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

Chapter 95: Bureau Chief Sakata's Banquet! Matsumoto Keiko's Curiosity.

After Nohara Hiroshi finished dealing with these harassers, he then carried his briefcase, returning inside the apartment holding his beloved.

"I'm back!"

"Welcome back!"

Accompanied by a gust of fragrant wind, a pretty silhouette then pounced over like a baby swallow throwing itself into the forest.

Misae's body was still tied with that apron printed with a cute little bear pattern, upon the tips of her hair stained with a few drops of crystal clear water drops, upon that pretty face always carrying somewhat of charming naivety, at this moment yet hung a smear of complaint both helpless and also sweet.

"Hiroshi-kun, you've finally returned!"

She stretched out a slender index finger, lightly tapping onto Nohara Hiroshi's chest, inside those pair of watery large eyes, written full of helpless coy reproach: "You don't know, today how many guests came to the house! The phone is almost about to be beaten to explosion! Holding some saying coming from Nagoya, holding some saying coming from Osaka, also possessing one from Fukuoka, speaking with a very heavy accent, I listened for a long while before comprehending, all are looking for you!"

While she spoke, while standing on her tiptoes, helping him undo the buttons at the collar, that posture, exactly like a conscientious and responsible little wife.

Extremely virtuous!

Nohara Hiroshi looking at that cute appearance of hers, inside his heart was a patch of softness, smilingly embracing her into his embrace, lightly printing a kiss upon that smooth forehead of hers."You've worked hard, my Mrs. Nohara."

"Hmph, at least you know." Misae pouted, but that smear of sweet smile at the bottom of her eyes yet no matter what couldn't be hidden.

She pulled his hand, pressing him down sitting before the dining table, subsequently like a little squirrel offering treasures, offering treasures alike carrying out several ordinary home-cooked dishes from inside the kitchen.

Lacking French baked escargot, lacking melt-in-the-mouth Saga Wagyu.

Only possessing a plate of Tamagoyaki having just been simmered using rich broth, a bowl of refreshing side dish coldly tossed using fresh dried small fish and grated radish, as well as a pot of meat and potato stew still emitting rising hot steam, radiating dense rich sauce aroma.

Very ordinary, very home-cooked.

But that smell mixing soy sauce, mirin and the aroma of the food itself, yet exactly like a pair of the most gentle hands, instantly smoothing out the exhaustion of Nohara Hiroshi rushing about outside for an entire day.

This, is exactly the flavor of home.

Wine sufficient food satiated, also after experiencing a lively and vigorous sports exercise, the two snuggled upon the tiny sofa, watching the boring variety show broadcasting inside the television, enjoying this portion of tranquility uniquely belonging to them.

Misae like a lazy kitten, rested her small head upon his leg, holding a copy of a fashion magazine inside her hand, lackadaisically pretending to flip through it, those pair of beautiful large eyes, yet from time to time secretly threw glances towards him, inside the gaze exactly like possessing a patch of lake filled completely with starlight.

Just now she was extremely beautiful indeed.

Right now also amidst the afterglow.

Especially seeing young and handsome, and also possessing capabilities Nohara Hiroshi, exactly is her own boyfriend, future husband.

Misae exactly possessed a kind of unreal illusory sensation.

As if it is exactly a life thief.

Stolen... the beautiful life not belonging to oneself that kind of feeling.

"Hehe." Misae whose true age is barely 17 years old snickered laughing out a sound.

"Little gluttonous cat, is this you being gluttonous again?" Nohara Hiroshi stretched out his hand, forcefully pulling her into his embrace, chin resting upon that top of her hair radiating the clear fragrance of shampoo, inside his heart yet pondering about matters weighing on his mind.

Exactly is the bubble economy associated with those three harassers just now, as well as matters regarding whether he himself can walk out of the vortex.

He yet possesses a 60 square meter apartment rewarded by TV Tokyo indeed!

"House..." He softly muttered to himself.

At the eve of this bubble economy impending to be mercilessly punctured, an apartment situated within the urban area of Tokyo, rather than saying it is an asset, it is better to say it is a time bomb impending to detonate.

Enduring for another two or three years, waiting until wailing everywhere, housing prices plummeting to be cheaper than paper, he completely possesses the opportunities, using one-tenth of the current price, even one-hundredth of the price, to go buy a house bigger, better, and also possessing a courtyard than right now.

"Ah, speaking of the house!"

Misae resting inside his embrace seemed like some switch was triggered, violently sitting her body straight, inside those pair of sparkling large eyes, sparkling with rays of excitement: "Hiroshi-kun, I went over to the agency side to ask today! That apartment of ours at Setagaya Ward, has already been listed oh!"

She counted with those slender fingers of hers, exactly like a little money grubber, reporting with a face full of self-satisfaction:

"That uncle of the agency said, the location of that house of ours is good, also is a reward from the television station, reputation resounding, a whole lot of people are rushing wanting it indeed! He said, according to the current market price of 380 thousand Yen per square meter, that 40 square meter small apartment of ours, at least can be sold for over twenty million Yen indeed!"

Over twenty million!

This number caused Misae's eyes to all transform into symbols of money, she cupped her face with both hands, upon that tiny face written full of longing towards the future: "Hiroshi-kun, are we truly going to sell it? That is over twenty million worth of house sigh! If sold it's also too much of a pity right?"

"Fool."

Nohara Hiroshi looking at that cute appearance of hers blinded by greed, couldn't resist smilingly pinching her nose: "The house is dead (fixed), money is exactly alive (flexible). Listen to me, if someone offers a price, as long as it's not lower than twenty million, then exactly sell it as quickly as possible. The cash obtained in hand, one portion save it up, another portion, we go exchange it into gold."

"Exchange into gold?" Inside that simple little brain of Misae, instantly filled with countless question marks.

"En." Nohara Hiroshi nodded his head, yet didn't explain excessively.

He exactly absolutely couldn't tell her, in less than two years, the Yen will experience an unprecedented massive dive, while gold, will become the firmest hard currency in this world right?

"Listen to me, definitely won't be wrong." He merely utilized a kind of unquestionable gentleness, rubbing her hair.

"Oh... alright right." Although Misae was still somewhat puzzled, but towards this omnipotent man of her own family, she had already nurtured a kind of trust almost bordering on blind long ago.

She obediently nodded her head, exactly like a kitten whose fur was smoothed out by its master, snuggling back into his embrace anew.

Only, after a little while, she exactly like recalling something again, inside those pair of beautiful large eyes, once again surfaced a trace of expectation.

"That... Hiroshi-kun." Her voice was soft exactly like a mosquito, carrying somewhat of probing: "Wait until the house is sold, am I... exactly capable of going out to work then? I don't want to always stay at home嘛, feeling myself to be so useless oh."

"Wait another two years." Nohara Hiroshi answered almost entirely without thinking.

He of course cannot tell her, two years later, economic crisis erupts, countless enterprises go bankrupt, unemployment rate soars, by then, a stable job, will exactly become far more precious than gold.

He didn't want to let her go experience that portion of labor pains belonging to the era.

He only wanted to let her, forever like this, carefree without worries, being a Mrs. Nohara only needing to be responsible for looking beautiful like a flower.

"Oh..." Misae pouted, although possessing somewhat of tiny disappointment, yet also didn't persist anymore.

'Beep! Beep beep!'

Right at this moment, a burst of rapid electronic notification sound, rang out from the Pager Nohara Hiroshi placed upon the tea table, shattering this patch of warm tranquility.

He picked up that tiny black square block, taking a glance at the unfamiliar number displayed upon the screen and that line of brief message, those pair of eyes always carrying somewhat of smiling expression, instantly slightly narrowing: "Hm? This is!?"

【Nohara-kun, I am Bureau Chief Sakata. Asumi gave me your number. If possessing leisure time, could you come over to Ginza 'Kikugero' for a chat?】

Bureau Chief Sakata?

Bureau Chief Sakata!

Inside Nohara Hiroshi's mind instantly flashed past the weight represented by this name.

Sakata Nobuhiko, TV Tokyo Production Bureau Chief, concurrently serving as the Executive Deputy Station Chief of the television station.

In this country where the Station Chief is merely assigned by the government, leaning more towards a political official, this Executive Deputy Station Chief grasping the actual power of the Production Bureau, in a certain sense, is exactly the entire TV Tokyo's, true, whose words carry absolute authority local emperor!

This kind of apex major figure ordinarily only existing inside legends, actually... would personally send a page to him?

Nohara Hiroshi didn't reply immediately, he picked up the phone upon the desk, dialing that number he was already thoroughly familiar with long ago.

"Hello, Deputy Bureau Chief Asumi, it's me."

"Hahaha! Hiroshi-kun! You finally called!" On the other end of the phone, transmitted Asumi's hearty laughter full of uncontrollable, feeling proud and exhilarated: "Don't hesitate! Quickly come! Bureau Chief Sakata is in a good mood today, chatted regarding your 『Tales of the Unusual』 and 『Yamishibai True Season Three』, naming specifically wanting to see you this young major genius indeed!"

That excitement and pride inside the tone, simply going to overflow the receiver.

After all whoever all knows, Nohara Hiroshi is his person, is the star of tomorrow of their Kanto Faction.

Right now Bureau Chief Sakata actually went so far as to invite Nohara Hiroshi over.

Then doesn't that exactly represent the star of tomorrow of their Kanto Faction, actually all received the recognition of this Bureau Chief Sakata?

"I comprehend."

Hanging up the phone, Nohara Hiroshi turned his head around, looking at that girl currently utilizing a kind of gaze carrying somewhat of curiosity and worry looking at himself, upon the face surfacing a gentle smile anew.

"Matter concerning work, an extremely important gathering, I must go make a trip."

"En, then you quickly go right, don't let the leader wait anxiously." Misae obediently nodded her head, standing up fetching the outerwear for him.

...

Ginza, Kikugero.

This top-tier private club only existing inside legends, said to hold even a single napkin being more expensive than the daily wage of an ordinary salaryman, at this moment is currently brightly lit.

When Nohara Hiroshi personally guided by that club manager wearing a high-end customized kimono, possessing a graceful posture, pushed open that heavy private room door carved uniformly from an entire piece of Phoebe zhennan wood, a gust mixing the mellowness of top-tier cigars, the crisp sweetness of aged whiskey, as well as... belonging to the apex of power, suffocating unique aura, then pounced head-on.

Beside the massive circular mahogany dining table silhouettes were numerous.

The number of people approached twenty.

Nohara Hiroshi's peripheral vision swept past, discovering every single person present, were all major figures of the film and television circles inside TV Tokyo, and even the entire Neon television circles, whose stomping of a foot could exactly trigger a minor earthquake.

At the main seat, sitting was exactly that legendary Production Bureau Chief, Sakata Nobuhiko.

He looked to be roughly early fifties, stature slightly fat, upon his face always hanging a set of amiable Maitreya Buddha-like smile, but inside those pair of occasionally narrowed eyes, yet sparkled sharp shrewd light belonging to those in upper positions.

To his left and right, were respectively Kanto Faction's Deputy Bureau Chief Asumi, and Tokyo Faction's Executive Deputy Bureau Chief, Takada Toshihide.

Going further down, exactly were several Level 1 Directors who ordinarily see the head of the divine dragon but not the tail, and several Level 2 Directors holding the most vigorous momentum inside the Production Bureau nowadays.

Matsumoto Keiko was impressively ranked among them.

Inside the entire private room, cups and glasses intertwining, laughter and joyful words, the atmosphere seemingly harmonious, in reality entirely distinctly divided.

With Asumi and Kurosawa Eiji taking the lead for the Kanto Faction, and with Takada Toshihide and Matsumoto Keiko taking the lead for the Tokyo Faction, respectively occupying half of the territories, that invisible standpoint and aura, violently colliding within the air, stirring up ripples after ripples of invisible rings.

While inside this top-tier meal gathering capable of being called deities fighting, the appearance of Nohara Hiroshi, this person who isn't even a Level 3 Director, merely exactly a Level 4 Director hanging the title of "Special Production Team Section Chief", appeared so abrupt, so... out of place.

"Hm? Who is this brat?"

A Level 2 Director drinking to the point of flushed red face, sporting a shiny Mediterranean hairstyle, named Sato Takashi, was the first to furrow his brows.

Because it was dim he didn't see clearly who it was, merely felt it was a young man.

He shot a sidelong glance, utilizing a kind full of smell of alcohol, entirely undisguised crude tone, speaking towards a long-faced companion also possessing drunken sleepy eyes beside him: "Here is exactly the core meeting of our Production Bureau, how come any random cats and dogs can exactly mix their way in?"

"Who knows." That long-faced Level 2 Director Tanaka Ken curled his lips, inside his voice full of sour jealousy: "Estimating exactly is Asumi that old fellow, wanting to promote the newcomers of his own faction, deliberately bringing over to see the world right. Hmph, nowadays young people, truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth, thinking filming a single or two programs possessing passable viewership ratings, exactly capable of reaching the sky in a single bound."

Perhaps they also saw clearly who it was, also guessed who it was.

But how could people of the Tokyo Faction possibly admit it?

Their voices weren't loud, yet exactly sufficient to allow every single person present to hear completely crystal clear.

That discussion full of contempt and disdain, like two invisible needles, accurately, piercing towards that young man having just stepped into this vanity fair.

However Nohara Hiroshi yet seemingly didn't hear it at all.

The expression upon his face lacked the slightest change, merely peacefully, facing Sakata Nobuhiko at the main seat, performing a standard bowing etiquette.

"Bureau Chief Sakata, various seniors, good evening. This junior Nohara Hiroshi, am late, please forgive me."

That posture was neither humble nor arrogant, composed and proper.

Bearing dignified and imposing.

"Hahaha! Not late not late! Arriving exactly on time!"

Before Sakata Nobuhiko could even open his mouth, Asumi already like an old hen protecting its calf, was the first to stand up, he rapidly walked to beside Nohara Hiroshi, enthusiastically wrapping his arm around his shoulder, bringing him beside his own seat.

"Come come come, Hiroshi-kun, let me introduce to you."

He pointed at that smilingly fatty at the main seat, inside his tone full of pride originating from the bottom of his heart: "This person, exactly is the patriarch of our Production Bureau, Bureau Chief Sakata Nobuhiko."

"Bureau Chief, this person, exactly is the one I've mentioned to you numerous times, of our Kanto Faction, no, is of our entire TV Tokyo, the future, extremely talented... Nohara Hiroshi!"

Kurosawa Eiji also put down the wine cup inside his hand at this time, inside his eyes carrying somewhat of a senior's appreciation towards a junior, facing Sakata Nobuhiko, loudly laughed saying: "Bureau Chief Sakata, I this old fellow can guarantee, the future of this young man, is limitless."

"Oh?"

Inside those narrowed eyes of Sakata Nobuhiko, flashed past a trace of difficult to perceive shrewd light.

He had seen Nohara Hiroshi's information.

Also knew his talents.

But he didn't expect, Asumi under his own hands and the Level 1 Director Kurosawa Eiji he himself ordinarily always respected very much from before, towards this young man actually so protective and valuing, indeed causing him to be curious as well.

Sakata Nobuhiko up and down, carefully sizing up this young man before his eyes.

Handsome, tall and straight, temperament composed, gaze clear, facing this group of major figures sufficient to decide his future fate, upon the face lacking the slightest nervousness and fawning, only possessing a patch of calm and indifferent composure.

What a fine young man.

Sakata Nobuhiko secretly praised a sound inside his heart, that amiable smile upon his face becoming increasingly brilliant.

"Hahaha! Good! What a limitless future!"

He lifted the wine cup, facing Nohara Hiroshi, raising a toast from afar, that voice resounding, full of the appreciation of those in upper positions: "Nohara-kun, your 『Tales of the Unusual』, I watched it. Filmed very well! Extremely well! Not merely the viewership rating, even more importantly is, it exactly for our TV Tokyo, for our entire Neon television circles, all opened up a brand new, domain full of possibilities!"

"Also your 『Yamishibai True Season Three』, receiving orders in a crisis, turning the tide, this portion of taking charge, this portion of capability, even more so caused me this person acting as a senior, to all feel ashamed ah!"

"You, exactly for our TV Tokyo, earned a heaven-sized face! This cup of wine, I toast you!"

After he finished speaking, then exactly drank that expensive Sake inside the cup, clean in one gulp, that posture, forthright, and also allowing no room for interference.

This spiel, this posture, exactly like a depth charge, ruthlessly smashing onto the hearts of all Tokyo Faction members present!

That gloomy face of Takada Toshihide, instantly blackened another three degrees.

Those two Level 2 Directors exactly still speaking sarcastic remarks just now, even more so exactly like being deadly choked by an invisible hand at the throat, that flushed red face, stifled exactly like two completely cooked pig livers.

While that "Goddess of Romance Dramas" always quietly sitting at the corner, seemingly remaining aloof from the affair, Matsumoto Keiko, at this moment also finally slowly raised her head.

Inside those pair of eyes carrying somewhat of exhaustion and arrogance, towards that young man surrounded by everyone, revealed a trace of curiosity.

"This is exactly the director of 『Tales of the Unusual』 right?"

Matsumoto Keiko looking at that young man under the praises capable of being called the highest commendation from Bureau Chief Sakata, still merely peacefully smiling, neither anxious nor restless lifting the wine cup, composedly returning the toast, was astonished by his youth.

Seemingly exactly exactly early twenties.

Inside Matsumoto Keiko's heart, actually uncontrollably, popped out an idea even she herself felt to be absurd.

Perhaps...

This seemingly peaceful evening, will be exactly TV Tokyo, and even the entire Neon film and television circles, a brand new era, quietly lifting open its... curtains.

And that young man stirring up the entire wind and clouds, perhaps, exactly is this era's, main character.

Matsumoto Keiko looking at Nohara Hiroshi, upon that face always full of pride, surfacing a smear of belonging to perfectly matched opponents... excitement, that even she herself had yet to perceive.

"Somewhat interesting." She muttered to herself, lifting that cup of expensive red wine before her, lightly swirling it.