godfather of tokyo entertainment

That night, the tenth episode of "Long Vacation" was broadcast.

Ohno Nagaharu originally planned to invite friends to have a drink. There is a particularly cute girl. Ohno Nagaharu has been in contact with her for nearly a month. If nothing else, he will be able to successfully hit base tonight.

But I didn't expect that the girl would go home after eight o'clock, saying she wanted to go back and watch "The Long Vacation".

Ohno Nagaharu was a little depressed, so he bought a large bag of beer and went home. He also turned on the TV and watched while drinking.

Soon, the episode ended.

Ohno Nagaharu threw the empty beer can out as if to vent his anger, and hit the TV with a crisp sound.

"It's so boring...life..."

Ohno Nagaharu suddenly said such a sentence, and after finishing speaking, he lay down on the floor.

He fell asleep for a while under the influence of alcohol, and woke up after a while. It seemed that it was three o'clock in the middle of the night, he was not drunk at all, and could not sleep. He looked out the window at the dark night sky, and suddenly wanted to go out for a walk.

Ono Nagaharu walked out of the room and wandered through the streets of Tokyo. There were still scattered passers-by on the road, drunk and wandering on the road.

"Japan needs reform, it needs to change from bottom to top! It's not about relying on a big country, it's about finding its own way!"

Vaguely, Ohno Nagaharu heard a voice, so he turned around and saw a man in a gray suit standing on the street, speaking passionately to the empty road.

Ohno Nagaharu walked over, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth. He put it in his pocket with one hand and puffed away the cigarette with the other hand.

"Since 1991, Japan's economy has started to go downhill, but this is just the beginning... the economic environment will become increasingly worse... the citizens... should be... well prepared... for the challenge...

"

The man giving the speech suddenly had his tongue tied, and his eyes looked at Ohno Nagaharu who was standing aside intentionally or unintentionally.

"The way out for Japan...is not in the United States...In the eyes of Americans...we are domestic animals..."

The man looked extremely nervous. Ohno Nagaharu looked at him strangely. Didn't he speak quite well just now? Why did he suddenly not be able to speak at all?

The man's face turned red, his voice became softer and quieter, and he gradually looked like he couldn't even breathe.

Ohno Nagaharu walked over in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." The man looked at the cigarette in Ono Nagaji's mouth, swallowed, and asked, "Sir, can you give me a cigarette?"

Ohno Nagaharu took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette from it, handed it to the other person, and helped the other person light the fire. The two stood on the street and smoked. Between the two lights, white mist gathered in the night.

"I think what you said is quite good, why don't you continue?"

"I...I will get very nervous if there are too many people."

"Are there many people?" Ohno Nagaharu looked back and saw that he was the only one around. He suddenly got goosebumps all over his body. "What are you talking about? Is there anyone else here? Isn't it just me?"

"One person is already a lot to me." The man sighed, "When I give a speech, I get so nervous when I see other people that I can't speak."

"Master, what do you do?"

"Oh." The man took out his business card and handed it to Ohno Nagaharu, "I hope you will support me and vote for me. I am a member of the Fair Progress Party and I am running for parliament recently. Our party will definitely lead Japan to glory."

I have never heard of such a pheasant party... Ono Nagaharu sneered. He took the other party's business card and almost laughed out loud after taking a look at it.

I saw my name written in the center of the other party's business card, and above the name were three bold characters: Politician.

But he suddenly thought of someone, so he suppressed his smile.

Didn't that guy call himself a writer back then when he was broke?

"Speeches should be given during the day. Where will there be people at night?" Ohno Nagaharu said as he stuffed his business card into his pocket.

"If there are too many people, I will be nervous and say no.

That's why I thought of practicing on the streets late at night." The man said with a frown.

"Then how can you win votes like this? As a person who is so nervous that he can't even speak in front of the people, how can the people believe your campaign promises?" Ohno Nagaharu smiled, "Can you be considered a politician like this?"

The man lowered his head in shame: "I know this is outrageous, so I stay up every night to practice. I just hope that one day I can express my political opinions naturally and fluently in front of everyone."

"What is your claim?"

"My proposal is... let Japan... get rid of... the United States..."

"Forget it, forget it." Ohno Nagaharu waved his hand impatiently, "You are not suitable to be a politician at all. Even if it is a ridiculous lie, you must be able to tell it without changing your expression. This is the basic quality of a politician.

, how can you be a politician like this?"

"People don't need lies."

"The people don't need the truth." Ohno Nagaharu sneered, "Maybe you don't have the talent to be a politician at all. If you continue like this, you will just waste your time. Now that the economy is not good, I advise you to find another way to find a suitable job.

I work to support my life. My bookstore is near Ueno Park, called Ohno Bookstore. Before you find a formal job, you can come to my bookstore as a librarian. I don’t know if you know one thing, librarian,

It’s a very promising career.”

Ohno Nagaharu took a long puff of cigarette and then threw the cigarette butt on the ground. However, he felt that this was not very civilized, so he picked up the cigarette butt again and stuffed it into the sewer.

Fortunately, the cigarette butts did not ignite the sewage gas in the sewer. Ono Nagaji stood up and was about to leave.

"I will definitely become a member of Parliament! If it doesn't work in one year, then two years! If it doesn't work in two years, then four years!" Looking at Ohno Nagaharu's retreating back, the man in a gray suit suddenly roared.

"If the people in Tokyo don't agree with my idea, I will go all over Kanto; if the people in Kanto don't agree with my idea, I will go to Osaka; if the people in Osaka don't agree with my idea, I will go all over the world.

Kansai!」

"I am bankrupt because incompetent politicians made wrong decisions, so I must become a politician to save this society!"

"My ideal will never die!"

Ono Nagaji covered his ears, and the man roared at the top of his lungs, but he only felt that the other person was noisy.

But what this man said just now seemed familiar to him, as if he had heard it somewhere.

It was getting dark now, and Ohno Nagaharu was too lazy to go home, so he went directly to Ohno Bookstore, took out the key from his pocket, opened the rolling shutter, turned on all the lights in the store, and sat in front of the counter bored.

A huge feeling of emptiness surrounded him.

He seemed to want to do something, but didn't know what to do at this time.

"My ideal will never die!"

The roar of the man just now seemed to ring in Ohno Nagaharu's ears again. He was startled and looked at the bookshelf not far away. Suddenly he could see a young figure arranging books in front of the bookcase.

A conversation from a year ago appeared in his mind.

"Fujiwara-kun, how many publishing houses have you worked for now?"

"Three families."

"Are you really going to ask everyone?"

"Of course, there are so many publishing houses in Tokyo, and I will go to every one. If it doesn't work once, I will go there twice. If the publishing house in Tokyo is not discerning, I will go all over Kanto. I heard that there is one in Gunma, too.

A good publishing house. If Kanto doesn't work, I will go to Kansai. Osaka's cultural industry should not be underestimated. If Japan as a whole doesn't want to see me, I will consider writing a second book and repeat the above process again.

.”

Excluding the socially awkward person he met on the street today, Ono Nagaharu knew three people who were extremely persistent in their dreams.

The first one is Kei Fujiwara, but this guy is really talented. He realized his dream and became a well-known writer and screenwriter.

The second one is Kono Aoi. She originally followed herself on a difficult road, but

This is the path she chose herself. She wants to become an actor, and now she is on the road to becoming an actor more and more smoothly.

As for the third one...

Ohno Nagaharu slowly turned his head and looked at a mirror not far away, and what appeared in the mirror was himself with a look of decadence on his face.

I was hurt by alcohol and sex... From today on, I will quit drinking!

Ohno Nagaharu suddenly stood up and ran out of the bookstore like crazy, mumbling something as he ran.

"My ideal will never die...my ideal will never die..."

He ran all the way home, dove into his room, and pulled out a heavy wooden box covered with a layer of dust from under the bed.

Ohno Nagaharu opened the wooden box, which contained his camera and countless films.

Ohno Nagaharu looked at the things inside, and the scenes in his memory kept flashing in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.

I think I was fascinated by the wonderful world on the big screen when I watched the movie for the first time.

I remember the first time I fell in love and was touched by the plot in the movie theater and burst into tears.

I remember how much I couldn’t put it down when I got my first camera.

I remember when I was shooting my first movie in my life, I faced the scorching sun just to capture the scene I wanted.

Think back to the beginning...

Ohno Nagaharu's eyes became hot and a tear fell down.

"Yes, my dream will never die." Ohno Nagaharu murmured, tears suddenly bursting out like a bursting dam.