novelraw Chapter 151: Takada Toshihide's Cold Snort! This is TV Tokyo!
Chapter 151: Takada Toshihide's Cold Snort! This is TV Tokyo!
"Deputy Director Takada! It's me! Shunsuke!"
Kamiki Shunsuke's voice, instantly switched from the fury just now, to a tone full of grievance and dependency, nearly akin to acting spoiled:
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"You... you have to back me up ah! That guy named Nohara Hiroshi in your station, he... he unexpectedly bullied me in front of everyone! He even said... he even said he's going to ban me! Come quickly ah! Come quickly and help me teach him a lesson!"
The other end of the phone fell into a prolonged silence.
That deathly stillness, like an invisible hand, gradually choked Kamiki Shunsuke's throat, making that suspended heart of his uncontrollably, sink bit by bit.
"Takada... Deputy Director?" He probed, calling out again, in that voice, carrying a trace of panic even he himself hadn't noticed.
"Kamiki-kun."
Finally, Takada Toshihide's icy voice lacking a trace of warmth, slowly rang out: "Where are you, right now?"
"I... I am backstage at Studio 3 ah." "Very good." Takada Toshihide's voice remained flat: "Then you right now, raise your head and look. See what those words above your head, say."
Kamiki Shunsuke subconsciously raised his head, through the crack of the makeup room door, he saw at the end of the corridor, that massive sign emitting a cold metallic luster.
On it, printed in the most eye-catching font, were a few large characters ——
[TV Tokyo · Production Bureau Headquarters].
"Here, is TV Tokyo."
Takada Toshihide's voice, like a devil's whisper from hell, every word carrying a chill sufficient to freeze a person alive.
"Not that Kirin Agency of yours where you can do whatever you want, even less so Chairman Sato Tokugawa's private backyard."
"Here, I, Takada Toshihide, have the final say. And Nohara Hiroshi..."
He paused, in that voice, bearing a trace of wariness even Iwata Masao had never heard before.
"—— is someone, even I cannot touch easily."
"Who the hell, do you think you are?"
"Boom——!"
These words full of humiliating meaning, exploded with a boom in Kamiki Shunsuke's mind!
He blankly gripped the phone, on that handsome face, all blood color fading completely in an instant.
"No... impossible..." He muttered to himself, in that voice full of shuddering: "Executive Deputy Director Takada... you... did you make a mistake? Chairman... Chairman Sato he..."
"Sato Tokugawa?"
Takada Toshihide let out a sneer full of contempt: "He indeed has money, has power. But, no matter how formidable he is, can he manage our television station's internal personnel appointments and dismissals? Can he affect the normal recording of a national-level variety show of ours?"
"Kamiki-kun, I advise you, you'd better figure out your own identity clearly."
Takada Toshihide's voice, completely turned cold: "You are nothing more than a pretty-looking Persian cat raised by Sato Tokugawa. If he's in a good mood, he can buy you the most expensive cat food, the most gorgeous collar. But if he's in a bad mood, he can at any time, throw a disobedient pet like you, out onto the street, to fend for yourself."
"Do you believe it, right now I only need to make a phone call to Sato Tokugawa, telling him, this little cat he raised, doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, outside, caused massive trouble for our TV Tokyo..."
That voice of his was as light as a feather, yet as heavy as a mountain range smashing fiercely onto Kamiki Shunsuke's heart.
"—— you guess, will he protect you, or will he... personally come over, and apologize, to me?"
This is a comparison between fundamental interests and external playthings.
Anyone with a brain can distinguish it.
Real estate developers still need media, especially television stations, especially the biggest TV Tokyo, to promote their real estate for them.
And TV Tokyo is also the only super-massive media in the Kanto region nowadays.
Among its various departments.
There is a News Bureau!
Specially in charge of today's news, as well as investigative news from recent days.
If they really offended TV Tokyo, and these higher-ups collude together, then which real estate developer dares to be certain, that their own real estate, has no flaws, has no problems?
Yes, the real estate industry is rich.
But offending these media, then just a small negative report, continuing for such a period of time, in the end, I'm afraid they wouldn't even know how they died!
Silence.
Death-like silence.
Kamiki Shunsuke stood blankly on the spot, on that already pale face, remaining only an ashen white.
He finally understood.
Or rather he had understood all along, just unwilling to admit it ——
Himself, is nothing more than a commodity, a plaything!
A worthless luxury item that can be traded at any time, discarded at any time!
"...Sorry."
For a long time, he just squeezed out these three words full of humiliation and unwillingness from his throat.
Immediately, on that handsome face of his that had long lost its blood color, unexpectedly, out of control, bloomed once again a sweet, cloying smile full of flattery and fawning, uglier than crying.
"Deputy-Director-Takada~" His voice, instantly switched from the shock just now, to a sickening tone full of acting spoiled meaning: "You... please don't be angry. I... I just now, was merely joking with you. You know, I listen to your words the most."
"Hmph." Takada Toshihide from his nose, let out a cold snort full of contempt.
"Then... then right now, I will go apologize... to Manager Nohara! I guarantee! I will definitely satisfy him! Absolutely won't, cause any more, trouble for you!"
Kamiki Shunsuke's voice, became increasingly cloying, and increasingly humble.
"Suit yourself."
Takada Toshihide tossed down these two words, and cleanly and neatly, hung up the phone.
"Beep... beep... beep..."
Listening to the icy busy tone in the mouthpiece, the smile on Kamiki Shunsuke's face, instantly solidified.
He slowly put down the phone in his hand.
And then turned around.
On that handsome face, all the humbleness and fawning had faded, leaving only a bone-chilling gloom lacking the slightest warmth.
He looked at Iwata Masao who from beginning to end acted like a wooden dummy, standing blankly at the side. In those amorous peach blossom eyes, flashing a heart-palpitating, viper-like resentment.
"Director Iwata."
His voice, was very light, very soft, like a whisper between lovers, yet carried a cruelty sufficient to make anyone feel a chill running down their spine.
"Just now, you heard everything, right?"
"..." Iwata Masao's body, uncontrollably violently shuddered.
"Very good."
The corner of Kamiki Shunsuke's mouth curled into a demon-like smile.
"There's nothing for you to do here anymore, then go and tell that guy named Nohara Hiroshi. Tell him, I, Kamiki Shunsuke, apologize to him for the rudeness just now."
"Yes." Iwata Masao immediately turned around and went out.
At this time Watanabe Junichi also happened to rush back, the two nodded to each other, and then Watanabe Junichi closed the door.
"What's wrong?" Watanabe Junichi seeing this arrogant guy unexpectedly didn't throw a temper, an look of astonishment appearing in his eyes.
This wasn't Kamiki Shunsuke's character.
"And also... Takada Toshihide." Kamiki Shunsuke at this time slowly spat out this name, that look incomparably gloomy and cold: "A Persian cat's claws, if finding an opportunity, are also very sharp!"
"Ah?" Watanabe Junichi was even more astounded.
But Kamiki Shunsuke didn't pay any attention to him, merely calmly walking to that already broken mirror. From those messy cosmetics, picking up an eyebrow pencil, starting unhurriedly, to re-touch up the makeup for his handsome face.
That posture, elegant, and full of a certain spine-chilling, sickly composure.
He knew he had to endure.
But he knew even more, this game, was far from over.
He wanted to return to Sato Tokugawa's side, he wanted to use his most adept method, to blow the gentlest pillow talk.
He wanted to let that man who controlled all his fate know, that his most beloved pet, outside, suffered massive grievance.
He wanted to make that guy named Nohara Hiroshi, and that bastard named Takada Toshihide, pay the most tragic price for everything they did today!
(End of Chapter)