hearing this, Toshihide Takada’s face revealed an understanding smile.
He knew that this was Director Sakata giving him “face” and also showing everyone that there were no longer any factions within Tokyo Television Station, and everyone was a “comrade” working together for a common goal.
He cleared his throat, and a sincere admiration appeared on his usually somber face.
“Hiroshi-kun,” he said softly, his tone calm yet full of power: “We asked you to come today primarily to discuss the matter of this year’s television drama awards.”
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Hiroshi Nohara, his deep eyes flickering with the shrewdness of a strategist: “As you know, there are mainly three television drama awards in Japan. One is the most historic and authoritative, the Mainichi Film Award; another is the most widely selected and recognized by the audience, the Japan Drama Academy Awards. And the third is the Tokyo Drama Awards, which our Tokyo Television Station, in conjunction with the Tokyo Metropolis Publicity Department, just launched this year, aimed at recognizing excellent television drama works in the Tokyo region.”
Upon hearing this, Hiroshi Nohara showed a perfectly judged surprise on his face.
He knew that these three awards held significant status in the Japanese television drama industry.
Especially the newly launched Tokyo Drama Awards, although a new endeavor, with the dual endorsement of Tokyo Television Station and the Tokyo Metropolis Publicity Department, its weight should not be underestimated.
“Yes, I have heard of it,” Hiroshi Nohara nodded.
“Hearing of it is not enough, Hiroshi-kun, you are not going there as a spectator this time,” Director Sakata said with a smile. He put down his teacup and said with a more affirmative tone: “For all three of these awards this year, you, must attend.”
“Especially the Tokyo Drama Awards, which will be held in Tokyo in mid-June,” Nobuhiko Sakata’s lips curved into a faint arc: “By then, just be ready to go on stage and accept your award.”
“Oh?!”
A perfectly judged surprise finally appeared on Hiroshi Nohara’s face.
He looked at Nobuhiko Sakata, and in his clear eyes, a flicker of imperceptible confusion crossed: “Director, this… the awards ceremony hasn’t even started yet, how can you already be…”
“Hahahaha!”
Before he could finish, Deputy Director Asumi could no longer contain himself. He slapped his thigh and burst into laughter.
His laughter was filled with the satisfaction and triumph of victory.
“Hiroshi-kun, you are too modest!” he pointed at Hiroshi Nohara, laughing so hard that tears welled up in his eyes: “Don’t you think about it? Your three works last year, An Shizhi, World of the Strange, and Super Change Change Change, weren’t they all phenomenal works? Which one didn’t cause a huge social impact?”
He paused, his tone becoming more impassioned: “I dare say, if the television drama awards this year don’t give you an award, it would be a rigged game! It would be a scandal! It would be an insult to all our audiences!”
Executive Deputy Director Toshihide Takada, at this moment, also rarely showed an approving smile.
Although not as outwardly expressive as Asumi, he nodded at this moment, his tone carrying an undeniable affirmation: “What Asumi-kun says may be exaggerated, but the principle is the same. Your three works were undeniably the kings in their respective fields last year. If even they cannot win an award, then this year’s awards will lose credibility and become a joke in the industry.”
“Yes! Yes!” Another minister in charge of publicity chimed in, his usually serious face now etched with a gloating smile: “By then, Best Animated Film will definitely be An Shizhi! Best Creativity will definitely be World of the Strange! Best Excellent Variety Show will definitely be Super Change Change Change!”
“As I said, I even think we can establish a ‘Best Producer’ award specifically for Hiroshi-kun!” said a minister, who was younger but already in his forties, with a smile: “Don’t you agree?”
“Hahahaha!”
The meeting room erupted in another earth-shattering burst of laughter!
They looked at Hiroshi Nohara, their eyes filled with irrepressible ecstasy and expectation.
They knew that this year’s television drama awards would undoubtedly become Tokyo Television Station’s exclusive stage!
And Hiroshi Nohara, with an unbeatable posture, would sweep all the awards and become the youngest and most dazzling… Grand Slam winner in Japanese television history!
Hiroshi Nohara looked at the important figures before him, who were even more excited and enthusiastic than he was, and a helpless yet warm smile appeared on his face.
He knew that he had completely integrated into this collective.
He stood up and bowed deeply to everyone present, his humility and composure perfectly judged.
“Thank you, Director, and all the ministers, for your great kindness and support. I understand, and I will definitely create more excellent works and bring more honor to Tokyo Television Station!”
His voice was not loud, but it echoed in everyone’s ears like the most resolute oath.
Causing everyone present to nod in silent agreement.
Becoming even more satisfied with Hiroshi Nohara.
PS: Watched the military parade and felt great. Just finished typing…
