godfather of tokyo entertainment

"Miss Arima?"

Arima Keixiang took off her sunglasses and said, "It's so hard to find you here. Why, won't you let us in? Are you going to turn away the guests?"

Fujiwara Kei turned sideways: "Nothing, please come in."

Arima Keixiang and her female manager walked in. Arima Keixiang looked at Fujiwara Kei's room and said: "Your place is quite clean. I thought the boys' rooms were as dirty as foreign garbage treatment plants.

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Because Japanese garbage treatment plants are so clean that they look no different from commercial office buildings from a distance, so they can only be described as foreign.

"You are so prejudiced." Kei Fujiwara shrugged helplessly.

"A small gift is not disrespectful." The manager bent down and presented the gift in his hand, which was a high-end cantaloupe and a men's tie. After receiving the gift, Fujiwara Kei thanked him: "You are so polite."

"I'm really grateful that you saved Arima-chan." The manager's eyes subconsciously glanced at Fujiwara Kei's arm. She was still a little scared thinking about it now.

If Kei Fujiwara hadn't pulled a hand on Katsura Arima and the lampstand had hit her on the head, she would probably have been disfigured.

Arima Katsura just won the Rookie of the Year title two years ago, and her popularity and career are steadily rising. If nothing happens, she will definitely become a superstar in the future. Once her appearance is revealed, her big-name career will disappear.

The manager's career is linked to the artist. If something goes wrong with Arima Keixiang, she will also be in trouble.

Fans will scold her to death first: Why don't you protect Arima-chan! What do you want as a manager for? After scolding her, they can quit being fans with peace of mind.

"You're welcome, I just did it casually."

Arima Keika sat on the sofa, took out the script from her bag, and handed it to Fujiwara Kei: "Here you go."

"Script?" Fujiwara Kei lowered his head and glanced, "I'm on vacation now, and the station should find another actor for you to play with."

Arima Keixiang sighed: "I have indeed found a new one, a standard stuntman. I feel like I have been reading lines to the air all day, and I feel really uncomfortable."

"Arima-chan told me that Fujiwara-kun seems to be very knowledgeable about acting. This is the scene Arima will perform tomorrow. She has memorized the script. But she wants Fujiwara-kun to help design her performance.

,please!"

Fujiwara Kei poured tea for the two of them, while Arima Katsura was holding the tea cup and blowing air, as if nothing had happened. Looking back, I knew that Arima Katsura forcibly dragged the agent here. But the request was all spoken by the agent.

of.

Fujiwara Kei smiled, took the script, and after reading it for a while, he looked up at Arima Keixiang. After thinking about it, he said: "Ms. Arima, actually I have some opinions about your performance. I don't know.

Are you willing to listen to it?"

Arima Keixiang put down her tea cup and said, "Please speak."

So Fujiwara Kei mentioned the problem of Arima Katsura's performance routine. After hearing this, Arima Katsura pondered: "Thousands of people with one face and thousands of people with thousands of faces... Fujiwara, your idea is very interesting."

Kei Fujiwara picked up a pencil and drew lightly on the script: "For this line, I suggest you match it with such an action..."

Arima Kakika pricked up her ears and listened.

Forty minutes later, after almost the entire script had been read, Keixiang Arima stretched and looked at Kei Fujiwara: "By the way, Fujiwara, you are so good at acting, why don't you consider becoming an actor? You do

How long has it been ad?”

"It hasn't been long, and it's still during the internship period?"

"Internship? How old are you, Fujiwara?"

"Twenty-two, to be precise, I haven't graduated yet."

"Ah." The agent covered his mouth with his fingers in surprise, "Are you a current student? This is really..."

"Fujiwara." Arima Guixiang's expression became solemn, "You are very talented in acting, and your appearance also has the temperament of an idol. It would be a waste not to be an actor."

Kei Fujiwara smiled: "Thank you for the compliment, but I have already established my career ideals and will not change them."

Arima Keixiang sighed: "I know, you said last time, is it right to be a screenwriter? But to be honest, people's talents and interests often do not coincide. You have the talent to be an actor, but you are not an actor

Interest; you have the talent to be a screenwriter, but maybe..."

Midway through her words, Arima Keixiang pursed her lips and pointed at her nose and said she had no talent. This was too rude.

"Of course let me try it first, and then we will talk if it doesn't work." Kei Fujiwara smiled slightly.

At this time, the manager took out a business card and handed it to Fujiwara Kei: "Actually, Arima-chan's idea is also my idea. Fujiwara-kun, if you change your mind, you can call me at any time. Our firm is still very popular in the entertainment industry.

Since you are somewhat famous, I am willing to provide you with an acting contract."

Although he has no intention of becoming an actor, it is always rude to refuse a business card. Kei Fujiwara took the business card and said: "Sorry, I don't have a business card yet."

"It doesn't matter." The manager smiled and turned to look at Arima Keixiang.

The two stood up, and Katsura Arima put the script back into her bag. In fact, she was mainly here to visit Kei Fujiwara today, and she just took a look at the script.

The two said goodbye to Kei Fujiwara and left. When they passed Kei Fujiwara's desk, Keixiang Arima glanced at the table and found a stack of bound papers on the table. The top paper had the three characters "White Night Travel" written on it.

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Is this the script he wrote? Arima Guixiang thought to herself, but she didn't pay much attention and walked out with her agent.

Kei Fujiwara saw off the guests, Keixiang Arima stood outside the door, said goodbye to Kei Fujiwara again, and asked: "By the way, Kei Fujiwara, when can you come back?"

She has become accustomed to acting opposite Kei Fujiwara, who can always give eye-catching performances, giving her a new understanding of acting to a greater or lesser extent.

"It will take two or three days. After the wound has healed a bit and the gauze has been changed to reduce the risk of infection, I will return to the set." Kei Fujiwara said that although the stage gave him a day off, it was not a serious injury after all.

If it affects the action, it is impossible for the station and the production company to keep paying him wages to support him.

"That's good." Arima Keika said, subconsciously lowering her head and looking at the gauze wrapped around Fujiwara Kei's arm, remembering how he was bleeding profusely a day ago.

She raised her head and looked at Kei Fujiwara and said: "Fujiwara, thank you, thank you very much. I owe you a favor. If you need my help in any way, please feel free to ask."

Kei Fujiwara also smiled and said: "Then if I really become the chief screenwriter in the future, please ask Miss Arima to be my heroine."

Arima Keixiang was startled for a moment, then smiled: "It's a deal."

The manager stood behind him and said nothing. In fact, logically speaking, this was an invitation. An artist agrees to a film contract without going through the manager because of personal relationships, which is not allowed.

But Kei Fujiwara is just an ordinary employee now, and he is not a real screenwriter. The so-called dream of being a screenwriter seems a bit illusory for such a college student who has not yet graduated, and it will probably not be realized. So the agent doesn't mind too much.

, in her opinion, this was just a casual remark made by Kei Fujiwara and Keika Arima.