Author: Sima Guitai

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 Asanuchi 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.

In 2016, he seemed to have received a bit of a cold reception - not really cold, but when applying for resources from Taiwan, it was not as easy as Fujiwara Keina'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 his 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.

No. This made him very disappointed. During this period of time, he also indulged in drinking and couldn't extricate himself.

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 is inevitable that some film critics and audiences will compare it, so Qingshui-san is very nervous, right?"

"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 plots of other similar dramas, so it will be much more difficult to expand new audience groups."

Qingshui Qianchun couldn't help but glance at Takada Kenji again. He saw that this guy's cheeks were red and the smell of alcohol was very strong in his mouth. 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."

Well, I do not exclude healthy competition in any 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!"

"Takada-kun, you are drunk." Qingshui Qianchong dissatisfiedly pushed away Takada Kenji's hand on his shoulder, stood up and left.

What the hell, this guy has no manners at all when he is drunk. I am not just a senior, I am also an elder! Qingshui Qianchong was dissatisfied.

However, 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 of the tip" and left.

Takada Kenji looked at Qing Shui Qian's leaving figure, but his eyes slowly became clear, and he said to the bartender: "Martini."

The bartender looked at him sadly, and then began to mix the drinks with great difficulty.

Kenji Takada sighed silently in his heart. At least Shimizu Asaki was still filming. What about him? His qualifications were not as good as Shimizu Asaki's, and his ability to withstand the tide of factional fighting was 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 was so bad. I gradually felt resentful. These guys only wanted to engage in internal fighting and didn’t care about the show! It would have been better for Fukuyama Station to plummet like this!

But Fukuyamadai is now holding the golden signboard of Yuejiu drama, and it still has at least five or six years of good life. Kenji Takada knows this truth, but he will continue to bow down to the current nepotism of Fukuyamadai tomorrow.

I didn’t feel that when I worked under Director Yoshida Kashi before. At that time, I even felt that Director Yoshida’s approach of basing everything on ratings was too much pressure on people. Now I feel that it is measured based on work performance rather than human relations.

How rare a person's workplace environment is. Now he is like a wild crane every day, but he misses Yoshida Kashi from the bottom of his heart.

However, such a capable station director went to other production companies after retirement... Guy Fujiwara Kei...

At this time, the martini was ready, and the bartender placed 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 perform at your previous level and give these guys who only know how to create factions

, take a look with a little color! 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 Keika 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. Kei Fujiwara sweated all over and took a cold shower, and then he became like this.

Arima Keika has not been back to her home for a while. She has lived in Kei Fujiwara's apartment for two full months. When Kei Fujiwara lived alone, the apartment was decorated in a minimalist style, but now it feels a bit homely.

I feel like there are more and more cute dolls. Arima Katsura’s cat recently gave birth to cubs and they were raised at Kei Fujiwara’s house.

The sound of a kitten's "meow, meow" is very soothing. Once Kei Fujiwara gets bored and irritable while writing a manuscript, he will pick up a kitten and put it on his lap, feed it with a syringe, and

A group of kittens are fed until their bellies are full.

Seeing that the kittens were getting fatter and fatter one by one, Arima Guixiang stopped letting him feed them anymore, and if he continued to feed them, they would reach three levels.

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

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

There are five or six chapters of manuscript paper placed on the table. Each piece of manuscript paper has a big title written on it. Under the big title, there is the plot introduction, plot summary, character setting and relationship, and production budget, etc.

Arima Guixiang took a look at it. Every story was very innovative and unconventional. She immediately felt that if these were made into works, they would attract her to watch them. Whether the stories are good or not, the creativity of these stories alone is amazing.

It's fascinating enough to find out.

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

"That guy Ohno Nagaharu is urging me." Kei Fujiwara smiled helplessly.

I think a few months ago, Ohno Nagaharu was forcibly recruited by Kei Fujiwara to become a producer. At that time, Fujiwara Kei promised that he would write a special script for Ohno Nagaharu after this movie.

The pie turned out to be big and sweet, and Ohno Nagaharu finally agreed. The film "Confession" has achieved such good results, which is inseparable from Ohno Nagaharu, the producer. So now, it is also Kei Fujiwara's turn.

It's time to make good on your 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?"

"Sweet stew, it will definitely be delicious this time!" Katsura Arima gave a thumbs up and said confidently to Kei Fujiwara. Then she got up from Kei Fujiwara's lap, put on her slippers and went "ta da da"

I went to the kitchen to serve soup.

Kei Fujiwara swallowed subconsciously, with a look of panic in his eyes. He turned to look at the table, wanting to write something quickly to make it look like he was busy and had no time to drink soup, but he found that there was something on the table.

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."

Fujiwara Kei was stunned for a moment and lost the opportunity. Arima Katsura came over with a smile, put the soup on the table, and thoughtfully handed over a small porcelain spoon, saying that the iron spoon would affect

The true taste of 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 Keixiang said proudly, "I knew my cooking skills had 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. He quickly picked up the tea and rinsed his mouth. Then he poured the whole bowl of soup into the kitchen sewer, and carefully cleaned the sink.

, don’t show off your flaws.
Chapter completed!