godfather of tokyo entertainment

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Bloody Master

There is no airtight wall in the world. There is a lot of information that outsiders don’t know, but it’s impossible for people in the industry to not hear about it.

Matsushita Shinya is fifty-five years old this year. His creative heyday was before he was forty years old. After that, he almost never wrote anything, but there are still works published, almost all of which were written by his disciples.

This is nothing new in the world of screenwriters. Under a single signature, each TV series actually embodies the efforts of many people. This is something that everyone in the industry understands tacitly.

Japanese society is very cruel to young people, and one of the methods that harms young people is "teaching".

In Kei Fujiwara's previous life, he often saw articles praising the spirit of Japanese craftsmen in magazines such as "Yirin". In order to show the Japanese's attitude towards excellence in craftsmanship, he often used things like the God of Tempura and the God of Sushi.

Give examples and so on.

It is said that the disciples of the God of Tempura are all seventy years old and have not yet started training. They even did some simple chores before they were forty years old. It was not until their temples turned gray that they became qualified to make tempura with their own hands.

It can be seen that even if it is a fried shrimp, they will have the consciousness to do great things. This is the epitome of the Yamato national spirit.

Kei Fujiwara felt strange when he first read this article, but he couldn't figure out why. Many years later, he suddenly realized. Isn't this a typical method of workplace bullying?

In order to keep using his disciples as cheap labor, the master refused to teach him real skills. He said that he would hone his mind and peel potatoes for three years first.

Male Gobi is just a fried shrimp. How many years does it take to learn? It’s not like building an aircraft carrier! It’s still a matter of craftsmanship. It’s just the same as Male Gobi.

I have to say that the Japanese are really capable in this area and can package any shit beautifully.

And Matsushita Shinya is also using similar methods to control his disciples.

Shinya Matsushita is an old dog. Although his ability to write scripts is gradually fading, it must be said that his vision has become increasingly vicious as he grows older.

He would deliberately seek out some talented young screenwriters, accept them as his disciples, and then occupy their wealth of knowledge for a long time. Until his disciples have exhausted their talents and can no longer write anything, he will let them out as apprentices.

The disciples under his disciples learned nothing else but the methods of persecuting young people, so they imitated others and used the same method to hire gunmen in the name of recruiting disciples. It can be said that the legacy is endless.

Previously, Matsushita Shinya had a disciple who complained a few times when he was drunk, saying that Master Matsushita would not let him go as a disciple even though he had written a lot of things in his name. As soon as the news came out, it was immediately hidden.

"This bitch..." Kei Fujiwara muttered.

"Fujiwara-kun, what did you say?" Matsushita Shinya asked with a smile.

In fact, he seemed to hear Fujiwara Kei swearing, but how is this possible? He must have heard wrongly, hahaha...

"Actually, having said that, Matsushita-sensei should be regarded as Fujiwara-kun's benefactor. He saved you from the deep pool of unemployment when you were about to terminate your contract..." Fujii Hirokami nodded with a smile, "You must be filial in the future.

Only Master can do that."

As he said that, Hiroshi Fujii handed over a pen.

"Fujiwara-kun, please sign first, and the seal will be filled in later."

In their imagination, Kei Fujiwara should have shed tears of gratitude after they offered him a lifetime contract.

Now that the economic environment is so bad, big companies are laying off employees, and graduates can't find jobs everywhere. Heisei fat houses are appearing one after another as if they were being mass-produced on an assembly line.

From now on, who can provide a young person with a long-term contract in a big company is no more than a living parent. And Shinya Matsushita, as a well-known screenwriter, will serve as a gunman for him... Bah, as a disciple, many people are determined to become screenwriters. It is something that young people dream of, and they should be grateful for it.

Yes, in fact, Matsushita Shinya does not lack people who are willing to become his disciples, but he also has certain requirements for selecting his disciples.

Not long ago, he saw a compilation of Giggles. He was very excited at the time and immediately contacted Fujii Hirokami and learned the identity of the author.

After learning that Kei Fujiwara was just a student about to graduate from university, he was very happy. Because he was a young man, and being young meant that he still had a long life of writing. Of course, it also meant that he was easy to coax.

Kei Fujiwara looked at the contract, smiled, put the contract on the table, and then picked up the pen on the table.

It’s done... Matsushita Shinya smiled, unfolded his fan, and fanned himself.

However, the next second, Kei Fujiwara pressed the pen on the contract, raised his head, looked at the two of them, and said, "I'm sorry, allow me to refuse."

The smile on Matsushita Shinya's face suddenly froze, and Fujii Hirokami also showed an unbelievable expression: "Fujiwara-kun, why is this?"

"Secretary Fujii, I have no plans to be my disciple for the time being. Please understand."

"What about the contract? Don't you want the contract too?" Hirokami Fujii asked with a dark face.

"Is the price of this contract that I have to become Matsushita-sensei's disciple?"

Fujii Hirokami was silent for a moment and said: "Yes, after all, if Matsushita-sensei hadn't wanted to take you on as a disciple, you would have been dismissed by now."

"In that case, I understand." Kei Fujiwara stood up, "I'm really grateful for the care I received during this time."

"Oh, don't do this. It's like I'm forcing others to worship me as their teacher." Matsushita Shinya quickly reacted and waved his fan to smooth things over.

"Fujiwara-kun, if you don't want to become a disciple, it's not incomprehensible. I can still give you this contract." Matsushita Shinya still greeted him with a smile, but he was holding the folding fan in his hand tightly, and the resentment in his eyes could no longer be concealed. .

Humph, you dare to show off your face and act like a bigot... After signing this contract, I'm still afraid that you won't comply, and I will take care of you slowly...

Kei Fujiwara and Shinya Matsushita looked at each other, and for a moment it was as if they could read minds. Shinya Matsushita heard clearly what Shinya was thinking.

This contract is a screenwriter contract, and it is naturally impossible for Kei Fujiwara to sign it. Unlike the contract he signed before entering the TV station as an AD, once this contract is signed, every word written by Kei Fujiwara from then on belongs to Gao. Made with skill.

And because it is a lifetime contract, as long as Gao Gongli holds on to him, these people will use him like an old scalper until the day he retires.

Absolutely not.

Kei Fujiwara is not the kind of person who expects a lifelong contract. He will never tie himself to the same place for his whole life.

"No need, Mr. Matsushita." Kei Fujiwara looked at him, "I'm not interested in writing under other people's names. Every word I write must belong to me."

Since we've already reached a deadlock, why not make your words even more unpleasant?

Sure enough, Matsushita Shinya's face turned blue and he couldn't pretend anymore.

Fujii Hirokami slammed the table, "Fujiwara, what are you talking about?!"

Fujiwara Kei looked at Fujii Hirokami coldly, "Fujii, there is no need to act like a boss for short-term employees who have terminated their contracts."

Fujii Hiroshi choked up. Fujiwara Kei has obviously given up his job. Not to mention, once he has given up his job, it doesn’t matter if you are the deputy chief, a specialist, or even the president? It really doesn’t matter if you take advantage of him.

There's a solution.

"Fujiwara-kun, you must have heard something, but please don't misunderstand..." Shinya Matsushita said at this time, "It's not that you don't misunderstand me, but you don't misunderstand yourself and the screenwriting industry."

"In Japan, almost all screenwriters climb up the ladder along the same path, that is, they must first contribute their talents to other people's works, and only then can they be qualified to create works that truly belong to their own."

"You don't really think that you, a young man who has not yet graduated, can write any good scripts that are popular with the audience? Don't be stupid, TV series are not something that is as trivial as making a five-minute short film."

"A road full of footprints must be the safest road. If you want to have your own works, you must first have the ability to write other people's works well. You..."

"Shut up, you bitch." Fujiwara Kei didn't want to listen anymore. He looked at Matsushita Shinya and said word by word.

Matsushita Shinya was stunned, and only then did he realize...he was really scolding me just now!

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