Japanese big things

The party was held in the banquet hall on the fifth floor of the Imperial Hotel. At this time, some people were entering one after another. Because it was an invitation-only party, everyone attending the party was required to show the invitation letter they received.<

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"Sorry, please show me your invitation letter."

Masahiro Nakamura was also asked to show his invitation letter. He followed Yasushi Akimoto and was politely stopped by the staff as soon as he reached the door of the banquet hall.

"No problem."

Responding casually, Nakamura Masahiro took out the invitation he had prepared. While showing it to the staff for inspection, he pointed at Yasushi Akimoto and his companions who were walking in front, and questioned: "They don't need to

Check?"

"They don't need to check. Akimoto Yasuso and the others are big names in the entertainment industry."

The staff explained very politely. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with Nakamura Masahiro's invitation, he immediately took two steps to the side and made way for the banquet hall.

Well, it turns out that in addition to invitations, there is also a method of facial recognition. However, this method is only suitable for well-known figures and big bosses in various fields.

After collecting the invitation letter, Nakamura Masahiro stepped into the banquet hall. At this time, many guests who came to attend the party had gathered in the banquet hall. They were either alone or in groups, scattered like scattered beads.

In every corner of the hall.

Everyone looked in great spirits, and everything seemed so gentle and elegant as they drank and drank. Under the quiet atmosphere, they looked like gentlemen and ladies in movies and TV series.

The bright lights shine freely, like angels representing holiness, dispelling the darkness that dominates the night, giving this space as bright as day.

The night outside is pitch black, as rich as ink. We are obviously in the same world, but they are only separated by a window, yet they are so distinct.

Looking around the banquet hall, Nakamura Masahiro didn't see a familiar face. He knew someone a little bit, probably the very impressive Yasushi Akimoto, right?

This was a bit embarrassing. Although Nakamura Masahiro was mentally prepared for this, he still felt extremely awkward in this banquet hall surrounded by strangers.

"Onii-chan?"

Just when Masahiro Nakamura was considering whether to find a secluded corner to be alone, a familiar voice suddenly came over, which seemed a little abrupt in the quiet atmosphere.

"Mei Hui?"

A petite figure flashed in his mind, and Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously looked around, and sure enough he saw the figure of his sister Meihui, who was walking quickly towards Nakamura Masahiro.

"Why are you here?"

Asking curiously, Nakamura Masahiro lovingly stretched out his hand to rub Meihui's little head. Unfortunately, because he didn't control the force well, he ended up making the little girl's hair a little messy.

This made the little girl very dissatisfied. She slapped the claws on her head hard, then protected her head with both hands, took two steps back, and was out of reach of Masahiro Nakamura.

"I came here with my mother."

The little mouth involuntarily raised a little, and Meihui pouted, looking full of resentment. The posture of pretending to complain actually looked a little cute.

"Ocasan?"

Hearing Meihui mention his mother, Nakamura Masahiro was slightly startled. Then he raised his head and looked around the banquet hall, trying to find his mother.

"She's over there, talking to that Ogi-san."

Seeing Masahiro Nakamura's actions, Mihui pointed to a corner of the banquet hall. Following the direction of her finger, Nakamura Masahiro saw his mother Mizuki Fukuda, who was dressed elegantly and luxuriously.

Next to her stood an elderly man, with thinning hair, gray beard, crisp suit, and energetic state, making him look like an old-school entrepreneur.

I don’t know what they were talking about? I only saw a faint smile on the face of my mother Fukuda Mizuki, and the old man also always maintained a kind smile on his face.

Suddenly, her mother, Mizuki Fukuda, turned around and saw Masahiro Nakamura. So she stopped talking to the old man, raised her hand and waved towards Masahiro Nakamura, beckoning him to come over.

After a slight hesitation, Nakamura Masahiro was a little confused about his mother Fukuda Mizuki's intentions. However, he still chose to obey the other party's arrangement. After all, his mother Fukuda Mizuki would not harm him.

"Meihui, I'll go there first, don't run around."

After admonishing the little girl Mihui, Nakamura Masahiro adjusted his posture slightly, and then walked up to his mother Mizuki Fukuda and the old man.

"Okasan...."

Standing next to his mother, Mizuki Fukuda, Nakamura Masahiro greeted him respectfully. Then, he nodded to the old man next to him and said hello, which was regarded as saying hello.

"Hello...."

"Hello, is this Nakamura Masahiro-san?"

The old man responded to Nakamura Masahiro with a smile, his tone seemed to be both verification and confirmation. He looked at Nakamura Masahiro up and down with a pair of scrutinizing eyes, and then showed a relatively satisfied expression on his face.

"Ruixi and I were talking about you just now. When you see me, you are indeed a talented person."

"You're honored."

Nakamura Masahiro responded modestly, and then turned his attention to his mother Fukuda Mizuki. Although he didn't know who the old man in front of him was, according to Nakamura Masahiro's guess, the other person's identity should be unusual.

"This is the well-known president of Nippon Paint Corporation."

Without keeping Nakamura Masahiro waiting for a long time, his mother Mizuki Fukuda quickly introduced him to the identity of this old man. Obviously, this old man was the organizer of the party.

"I heard that Nakamura-san was nominated for the Berlin Film Festival."

Apparently, when her mother Mizuki Fukuda was talking to the old man, she told him about Nakamura Masahiro's nomination for the Berlin Film Festival. When this topic was mentioned, the old man asked Nakamura Masahiro in a very interested tone: "I don't know, are you sure?

Come back from Berlin with an award?"

"You are joking, the competitors at the Berlin Film Festival are very powerful, how can it be so easy to win the prize?"

Mother Mizuki Fukuda quietly signaled Nakamura Masahiro with her eyes, and then smoothed things over by saying: "It's good that our Masahiro was nominated. After all, he is the only one in the entire Japanese entertainment circle who has been nominated."

"Whether you win or not, it all depends on fate."

Nakamura Masahiro also understood the hint of his mother Fukuda Mizuki, so he followed her words and took over the topic: "I am still young and in the stage of learning. I should study more. I will definitely have the opportunity to win awards in the future."

"Sorry, my requirements are too high. Being nominated is already better than most people."

Nodding slightly, the old man agreed with Nakamura Masahiro's words. Although he hoped that Nakamura Masahiro would express his confidence, he disliked such arrogant expressions.

As young people, having confidence is indeed a good thing. But excessive self-confidence can easily turn into arrogance, which makes it difficult for people to like you.

"I wonder which university Nakamura-san is studying at?"

After a few brief chats, the old man suddenly became concerned about Nakamura Masahiro's academic status. As expected, in East Asia, academic issues are always the most important issue.

"Todai University? Keio? Kyoto? Or an overseas university?"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Nakamura Masahiro didn't know how to answer this question. He pursed his lips and cast his eyes vaguely at his mother, Mizuki Fukuda.

Unfortunately, mother Mizuki Fukuda didn't seem to notice Nakamura Masahiro's request for help. She turned slightly sideways and looked elsewhere, as if the matter had nothing to do with her.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

Facing the old man's gaze that seemed to be substantial, Nakamura Masahiro gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to say: "I didn't go to college."

"Didn't go to college?"

His tone involuntarily increased. The old man looked at Masahiro Nakamura, then turned to look at Mizuki Fukuda next to him, and asked with a puzzled face: "Mizuki, what's going on?"

For the upper class, a prestigious school is a business card. Don’t think about the quality of your grades. For the younger generation of the upper class, which prestigious school to choose is the problem.

Even if you really have no interest in studies, your family will usually arrange to get a college degree. After all, people in the upper class are all about face, and if you can't even afford college, it's a bit embarrassing.

Therefore, the elderly are confused by the fact that Nakamura Masahiro did not go to college. Nakamura Masahiro, who was shortlisted for the Berlin Film Festival, is obviously not an idiot, and the Fukuda family is not an ordinary class with no background.

"He felt that reading was a waste of time, so he didn't want to continue reading."

Although the underlying reason is indeed that Nakamura Masahiro is not willing to continue studying, the direct reason is undoubtedly that Nakamura Masahiro failed to enter college. Therefore, his mother Mizuki Fukuda's words saved some face for Nakamura Masahiro.

If the specific reasons were revealed, the Fukuda family would certainly be a little embarrassed, but Nakamura Masahiro might also be considered a hopeless fool.

"This kind of thinking is not acceptable. Reading more is always beneficial."

Although the old man still had a smile on his face, Nakamura Masahiro was still keenly aware of the fleeting disappointment in the other man's eyes.

"In this society, if you don't have a good diploma, it will be very hard."

"I'm not very good at studying, and I'm more interested in film and television production."

Although he had a vague premonition of failure, before the real result came out, Nakamura Masahiro still wanted to struggle. So, he opened his mouth to defend himself.

"Instead of wasting precious time in meaningless school, I would rather do what I like to do."

"After all, I was also shortlisted for the competition section of the Berlin Film Festival. In a sense, I was successful."

"Isn't it a good thing to realize your own life value in the field you like?"