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

Chapter 75: Morning Communication with Misae! Nohara Hiroshi's Layout!

The morning wind, carrying a trace of last night's unfaded slight intoxication, slipped in from the half-open window, gently brushing past Nohara Hiroshi's cheeks.

He slowly opened his eyes. The slight headache brought by the hangover made him somewhat distressed.

But upon seeing that peaceful and tranquil sleeping face in his embrace, it instantly vanished into thin air like smoke and clouds.

Because inside his embrace was Misae.

Misae was like a lazy kitten, curled up in the crook of his arm, her long eyelashes casting a small patch of shadow under the morning light, her slightly pouting little mouth still carrying a bit of sweetness from her dreams.

Inside Nohara Hiroshi's heart was a patch of softness.

He lowered his head, gently printing a kiss upon that fair forehead.

"Mm~"

Misae in her dreams let out a faint nasal sound like a mosquito, subconsciously rubbing against his embrace, seemingly searching for a more comfortable position. That complete trust and attachment, caused the corners of Nohara Hiroshi's mouth, to uncontrollably hook upwards into an arc of doting love.

He carefully pulled out his arm, getting out of bed with light footsteps.After finishing freshening up, he walked to the doorway, opening that small milk box. Two bottles of glass bottled milk adorned with cute cow patterns, were peacefully lying inside, the morning dew still condensed on the bottles.

Returning to the kitchen, he skillfully stuffed sliced bread into the toaster, setting the timer.

Inside the frying pan, the olive oil emitted faint sizzling sounds under low temperature, the thinly sliced ham slowly curling up in the pan, emitting an enticing meaty aroma.

In another small pot beside it, blanched arugula and nozawana were being simmered in broth, the fresh aroma gradually permeating out.

Nohara Hiroshi's mood was excellent, even having the leisurely mood, to take out the leftover minced meat and minced onion from the fridge from last night, mixing it with eggs, breadcrumbs, and a little bit of black pepper, repeatedly slapping it in his palms, shaping them into round and thick meat patties.

Very quickly, the hamburger patties were pan-fried on both sides until golden brown in the pan. The rich meat juices mixed with the sweet aroma of the onions, like the most domineering invader, instantly occupied every single corner of this small apartment.

"Wow... smells so good..."

Right at this moment, a sweet and sticky voice carrying a bit of laziness and pleasant surprise, transmitted from the kitchen doorway.

Nohara Hiroshi turned his head, and saw Misae rubbing her sleepy eyes, like a gluttonous little kitten awakened by the aroma, cutely twitching her little nose, those watery big eyes, completely written full of the straightforward yearning of 'I'm so hungry'.

"Awake?" Nohara Hiroshi smilingly scooped the last piece of hamburger patty onto a plate, turning around, opening his arms.

Misae immediately threw herself over like a swallow returning to the forest. Her soft and bouncy delicate body tightly pressed against his back, a pair of lotus root-like arms wrapping around his waist, burying her small face in the crook of his neck, satisfyingly rubbing against it.

"Hiroshi-kun, the breakfast you make, is the best smelling scent in the whole world!" Misae praised.

"That's not necessarily true."

Nohara Hiroshi turned around, embracing her into his arms, lowering his head and gently kissing on her little nose tip that was stained with a bit of flour. Within that gaze, carried a bit of teasing only the two of them understood: "I feel, the morning Mrs. Nohara, still smells sweeter and more fragrant."

"Ah! You... you're being improper again!" Misae's face flushed red with a 'whoosh', like a fully ripened apple. She coquettishly hammered his chest once, that force, light like acting spoiled.

After laughing and playing around, the sumptuous breakfast was served onto the dining table.

Golden toast, emerald green vegetables, charred fragrant ham and hamburger patties, paired with two cups of warm milk, simple, yet full of the flavor of home.

"I'm digging in!" Misae pressed her hands together, speaking with a face full of devotion. Subsequently she picked up her knife and fork, taking a small bite of the hamburger patty, sending it into her mouth.

The moment that rich meat juice exploded in her oral cavity, those pretty big eyes of hers instantly narrowed in happiness.

"Mmm——! So delicious!" She praised mumbling indistinctly, her cheeks bulging fully, like a small hamster currently working hard to hoard food.

Nohara Hiroshi looked at that satisfying appearance of hers, his heart entirely peaceful.

"Right, Hiroshi-kun."

Misae swallowed the food in her mouth, suddenly remembering something. Inside those sparkling big eyes, sparkled an excited light: "Yesterday I heard Miss Kitagawa say on the phone, the paperwork for that Setagaya Ward apartment the television station gave you, is already almost completed! When... when are we moving over there? I heard people say, those living in Setagaya Ward, are all truly wealthy Tokyoites!"

Her tone, was full of longing towards the future.

A house belonging to oneself, and still in Tokyo's most famous high-end residential district. To any girl who came from a local small city to struggle here, this is a dream sufficient to make her dizzy with happiness.

However, exceeding her expectations, after Nohara Hiroshi heard this speech, the expression on his face yet did not have the slightest change.

He merely peacefully drank a mouthful of milk, then put down his cup. Within those eyes always carrying a bit of a smile, revealed a trace of profoundness and solemnity inconsistent with his age.

"Misae." He slowly opened his mouth, his voice gentle, yet carrying an earnestness allowing no room for interference: "That house, we aren't moving in."

"Eh?!" Misae froze, those pretty large eyes filled with puzzlement: "Why ah? That's what the television station rewarded to you! Not living in it, would be too much of a waste right?"

"It's not that we aren't living in it, it's that we can't live in it." Nohara Hiroshi looked at that innocent appearance of hers, slightly sighing in his heart.

Of course he couldn't tell her, in less than two years, this nation seemingly blossoming with brocade-like flowers, will usher in an unprecedented economic avalanche. That house viewed by countless people as a lifelong pursuit, when that time comes will turn into a heavy shackle sufficient to crush any middle-class family.

And this apartment provided by the television station, is merely 40 square meters.

Looks extremely expensive.

The location is also good.

However, ultimately within the situation of that pierced bubble resembling a bleeding avalanche, it will thoroughly turn into nothingness.

"Misae, do you feel, Tokyo's housing prices right now, are normal?" He asked gently guiding her patiently.

"Um..." Misae tilted her little head, earnestly thinking: "Seems... it is getting outrageously expensive. I heard the wife next door say, her relative's family bought a small apartment in Adachi Ward, the monthly mortgage alone takes up two-thirds of their salary, and they have to pay for thirty years too!"

"Exactly." Nohara Hiroshi nodded his head, his gaze becoming sharp: "The current housing prices, are like a balloon being blown bigger and bigger. It looks very pretty, but no one knows, when it will 'bang' and explode."

He paused, sketching out an even more enticing blueprint for her.

"Therefore, my idea is, as soon as the paperwork for that house is completed, we will immediately sell it. Taking advantage of the good market conditions now, exchanging it into a solid sum of cash."

"And then?" Misae was already flabbergasted by this 'investment theory' of his that sounded very profound.

"And then, we will use this money, to make more stable investments."

The corners of Nohara Hiroshi's mouth, hooked up a confident arc:

"For example, we can first rent a bigger and more comfortable apartment to live in. The remaining money, a portion saved up, another portion, can be invested into some industries holding more potential. This way, money can breed money. Waiting a few years, when that large balloon of housing prices deflates on its own, we will then use the money in our hands, to buy a bigger, better house, even with a yard, than that one in Setagaya. Isn't that better?"

"Wow——!" Misae's pretty big eyes, already started bubbling pink bubbles.

She looked at this man speaking with assurance before her eyes. On that handsome face, sparkled a light named 'wisdom' and 'foresight', causing that little head of hers, to be thoroughly occupied by the emotion of worship.

"Hiroshi-kun... you... you truly are too amazing!" She cupped her face with both hands, that look resembling looking at an omnipotent deity: "I... I'll listen to you on everything!"

"That's more like it." Nohara Hiroshi nodded satisfyingly, reaching out to dotingly rub her hair.

He looked at that steel forest outside the window. In his heart that chess match he had already deduced countless times, dropped yet another crucial piece.

The popping of the bubble economy, to ordinary people is a disaster, but to a transmigrator clutching the future like him, is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.

He knew, when the economy fell into stagnation, when people's spending power was massively weakened, those cheap entertainment industries capable of providing spiritual comfort, would instead usher in an explosive growth.

Animations, manga, video games...

These things praised in his past life as the "Three Sacred Treasures of the Heisei Otaku", will become the firmest, and also most profitable cultural pillars of this country in the coming decades.

And he, Nohara Hiroshi, what he needs to do, is lay out his plans ahead of time before this grand reshuffling arrives, placing his own chips, steadily onto a future destined to win.

『Yamishibai』 and 『Tales of the Unusual』, are merely his testing the waters in the television broadcasting field.

『YuYu Hakusho』, is his stepping stone in the manga world.

And the next target...

Nohara Hiroshi's gaze, landed on that Nintendo SFC game console newly acquired not long ago, still emitting a brand-new plastic scent, at the corner of the table.

In his mind, flashed past countless names sufficient to make any gamer go crazy for.

『Final Fantasy』, 『Dragon Quest』, 『Pokémon』, 『Resident Evil』...

These peerless godly masterpieces that haven't been born yet, or rather in this parallel Neon world he doesn't even know if they will be born, at this moment, are all like gold mines waiting for him to excavate, peacefully, slumbering deep within his memories.

"Perhaps... there will be an opportunity to step into broader fields."

Nohara Hiroshi lightly smiled in his heart, this thought, like a seed, quietly falling.

Of course, these grand layouts are all still too early.

Right now, he still has more important things to do.

He turned his head, looking at that girl currently taking small bites of her sandwich, her face brimming with pure yearning towards a beautiful future life, his heart completely soft.

He didn't want Misae to worry about anything.

What he wanted, was merely to let her forever be like this, carefree, acting as a cute and adorable Mrs. Nohara who only needs to be responsible for being beautiful as a flower.

Supporting her husband and educating her children, perhaps that is her best destiny.

"Speaking of which..." Nohara Hiroshi's gaze once again looked out the window. That line of sight seemingly pierced through layers upon layers of skyscrapers, landing upon that even more distant land carrying a bit of rustic flavor.

Kasukabe.

That place in another world, which carried the childhood laughter and tears of countless people.

Although it's a bit far from the Tokyo metropolitan area, the housing prices there, in the future, will become incomparably approachable.

The neighbors there, although a bit nosy, yet are also full of human touch.

There, there is also a riverbank allowing him to take leisurely strolls, and a patch of grass allowing him to chase the sunset together with his son.

He calculated the time, the distance to when that little fellow with two thick eyebrows, descends into this world, is still roughly four to five years.

The start of the plot still has close to ten years or so.

Time, is still very abundant.

"No rush, take it slowly."

The corners of Nohara Hiroshi's mouth, hooked up a confident and gentle arc.

He knew, the story belonging to him, belonging to this brand-new Nohara Family, has only just, pulled open its curtain.