My Name is Hiroshi Nohara, Star of Neon Film and Television!

Chapter 271: A Fully Prepared Nohara Hiroshi

Deep in the night, the campaign headquarters of Tokyo City TV was still brightly lit.

Under the pale fluorescent lights, scattered documents covered the long table. Coffee cups were piled up in the corner, leaving brown residues. The air was filled with caffeine, tobacco, and a faint scent of exhaustion.

The Tokyo outside the window had long fallen asleep, with only sparse neon lights still flashing in the night. However, this place was like a precise machine running non-stop, with every gear tightening to push forward.

Nohara Hiroshi sat at one end of the long table. Spread out in front of him was a thick map showing the distribution of polling stations, with a red marker circling key security areas.

The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up, revealing sturdy forearms. His eyes carried a trace of exhaustion, yet his gaze remained sharp.

From time to time, he picked up the pen to mark something on the paper, occasionally looking up to exchange a few words with Hashimoto Ichiro beside him, his voice low and clear.

"Section Chief Hashimoto, tomorrow at 6:00 AM sharp, make sure the security team is in position. Arrange at least two personnel for each key polling station, especially in densely populated areas like Shinjuku and Shibuya. They must be closely guarded," Nohara Hiroshi's voice carried a hint of hoarseness, yet it was still steady and powerful. "Additionally, contact the people from the police force. Have them deploy additional patrols around the polling stations to prevent any unexpected situations."

Hashimoto Ichiro quickly nodded, rapidly taking notes in his notebook: "Understood, Hiroshi-san. I have already confirmed with the police three times;

they will deploy according to our requests. Furthermore, I have arranged for a few young people from our Production Bureau to disguise themselves as voters and stand by on-site. If there are any abnormalities, they will report back immediately."

Not far away, Sakata Nobuhiko leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette held between his fingertips. Amidst the swirling smoke, his brows were slightly furrowed.

The ashtray in front of him was already full of cigarette butts, evidently having smoked quite a few."We still can't let our guard down," he spoke slowly, his voice carrying exhaustion. "That man Tanaka Mikami, when driven mad by losing, will do anything. We must consider all possible unexpected events that might occur."

Takada Toshihide sat beside Sakata Nobuhiko, holding a security contingency plan in his hands, repeatedly looking through it: "Bureau Chief Sakata is right. Just now I double-checked;

crowd control, emergency passageways, and even medical security at every polling station have been arranged. Even if Tanaka really pulls some trick, we'll be able to respond immediately."

Asumi carried a cup of freshly brewed coffee and walked over to Nohara Hiroshi, handing it to him: "Hiroshi-kun, drink some coffee to refresh yourself. It's almost 2:00 AM now. Take a rest, and let others handle the remaining matters."

Nohara Hiroshi took the coffee, said "Thank you," and took a small sip. The warm liquid slid down his throat, slightly alleviating his exhaustion.

"No, now is not the time to rest," he shook his head. "Tomorrow is Election Day. Every detail must be absolutely foolproof. I will go over the voting process once more to ensure there are no omissions."

Kurosawa Eiji sat in the corner, holding a newspaper containing the final campaign advertisements of the two candidates.

He put down the newspaper, his tone full of emotion: "Having been a director all my life and filming so many dramatic conflicts, I never thought that real-life political maneuvering would be even more tense than in movies. If Tanaka Mikami had awakened sooner and focused on people's livelihood, he wouldn't have fallen to this state today."

Asano Takata chimed in, "Yes, he's too obsessed with real estate. He only has interests in his eyes and fundamentally can't see the hardships of ordinary people. Now that he is betrayed by all and forsaken, he only has himself to blame."

Shimazu Yoshihiro sat in the main seat at the long table. Although his face carried obvious exhaustion, his eyes remained resolute.

He had been listening silently to everyone's discussion, occasionally picking up a pen to record something on paper.

Over these past days, he had stayed up late and run around with the team. He had long abandoned the airs he used to have as the President of TV Tokyo, entirely resembling an ordinary soldier fighting for a common goal.

"Everyone has worked hard."

Shimazu Yoshihiro spoke slowly, his voice gentle yet firm. "These past few days, a great thanks to everyone's support and dedication. No matter what the result is tomorrow, I will engrave this in my heart."

"Mr. Shimazu, you're being too polite," Takada Toshihide said hurriedly. "We support you because your policies can change Tokyo City for the better. Being able to participate in it is an honor for us."

Nohara Hiroshi looked up at Shimazu Yoshihiro, his tone calm: "Former President Shimazu, you don't need to worry too much. We have made the fullest preparations, and public sentiment is on our side. Tomorrow, you just need to maintain a calm state of mind and wait for the results."

Just then, a rapid cell phone ringtone suddenly broke the tranquility of the headquarters.

The ringtone came from Shimazu Yoshihiro's private cell phone placed on the table. It was a specially made phone, and only a few people knew the number.

Shimazu Yoshihiro was stunned for a moment, then reacted, hurriedly picking up the phone. He glanced at the caller ID, his expression instantly turning solemn. He stood up, walked to a corner, gave an "a moment please" gesture to the crowd, and then pressed the answer button.

"Hello? This is Shimazu Yoshihiro." Shimazu Yoshihiro's voice was low and cautious, carrying a trace of imperceptible nervousness.

From the other end of the phone came a low and authoritative voice. The volume was not loud, yet it seemed to carry an all-penetrating power. In the quiet headquarters, those standing close by could faintly hear a few words: "Shimazu Yoshihiro, it's me."

Shimazu Yoshihiro's body trembled slightly. He quickly straightened his back, his tone becoming even more respectful: "Sir, it is you. Apologies for disturbing you late at night. What instructions do you have?"

"Regarding the matter with Tanaka Mikami, you should have already noticed it," the mysterious person's voice remained calm, yet carried an unquestionable majesty. "Driven to desperation, he wants to invoke illegal methods to manufacture chaos and disrupt the voting order in an attempt to turn the tables."

Shimazu Yoshihiro's brows furrowed tightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

Although Nohara Hiroshi and the team had previously anticipated that Tanaka might act extremely, hearing this news still brought a wave of anger: "Sir, I have arranged strict security;

I definitely won't let his plot succeed."

"No need to trouble yourself."

The mysterious person spoke flatly. "His plan has already been discovered. Moreover, his behavior of ignoring the big picture and vainly attempting to act alone has enraged everyone. Now, no one is willing to support him anymore. He has been completely abandoned."

"Act... act alone!?"

Shimazu Yoshihiro's eyes widened abruptly, his face revealing an expression of disbelief.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"There is no longer any suspense regarding the election result."

The mysterious person's voice remained calm, yet carried a certainty of the dust having settled. "You can now start preparing the relevant matters for taking over as the Mayor of Tokyo City. There will be people to coordinate the follow-up handover procedures with you. Remember, after taking office, prioritize stability, push forward your policies, soothe the public mind, and do not let everybody's expectations down."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you very much, Sir! Thank you for your support!"

Shimazu Yoshihiro's voice carried an uncontrollable excitement, even choking up a bit.

He bowed hastily. Even though the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see it, he maintained his most respectful posture.

"No need to thank me;

it's what you deserve," the mysterious person said. "It is the will of the people and the general trend. Tanaka Mikami's failure is inevitable. Alright, I won't say more. Prepare yourself well."

After finishing, a "click" sounded from the other end of the phone, and it was hung up.

Shimazu Yoshihiro gripped his phone, freezing in place, unable to recover his senses for a long time.

His palms were covered in cold sweat, his heart pounding wildly, but a smile gradually blossomed on his face. It went from initial disbelief to extreme excitement, and finally to calm and determination.

He took a deep breath, slowly turned around, and looked at the crowd in the headquarters. Everyone had been drawn by the phone call just now. They had stopped the work in their hands and focused their gazes on him, their eyes full of curiosity and doubt.

"Mr. Shimazu, what happened? Whose call was that?" Sakata Nobuhiko asked first, his tone carrying a trace of worry.

Shimazu Yoshihiro walked to the center of the long table, his face bearing irrepressible joy, yet maintaining a steady tone: "Everyone, stop for a moment. I have an important matter to announce to you all."

His voice was not loud, yet it instantly silenced the entire headquarters.

Everyone held their breath, fixing their eyes intensely on him, waiting for him to continue.

Looking at the exhausted but expectant faces before him, Shimazu Yoshihiro spoke slowly: "The phone call just now was from a very important sir. He told me that Tanaka Mikami—he is trying to go solo."

"Go solo?"

Takada Toshihide abruptly stood up, his tone full of surprise. "What is he trying to do? Is he really going to engage in some extreme behavior?"

Shimazu Yoshihiro nodded, a flicker of anger passing through his eyes: "Exactly. Seeing that his election is hopeless, he actually wants to invoke illegal methods to manufacture chaos at tomorrow's polling sites, disrupt the electoral order, and vainly attempt to overturn the outcome."

"This bastard! He is arrogant and domineering to the extreme!"

Takada Toshihide was so furious he slapped the table. The documents on the table bounced up. "It's already come to this, and he's still thinking of engaging in these crooked paths! Isn't he afraid of his reputation being utterly ruined?"

"He's completely mad;

how could he care about any of this anymore?" Sakata Nobuhiko frowned, his tone heavy. "Fortunately, we made security preparations in advance, otherwise he really might have succeeded."

"However, everyone doesn't need to worry too much."

Shimazu Yoshihiro switched topics, a smile appearing on his face. "His plan has already been discovered. Moreover, his behavior of disregarding the big picture and vainly attempting to act alone has enraged everyone. Now, he has been completely abandoned."

"Abandoned?"

Asumi's eyes widened slightly, his tone carrying a trace of surprise. "Do you mean—the Cabinet side, and his backers, have all abandoned him?"

"Yes."

Shimazu Yoshihiro nodded emphatically, his tone carrying a hint of excitement. "That sir told me there is no longer any suspense about the election result. He told me—told me to start preparing the relevant matters to take over as the Mayor of Tokyo City!"

"What?!"

This sentence exploded in the headquarters like a blockbuster bomb.

Everyone stood up instantly, their faces revealing expressions of disbelief. Following closely, wild joy swept over everyone like a tidal wave.

"Really? Mr. Shimazu! We—we won?" Hashimoto Ichiro's voice trembled, his eyes full of excitement.

"We won! We really won!" Takada Toshihide excitedly swept away his previous exhaustion and anger. "That guy Tanaka Mikami is finally finished!"

Kurosawa Eiji leaned against his chair, a long-lost smile appearing on his face. He picked up his teacup from the table and took a light sip. "Excellent! Excellent! The will of the people, the general trend! This outcome is truly well-deserved!"

Asano Takata also said excitedly: "This is great! Mr. Shimazu, you can finally realize your policies! The citizens of Tokyo City will finally have better days to live!"

Sakata Nobuhiko walked up to Shimazu Yoshihiro, patted him on the shoulder, his face full of gratification: "Shimazu-kun, congratulations to you! Getting here hasn't been easy! You deserve this position!"

Looking at the excited expressions of the crowd, Shimazu Yoshihiro's heart was filled with gratitude.

He bowed deeply to everyone: "Thank you all! This is not my victory alone, it is a victory for all of us! Without the support and dedication of everyone here, it would be impossible for me to have come to this point today."

"Mr. Shimazu, you're too polite!"

Nohara Hiroshi stepped forward, a gentle smile on his face. "This is what you deserve. Your ideals align with the will of the people, and your dedication is obvious to all. Tanaka Mikami's failure is an inevitable result. He was too obsessed with the short-term profits brought by real estate, neglected the fundamental livelihood of the people, and even didn't hesitate to take risks and commit illegal acts. To be abandoned is simply getting his just deserts."

"Well said!"

Takada Toshihide chimed in: "That Tanaka Mikami was just too arrogant! He thought that by relying on real estate and his backers, he could cover the sky with one hand and act recklessly! Now look, betrayed by all and forsaken;

let's see how arrogant he can be now!"

Asumi analyzed calmly: "He was abandoned not just because of this solo plan, but more so because his policies no longer fit the development of the times. The citizens now are increasingly valuing people's livelihood, employment, and the future, yet he was still clinging onto real estate. Catching the boot was just a matter of time."

"However, we still cannot let our guard down,"

Nohara Hiroshi reminded them. "Although Tanaka Mikami has been abandoned, tomorrow's voting process must still be carried out strictly according to the regulations, and security work must not slack off. We must secure the fairness and justice of the election process, so that the victory arrives rightfully and legally."

"Hiroshi-kun is right."

Shimazu Yoshihiro nodded, his tone firm. "Tomorrow's voting remains crucial. We must ensure every voter can vote smoothly so their will is fully expressed. Only in this way will our assumption of office have more persuasive power."

Sakata Nobuhiko added: "I have already reached out to the Election Commission;

they will strengthen their supervision over the voting process. Tomorrow, I will personally visit several key polling stations to check the situation and ensure nothing goes wrong."

"I'll go too!"

Takada Toshihide hurriedly said. "I'll go to the polling stations in Shinjuku and Shibuya. The crowds there are huge;

issues can easily arise."

"Then I will go to the polling stations in the suburbs," Asumi said. "The suburban voters are mostly our supporters;

we must ensure they can vote smoothly."

The crowd proactively offered their services, taking on the various tasks for tomorrow. The atmosphere in the headquarters shifted from the previously exhausted tension to an excited fever pitch now.

Although still tired, smiles hung on everyone's faces, and the light of hope flickered in their eyes.

At three in the morning, the atmosphere in the campaign headquarters of Tokyo City TV was warm and enthusiastic.

Someone brewed fresh coffee, someone bought rice balls and bread from the convenience store. Everyone sat in a circle, eating a simple late-night snack while excitedly discussing future plans.

"Mr. Shimazu, after you take office, what is the first thing you're going to do?" Hashimoto Ichiro asked curiously.

Shimazu Yoshihiro thought for a moment and answered: "The first thing is to push the youth employment support policy. I will implement the youth entrepreneurship fund as soon as possible, provide subsidies to small and medium enterprises, and encourage them to hire fresh graduates to solve the employment difficulties of young people."

"That's wonderful!" Asano Takata smiled and said. "Those unemployed youths I interviewed before finally have hope!"

"And the affordable housing policy," Shimazu Yoshihiro continued. "I will accelerate the construction progress of affordable housing, control the excessively rapid rise in housing prices, so that ordinary people can afford to buy and live in a house."

Takada Toshihide nodded: "This policy is too important! The current housing prices are simply too high, and the pressure on young people is too enormous. Only by solving the housing problem can everyone work and live with peace of mind."

Watching the crowd engaged in heated discussion, Nohara Hiroshi's face broke into a gratified smile.

He knew that Shimazu Yoshihiro taking office was not just a victory in an election, but also a new beginning.

Tokyo City was about to throw off the troubles of the real estate bubble and march toward the path of economic diversification and happiness in people's livelihood.

"Former President Shimazu," Nohara Hiroshi spoke up. "Aside from employment and housing, support for the cultural industry and traditional handcrafts cannot be neglected either. 'A Bite of Neon' has stimulated quite a bit of local economy;

we can take this as an opportunity to further propel city revitalization through culture, letting traditional handcrafts gain new life while simultaneously creating more employment positions."

"Hiroshi-kun is absolutely right!"

Shimazu Yoshihiro hastily nodded. "I was thinking the exact same thing. Once I take office, I will establish a specialized cultural industry support department and increase support for traditional handcrafts and cultural start-ups. When the time comes, I'll still need Hiroshi-kun's help and guidance."

"Glad to be of service," Nohara Hiroshi replied with a smile.

Kurosawa Eiji took a sip of coffee, his tone deeply moved: "To think that at my age, I would still be able to witness such a transformation. There's hope for the future of Tokyo City."

Looking out at the sky gradually grown bright, Sakata Nobuhiko said: "It's almost dawn. A new day, a new beginning. After the voting ends tomorrow, we can officially declare victory."

The crowd turned to look out the window. A fish-belly white had appeared on the horizon, and the golden sunlight shone through the cloud layers, illuminating the silhouette of Tokyo City.

A new day was truly about to arrive.

"To the future of Tokyo City, cheers!" Shimazu Yoshihiro raised his coffee cup to the crowd.

"Cheers!"

Everyone raised their coffee cups, the clinking sound crisp and pleasant, echoing through the headquarters.

Although the coffee contained no alcohol, an intoxicating smile was on everyone's faces.

Exhaustion had long been replaced by excitement and joy. Everyone's heart was filled with expectations for the future.

They knew this victory did not come easily, and the road ahead would not be completely smooth, but they were confident that under Shimazu Yoshihiro's leadership and aided by Nohara Hiroshi's counsel, they could definitely overcome difficulties and make Tokyo City even better.

Looking at the excited crowd around him, looking at the rising sunrise outside the window, Nohara Hiroshi's heart was also filled with determination.

He knew that his transmigrating into this world was not just to realize his own film and television dreams, but more importantly, to witness and participate in this transformation. The downfall of Tanaka Mikami and the rise of Shimazu Yoshihiro was just a beginning.

Moving forward, he would continue to use his camera lens and wisdom to document Tokyo City's transition and rebirth, lighting a lamp of hope for Japan amidst the impending economic storm.

It was a new day, and the sunlight was just right.

The citizens of Tokyo City were about to welcome an election that would change the city's future.

And Nohara Hiroshi and his team were fully prepared, ready to welcome the victory that belonged to them, ready to welcome a far more beautiful future.

It was also his—Nohara Hiroshi's—beautiful future!

The economic bubble was about to burst.

He.

Was fully prepared!