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The party lasted until early in the morning. As the pointer slowly pointed to zero, the atmosphere originally filled with laughter and laughter began to fade away, and the visiting guests began to leave one after another.

After about a glass of wine, the crowd in the banquet hall had become visibly thinner. The bright lights were still dazzling, and the waiters running back and forth were still so busy, but the atmosphere felt a little desolate inexplicably.

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"Masahiro, let's go too."

After dealing with the last friend who came to say hello, her mother Mizuki Fukuda walked up to Nakamura Masahiro and said to him: "Are you going to take a taxi yourself, or should I drive you back?"

"By the way, speaking of this..."

When this topic was brought up, her mother Mizuki Fukuda suddenly became more energetic. She looked at Masahiro Nakamura with a critical look, and then said: "You should get your driver's license and buy a car."

"Hi, got it."

Nodding slightly, Nakamura Masahiro responded in a low voice. In fact, he also had the idea of ​​obtaining a driver's license, but due to various factors, he did not have time to implement it.

In addition, Japan's domestic public transportation is relatively developed, but it is a little difficult to park vehicles, which makes Masahiro Nakamura less interested in buying a car.

"Let's go, let me drive you back."

Seeing that Nakamura Masahiro seemed a little absent-minded, his mother Mizuki Fukuda knew that the other party might not have listened. So, she stopped talking, greeted Nakamura Masahiro and prepared to leave.

Looking back boredly at the sparse banquet hall, Nakamura Masahiro gathered his mood, turned around and followed his mother Mizuki Fukuda, and walked out of the banquet hall together.

"Huh?"

A surprised voice suddenly sounded, and her mother, Mizuki Fukuda, stopped suddenly after taking only two steps. Then, she turned back and looked in the direction of the banquet hall.

That serious expression and thoughtful eyes seem to be looking for something?

Subconsciously, he also stopped. Nakamura Masahiro followed the direction of his mother's gaze and couldn't help but look curiously. Unfortunately, because he had no goal, he couldn't see why.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing..."

Her mother, Mizuki Fukuda, came back to her senses. She responded to Masahiro Nakamura absentmindedly, and then murmured to herself in a low voice: "It's strange, could it be that I was dazzled just now?"

Curiosity enveloped Masahiro Nakamura. He looked at his mother Mizuki Fukuda, then turned his head and glanced in the direction of the banquet hall again. He didn't understand what his mother saw?

The two strolled into the elevator, and as the car door slowly closed, only a thin gap was left, and the entire space was immediately isolated from the outside world.

After a slight vibration, and with the numbers on the upper display screen jumping, the elevator began a slow downward movement like a free fall.

In between breaths, a crisp ding was heard, the changing numbers suddenly stopped beating, and the elevator had already reached the first floor lobby of the Imperial Hotel.

Mother Mizuki Fukuda walked out of the Imperial Hotel, followed closely by Masahiro Nakamura. The two soon arrived at the parking lot of the hotel, where they saw the little girl Mihui had been waiting for a long time.

"Meihui, when did you come out?"

Watching the little girl get into the back seat quickly, Nakamura Masahiro was a little surprised. He also opened the car door and sat directly in the passenger seat.

"There's nothing interesting in there, so I came out first."

The little girl pouted, looking unhappy, and her tone was full of resentment. That's right, there are rarely children in such formal parties, so it's normal for Meihui not to like it.

"If you don't like it, I won't bring you to such occasions in the future."

Her mother, Mizuki Fukuda, started the car and was slowly driving out of the parking lot of the Imperial Hotel. She glanced at the little girl slumped in the back seat from the rearview mirror, her brows subconsciously wrinkled, and her tone of voice also changed when she spoke.

A hint of reprimand.

"Meihui, what about the etiquette you learned in school? Is this what it looks like?"

The little girl was immediately shocked when her mother, Mizuki Fukuda, taught her this. Like a little white rabbit who saw the big bad wolf, she immediately changed her sitting posture obediently.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have dared to believe that such a ladylike Meihui would assume the posture just now? With that comfortable look, some people would believe that she was a bad guy in school.

After the car got on the street outside, it quickly entered a speeding state with the continuous roaring sound, and the scenery outside the car window also flew back.

It was already early in the morning, and it was hard to find anyone on the empty streets, and even cars were very rare. Except for the convenience stores that remained open 24 hours a day, they were still brightly lit, and all other shops had their doors closed.

The dim yellow street lamps emit warm light, dispersing the rich darkness and creating a bright space in this originally dark world.

The rotating wheels rolled through the straight streets and rounded the corner of the intersection. Accompanied by the green light representing traffic, the car left Osaka smoothly.

Far away from the sleeping big city, the speeding car plunged into the vast night. The low beam lights were quickly switched to high beam lights, like two giant flashlights, piercing the endless darkness ahead.
Probably due to sleepiness, the little girl's yawning sound soon started to sound, one long and one short, very rhythmic, like a sonata in the closed car.

After a while, the yawning sound turned into a slight breathing sound. Nakamura Masahiro turned his head and glanced, and saw the little girl sitting in the back seat, shaking her head up and falling asleep.

"Masahiro, when is your movie set to be released?"

Perhaps the atmosphere was too dull. Her mother, Mizuki Fukuda, drove the car seriously and suddenly asked Masahiro Nakamura: "If you are free then, Mihui and I will come to your premiere."

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"There's no premiere..."

Mentioning this, Masahiro Nakamura smiled sheepishly. He looked at the dark night outside the car window, and replied with a hint of sadness: "After all, it is just a small-budget work, and the funds for promotion are not very large.

It would be great if it can be released smoothly."

Before the film "A Long Day" was nominated for the Berlin Film Festival, although the film seemed to be of good quality, not many people were optimistic about it due to its low cost.

After all, it’s hard to explain things like box office and market clearly. There are many high-quality movies that have been ignored. They have obviously been unanimously recognized by the audience, but their box office results have been very disappointing.

And a lot of bad movies that look like crap are obviously not interesting, but they often achieve good box office results. Well, this is probably what is often called a dark horse in the box office market.

But overall, the reason why a dark horse is a dark horse is because the probability is relatively small. From the perspective of professionals, the quality of the film is often closely related to the scale of investment.

Big productions may not necessarily achieve 100% success, but the probability of success is definitely much better than those small-budget dark horse films.

Therefore, even if they think Nakamura Masahiro's movies are of good quality, the small company responsible for film distribution is not very confident and just thinks they can give it a try.

The film distribution plan he formulated is also to win word-of-mouth through screenings first, and then achieve marketing effects through the fission of word-of-mouth effects, and win with a long-term screening strategy.

Just because the film was suddenly nominated for the Berlin Film Festival, its popularity and value were greatly increased, and the small distribution company started to take it seriously and began to invest more resources.

If nothing else, it is impossible for a film to lose money just relying on the gimmick of the Berlin Film Festival. After all, the authority of European and American film festivals is still very recognized by the Japanese people.

"Don't be discouraged. Don't lose confidence easily before the final results come out."

Seeing that Masahiro Nakamura was not in a very good mood, his mother Mizuki Fukuda comforted him and said in a pretentious tone: "For a newcomer, you are already very good."

We chatted about some insignificant topics for a while, and the speeding car rumbled along. I don’t know how long it took, but when the sky was slightly brighter, we finally entered Ishikawa Prefecture.

"Should we go to Hokuriku to broadcast? Or go home?"

After the car arrived in Kanazawa, her mother Mizuki Fukuda asked Nakamura Masahiro for his opinion. As far as she knew, due to filming TV series, Nakamura Masahiro spent a lot of time in Hokuriku to rest.

"Let's go to Hokuriku to broadcast."

After thinking about it for a while, Nakamura Masahiro decided to go to Hokuriku for broadcasting. It was already this time, and if he went home to rest, he would have to rush back to Hokuriku for broadcasting.

"Okay."

Mother Mizuki Fukuda responded. When she reached the fork in the road, she turned the steering wheel to adjust the direction and headed for the Hokuriku Broadcasting Road.

Soon, the sky was completely bright, and the car stopped at the entrance of Hokuriku Broadcasting. Opening the door, Nakamura Masahiro got out of the car, looked at the little girl who was still sleeping soundly in the back seat, and said to his mother, Mizuki Fukuda.

Don't.

"Masahiro, if you have time, you'd better come to Tokyo more often."

Before leaving, his mother Mizuki Fukuda gave some more advice to Nakamura Masahiro. Although Nakamura Masahiro followed his father, he started to do things independently after all, so there was no need to deliberately keep a distance.

"Hi, I understand."

Some couldn't figure out his mother's intentions, but Masahiro Nakamura nodded obediently. Then, he watched the car gradually go away, and finally disappeared from the field of vision.

Turning around and walking into Hokuriku Broadcasting, Nakamura Masahiro went directly back to the office. He wanted to take a good rest first, but he didn't expect Oshiro Shoji to be in the office as well.

"Nakamura-san, are you back?"

Seeing Masahiro Nakamura enter the office, Shoji Oshiro immediately stood up and said hello. Judging from his haggard look, this trip to Tokyo was not easy.

"Shoji...."

Although he was not very energetic, Nakamura Masahiro still pulled himself together and asked in a serious tone: "Is there any result in the investigation?"