Tokyo Literary Godfather

Qingshui Qianchong smiled, "The launch of a new show is always stressful, but after all, I have been filming TV for most of my life, so I have long been used to this kind of thing."

As he said that, Shimizu Asaki looked at Kenji Takada, who was also a producer at Fukuyama Station. As a high-profile producer among the younger generation of Fukuyama Station, Takada Kenji had been vigorously trained. However, during the years when the Yuejiu drama was in full swing, he seemed to have received a bit of a cold reception - not really cold at all, but when applying for resources from the station, it was not as easy as Keina Fujiwara's.

But if you don't compare with Kei Fujiwara, he is still a first-class producer and belongs to the first echelon of excellent people in the same age group. It's just that Kei Fujiwara is so outrageous that this guy has no reference value.

After Kei Fujiwara left, he also tried to fight for the Yuejiu time slot, hoping to get the production rights for the Yuejiu drama. However, due to factional issues, he seemed to have been in trouble recently, not to mention the Yuejiu time slot, and even other prime time periods. Less than. This made him very disappointed, and during this period he was also addicted to drinking.

Kenji Takada sat next to Shimizu Asaki: "That's not the pressure I'm talking about... Although it can be expected that "The Golden Hand" will have no rivals at the same time, after all, it will be broadcast in the same season as that guy's new work, and the subject matter will conflict. It will inevitably be compared by some film critics and audiences, is Qingshui-san very nervous?"

"Moreover, as we all know, the audience's attention is limited. Even if dramas with the same theme are not broadcast at the same time, they will affect each other. When the audience's topics are focused on a certain TV drama for a period of time, it will be very difficult. It is difficult to discuss the plot of other similar dramas, so it will be much more difficult to develop new audiences."

Shimizu Qianchong couldn't help but glance at Takada Kenji again. He saw that this guy's cheeks were red and his mouth smelled strongly of alcohol. It looked like he had drunk a lot. No wonder he spoke so rudely.

Shimizu Asaki was not angry either. He knew who the other party was talking about, "Takada-kun, are you talking about Mr. Fujiwara? Having rich industry information is a good thing for any producer. Although there is pressure, there is also more motivation." I do not reject any healthy competition in the industry."

Qingshui Qianchong paused and continued: "What's more, I don't think "The Golden Hand" will lose to any other drama in the same season. I think this drama will become the top rated drama in the autumn season."

"Hahahahaha..." Kenji Takada laughed, "Is that really so? Qingmizu-san is so confident. If this is the case, it would be great!"

"Takata-kun, you're drunk." Shimizu Asamaki pushed Takada Kenji's hand off his shoulder dissatisfiedly, got up and left.

What are you doing, this guy, he has no manners at all when he's drunk, I'm not just a senior, I'm an elder! Qingshui Qianchong felt dissatisfied.

But looking at Kenji Takada's dazed look, he didn't mind being a drunk person, so he patted his shoulder, slapped a bill on the bar, said "the rest is a tip" and left.

Takada Kenji looked at the back of Shimizu Qianchong leaving, but his eyes gradually became clear, and he said to the bartender: "Martini."

The bartender gave him a sad look, and then began to work hard to mix the drink.

Takada Kenji sighed silently in his heart, at least Shimizu Qianchong still has filming, what about himself? His qualifications are not as good as Qingshui Qianchong, and his ability to withstand the tide of factional struggles is far inferior.

He was promoted by the newspaper group, so when the station director sent by Songni Pictures came to power, he was quickly placed on the bench. He also tried to show his loyalty, but it had no effect. Over time, he also It's ruined. Gradually, resentment grew in my heart. These guys only engage in internal fighting and don't care about the show at all! It would be better if such Fushan Terrace plummeted!

But Fukuyama TV is now holding the gold-lettered signboard of Yuejiu drama, and there are at least five or six years to live a good life. Takada Kenji knows this truth, but he will continue to give up to the current crony Fukuyama TV tomorrow.

I didn’t feel it when working under Director Kashi Yoshida before. At that time, I even felt that Director Yoshida’s practice of rating ratings as a standard put too much pressure on people. Only now do I feel that this kind of measurement is measured by work performance rather than personnel relations. How rare is a person's workplace environment. Now he is like a wild crane every day, but he misses Yoshida Kashi from the bottom of his heart.

But such a capable director went to another production company after retiring... Kei Fujiwara...

At this point, the martini is ready and the bartender sets the glass in front of him.

Takada Kenji looked at the drink in front of him, suddenly clapped his hands, and prayed from the bottom of his heart: Please, Fujiwara, although I didn't like you before. But please continue to play at your previous level, give these guys who only know how to engage in factions, a little color to see! Let them know that the core of maintaining the status of a TV station will always be those of us who work hard to produce programs!

Keimon!

"Ah sneeze!"

Kei Fujiwara couldn't help but sneeze and sprayed all over the table.

"Have you caught a cold?" Arima Keixiang approached from behind, pulled out a tissue and handed it to Fujiwara Kei, and gently held Fujiwara Kei's neck with her arm.

"Well..." The weather was hot two days ago. Fujiwara Kei sweated all over and took a cold shower, and then he became like this.

Arima Guixiang has not returned to her home for a while, and has lived in Kei Fujiwara's apartment for two full months. When Kei Fujiwara lived alone, the apartment was furnished in a minimalist style, but now it is a bit homely. There are more and more cute dolls, Arima Guixiang's cat has recently given birth to a cub, and she is raised at Kei Fujiwara's house.

The kitten's "meow meow" sound is very soothing. Once Kei Fujiwara was bored and irritable while writing a manuscript, he would pick up a kitten and put it on his lap, and feed it with a syringe, feeding a group of kittens until their bellies were full.

Seeing that the kittens were getting fatter and fatter one by one, Arima Guixiang stopped feeding him any more.

"Is this a new script?" Arima Guixiang looked closer.

"It's not a script, it's just an outline..." Kei Fujiwara said.

There are five or six chapters of manuscript paper on the table, and each manuscript paper has a headline written on it. Under the headline is the introduction of the plot, the outline of the plot, the relationship between the characters, and the production budget, etc.

Arima Guixiang glanced at it, and found that each story was very innovative and unconventional, and immediately felt that if these were made into works, they would be able to attract her to watch them. Whether the story is good or not is just to say, these story ideas alone are enough to attract people to find out.

"Aren't these TV dramas, movie scripts? Are you planning to make a movie again?" Arima Guixiang asked.

"That guy Nagaji Ohno is urging." Kei Fujiwara smiled helplessly.

I think that a few months ago, Ono Nagaji was forcibly pulled by Fujiwara Kei to be a producer. At that time, Fujiwara Kei promised that he would write a script for Ono Nagaji after the movie.

The cake was big and sweet, and Choji Ohno finally agreed, and the film "Confession" achieved such a good result, which is also inseparable from the producer Changji Ohno. So now, it's time for Kei Fujiwara to fulfill his promise.

He listed several works in his mind that were suitable for the Japanese market, and planned to select a script that suited Ohno Nagaharu's style for filming.

At this time, there was a beeping sound in the kitchen, and Fujiwara Kei suddenly got goosebumps all over his body, and asked with a trembling voice: "What did you cook again?"

"The sweet stew will definitely be delicious this time!" Keixiang Arima gave a thumbs up and said confidently to Kei Fujiwara. Then he got up from Kei Fujiwara's lap, put on his slippers and went to the kitchen to serve soup.

Kei Fujiwara swallowed subconsciously, with a look of panic unconsciously showing in his eyes, he turned his head to look at the table, trying to write something quickly to make the illusion that he was very busy and had no time to drink soup, but found One piece of paper is missing.

Kei Fujiwara bent down and picked up the fallen script synopsis from the ground, thinking: This one... seems to be quite suitable for that guy Ohno.

"It's done, try it to see if it suits your taste."

Kei Fujiwara was stunned for a moment and lost the opportunity. Arima Guixiang walked over with the soup with a smile, put the soup on the table, and handed over a small porcelain spoon thoughtfully, saying that the iron spoon would affect the original taste of the food...

Fujiwara Kei lamented in his heart, then picked up the spoon and gently took a spoonful. However, his eyes widened slightly and he said with some surprise: "It tastes good..."

"Right!" Arima Guixiang said proudly, "I know my cooking skills have improved!"

"That's not true, our Guixiang is the most powerful." Fujiwara Kei smiled and patted Arima Guixiang's little butt in praise, and then suddenly thought of something, "By the way, my ink is almost running out, can you help me?" Can you buy a bottle from the convenience store downstairs?"

"Ink? Okay, what color is it?" Arima Guixiang picked up the hat and sunglasses and said.

"blue."

Arima Keika went out with her hat in hand, and the moment the door closed, Fujiwara Kei's expression changed drastically, and he quickly picked up tea and rinsed his mouth. Then he poured the whole bowl of soup into the kitchen sewer, and carefully cleaned the sink to avoid exposing any flaws.

Pepper in sweet soup! What on earth were you thinking! It's as if someone is in the pot!