"Well, Morikawa-san, since the manuscript has been delivered, if there is nothing else..."

"Wait a minute, Naoki-san!" Kuniji Morikawa suddenly thought of something, "Didn't we talk about a variety show before?"

"Ah, that "Newspeak Buzzword Award"." Nagayama Naoki said with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"It just so happens that our editor-in-chief Matsui Tsutomu is here. After I told him about your idea last time, he was very interested." Kuniji Morikawa invited Naoki Nagayama to the editor-in-chief's office to have a chat with the editor-in-chief.

Nagayama Naoki naturally agreed, but there was always an idea in his mind as he walked.

"Chief Editor Matsui Moshi? Wasn't he the chief editor before... was he promoted again?"

........

In Sekoda's mansion, Fukasaku Kinji was receiving Ishikawa Fumio. Fukasaku Kinji folded the newspaper and said:

"The nomination lists for the Academy Awards and the Blue Ribbon Film Awards have come out. Did "Love Letters" actually get nominations for almost all the awards?"

Ishikawa Fumio nodded helplessly: "Yes, they seem to want to win all the awards."

"Hahaha..." Fukasaku Kinji suddenly laughed.

"Why is Director Fukasaku laughing?" Fumio Ishikawa asked in confusion.

"I laugh at Nagayama Naoki and Ido Shuichi Shaozhi! Should I say they are too greedy?" Fukasaku Kinji said disdainfully, "If you focus on one or two awards, they are still very competitive. If you want them all,

, then it will definitely not be possible!”

"The jury can't let one movie take all the awards!"

"...They also have "High School" and "Midnight Ring"..." Ishikawa Fumio said next to him.

Hearing this familiar name, Fukasaku Kinji's face froze: ""Midnight Ring"? What's so good about this movie? It's just an ordinary horror movie..."

Ishikawa Fumio listened silently and complained mentally: "I obviously scared you like that, or is it just normal?"

"Also, didn't President Tanaka Tomoyuki promise to stop the selection of "The Ring"?" Fukasaku Kinji glared at Ishikawa Fumio.

Ishikawa Fumio was not panic at all: "Hi... So this time "The Ring" is judged for a small award, the Best Topic Award. After all, this movie has brought a lot of shadows to the audience and made many people

People are afraid of ordinary home appliances like televisions.”

Ishikawa Fumio, who was talking, turned around and discovered that there was no TV in Fukasaku Kinji's bedroom... How boring would it be for an old man who is bedridden without a TV!

Sure enough, it must be a psychological shadow!

Fukasaku Kinji didn't notice Ishikawa Fumio's little move, and snorted and said: "Such a small award is also an award. If you ask me, "Midnight Ring" should not appear on the nomination list!"

Ishikawa Fumio did not argue with the old man, but said:

"What Director Fukasaku and Chairman Tanaka mean is that there needs to be more support for "Snow". From the current news, there is basically no problem with "Narayama Festival" being the best movie. "Antarctic Story"

Ken Takakura has roughly decided on the Best Actor award, but the competition for Best Director and Best Actress is fierce between "The Mysterious Case of Tiancheng Mountain" and "Snow"."

"In addition, in terms of the Best Screenplay Award, "Love Letter" has a great advantage!"

"Huh? Best screenwriter? Why?"

"Because "Narayama Setka" and "Antarctic Story" are all adapted from real stories... "Love Letter" is adapted from a novel." Ishikawa Fumio said the reason.

"But, "Snow" is also adapted from a novel?"

"...But "Fair Snow" was already a novel decades ago, so how can "Love Letter" be as popular..."

"...How could this be possible!" Fukasaku Kinji's expression changed, and he muttered, "A good book is a book that has gone through time. Today's books are too shallow, and I don't know how to appreciate..."

Ishikawa Fumio listened to his complaints and did not say a word. After all, the director in front of him was almost 60 years old. When they were young decades ago, they naturally liked to read old novels.

"Also, Director Fukasaku, it seems that there are many forces competing among the judges... Originally there were only film production companies and other related film and television factions, but this time, even consortiums and publishing houses participated in the selection.

There are even some shadows of the underworld..."

"Is it so complicated this time?"

"Hi, so until the final result comes out, everything is uncertain." Fumio Ishikawa confirmed, "That's why President Tanaka wants to make more preparations..."

Fukasaku Kinji thought for a while and nodded: "I will find some old friends again..."

"Thank you so much~"

After continuing to say some pleasantries, Ishikawa Fumio heard the door open and Fukasaku Kinji's wife Nakahara Sanae came in carrying a plate.

"Dad, take medicine..."

"It's this kind of tonic again!" Kinji Fukasaku said unhappily, "Eat, eat, eat. After taking it for so long, I feel like my health is getting worse and worse!"

"This is the component of the medicine that is destroying the lesions in the body, so it will naturally have some impact on the body." Nakahara Sanae explained calmly, and nodded slightly towards Ishikawa Fumio, "Drink it quickly, you will be fine after drinking it.

!”

Fukasaku Kinji took a few sips with an unhappy look on his face, and angrily threw the half-empty bowl on the tray:

"It tastes terrible! I won't drink it anymore!"

"Eh... How could you, an old man, do this!" Sanae Nakahara seemed to be angry, "This is what I worked so hard for!"

"I won't drink if I say I won't!"

In fact, Fukasaku Kinji didn't really believe in this kind of nourishing decoction. What's more, his body was getting weaker and weaker during this period. At this time, his temper became anxious, like a troubled child.

"you!"

Sanae Nakahara looked at Kinji Fukasaku and ignored her, continuing to talk to Fumio Ishikawa, and could only put away the medicine bowl angrily.

Ishikawa Fumio didn't think much about it. It was normal for old couples to bicker.

So after continuing to chat with Fukasaku Kinji in the bedroom for a while, he was ready to leave:

"Director Fukasaku, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave~"

"Well, please rest assured, Chairman Tanaka, I will work harder." Kinji Fukasaku said, "We must not let Nagayama Naoki's "Love Letter" win the award!"

"Hmm~"

I really wanted to get up and leave, but Ishikawa Fumio saw Nakahara Sanae walking in again carrying a medicine bowl, which contained half a bowl of medicinal soup.

She walked to the bed and handed the bowl over, her face calm and firm:

"You bad old man, you just didn't finish half of the bowl, drink it quickly!"

Fukasaku Kinji was furious: "Didn't I tell you not to drink?!"

"This is the result of other people's hard work! Are you just going to waste it like this? Besides, the doctor said you must drink a bowl's worth of it every day! Otherwise, the previous treatment will be in vain! Hurry, while it's hot!"

"I told you not to drink!" Fukasaku Kinji shouted excitedly.

Sanae Nakahara's face became even more ugly. She seemed to be thinking a lot, and then pointed out the window: "Look there, there is a UFO!"

Fukasaku Kinji and Ishikawa Fumio subconsciously turned their heads, only to find a clear sky outside the window.

Then Ishikawa Fumio saw Nakahara Sanae holding Fukasaku Kinji's head with her right hand, and then quickly and accurately handed the medicine bowl to his mouth with her right hand, opened his mouth, and poured it in all at once!

Fukasaku Kinji was coughing from the drink, but a mouthful of the decoction had already entered his throat, so he could only say angrily:

"Come on! Do you want to murder your husband?!"

"Who told you not to drink?" Nakahara Sanae regained her virtuous appearance and bowed slightly towards Ishikawa Fumio, "Private Marseille, I was just rude. My husband has been as tempered as a child recently."

Ishikawa Fumio waved his hands repeatedly: "Ah...haha...I didn't see anything...if it's okay, I'll leave first!"

After saying that, he ran away in panic...

Fukasaku Kinji coughed for a long time before he recovered, and yelled at his wife: "You guy, I tell you, I won't drink anymore! Even if you force me to drink it this time, I won't drink it again!"

"I will definitely resist with all my strength when you feed me!!!"

Sanae Nakahara looked calm, looked at her husband and said:

"Anyway, you can't move. If you don't drink next time, then I will drink it first and hold your hands down...

Then feed it to you mouth to mouth!!!”

Fukasaku Kinji was frightened by this statement and glanced at the wrinkled face of the old woman...

"That's all...it's just a bowl of nourishing soup..."

"I...I just drink!"
Chapter completed!