novelraw Chapter 99: The Concept of Nationwide Participation! The Shock of "Kasou Taishou"!
Chapter 99: The Concept of Nationwide Participation! The Shock of "Kasou Taishou"!
"Then, tell me, do you, still possess the qualifications, to stand here, speaking with me."
Nohara Hiroshi faintly spat out this sentence.
This sentence was very light, yet also heavy as Mount Tai, every single word exactly like an invisible massive hammer, ruthlessly smashing upon that already collapsed psychological defense of Tanaka Kei, thoroughly grinding that pitiful, sole remaining self-esteem of his, into fine powder.
Towards this kind of guy already thoroughly losing confidence, exactly needs to be a bit ruthless, using severe illness medicine to treat him.
Must give his spirit a stimulation.
Thereupon Tanaka Kei blankly looked at this young man before his eyes, those pair of peaceful eyes, like two ancient wells with bottomless depths, unable to reflect his current miserable state, yet as if capable of entirely sucking that entire rotting soul of his inside.
Qualifications?
What qualifications does he still possess?
An abandoned failure by the times, a living dead person having even given up on himself, a... piece of trash feeling standing inside this office full of vitality and hope exactly is tarnishing this holy land.
"Heh..." Corners of Tanaka Kei's mouth, hooking up a smear of self-mocking arc, looking even uglier than crying. He was even too lazy to refute, also too lazy to produce any emotions anew.
Nothing is more sorrowful than a dead heart.
But that bit of past history of being a variety show Level 2 Director, still caused him to feel somewhat unwilling.
Especially this young man before his eyes.
Truly excessively young young man.
Looking roughly exactly early twenties, a young man hardly possessing much difference in age compared to his own son, actually speaking out such impolite words so unceremoniously towards himself.
Tanaka Kei indeed wanted to take a look at this variety show project.
Thereupon Tanaka Kei stretched out those pair of hands slightly trembling due to long-term heavy drinking, exactly like a walking dead, mechanically, picking up that thin file exactly as if carrying his final judgment upon the desk.
He didn't even go look at that young man's face, merely landing his gaze, upon that pure white cover.
Upon it, utilizing a unique artistic font full of childlike innocence and demonic nature he had never seen before, writing several massive words exactly as if jumping about.
——"Kasou Taishou".
"... Sensationalism."
Tanaka Kei emitted a dry, light snort full of disdain from his throat.
What is this considered as?
Children's scribbles?
He carrying a kind of examination almost bordering on numbness, flipped open the first page.
Then, his pupils exactly violently shrunk.
"Hm!?"
Inside those pair of eyes already eroded exactly like stagnant water by alcohol and despair long ago, for the first time, rippled a trace of weak waves exactly like a flickering candle in the wind.
[Program Core: Creativity, originates from life, originates from all nationals.]
[Program Concept: We don't need stars, because every single ordinary person, all capable of being the most shining star inside their own lives.]
[Program Format: Zero threshold, nationwide participation, live-action mimicry show.]
These few lines of words, exactly like several streaks of weak electrical currents, instantly penetrating those already numb nerves of his.
Zero threshold nationwide participation's live-action mimicry show program?
What is this?
He subconsciously continued to look downward.
Upon that, perfectly lacking gorgeous rhetoric, perfectly lacking hollow theories, only possessing one by one utilizing the most concise language, and the most intuitive simple drawings, outlining, concrete, executable creativities full of unconstrained imaginations.
[Creative Example One: Bowling.]
[Props: Black background cloth, black tights, white gloves.]
[Performers: One person.]
[Presentation Method: Performer's entire body enveloped in black tights, turning into a single entity with the black background. Only hands wearing white gloves, crystal clear visible underneath the lighting. One hand curling into a spherical shape, rolling on the ground, the other hand then stretching out five fingers, mimicking the bowling pins scattering flying apart after being struck...]
Moreover behind also drew several simple short manga, exactly just right describing this segment of text out, exactly as if being illustrations.
Allowing people at a single glance to precisely see what meaning this is.
Vivid and concrete!
'Boom!'
Tanaka Kei's brain, exactly as if being ruthlessly chopped by a streak of shocking thunder!
That professional brain belonging to a variety show director having already stopped rotating long ago, at this moment, actually uncontrollably commenced crazily rotating!
Before his eyes, instantly exactly surfaced that concrete picture—— on the pitch-black stage, two white gloves, exactly like elves being endowed with life, performing a pantomime full of interestingness and visual impacts!
This... this is simply...
His breathing stagnated, inside those dead fish-like eyes, for the first time, erupted out a trace of almost bordering on greedy, scorching hot radiance belonging to creators!
He unable to wait, flipped open the next page.
[Creative Example Two: Pouring Beer.]
[Props: Yellow and white tights numerous, large transparent glass cup props.]
[Performers: Multiple people.]
[Presentation Method: Several performers wearing yellow tights, exactly like liquid, "flowing into" a massive glass cup from a high place. Subsequently, several performers wearing white tights, slowly rising from beneath, utilizing the rise and fall of bodies, mimicking that constantly rising, white foam full of dense texture of beer...]
"Boom——!"
Tanaka Kei felt his own crown of the head, exactly as if being forcefully flipped open by a gust of invisible power!
That thinking of his already eroded exactly like a swamp by failure and alcohol long ago, at this moment, was thoroughly, washed entirely clean by a monstrous torrent named 'Creativity'!
He exactly like a dying of thirst traveler inside a desert, violently discovering a patch of oasis, starting to disregard everything, crazily, swallowing that sweet spring sufficient to save his soul!
He flipped through reading page after page, those hollow eyes, opening wider and wider, opening brighter and brighter, ultimately, ignited two masses of, raging blazes sufficient to start a prairie fire!
He saw it, that whimsical idea merely utilizing the simplest bedsheets and electric fans, then capable of mimicking that classic moment of Marilyn Monroe!
He saw it, that astonishing conception merely utilizing the stacking of human bodies and the lightings' brightness and darkness, then capable of presenting a grand fireworks gala!
He even saw it, that brilliant creativity full of black humor, merely utilizing the limbs of several people, then capable of perfectly restoring a typewriter currently working!
This... where is this some variety show project?!
This is distinctly an unexcavated gold mine, hoarding infinite treasures!
No!
This fundamentally is exactly a... god-tier secret ultimate manual, sufficient to subvert the existing layout of the entire Neon variety show circles!
However, when he flipped to that exhaustive planning regarding the program's competition format and promotional models, that heart of his originally exactly beating violently due to extreme shock, even more so almost directly exploding apart from within the chest cavity!
[Season One: Establish divine status, set up benchmarks.]
[Contestant Origins: Do not adopt audition formats. Entirely selecting professional actors possessing solid acting skills and extremely strong expressiveness (centering upon Kanto Faction internal artists).]
[Goal: Utilize the most professional people, presenting the most perfect performances. In the first season, exactly elevating the creative heights and artistic standards of "Kasou Taishou", to an unreachable peak letting all imitators, only capable of gazing upwards!]
Tanaka Kei's body, violently trembled once.
Upon that face of his looking somewhat swollen due to long-term heavy drinking, all blood color, all in a single instant, faded entirely clean.
He was too clear.
He was too clear how vicious this move is, and also how... brilliant!
This fundamentally isn't making a variety show program!
This is setting up a layout!
An earth-shattering grand layout, treating the entire Kanto Faction's resources as chess pieces, treating the peerless talents of that young man as the chess eye, set up to be capable of strangling all competitors exactly within the cradle!
He seemingly already saw it, when the first season airs, the entire Neon, all will be thoroughly conquered by those miraculous performances presented by those professional actors!
While this brand of "Kasou Taishou", also will exactly at that moment, be directly pushed onto a divine altar, named 'Art' and 'Creativity'!
Arriving at that time, all latecomers attempting to imitate it, all will appear entirely this clumsy, entirely this... laughable before this insurmountable lofty mountain.
However, this is exactly still not the most terrifying.
When his gaze, landed upon that planning concerning Season Two, he felt his own breathing, all thoroughly, stagnated.
[Season Two: Deities preaching, nationwide carnival.]
[Format: Thoroughly open auditions! Across the entire Neon, every single city, establish preliminary audition venues! Every single region, establish final venues!]
[Promotion: In-depth cooperation with various major local regions, broadcasting regional finals entire journeys! Sculpting every single region's representative team, into local heroes! Elevating a simple variety show competition, into a, nationwide holy war betting upon hometown honors!]
[Interaction: Introduce brand new 'Telephone Cheering' and 'SMS Voting' formats! Handing half the final championship deciding power, to professional judges on-site; the other half, then handed to all ordinary audiences across the whole country, guarding before the televisions!]
"Rumble——!"
Tanaka Kei felt his own brain, exactly as if being rotationally bombarded by countless atomic bombs!
That worldview of his belonging to a variety show director, already destroyed by failure long ago, at this moment, was thoroughly, ground into fine powder by this grand blueprint full of kingly dominating aura!
Nationwide participation!
Regional confrontation!
Telephone voting!
This... this is exactly already no longer making a program!
This is constructing a, unprecedented, massive commercial empire capable of firmly tying all民众 of the entire Neon entirely together!
He didn't dare to imagine, once this format succeeds, exactly will erupt out what kind of terrifying energy!
That will no longer be simple viewership ratings!
That will be a massive cultural weapon, sufficient to influence social public opinions, sufficient to leverage local economies, even... sufficient to manipulate the populace's will to a certain degree!
After all in Neon, between regions truly possesses deeply rooted die-hard factional forces.
This possesses intimately inseparable relationships with the enfeoffment of the shogunate era, the feudal lords, clan masters and daimyou left behind by the warring states era of the past.
Between cities and cities possess daimyou, also possessing formerly prestigious families.
Between prefectures and prefectures, also possess clan masters and country masters.
Even between regions and regions, also possessing formerly differently loyal forces.
Going upwards tier by tier.
Arranging downwards layer by layer.
To the extent that between these cities and cities, prefectures and prefectures, regions and regions, the populace also possesses their own local forces.
If truly going to commence telephone voting, commencing pager SMS supporting.
Then local populaces in order to let the teams they support obtain victory, then exactly will commence calling friends and companions conducting popularity voting, starting to perfectly observe the variety show program together in massive groups.
Like this... viewership ratings and audience stickiness... absolutely will reach a terrifying degree!
Truly the kind of nationwide participation!
This is too terrifying!
And that young man conceptualizing out all of this...
Tanaka Kei slowly raised his head.
He looked at that young man entirely from start to finish merely peacefully sitting there, exactly as if having merely casually tossed out a file unable to be more ordinary just now, inside those pair of eyes already stuffed full by shock long ago, all numbness, all despairs, all self-mocking, all exactly at this moment, all like ice and snow quietly melting away.
Substituted by it, is a kind of, most pure... fanaticism originating from the depths of the soul, after witnessing a true miracle!
He finally comprehended.
He finally comprehended, why he himself would fail.
He finally comprehended, why Deputy Bureau Chief Asumi, would hand that team treated as a great humiliation by him, entirely without hesitation, into the hands of this young man.
Because, they fundamentally aren't within the exact same dimension at all.
He, Tanaka Kei, is merely an artisan, bitterly struggling within the old rules.
While this young man before his eyes, he, is a deity, pioneering the rules!
"... I."
Tanaka Kei slowly, from upon that chair, stood up.
That originally waist and back of his looking somewhat stooped due to self-abandonment, at this moment, actually uncontrollably, bit by bit, straightened perfectly.
Inside those dead fish-like eyes of his, that flame having already extinguished long ago, at this moment, was ignited anew by a gust of scalding magma named 'Hope'!
He looked at Nohara Hiroshi, upon that face looking somewhat swollen due to long-term heavy drinking, all decadences had faded entirely clean, substituted by it, is a kind of shamed and embarrassed expression.
Then, underneath the gazes of everyone carrying several fractions of bewilderment and clarity.
He brought both feet together, body taut exactly like a javelin, facing that young man, deeply, deeply, bent down his own waist.
A standard ninety-degree bow, full of respect and submission!
"I'm sorry!"
His voice, no longer hoarse, no longer numb, but rather full of exactly like surviving a disaster, resonant possessing ample breath!
"Section Chief... Nohara!"
"It's me, having eyes but failing to see! It's me, sitting in a well looking at the sky! It's me, utilizing my shallow cognitive understanding, to deliberately measure your manly lofty ambitions!"
"Please you... please give me another chance anew!"
"I, Tanaka Kei, am willing to offer up this exactly already rotting heart of mine for you, for this great work sufficient to alter the era!"
This spiel, spoken forcefully and resonantly, exactly like a resonant bugle horn declaring the death of the old self, the rebirth of the new self, echoing inside this office full of vitality.
Sato Kenji and Yamamoto Takeshi at the side, looking at this scene full of dramatic nature before their eyes, exchanging a glance, both seeing a smear of gratified smile originating from the bottom of the heart, from the other party's eyes.
They know, that formerly inside Kanto TV, fighting shoulder to shoulder with them, that Tanaka Kei full of talents and sharp spirit, he, returned.
No, it's reborn.
Underneath the banner of an even stronger monarch named Nohara Hiroshi, obtained a gorgeous new life, sufficient to let him burn out all light and heat.
While Nohara Hiroshi, looking at this man before his eyes reborn thoroughly remolded, a satisfied smile finally revealed upon his face.
He slowly stood his body up, walking to his front, extending his hand, heavily, patting that still slightly trembling shoulder of his.
"Welcome back to the team, Director Tanaka."
His voice was peaceful, yet carrying a kind of energy sufficient to let stubborn rocks nod their heads.
"Go clean yourself up precisely."
"Then, return and hold a meeting."
"Remember to call upon those elites inside your team, telling them, new battles have commenced."