novelraw Chapter 150: Furious Kamiki Shunsuke! Becoming Hysterical!
Chapter 150: Furious Kamiki Shunsuke! Becoming Hysterical!
Watanabe Junichi, a top agent who had seen his fair share of storms in the industry, at this moment stood blankly on the spot.
On his face which always hung a professional genial smile, all the blood color faded completely in an instant, leaving only a deathly pale.
He looked at that young man, looking at those eyes of his which were so calm that not the slightest ripple arose, a bone-chilling coldness out of control rushed straight from his tailbone to the top of his skull!
Madman!
This guy named Nohara Hiroshi, is fundamentally a madman who doesn't play by the rules!
Does he not know, that standing behind Kamiki Shunsuke, is the capricious, yet formidably powerful Chairman of Kirin Real Estate, Sato Tokugawa?!
Does he not know, that offending Sato Tokugawa, is equivalent to establishing the most terrifying enemy for oneself in the entire Tokyo business circle?!
In the current Japan, who doesn't know that real estate developers are the biggest financiers?
This young guy...
Does he truly not care about anything, acting recklessly?! Of course.
Nohara Hiroshi truly didn't know.
But even if he knew he wouldn't care. After all, in another two years, let alone real estate developers, even the Japanese government, at that time would have to pitifully put on clothes while not even daring to cry under the despotic power of Daddy America, and would still have to force a smile and say Daddy is great.
"You guys continue, I'll go sit over at the audience seats for a bit." Nohara Hiroshi waved his hand, and directly turned around and left.
That posture, was like a monarch who had just casually crushed an eyesore of an ant to death.
Elegant.
And full of absolute majesty.
...
Backstage, inside that luxurious makeup room originally exclusive to the "top idol", at this moment it had long become a pot of porridge.
Expensive cosmetics were swept to the ground, mixed together with broken mirror fragments, flashing a messy light under the illumination.
"Outrageous! Outrageous!"
Kamiki Shunsuke, this favored child of heaven who was just enjoying the treatment of stars surrounding the moon a moment ago, at this moment acted like a rooster plucked of all its gorgeous feathers, roaring hysterically.
That somewhat effeminate handsome face of his, at this moment was thoroughly distorted because of extreme shame, indignation, and humiliation, like an expensive piece of drawing paper crumpled up.
Those two security guards responsible for watching him, acted like two silent door gods, blocking the doorway one on the left and one on the right, that look like looking at a jumping up and down yet incomparably ridiculous clown.
"Watanabe! Watanabe Junichi! You piece of trash! Where the hell did you go?!"
Kamiki Shunsuke grabbed the mobile phone on the table, using a hoarse roar close to breaking, roaring into the mouthpiece: "Right away! Immediately! Call that bastard Iwata Masao over here for me! I want to make him, see with his own eyes, how the people under him, bullied me! I want him, to tie up that guy named Nohara Hiroshi, and bring him here for me! I want to make him kneel! Kneel down and lick my shoes!"
"Shunsuke-kun! Shunsuke-kun! Calm down! Please calm down first ah!"
From the other end of the phone, transmitted Watanabe Junichi's voice full of helplessness.
However, this persuasion acted like a ladle of boiling oil, fiercely poured onto that already fiercely burning fire!
"Calm down?! How do you expect me to calm down?!" Kamiki Shunsuke's voice became even more shrill: "I tell you, Watanabe Junichi! If you don't settle this matter today! Tomorrow I will let Mr. Tokugawa, kick you out of the Kirin Agency, like a dog!"
The phone was hung up with a "snap".
Kamiki Shunsuke acted like a completely enraged trapped beast, frantically pacing back and forth in that small makeup room.
Not long after, an urgent sound of footsteps came from far to near.
Iwata Masao, this nominal general director of the movie, at this moment acted like the most humble servant, jogging all the way, rushing in dripping with sweat.
Of course he wasn't far away.
After all, Kamiki Shunsuke was the only, and also most important "box office guarantee" of that movie of his, of course he had to serve him like an ancestor, guarding him without leaving a single step.
"Shunsuke-kun! Shunsuke-kun! You... what's wrong with you? Who made you angry?"
Iwata Masao looked at this messy makeup room, that heart which was already suspended, instantly rose to his throat.
"You still have the face to ask me?!"
Kamiki Shunsuke violently turned around, those peach blossom eyes carefully drawn with inner eyeliner, fiercely glaring at him, as if wanting to swallow him alive!
"Iwata Masao! I ask you! That guy named Nohara Hiroshi, is he your man?!"
"Nohara... Hiroshi?"
Iwata Masao's body violently shuddered!
That somewhat pale face of his, upon hearing this name, instantly went three parts paler!
How could it be him?!
Why exactly... must it be him?!
A bone-chilling coldness, out of control rushed straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his skull!
He recalled that young man, recalling those eyes of his which were so calm that not the slightest ripple arose, recalling that god-like talent of his sufficient to thoroughly crush all his own pride...
That fear which had long penetrated deep into his marrow, like a hibernating venomous snake, at this moment, was thoroughly awakened!
"He... he is..." Iwata Masao's voice, became somewhat stuttering because of extreme fear: "He... he is indeed the... Manager of our Production Bureau."
"Manager?!" Upon hearing this, Kamiki Shunsuke, instead of restraining himself in the slightest, acted as if he had heard some massive joke, letting out a sneer full of contempt: "I don't care what dogshit Manager he is! Iwata Masao! I order you now! Right away! Immediately! Call that guy over here for me! I want to make him, kneel! Apologize to me!"
He pointed at those expensive handmade Gucci leather shoes of his, on that twisted handsome face, written full of a sickly madness: "I want to make him, personally admit, that he, is nothing more than the most humble dog, in your TV Tokyo!"
These words full of humiliating meaning, acted like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely branding onto Iwata Masao's already riddled heart.
He looked at this "top idol" before him who had long been blinded by desire and power, in his eyes surfacing a pity nearly akin to looking at an idiot.
But at this time he couldn't afford to offend this guy.
"Shunsuke-kun..."
Iwata Masao's voice was dry and full of helplessness: "You... you might not quite understand. Bureau Chief Nohara he... he is no ordinary person."
"He is..."
"I don't care if he is an ordinary person or not!"
However before his words were finished, they were abruptly interrupted by Kamiki Shunsuke's roar full of impatience!
"Iwata Masao! Have you forgotten, who is your sugar daddy?! Do you believe it, I'll call Deputy Director Takada right now! Have him kick you, this useless piece of trash, out from the position of General Director with one kick?!"
As he spoke he really picked up the phone, skillfully dialing that number he had long memorized by heart.
The phone rang for a long time, before being answered.
From that end, transmitted Takada Toshihide's emotionless, flat voice.
"Hello?"
(End of Chapter)