godfather of tokyo entertainment
Chapter 124: The Heart of an Old Father
The man suddenly realized.
After a while, Kei Fujiwara and Katsura Arima walked out of the restaurant. They chatted while walking to the parking lot, and then each drove his own car and left in two directions.
Inoue Senzo also became more energetic at this time. He put the handheld device aside and watched the two cars driving in completely different directions. He chuckled: "A trick. Let Houtarou and the others follow Arima Keika's car. We will
With Kei Fujiwara, let’s see where they go.”
Saying this, the jeep started quietly and followed Kei Fujiwara forward carefully.
However, Fujiwara Kei really just drove back to his apartment. Inoue Senzo waited outside the apartment for a while and also received a call from his subordinates, saying that Arima Katsura had also returned to his home.
The two groups of people each waited for a while near the homes of Arima Keika and Fujiwara Kei. Seeing that neither of them had any intention of coming out again, Inoue Senzo sighed and said, "It seems that tonight's work was in vain again."
At this time, the car phone rang, and the person sitting in the passenger seat answered the phone, "Hey, what? Okay, we'll go right away."
After hanging up the phone, the co-pilot's subordinate excitedly said to Inoue Senzo: "Boss, there is another big news. The rumor that Nakamura Masashi cheated on his married woman is true. The two have now gone to the hotel!"
Inoue Senzo was overjoyed: "Hurry, hurry up! You must find a way to capture the key moment!"
"Dongdong."
Early the next morning, Konoe Matsumoto was practicing Kung Fu in his training room when Katsura Arima suddenly walked in.
"Dad, are you hungry? I made thick egg rolls for you. Do you want some?"
Konemon Matsumoto glanced at the clock hanging on the wall: "It doesn't seem like it's time for breakfast yet."
Arima Keixiang said with a smile: "Let's take care of your belly first."
Matsumoto Konemon's daily schedule is very punctual. He gets up at six o'clock, practices morning exercises for an hour, eats at 7:30, and only drinks water before finishing the morning exercises. He doesn't even eat a prune.
But when I saw the thick egg yakiaki served by Arima Katsura herself...it was so horribly cooked, and it was indeed made by myself, I felt a little touched, so I took the plate, sat cross-legged on the floor, and started eating.
Arima Keika looked at Matsumoto Konemon with a smile. Matsumoto Konemon felt a little nervous. Why was this little girl suddenly so attentive today?
Matsumoto Konemon also guessed that Arima Katsura wanted to care about what he wanted, but he really couldn't imagine that Arima Katsura would care about what he wanted.
Did she spend it because she was short of money? Probably not... Her current income is not low.
I was distracted for a moment, and accidentally choked on the egg yolk. Konemon Matsumoto choked and coughed.
Arima Keixiang thoughtfully served her a cup of tea and served her with a smile.
"Kanako..." Matsumoto Konemon felt a little embarrassed, "If you have anything to do, just say it."
"Dad, I recently came across a script that I found very interesting."
"Are you going to star in a new drama?" Konemon Matsumoto didn't respond, "You can just decide this yourself. Doesn't Ms. Takahashi agree?"
Arima Keixiang shook her head, "No, I am not starring in this script."
"I understand, you want to get the chance to star in this drama, right?" Konemon Matsumoto said, "Who is the production company of that drama and who is the producer? I also know some friends in the broadcast industry.
Let’s see if we can talk.”
Seeing that Konemon Matsumoto had misunderstood, Katsura Arima directly took out the outline script of "Furuhata Jinsaburo" and handed it to Konemon Matsumoto, "You misunderstood. What I mean is, Dad, you are very suitable for starring in this drama."
Konemon Matsumoto was stunned, looking down at the script in Arima Keixiang's hand: "Is it a TV drama script?"
Arima Guixiang nodded.
Matsumoto Konemon couldn't help but smile: "Why did you suddenly think of me as a star? I don't often appear in movies and TV dramas."
"But Dad, your acting skills are very good, aren't you? The screenwriter of this drama also admires you... He is the screenwriter of "The Long Vacation"."
"I have the impression... is it that young man named Fujiwara Kei?
?" Konemon Matsumoto said, subconsciously taking over the script.
Arima Keixiang nodded: "Fujiwara-sensei has helped me a lot, so I am also very grateful to him. His new drama is looking for a leading actor. I accidentally saw you on an NHK program and thought you would be a perfect fit. So please
I'm here to invite you to star in his new drama."
Konemon Matsumoto turned over the script and said, "It is indeed a mystery drama, but I don't really like mystery dramas."
Even though he said this, his eyes kept looking at the script.
"Dad, you won't regret starring in his play." Keika Arima said, "Don't you always feel that there are fewer young people watching kabuki performances now? Mr. Fujiwara's plays are very popular among young people.
, if you appear in his play, maybe more young people will be interested in kabuki performance."
Matsumoto Konemon raised his eyes and glanced at him, then lowered his head to look at the script and said, "I'll give you an answer tomorrow."
"I believe dad is a discerning man." Arima Keixiang smiled sweetly at Matsumoto Konemon, then turned and left.
The script given to Konemon Matsumoto was only about the content. After Konemon Matsumoto read it, he almost understood the situation of the play. It was very different from some mystery dramas he had seen before. The focus of the plot was on the protagonist "Furuhata"
The process of the battle of wits and courage between "Ren Saburo" and the murderer is very different.
Although it was only a rough outline of the content, Matsumoto Konemon had a hunch that if this script was made into a drama, it might be very interesting.
"Kei Fujiwara..." Matsumoto Konemon recited the name silently, and suddenly remembered some rumors he had heard, and couldn't help but frown.
At lunch time, Arima Keika did not eat at home, but went to the office. At the dinner table, Konemon Matsumoto saw Arima Keika not there and asked casually: "Where did Keika go?"
Arima Shiori said: "Miss Takahashi should be at the office if you want to see her for something."
Arimasai suddenly smiled and said, "She must have gone on a date again."
"A date?" Konemon Matsumoto put down Taiko and asked, "Why do you say again?"
"Didn't she just go see a man last night?"
"Don't talk nonsense, my sister went to see a friend yesterday." Arima Shiori knocked Arimama Sai on the head.
"Friends or more," Arima said, "Who would spend an afternoon taking a shower and putting on makeup when meeting a friend?"
Konemon Matsumoto's face changed slightly at this moment, and he suddenly thought that the script Arima Keixiang gave him this morning should have just been obtained last night.
In that case, it was Kei Fujiwara whom she met yesterday.
Arimasai started chattering again at this time: "By the way, do you know that she has been having an affair with a writer recently? The one who just won the Naoki Award last year is also the screenwriter of "Long Vacation"..."
"Zaemon." Konemon Matsumoto suddenly called out Arimasai's stage name. Generally, Konemon Matsumoto would only call him this on serious occasions.
Arimama Sai was stunned, and subconsciously straightened his waist: "Father, I'm here."
"Have you practiced "Lion Lion" well?"
"Now that you've practiced..."
"What about Chapter 18?"
Shibaban refers to the eighteen dramas. Arimama Sai shrugged and said: "Recently I have only practiced "Sukeroku" and "Enter the Advocate"."
"If you don't practice the 18th chapter well, you won't be allowed to go out during this period, and your pocket money will be halved." Konoe Matsumoto said.
Arimazai suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears.
What are you doing...where did I recruit you...
In the afternoon, Konemon Matsumoto was walking alone in the practice room, and accidentally walked in the wrong position several times. Arima Shiori stood aside, and saw that her husband seemed a little absent-minded, and suddenly laughed: "
Your Majesty, do you care about what that boy Jian Zhai said?"
Konemon Matsumoto looked back at his wife: "I can't hide anything from you."
Arima Shiori smiled helplessly. He knew that her husband loved his daughter very much. He still remembered that when Arima Katsura was in junior high school, she joined the drama club and performed a stage play with a group of classmates. Arima Katsura played a
A chivalrous wife.
As a result, Konemon Matsumoto volunteered to guide the children's rehearsal. During the rehearsal, he acted like a strict teacher and scolded the student who played the knight-errant to tears several times.
"Do you care about that writer?"
"Of course I care, I want to know what kind of person he is..."
"In that case, wouldn't it be nice to find an opportunity to meet him?" Shiori Arima said, "You and Yoshida-san from Fukuyamadai should be familiar with each other, wouldn't it be nice to find an opportunity to introduce him to you?"
"No, no... that's too deliberate." At this moment, Konemon Matsumoto suddenly thought of something and turned to look aside. He saw the script of "Furuhata Shinsaburo" spread out on the floor, being flipped by the wind.
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