novelraw Chapter 160: Propaganda Arrangements! Takada Toshihide's Superstition About Capital!
Chapter 160: Propaganda Arrangements! Takada Toshihide's Superstition About Capital!
"And these Akita Inus are also exactly the same as the kind of Akita Inus you drew on the manuscripts you gave me! What's it called... adorkable! Absolutely the kind you mentioned... the kind that knows to go home after the cherry blossoms in their hometown bloom!"
What Nohara Semashi said was quite proud and full of drive.
"Very good, Eldest Brother." Nohara Hiroshi said with satisfaction: "The land matters, continue to push forward according to the original plan, money is not a problem. As for the Akita Inus... it's still not enough."
"Eh? Still not enough?!" Nohara Semashi on the other end of the phone was obviously shocked by this answer.
Right now in the breeding base there are eight hundred Akita Inus!
"Hmm, not enough." The corners of Nohara Hiroshi's mouth hooked up into an arc: "My goal is within next year, to let our 'Nohara Kennel', become the largest scale, purest bloodline Akita Inu breeding base in the entire Nippon. When the time comes, I naturally have a way, to let them become true 'Golden Dogs' that can lay golden eggs. In my opinion, the breeding scale needs to be at least eight thousand to be enough!"
"Eight... eight thousand?!" Nohara Semashi was shocked.
Just the food eaten every day is how much money?
"Yes, just listen to me, Eldest Brother."
But Nohara Hiroshi didn't explain too much, because he knew, that ultimate weapon named "Hachiko Monogatari", sufficient to detonate the emotional resonance of the entire society, although it hasn't reached the time to reveal its sharp edge yet. But once revealed.
That will be an absolute kill!
"Okay! I'll listen to you!" Nohara Semashi still nodded, in that voice, full of absolute trust towards his younger brother.
Ending the call with his eldest brother, Nohara Hiroshi let out a long breath.
Agriculture, kennel, television station, manga company...
Plus the upcoming movies.
Five industries will eventually under his manipulation, merge into one battle line, and the time is not far away, already steadily progressing.
Everything is developing in the best direction.
"Manager."
While Nohara Hiroshi was thinking, the office door was gently knocked.
Kitagawa Yao walked in, respectfully placing an organized schedule on Nohara Hiroshi's desk: "Half past ten, Deputy Director Asumi is waiting for you in his office, saying there's a meeting about the propaganda of the 'Seven Samurai' movie."
"Got it." Nohara Hiroshi nodded, glancing at the time on his wristwatch.
Exactly ten o'clock.
Thus he picked up that cup of top-tier Blue Mountain coffee which had long been prepared for him, on that leather chair symbolizing his Manager status, enjoying this moment of tranquility.
...
Ten twenty-five, Nohara Hiroshi's figure punctually appeared at the door of Asumi's office.
However, when he pushed open that heavy mahogany door, the scene before his eyes, made a trace of playful smile subconsciously surface in those eyes of his that were always calm and unruffled.
In the office, besides Asumi who had already been waiting for a long time, there were also two, "old acquaintances" he hadn't seen for a long time sitting.
Those two variety show directors of the Tokyo Faction.
Yasui Takashi, still that playboy bearing, a showy pink Versace suit, three buttons at the collar casually unbuttoned, revealing the bronze skin underneath and a faintly visible gold chain.
And Ito Choan beside him wore a tightly fitting dark gray suit, sharp eyes, steady and measured.
Only upon seeing Nohara Hiroshi come over, the faces of the two at this moment carried a few parts of visible constraint and... awkwardness.
At the same time both also stood up from the sofa, stuttering and bowing their heads in tribute.
"Man... Manager Nohara."
The two unexpectedly towards Nohara Hiroshi, this young man almost twenty years younger than them, lowered their heads giving a humble tribute.
The corners of Nohara Hiroshi's mouth slightly curled.
Of course he remembered just a while ago, at the door of this office, how these two arrogant and conceited guys, used an attitude full of superiority, to mock that unformed variety show idea of his.
And now...
That "Kasou Taishou" of his which was regarded by them as "amateur messing around", the viewership rating has already stabilized above 40%, becoming a national masterpiece sufficient to be recorded in the annals of the entire Nippon television history.
And the ace programs they were so proud of, "Stars Shining in the Starry Sky" and "Hilarious Wednesday", in front of the absolute ruling power of "Kasou Taishou" sufficient to crush everything, the viewership rating is merely that pitiful 15% or so, lingering on their last breath.
One waxing and one waning, superiority and inferiority instantly judged.
This contrast full of black humor, like an invisible slap, fiercely, slapped the faces of these two former "Variety Show Gemini", burning painfully.
"Director Yasui, Director Ito, hope you've been well."
Nohara Hiroshi didn't hit them when they were down, he merely smiled peacefully, sitting down calmly on that sofa in the main seat.
A calm bearing.
This calmness and indifference, this disregarding of past grievances, was even more lethal than any words full of mocking meaning.
Yasui Takashi and Ito Choan's faces, instantly flushed red, their expressions bashful as they sat down again.
"Hahaha! Hiroshi-kun, you're finally here!"
Asumi saw this in his eyes.
That was even more comfortable in his heart!
He came up smiling holding three cups of steaming hot fragrant tea, handing them into the hands of the three respectively, also directly getting to the point: "Calling everyone here today, is mainly for the propaganda work of 'Seven Samurai'."
He said: "I've already discussed with Bureau Chief Sakata, from next week onwards, we will mobilize all of the station's propaganda resources, to conduct a month-long, carpet-style warm-up for this movie!"
He paused, casting his gaze towards those two variety show directors who had long been sitting straight and proper, a meaningful arc hooking up at the corner of his mouth.
"Among them, the two most important fronts, are your 'Stars Shining in the Starry Sky' and 'Hilarious Wednesday'."
"I need you two, to respectively produce an episode of, a special program with the theme of 'Seven Samurai'. When the time comes, I will arrange for Director Kurosawa, and Nohara-kun, to personally bring a few leading actors, to go on your programs, as guests."
This arrangement acted like two heavy hammers, fiercely striking the hearts of Yasui Takashi and Ito Choan!
Letting them go and, stand on the platform to propagate for that "amateur's" new work they had once humiliated in a hundred ways?
This is simply a public execution!
But right now they didn't have the ability to refuse anymore.
After all let alone the variety shows organized by themselves, which had already been suppressed beneath Nohara Hiroshi's "Kasou Taishou", making them already losers.
Just speaking of their boss, that Executive Deputy Director Takada Toshihide.
Right now.
Didn't he also choose to lie dormant, avoiding the overbearing, rainbow-like sharp edge of Asumi and the Kanto Faction right now?
"Hai, we obey the arrangement." The two lowered their heads.
However at this time, Nohara Hiroshi slowly opened his mouth: "Deputy Director Asumi, regarding the details of the propaganda, I have some immature thoughts."
Nohara Hiroshi put down his teacup, looking at Yasui Takashi and Ito Choan.
"Director Yasui's 'Stars Shining in the Starry Sky', focuses on the interaction between idols and fans. My suggestion is, we can group the seven leading actors in 'Seven Samurai', according to their character personalities. For example, the 'Leader Group' Kambei and Shichiroji, the 'Swordsman Group' Kyuzo and Katsushiro, the 'Comedy Group' Heihachi and Kikuchiyo... let them play some games and interviews fitting their character settings on the program. This way, not only meeting the fans' curiosity towards idols, but also quietly, implanting the charm of the movie's characters, into the audience's hearts in advance."
"As for Director Ito's 'Hilarious Wednesday'..."
He turned his head, looking at that man who had long been thoroughly stunned by this frighteningly professional analysis of his, the corners of his mouth increasingly curling up saying:
"...Its core, is 'contrast' and 'pranks'. My suggestion is, we can do the opposite. Let the entertainers pretend to be samurai, going to audition for Director Kurosawa's crew, trying auditioning to become the leading actor. This way not only pranking the entertainers, but also propagating our new samurai film."
"After all in the entire Nippon, who could not know Director Kurosawa Eiji? At this time Director Kurosawa Eiji's fame, is quite useful!"
Nohara Hiroshi chuckled lightly: "This is what you need to cooperate with."
No begging.
No discussion.
Only the最 direct arrangement.
But the implication of those words, was just telling Yasui Takashi and Ito Choan to obey the arrangement.
"...Good! Good! Good!"
Asumi nodded in satisfaction: "We'll do as you say! Hiroshi-kun! This idea of yours... is simply... divine!"
Then he looked towards Yasui Takashi and Ito Choan, these two directors of the Tokyo Faction.
At this time these two directors were stiff on the sofa.
Looking at each other.
They looked at that young man, that gaze was like looking at a demon wearing human skin!
"What do you think?" Asumi seeing the two didn't say anything, couldn't help but slightly frown.
"Then... then we'll... settle it like this?" Yasui Takashi instantly reacted, in the answering voice, carrying a trace of unsuppressible trembling.
"Hmm." Nohara Hiroshi merely nodded calmly, he looked at these two "Variety Show Gemini" of the Tokyo Faction who had offended him back then, on his face blossoming a faint smile again: "As for the specific execution plan, I will have Section Chief Tanaka, deliver it to the offices of you two later. When the time comes, I'll still have to ask the two directors, for your guidance."
This humility full of a "junior's" bearing, yet was thicker and heavier than any words full of mocking meaning.
Yasui Takashi and Ito Choan's faces were thoroughly red, but they couldn't say anything.
Strength itself represents authority.
Right now Nohara Hiroshi's reputation is flourishing, they could only grit their teeth, using the hypocritical pleasantries and etiquette of Nippon people, forcing themselves to reveal a smile:
"Not... not at all! Not at all!"
"Manager Nohara you... you are too polite!"
Then the two took their leave.
When those two figures full of meaning of losing their souls, disappeared at the office door, Asumi finally let out a breath.
He looked at that young man who from beginning to end merely calmly drank tea, on that elegant face, surfaced a dumbfounded bitterness.
"Hiroshi-kun, you guy... really are, not suffering a single loss ah."
Nohara Hiroshi merely smiled, not saying anything.
This game has just begun.
...
Takada Toshihide's office, smoke wreathed, the atmosphere so oppressive it seemed water could be wrung out.
This number two figure of the Tokyo Faction, was standing before that massive floor-to-ceiling window. On that face that always carried a few parts of gloominess, at this moment was even more gloomy as if water could drip out.
Behind him, Iwata Masao, Ashikaga Takashi, Asano Takata, these three core members of the "Movie Project Team" he had placed high hopes on, at this moment acted like three defeated roosters, each lowering their heads, silent as winter cicadas.
"So to speak, you've been working busily for almost a month, the result you gave me, is this?"
Takada Toshihide slowly turned around, lightly tossing a thin, shooting progress report full of various professional jargon, yet so hollow it had no soul, like throwing garbage, into the center of the conference table.
"Ashikaga, you told me, your cinematic language, is the most gorgeous in the entire Production Bureau. But what I see, besides those meaningless slow motions and rotating shots, what else is there? Are you shooting a movie, or shooting an MV?!"
"As野, you told me, you are most adept at grasping characters' inner feelings. But what I see, besides those dry lines full of preachy meaning, what else is there? Are you shooting a period drama, or shooting a government propaganda film?!"
"And you! Iwata!"
His gaze, finally landed on that man who had long been trembling like sifting chaff, that gaze becoming increasingly sharp!
"I handed the life and death power of the entire project to you! I told you, to go satisfy all the requirements of the sugar daddy investors! But you? Besides acting like a dog, wagging your tail begging for pity behind that pretty boy, what else can you do?! The things you shot, don't even have the most basic narrative logic! Simply... a pile of dog shit!"
This roar full of humiliating meaning, like a string of machine guns, "da da da" sweeping out, thoroughly crushing the self-esteem of the three into powder!
"De... Deputy Director..." Ashikaga Takashi, this Level 2 Director whose eyes were usually higher than his head, at this moment on that face always carrying a few parts of arrogance, was also written full of unwillingness: "This... this can't all be blamed on us ah! It's... it's that Kamiki Shunsuke! He... he fundamentally doesn't know how to act! Besides posing, acting cool, what else can he do?! We explain the scene to him, he fundamentally doesn't listen! At every turn using Chairman Sato to oppress us! We... we also have no choice ah!"
"Exactly!" Asano Takata also echoed with a long face: "And that Kitagawa Miyuki! She... she is simply a flower vase! Besides crying, laughing, glaring her eyes, what else can she do?! We told her to act a scene of inner struggle, she unexpectedly... she unexpectedly asked us, if she needs to use eye drops!"
This complaint full of black humor, not only failed to quell Takada Toshihide's anger, but instead made him even more irritable!
"Trash! A bunch of trash!"
He violently slapped the table, that massive loud noise made the entire office tremble!
"I don't care what methods you use! I don't care how hard to serve that pretty boy is! I don't care how stupid that flower vase is! I just want one result——"
He looked at the three, in those icy eyes, flashing a heart-palpitating madness!
"——In the New Year's Eve slot, take that old fellow, and that brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, give them to me, and fiercely, trample them underfoot!"
"If you can't do it, then pack up your bedding and scram!"
"Isn't this Kamiki Shunsuke the hottest idol among Nippon teenagers right now? Didn't you say he has tens of millions of die-hard fans? If even like this we can't take down that old thing and Nohara Hiroshi! Then what use do I have for you!?"
Right within this atmosphere full of oppression and despair, the office door was gently knocked.
Yasui Takashi and Ito Choan, those two figures who had just escaped from the "public execution", walked in with somewhat weird expressions on their faces.
They looked at this "trial" scene full of gunpowder scent, then looked at Takada Toshihide's face which had long been twisted, looking at each other, both seeing a tacit... understanding from each other's eyes.
There was probably also a 'public execution' and 'trial' here.
"Deputy Director Takada."
Yasui Takashi sighed: "You... seem to have encountered some trouble?"
Takada Toshihide didn't speak, merely using those icy eyes, deadly glaring at him.
"Just right." Ito Choan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone equally helpless saying: "Over here, we also encountered some trouble. Perhaps... we can discuss some countermeasures together?"
Takada Toshihide knew these two people before his eyes came back from Asumi's side, looking at their appearance they should also be pushed to the limits.
Otherwise could they reveal such expressions?
Takada Toshihide at this moment, unexpectedly inexplicably generated a trace of mutual appreciation of those with the same illness pitying each other...
He slowly sat back in his seat, on that gloomy face, all the explosive anger had faded.
Leaving only an icy resolve of breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats.
"Speak."
Takada Toshihide said faintly: "Asumi making you go over there I know, is wanting to let you help propagate on the variety shows. Then what do you, think?"
Takada Toshihide's eyes landed on Yasui Takashi and Ito Choan's bodies.
The air in the office seemingly was sucked dry at this moment.
That was a silent pressure.
Yasui Takashi's face was full of aggressive light, gritting his teeth saying: "Deputy Director, what that old fox Asumi is thinking, is nothing more than borrowing the heat of our two programs, to build momentum for his precious darling's new movie. This game of chess, he plays it quite astutely."
"After all 'Kasou Taishou' although is indeed a national level top-tier variety show program, this point is worth affirming."
"But..."
Yasui Takashi changed the subject: "This program has a major flaw, which is no way to be like my program 'Stars Shining in the Starry Sky', and 'Hilarious Wednesday', able to use the method of hard placement, to propagate something."
"Their national participation although good, but also manifested at the level of only being able to perform stage plays, regarding the ability of variety show propaganda is very weak."
"Therefore the chessboard of propaganda, gracefully still grasped in our hands."
His words drew Takada Toshihide's approval.
"Very good." Takada Toshihide felt right now his mood was much better, then nodded saying: "Continue speaking."
My thought, is very simple." Yasui Takashi stretched out two slender fingers, tapping lightly yet rhythmically on that coffee table made from a whole piece of golden thread nanmu wood, letting out dull yet rhythmic sounds: "Praise to kill."
"Praise to kill?" Takada Toshihide slightly frowned, this method he had also used many times.
"Correct, just praise to kill." Ito Choan at the side also opened his mouth to insert into the topic.
"Asumi wants us to be the ladder, then we'll just push the boat along with the current, and build this ladder, up to the heavens for him."
Ito Choan's voice was like a poisonous snake, every word carrying a fatal chill: "We just on the program, praise him to death! Extol him as the 'Once in a century genius of the Nippon television industry'! 'Omnipotent god of crossover'! 'The absolute best masterpiece of new era samurai films'! We want to let all audiences, hold the highest, most unrealistic expectations towards that so-called movie of his!"
"And then?" In Takada Toshihide's eyes, flashed a trace of playfulness.
"And then, we just at the most crucial moment, dig a pit for him, sufficient to make him beyond redemption." The corners of Ito Choan's mouth, hooked up a cold, demon-like smile.
He looked at Takada Toshihide, that gaze, like a counselor presenting poison to a king: "Deputy Director, you don't forget, in this society of ours in Nippon, what is the most deep-rooted, and easiest emotion to be incited?"
Before others could even guess, he resolutely answered himself:
"It is class."
These three words, spat out from his mouth.
Lightly floating.
Yet carrying a terrifying power sufficient to tear apart the entire society.
"We just during the interview, inadvertently guide him towards the topic of 'elite' and 'commoners'." Ito Choan's voice was gloomy: "We want to let him, when being praised to the point of being smug, subconsciously, reveal that kind of, superiority belonging to 'geniuses' towards us 'mortals'."
"We want to let him, personally say out of his own mouth, those 'samurai' under his lens, are the true 'elites', are the heroes pushing history forward. And those 'farmers', are nothing more than ignorant, cunning 'commoners' who only deserve to be saved."
"As long as he says it..." On Yasui Takashi's face also blossomed a cruel smile: "Then we won't even need to make a move. Just the spit of those enraged 'commoner' audiences, will be enough to thoroughly drown him, and that movie of his full of the stench of 'elitism'!"
"Good... what a 'class antagonism'!"
In Takada Toshihide's eyes exploded a terrifying bright light!
He looked at these two capable generals before his eyes, one responsible for fanning the flames, one responsible for handing over the butcher knife, a heartfelt smile of appreciation surfacing on his gloomy face.
"This stratagem, is indeed venomous. But..." His tone changed, in those icy eyes, flashing a trace of caution belonging to those in high positions: "Have you ever thought, what if... that brat doesn't fall for it? He's not a brainless idiot like Iwata. I heard, even that old fox Sakata, was full of praise for that calmness and scheming of his far exceeding his peers."
"Deputy Director, you're worrying too much." Yasui Takashi heard this, sneering: "No matter how calm he is, how scheming he is, in the end, he's just a greenhorn in his early twenties. Suddenly obtaining such massive success, being put on a pedestal by countless people, that pride and conceit belonging to young people in his heart, how could he possibly completely suppress it?"
"Exactly." Ito Choan also nodded mockingly: "We don't even need him to personally say it out loud. We only need, through editing, through some questions full of suggestive meaning, to easily, mold him into an image of, high and mighty, 'elite genius' looking down on all living beings. When the time comes, what the audience sees, will only be what they want to see. As for the truth? Who cares?"
"What's more..." Yasui Takashi smiled wickedly: "A guy who shoots TV dramas and variety shows, also dares to run to our movie circle to boss people around? Simply seeking his own doom! TV dramas and variety shows, to put it plainly, are nothing more than some unpresentable, cheap entertainment goods meant to please the 'commoner' audiences. But movies, that is the true, art belonging to the 'elites'! What kind of thing can an amateur who can't even distinguish how many kinds of lenses a camera has, shoot out? When the time comes, without us inciting, just the ghastly quality of the final cut, will be enough to make him, become the laughingstock of the entire Nippon!"
Hearing the two's so meticulous arrangement, Takada Toshihide's heart finally completely settled down.
"Very good." He nodded in satisfaction: "Praise to kill, this direction is correct. But, there is one point, you must remember for me."
His voice also became a few parts more dignified.
"Regarding the topic of 'elites' and 'commoners' you can guide towards it, but absolutely cannot ignite it! We only need on that pile of dry firewood, inadvertently, to drop a spark and that's enough. Leave the rest to public opinion, leave it to those stupid commoners, let them themselves go make this fire burn the more vigorously the better."
"We only need to stand at the side watching coldly, and finally in the posture of a 'savior', come out to clean up the mess and that will do."
"You must absolutely remember, the current Nohara Hiroshi, is the apple of Asumi's eye, and even more so the precious darling that old fox Sakata uses to claim credit from the board of directors. Before we have absolute certainty, we cannot touch him. What we can do, is merely dig some, seemingly harmless, but actually fatal, small pits for him."
"Hai! We understand!" Yasui Takashi and Ito Choan bowed in unison, in that voice, carrying a tacit understanding.
The atmosphere now finally broke free from that gloominess at the beginning.
Just at this time, that Director Ashikaga Takashi who had been keeping silent since just now, suddenly seemed to remember something, asking curiously: "Speaking of which, Deputy Director Takada arranged that kid named Nohara Hiroshi, and Kurosawa Eiji to cooperate on that 'Seven Samurai', exactly what is its background? I heard, for this movie, that old fellow even directly scrapped that 'Samurai in the Blacksmith Shop' of his that was more than half shot?"
"Oh, that ah." Yasui Takashi heard this, curling his lips, in that voice full of disdain: "I heard people from Asumi's side mention a mouthful. Seems to just be talking about, seven down-and-out samurai, being hired by a group of dirt-poor farmers, to protect their village, defending against bandits story."
"Just this?"
Ashikaga Takashi and Asano Takata looked at each other.
Both saw from each other's eyes, a heartfelt burst of loud laughter, full of superiority.
"Hahahaha! I thought it was some earth-shaking divine masterpiece!" Asano Takata laughed so hard he bent forward and backward, on that face always wearing an amiable smile, at this moment was also written full of schadenfreude: "That old fellow Kurosawa, seems to have truly run out of talent! Unexpectedly even this kind of old-fashioned subject matter that had already been shot to death decades ago, was dug out again! Samurai protecting farmers, defending against bandits? This sounds, just like the bedtime stories my grandfather's generation read! Simply... boring to the extreme!"
"Who says it isn't." Ashikaga Takashi also sneered, in that voice full of schadenfreude emotion: "I'm guessing ah, it's that kid surnamed Nohara, read a few volumes of 'Weekly Shonen Jump' hot-blooded manga, and thought he could also be a screenwriter. As a result, fabricated such an, kindergarten level story full of chuunibyou fantasies. And that stubborn old man Kurosawa, also turned to any doctor he could find in a panic, unexpectedly actually believed it! Simply... a pair of muddle-headed guys!"
"Um... Deputy Director, Directors..."
Right within this laughter full of disdain and mocking, a timid voice, yet inappropriately, weakly rang out from the corner.
It was Iwata Masao.
He looked at this group of colleagues before his eyes, on that face that was originally pale, surfaced a faint worry.
"I... I feel, we still... still better be a little more careful. That Nohara Hiroshi... he... he is not an ordinary person. What if... what if this time we, again..."
"Again what?!"
However, before his words were finished, they were forcefully interrupted by Ashikaga Takashi's roar full of impatience!
"Iwata! Have you been beaten to fear by that kid?! Why now, become like a shrinking turtle?! No backbone at all!"
"Exactly!" Asano Takata also coldly snorted, that gaze like looking at a hopeless coward: "Don't forget, how you were kicked down from the Section Chief position by him back then! Have you forgotten this humiliation?!"
Takada Toshihide also cast that icy gaze towards him.
In that gaze was full of disappointment.
"Iwata, I giving you another chance, is wanting you to wash away the past humiliation. Not for you to be here, boosting others' morale while destroying your own prestige."
These words were like three great mountains, fiercely pressing upon Iwata Masao's nerves which were already fragile to the extreme!
He went silent.
His face deathly pale.
"To sum it up, isn't it still because you are too weak!"
Ashikaga Takashi looking at his appearance, was even more furious, pointing at Iwata's nose, venting all the anger he had suffered on the set recently, in one go: "If it weren't for you the General Director, not even being able to suppress two small idol stars! Allowing them to put on airs on the set, changing the script! Us two, as for acting like two grandsons, following behind their butts every day, cleaning up the mess?! Our talent, is almost being literally exhausted clean by those two trashes!"
This complaint full of blame-shifting meaning, yet unexpectedly aroused Takada Toshihide's attention.
Those icy eyes of his slightly narrowed, inside there, flashing an icy decisiveness belonging to a superior.
He knew this movie project of his, absolutely couldn't have any more mishaps.
This will be his, in this war with the Kanto Faction, the last and also the most important trump card.
He went silent for a moment, finally spoke.
"Alright, everyone stop arguing."
Takada made the arrangement.
"Iwata, from today onwards, you this General Director, only responsible for one thing —— serve Chairman Sato and Kamiki Shunsuke well for me. As for the specific shooting work on the set..."
He paused, casting that gaze full of trust and entrustment, towards those two direct line subordinates who were utterly loyal to him.
"——will be fully handed over to, Ashikaga and Asano, you two to be responsible for. I give you, the highest authority. No matter who it is, as long as they dare on the set, to not listen to commands, put on airs, you can directly tell me. I personally come forward to resolve it."
He looked at those two subordinates whose faces were already fully flushed because of this sudden "important assignment", a cold snort on his face.
"I will personally call that old fellow Sato Tokugawa. I will let them know, our TV Tokyo's movie, although relies on their investment, but is also not their backyard garden where they can do whatever they want."
"This 'Samurai of the Cherry Blossom Tree', must and can only, become an eternal classic, capable of thoroughly crushing that old fellow, and that brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
For the past half year, Takada Toshihide was truly suppressed too miserably.
He was also too thirsty for a victory.
"Hai!"
Ashikaga Takashi and Asano Takata, the two bowed in unison: "We, will definitely not fail your entrustment!"
"Yoshi! Very good! Just like this! Must have spirit! Only then can we defeat the opponent!" Takada Toshihide nodded in satisfaction.
He slowly walked before that massive floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking that steel city at his feet, which had long been regarded as something in his pocket by him, those icy eyes gradually becoming excited.
He believed in the professional qualities of his two movie directors.
And also believed in the judgment of those two variety show directors.
As long as everyone under his Takada Toshihide's leadership, works together with one heart ——
He seemingly already saw on the New Year's Eve in the near future, how that 'Samurai of the Cherry Blossom Tree' of his, full of gorgeousness and commercial elements, with an unrivaled posture, thoroughly crushes that 'Seven Samurai', full of poverty and old-fashioned script!
He had even already thought about when the time came, what kind of look full of a victor's posture, full of pity, to use to "comfort" that, Kurosawa Eiji who was already a hero in his twilight years, and that young man who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
"Nohara Hiroshi..."
He muttered to himself, the smile surfacing in his eyes increasingly bringing up hysterical arrogance and excitement.
"The game, has just begun."
The one he used this time, was a final trump card of his treasured collection, sufficient to make all opponents despair.
The name of this trump card is ——
Capital.
In this world there is nothing that cannot be resolved with money.
If there is, then use more money.
This is the only iron rule that is the truest and also the cruelest in this era.
He, Takada Toshihide, is the most loyal believer of this iron rule.
And also, the ultimate, victor.
He, firmly believes without a doubt!
Takada Toshihide muttered to himself: "Even a guy who in ancient times could only be a eunuch, can be pushed into a national idol by capital, becoming a top star with hundreds of millions of young fans... then the power of capital, what else can it not do?"
(End of Chapter)