Reborn Tokyo Golden Age

Now that he boasted in front of everyone, Bai Chuanfeng also started to prepare to write a story.

This story is actually Takeshi Kitano's own script, and the title of the movie is "That Summer, the Tranquil Sea".

This is a very special movie, with few lines throughout, almost silent.

Because the hero and heroine of the story are a pair of young deaf-mute people, their communication is destined to have nothing to do with words, quiet but fiery.

The story is roughly that the male protagonist fell in love with surfing by chance, from the initial interest to the final almost obsession.

In the process he made friends and participated in competitions. And the hostess has been silently by his side. It's just that the ending is both depression and healing.

The whole movie reveals tranquility, brims with happiness, and is filled with the simplest sunshine and romance. However, there is a touch of sadness and lament in it.

Because of this, movies have relatively simple requirements for shots, lines and language. There are no complicated scenes, and no complicated props are required.

Bai Chuanfeng thinks this movie is very suitable, as their hands-on practice for a novice team, it is also very suitable for Kitano Takeshi who is new to movies.

As for whether it will cause the future master of violent aesthetics to go astray because the first film is peaceful and tender.

To be honest, Bai Chuanfeng didn't have such worries at all, and Takeshi Kitano had tyranny and cruelty hidden deep in his bones. It's just that the rational part of being a human being has always suppressed them.

Only when facing art, Takeshi Kitano may show them unreservedly.

While recalling the plot of the movie in his mind, Bai Chuanfeng wrote vigorously.

It's okay for him to write his own stories, but not everyone can write professional scripts without learning. It involves the conversion of various scenes, and even contains some annotations of shooting equipment.

As for the kind of thing that just took out the complete filming script casually, I thought too much~

So professional things are left to professional people, who are only responsible for the story.

While Bai Chuanfeng was immersed in writing, Ota on the other side came to Ota District again.

In the past few days, he has arranged some group performers to go to the door of Watanabe Denki every now and then to shout a few words.

Every time there are not too many people, three or five people, pretending to be ordinary consumers, just come to complain.

Coincidentally, these consumers seem to be a bit extreme in character, and they began to yell that Watanabe Denki is unscrupulous, cheating consumers, etc. without saying a word.

As for Ota, he hid far away, waiting for the group performers to finish their work. He just gave the money and sent them away.

Thanks to their tossing, Watanabe Electric, which was already struggling to operate, made things worse.

Today Ota hid in the corner as usual, enjoying the performances of those extras. However, before shouting a few words, a group of people suddenly appeared on the corner of the street.

These people are all in black suits, and the looming tattoos can be seen from the chests with open collars.

They went straight to Watanabe Denki aggressively, led by a chubby bald head.

He was taken aback when he saw the crowd gathered at the gate of Watanabe Denki. "Is this our person?" He turned his head and asked the younger brother beside him.

Seeing the other party shaking his head, the bald-headed expression immediately became fierce. He went directly to the crowd, picked up a person, and slapped him, "Zuo~la~, you bastards dare to go to the territory of the Inagawa Association, do you want to start a war?!"

The actors were startled by the sudden appearance of Yakuza in front of them, and they dared not move.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding~" Ota, who was wearing long sleeves, rushed up from behind.

"Sir, we are not gang members, we are just ordinary consumers." Ota stood in front of the extras and explained with his head bowed.

"We all bought Watanabe Electric's products, but this profiteer played tricks and sold us defective products."

As he said that, Ota began to add details and details about the quality problems of Watanabe Electric's products, how it harmed consumers, and so on.

"Look, this is their turntable I bought. It's broken before it's been used much." At some point, Ota had an extra Blackstone turntable that lacked a tonearm.

He pointed out to the group where the record player had been broken, and the gap was obvious.

The fat bald head could see clearly at a glance, he let go of the trap that he had just grasped like a chicken. While looking at the record player, he scratched his head, "Baga~ this bastard Watanabe is really unreliable."

"What you're saying is that if he behaves like this, Watanabe Denki will go bankrupt soon." Ota calmly began to give Watanabe Kazumasa eye drops.

When the bald head heard it, his expression immediately became ruthless, "Hmph, even if you go bankrupt, you can't escape."

He glanced at Ota who was nodding and bowing, and immediately waved his hand, "Okay, it's none of your business here, hurry up and get out."

As soon as the bald head opened his mouth, the younger brothers under him began to chase people away rudely. After pushing and kicking, the dragons immediately scattered.

"Hay~Hay" Ota bowed and backed away. After a while, he disappeared among the crowd.

The idlers were driven away, and a few younger brothers were left guarding the door. The bald head led the rest of the people aggressively towards Watanabe Denki's gate.

All of this was seen by Ota who was hiding in the corner. Fortunately, my uncle Ota was smart and left a record player as a backup.

He took off his wet coat, revealing the small tattoo on his arm. In this damn weather, it's like taking a bath after being bored for a while.

Ota glanced at his arm, it seemed that Shirakawa-kun was right. It's best to find a chance to get rid of this thing, if it is accidentally seen by Yakuza just now, it will be a lot of fun.

But judging from today's situation, it seems that Watanabe Electric is not doing well. It's better to inform Bai Chuan-kun as soon as possible, so that he can make preparations early.

And the boy who was beaten just now also needs to pay an extra pension. Alas, although we are temporary workers, who makes us a conscientious enterprise.

Not to mention the busy work on Ota's side, Watanabe Denki's place, the fat bald head led people straight to Watanabe Kazumasa's office.

Someone wanted to stop the questioning in the middle, but before the words could be spoken, a Yakuza held his collar against the wall.

The bald head kept his eyes on the whole time. After the younger brother kicked open the door of the office, he went straight to Kazumasa Watanabe who was behind the desk with a face of astonishment.

"Mu...Kimura-san...?" Seeing who came, Kazumasa Watanabe was a little awkward to speak.

The bald man named Kimura raised his chin towards the people around him, and two Yakuza stepped forward to the back of Kazumasa Watanabe, grabbed his arms and shoulders and pressed down, "slap" Kazumasa Watanabe's The face directly came into close contact with his desk.

"Ah~!" Under the pain, Watanabe Kazumasa could no longer maintain his demeanor, and screamed loudly, "Kimura-san, if you have something to say, please say it, Kimura-san~!"

"Humph" Kimura sneered, he took out a dagger, and while playing with it, he walked towards Kazumasa Watanabe who looked frightened. Seeing this, the two Yakuzas ignored Watanabe's struggle and forcibly spread the fingers of his right hand on the table.

"Kimura-san! Kimura-san! It's not time yet, I will definitely pay back the money! Please believe me..."

Kimura turned a deaf ear, he came to the desk with cold eyes and clenched the dagger tightly.

"Swiping" the knife light flashed, and Watanabe Kazumasa's miserable howling could be heard clearly at the end of the corridor.

"Ding" the metal trembled, and Kimura's face was full of sarcasm. He patted the face of Kazumasa Watanabe, who was still howling, with his hands. "Hey! It's not cut yet, so don't shout so loudly."

Kazumasa Watanabe, whose face was covered with tears and snot, yelled twice before he opened his eyes in disbelief, and looked at his fingers.

I saw the dagger was inserted between the gap between his ring finger and little finger, the dagger was slightly tilted and scratched the skin of the little finger, and a trace of blood flowed out.

"Mu...Kimura-san~, I knew you were the most trustworthy person, you are the most honest person I have ever met..." Kazumasa Watanabe, who was frightened, saw that his little finger was found again, and even started talking nonsense Come.

Holding the dagger, Kimura pressed down, "Ah!~" Kazumasa Watanabe began to scream again.

"Remember, boy! If you don't pay back the money within two months, cut it off! Cut off one every month, and cut off your fingers and toes. Remember?" Kimura patted Kazumasa Watanabe on the head.

The latter nodded hastily, "Don't worry, Kimura-san, definitely! Sure!".

Kimura cast a disdainful glance at Kazumasa Watanabe who was lying on the ground, and led his younger brothers away without looking back.

Kazumasa Watanabe, who was so frightened out of his wits, leaned against the wall to pant for a long time, then got up tremblingly and threw himself at the phone on the table.

…

Bai Chuanfeng, who was still working hard in the apartment, was suddenly interrupted by the beeping pager in his pocket.

After looking at the number, Bai Chuanfeng's eyes lit up, he immediately put down his pen, and ran to the landline outside.

It's never too late to write a story or something.

"Moshi Moxi, Watanabe-san?" Bai Chuanfeng's tone was extremely enthusiastic.

"Hay, excuse me Shirakawa-san, I wonder if you are still interested in the Blackstone record player?" Watanabe Kazumasa's panting voice sounded a little trembling.

Interested, of course interested.

However, when the words came to his mouth, Bai Chuanfeng pretended to be reserved, "Oh~, your father seems to value the Blackstone jukebox very much."

"Please don't worry, Bai Chuan-san. My father's side is all right now, but you still need to come over in person, you see..."

Yo, Ota's efficiency is pretty good, much faster than I imagined.

"Of course there is no problem. An industrialist like Takashi Watanabe has always been the person I respect the most. I am not very happy that he agreed with Watanabe-san's proposal to sell. As for the time, I will let Watanabe-san arrange it." Good words Not afraid of being late, Bai Chuanfeng was never stingy with his compliments.

"Bai Chuan-san, what do you think tomorrow?"

Um? In such a hurry?

"No problem," Bai Chuanfeng agreed calmly.

"Then it's settled"

"Hay"

After hanging up the phone, Bai Chuanfeng fell into deep thought. The other party was in such a hurry, did he miss some important information?

He picked up the phone again, ready to call Ota.

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PS: Tomorrow three more

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