Chapter 6: Worship!
Yes, Kiyoto Suzuki now felt truly shocked towards Hiroshi Nohara deep in his heart.
Not just him.
Even the line producer of Suzuki’s Classroom, Ichiro Hashishita, who was himself a fourth-class director and whom they had just met, widened his eyes at this moment.
Watching Hiroshi Nohara stand in front of the blackboard, methodically explaining his production ideas, his hands were even trembling a bit.
Not to mention Hoshi Minamimura and Roji Hase, these two assistant directors.
Including Yō Kitagawa.
Words like “That’s it!” “So that’s how it is!” and the like involuntarily slipped out of their mouths as if they had suddenly realized something.
All of them looked at Hiroshi Nohara with faces full of worship.
“This is my idea, Mr. Kiyoto Suzuki. We don’t need to blindly pursue smooth animation images, nor do we need to chase image precision like those high-investment animated films.”
“We just need to tell the story and bring out the horror atmosphere, and that’s enough!”
“This is my approach.”
Hiroshi Nohara incorporated all the strengths and features of the hit horror animation An Shizhi from his previous life’s memories into this parallel Neon world.
Looking at everyone from Kiyoto Suzuki to Ichiro Hashishita, then to Hoshi Minamimura and Roji Hase, as well as Yō Kitagawa, these three young people.
All of them had expressions of being shocked.
A very confident smile appeared on Hiroshi Nohara’s handsome face. He raised his hand, clenched his fist tightly, and said, “Not only can the cost of the animated film be controlled at a very low level, but after airing, it can also create a sense of contrast in the style of ukiyo-e and old slideshows to attract the audience!”
However, after Hiroshi Nohara finished saying this, the five people in front of him who had been listening did not speak up.
Everyone was just stunned, staring at Hiroshi Nohara.
“What’s wrong?”
Hiroshi Nohara even started to feel a bit guilty at this moment.
He thought that borrowing the 21st-century Neon design style and plot of 《An Shizhi》 might not match the viewing style of this early 20th-century parallel Neon’s world.
But then, the sight of Kiyoto Suzuki and the other four immediately raising their hands and applauding loudly dispelled Hiroshi Nohara’s guilty conscience.
“This is too strong! Hiroshi-kun! You are truly so wise!”
“How did you come up with such a wise approach!?”
“Just thinking about it feels amazing!”
“Too amazing!”
Ichiro Hashishita and Hoshi Minamimura, as well as Roji Hase and Yō Kitagawa, were all clapping vigorously, looking at Hiroshi Nohara with faces full of surprise and worship.
Kiyoto Suzuki was also clapping from behind, his face full of gratified and approving smiles, nodding repeatedly.
Everyone was convinced by Hiroshi Nohara.
That’s right.
Convinced.
Even Kiyoto Suzuki, a third-class director who had worked at Tokyo Television Station and its affiliates for nearly 20 years with extremely rich directing experience, couldn’t help but marvel at Hiroshi Nohara at this moment.
Because he understood better than the other four that what Hiroshi Nohara had just explained was no longer just the director’s job.
It was arranging the jobs of the director, producer, field staff, director of photography, art director, editor… and so on, everyone.
All arranged!
It could even be said that, according to Hiroshi Nohara’s approach, directly using his drawing board for production, they could produce the first chapter’s animated film within two days and send it to the Production Bureau’s Audit Department for review!
This kind of ability was something only well-known big directors, tempered by time and forged through countless trials, could possess.
Now, he, Kiyoto Suzuki, had witnessed it in a young person.
How could he not be shocked?
“Everyone!”
Kiyoto Suzuki was still an old hand after all; he quickly recovered from this shocked emotion.
He coughed lightly, making everyone look at him.
Then Kiyoto Suzuki walked over, patted Hiroshi Nohara on the shoulder, and looked at Ichiro Hashishita, who had followed him for quite some time, Hoshi Minamimura and Roji Hase who had just come over in the past two years, as well as Yō Kitagawa, and said seriously, “Let’s follow Hiroshi Nohara-kun’s approach and produce the winning weapon that our classroom needs to launch a counterattack!”
“Yes!” Upon hearing Kiyoto Suzuki’s words, the five subordinates on site immediately stood up, chests out and heads held high in response.
They looked not only full of energy but also high in fighting spirit.
No way around it.
Since coming to Suzuki’s Classroom, they had already sensed some undercurrent washing over them.
To stand out, or to win victory in the workplace and not be tread underfoot by others, they could only forge ahead courageously.
Now, just as Kiyoto Suzuki said, a winning weapon had appeared before them.
So of course, they had to seize it tightly!
Moreover, they themselves had seen the manga story named 《An Shizhi》 in that picture album, which not only perfectly matched the Tokyo Television Production Bureau’s requirements for horror atmosphere and folklore content.
It also incorporated some Showa-era urban elements, directly resembling the ghost stories widely circulated by word of mouth.
Directly maximizing the grotesque sense and horror atmosphere.
Absolutely a good story!
Since it’s a good story…
Then as long as the produced animation isn’t too bad, it can easily secure a spot in the nighttime slot.
Becoming the key to their counterattack!
Just thinking about it.
Makes the blood boil!
So after everyone discussed even more enthusiastically with Hiroshi Nohara, time unknowingly reached the late afternoon.
‘Ding dong!’ The off-work bell rang inside Tokyo Television Station.
The six people on site then realized it was time to get off work.
But at that moment, Hoshi Minamimura, sitting in the corner, seemed to think of something. He stood up abruptly, looking at Hiroshi Nohara full of hope: “Hiroshi-kun, after getting off work tonight, could I boldly invite you to go to an izakaya for a hearty chat?”
But as soon as the words were out, Roji Hase next to him spoke up unpleasantly: “Wait! I also want to invite Hiroshi-kun! You guy!”
These two were both fans of the manga Yu Yu Hakusho that Hiroshi Nohara had published《》.
Now they had become colleagues with Hiroshi Nohara.
And after spending a day together, they both understood in their hearts Hiroshi Nohara’s abilities, talent, and potential that was far from ordinary.
Therefore, they were not only as happy as meeting a fan idol, but also wanted to seize the current opportunity quickly.
To latch onto Hiroshi Nohara’s thigh!
“Huh?” Even Hiroshi Nohara was a bit caught off guard hearing the two scrambling for the invitation.
He wanted to go shopping with Misae in the evening!
But thinking about it, he could understand; this was itself a characteristic of Neon’s workplace, or even due to family reasons.
Once starting work, they couldn’t go home for dinner every evening; they had to go to izakayas or small restaurants with colleagues, whether seniors or juniors, for dining and socializing.
That was the way to show they were popular in the company.
Otherwise, like in his previous life’s Huaxia.
Going straight home honestly would absolutely be praised as a good husband and good man.
That would absolutely not happen.
Instead, they would be seen as having no friends in the company, unpopular, and labeled as a loser.
People around would avoid them.
But before Hiroshi Nohara could politely decline or come up with some solution, Ichiro Hashishita, the thirty-something middle-aged man nearby, slapped the table and stood up:
“Idiot! You two juniors, how dare you invite Hiroshi-kun first when I, Ichiro Hashishita, your senior, haven’t even spoken yet?”
“Moreover, can’t we have the whole classroom have a dinner party to celebrate a great beginning?”
“Section Chief Suzuki, what do you think?”
Ichiro Hashishita looked at Kiyoto Suzuki, his tone inquiring but also carrying a bit of flattery.
And as soon as these words came out, the faces of Hoshi Minamimura and Roji Hase, the two young people who had just been scrambling, immediately paled.
They also realized they seemed to have committed a workplace taboo.
