Chapter 561 559, the Governor Is Allowed to Set the Fire, but You Are Not Allowed to Say Anything About Me!

"Naoki-san, long time no see~"

I saw Takashi Honma and his apprentice Naoya Sakata again in the Honma Architectural Design Office. The two of them rushed back to Tokyo from Kyoto in the morning.

At the small reception table, Naoki Nagayama and Takashi Honma were sitting on each side. Naoya Sakata served hot tea to them in turn, and then sat aside and chatted for a while.

There is a young girl with short hair in the workroom over there, like a shy child during the Chinese New Year. She is hiding in the workroom and is probably the one who answered the phone before, Shinkai Ishida~

"Homma-san and Sakata-kun, I'm really sorry for calling you back suddenly." Nagayama Naoki apologized slightly.

"Haha, it doesn't matter. The main body of the courtyard in Kyoto has been completed. The next painting and decoration only needs us to check and accept it. We don't need to keep an eye on it all the time."

Takashi Honma responded with a smile and reported on the progress of the courtyard.

“It is estimated that the construction of the house will be completed around February.

In the next few months, we will perfect the landscaping and adjustments to the exterior courtyard. So final delivery in June is absolutely no problem! "

"Will this courtyard landscape take a season?" I was very happy when I heard the progress, but when I heard that the courtyard actually took so long, Naoki Nagayama was a little surprised.

Naoya Sakata answered helpfully: "Naoki-mulberry, the landscape layout of the courtyard is a very detailed work. The matching of different plants, construction and shaping take time, and some vegetation needs warmer weather before transplanting.

And in order to protect the landscape, we also need to replace some dead plants that are not suitable."

"In short, if it is completed in June, the courtyard will be a complete, beautiful and formed building."

After hearing the explanation, Naoki Nagayama nodded. He still trusted Honma Design Office, which he had cooperated with for so long.

After continuing to chat about the Kyoto courtyard for a while, Naoki Nagayama revealed the reason for his visit:

"Homma-san, Sakata-kun, I have called you back in a hurry this time because I have another commission to ask of you."

As he spoke, Naoki Nagayama took out the information that Keiko Fujita had given him before, pointed to the one in Harajuku and said: "This year, the company decided to build a new type of nightclub called KTV.

You can refer to the format of a club, but it’s in the form of small boxes and has karaoke equipment.”

Nagayama Naoki told the two of them what they needed to design, and both the master and the apprentice actually took out a small notebook to record it. It was obvious at a glance that they were of the same origin.

"In terms of design style, it needs to be moderately luxurious, but not too luxurious. What is the word? Light luxury!" Nagayama Naoki said nonstop, "It also needs good sound insulation effect. Some guests will cry like ghosts."

As the saying goes, the more repressed you are, the more powerful your emotions will explode. Japan has too much repression at work and in social life, and it will be more exposed in KTV.

The two people opposite recorded the key points for several pages, and then Takashi Honma asked: "Naoki-san, does it sound like this is a model that is different from other nightclubs on the market and is unique to your company?"

"Haha, yes!" Nagayama Naoki said with a smile, "Homma-san, in addition to this one, we will open many KTVs in the future! So we can say that there are endless commissions like this!"

"this"

Takashi Honma's heart beat a little faster. Although it is not a challenging commission like the Samadhi Residence or the Kyoto Garden, such a business commission can undoubtedly bring a large amount of stable business to the office!

Under Naoki Nagayama's several major moves, Honma Architects has grown from a small family-run studio to a small design office with three members. This year, there has been a series of commissions. The largest architectural design in Tokyo What is the name of the office?

"Hi, Naoki-san, we will definitely do our best!" Takashi Honma assured firmly, "We will provide a preliminary design within a week!"

"Hahaha, that's the best~" Nagayama Naoki was very happy, and then found another one from the information, "By the way, this is another private commission. I bought a piece of land near Lake Toya. Designed like a holiday cabin.”

After Naoki Nagayama left, Shinkai Ishida walked out of the workroom and looked at Takashi Honma and Naoya Sakata who were reading the information:

"Teacher, Sakata-senpai. Is the client just now a big client of our firm? That star, Naoki Nagayama?"

Naoya Sakata smiled and said: "Hahaha, that can no longer be said to be a big client, it is simply a reborn parent! You know, last year alone, our design office earned at least 300 million!"

"Sakata, don't talk nonsense!" Takashi Honma patted Naoya Sakata's forehead with a notebook, and then said to Ishida Shinkai, "Naoki-san is indeed the great patron, and Gu Shinkai-chan should come out and get to know him. There’s a lot of need for contact.”

"Teacher, I'm just a designer! When it comes to contacting clients, aren't there teachers and Sakata-senpai?" Ishida Shinkai is relatively relaxed in front of acquaintances, and there is a hint of coquettishness in his tone.

"You." Honma Takashi shook his head. Ishida Shinkai is the daughter of his family friend and has been treated as a descendant. "In that case, the design of the holiday home next to Lake Toya will be left to you! "

"Hi~" Ishida Shinkai took the information and was surprised, "Is it so big? Nagayama Naoki is really rich~"

Naoya Sakata smiled and said: "That's right. The house we live in now was also designed by us! Chiyoda's Yamazakura-in~"

"Really"

Naoki Nagayama was driving home when his nose felt itchy and he couldn't help but sneeze.

"Caught a cold? You shouldn't be~" Nagayama Naoki touched his nose strangely, "Some guy must be scolding me behind my back!"

In the villa located in Seguda, Fukasaku Kinji angrily slapped the newspaper on the small table on the bed.

I don’t know why, but since the Chinese New Year, my body has become weaker and weaker, and I have begun to stay in bed for recuperation. He thought it was due to the treatment of prostate disease, coupled with his old age and low winter temperatures, which caused his physical weakness.

At this time, he was losing his temper after seeing a report:

"Akina Nakamori's performance is so classic, there will be no more "Winter Love" from now on!

There are so many love movies in winter, how could this "Love Letter" have such a big impact! There is also a new actor who plays a different role! "

"This guy Nagayama Naoki is so shameless! He dares to let the newspaper publish anything!"

His wife Sanae Nakahara heard the noise and came over: "What's wrong? Being so angry is not good for your health."

"That guy is so irritating!" Fukasaku Kinji said, "He actually did such a thing just to win an award!"

"Nani?" Sanae Nakahara picked up the newspaper, glanced at the report twice and shook his head, "What's the point? When Fukasaku-san was competing for the prize, didn't he also let the reporters boast a lot?"

"this"

Fukasaku Kinji was choked and had nothing to say, he could only stare at his wife angrily.

What I can do does not mean that Naoki Nagayama can do it!

Do you know what it means that only state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps?

Also, just because I can do something, it doesn’t mean that I can’t despise him, Naoki Nagayama!

Do you know what it means to be lenient to yourself and strict to others?

In short, you are not allowed to talk about me!

"What do you, an old woman who knows nothing, know?!" Fukasaku Kinji was furious and incompetent, "Bring me the phone quickly, I want to call Tanaka Tomoyuki!"

Sanae Nakahara had no choice but to put the phone on the small table on the bed.

Fukasaku Kinji dialed Tanaka Yuyuki's number and listened to the beeping sound coming from the phone very irritably.

"Moses Moses, this is the Tanaka family." A young and soft female voice came.

"Moses Moses, this is Fukasaku Kinji. Is Tanaka Yuyuki here?"

"Hi! Please wait a moment." The female voice on the phone came back, and the sound of small steps away slowly faded away.

Fukasaku Kinji was a little curious. Tanaka Tomoyuki's wife was also quite old and her children were all working. Could this person in his house be a nanny? There really is life.

waited a while

"Moses Moses, Fukasaku-san." Tanaka Yuyuki's voice came out.

"Tanaka-san, I saw the report about "Love Letter" in the newspaper. Don't you care about such outrageous language?!" Fukasaku Kinji directly stated the purpose of his visit, "With this momentum, they obviously put all the All my money is bet on "Love Letter"!

"Fukasaku-san, you are talking as if the newspaper is run by my family." Tanaka Yuyuki complained, "Am I in charge? How am I in charge?!"

Fukasaku Kinji was a little strange. With Tanaka Yuyuki's status in the industry and Toho's relationship, how could he not suppress a few reports?

"Tanaka-san, what's wrong with you? You look exhausted. Don't you want "Snow" to win the award?"

When it comes to his own movies, Tanaka seems to be more energetic: "Of course, "Snow" is competing for the Best Actress and Best Director awards and it also has a chance."

"This" Fukasaku Kinji didn't understand.

"Sayuri Yoshinaga is still capable," Tanaka Yuyuki only said, "so there is still hope for the best actress. And for the best director, Ichikawa Kun's chance is still a little bit behind."

"How? And other awards?"

Tanaka Yuyuki said slowly: "When Fukasaku-san was chatting with Toho's senior executives today, I heard a piece of news."

"What news?" Fukasaku Kinji knew that this news was what made Tanaka Yuyuki lose his fighting spirit.

"They said that during the chat, the representative of the Sasakawa Foundation mentioned a new idol in his agency and said that he has a good chance of winning the best newcomer in the film industry this year."

"Sasakawa Foundation?" Fukasaku Kinji thought for a while, "Kenyin? Nakamori Akina?"

"Yes." Tanaka Yuyuki sighed, "Now that the words have been released, the Sasakawa Foundation means to support Nakamori Akina!"

Fukasaku Kinji was silent for a moment.

These consortiums have always been very low-key, focused on making money, and generally do not speak out in the selection of the entertainment industry. Now that they have spoken out publicly this time, it means that they will use the resources of the consortium to support them, and also to say hello to other forces. .

After more than ten seconds, Fukasaku Kinji once again awakened his fighting spirit: "But Tanaka-san, it's just a newcomer award, and there is no support for other awards!"

".Fukasaku-san, isn't this a convenient thing? Besides, Shuichi Itou has been very active in the academic faction recently, and he has attracted a group of people to support "Love Letter", which is already quite a strength. "

"No, that means there is still a chance!" Kinji Fukasaku seemed to be obsessed, "Tanaka-san's "The Makioka Snow", this year's "Antarctic Story" and "The Case of Amaseyama". And the famous "The Ballad of Narayama"!

The chance of Naoki Nagayama's "Love Letter" will still be very small! You can't give up!"

Tanaka Tomoyuki was stunned for a moment: "Fukasaku-san, is Naoki Nagayama's "Love Letter" important to you?"

Kinji Fukasaku said viciously: "Naoki Nagayama is not important, and "Love Letter" is not important either, but Naoki Nagayama's "Love Letter" did not win the award, which is very important to me!!!"

"."Tanaka Tomoyuki didn't want to pay attention to Kinji Fukasaku, who had some extreme thoughts, "Fukasaku-san, I am also asking people to praise "The Makioka Snow" in the media. Don't forget to ask your people in Shochiku to take action!"

"Tanaka-san, I will naturally not forget what I promised." Kinji Fukasaku said, "I will also find some people to criticize "Love Letter" for whining."

You actually want to discredit the movie that the foundation strongly promotes? Tanaka Tomoyuki felt that this guy didn't want to be in the entertainment industry anymore.

".Keep it up."

"You should also let the review committee review it carefully!" said Fukasaku Kinji, "You should also say hello to the Japan Film and Television Producers Association!"

"Hey, I will~" Tanaka Tomoyuki said a few perfunctorily and hung up the phone.

Fukasaku Kinji thought for a while, and called several of his students and old friends again, asking those who could not contact the real upper class to help discredit "Love Letter" and Naoki Nagayama, and also called his confidante Matsuzaka Keiko to ask her to help.

After several calls, he was so thirsty~

"Mom! Pour me some water! Do you want to kill me with thirst?" Fukasaku Kinji shouted calmly outside the house, "Also, take the phone away!"

After a while, the door of the room opened, Sanae Nakahara came over with a bowl of soup:

"Hot water is too unnutritious. The tonic soup is already cooked. Let's drink this!"

"Another tonic soup with a weird taste?" Fukasaku Kinji frowned, "I don't want to drink it!"

"Dad, this soup is good for your health! Have you forgotten?"

Fakasaku Kinji recalled that every time he drank this soup, he felt warm from his mouth to his stomach, and then he would feel very relaxed and sleep well. It is really good for the body!

"Okay, bring it here!" Fukasaku Kinji took the bowl and started drinking it.

Sanae Nakahara, who was standing next to him, slowly put the phone back in place, and then smiled as she watched her husband finish the medicine.

"Dad, take a good rest and you'll recover soon!"

"Need I say that?!" Kinji Fukasaku lay down and said unhappily, "Go close the door tightly, the cold wind is blowing in!"

"Hi~"

Sanae Nakahara gently helped Kinji Fukasaku take down the small table, tucked in the quilt, then took the empty bowl, slowly left the room and closed the sliding door, which was originally closed, again.