Chapter 227: This movie should be banned

Will was actually completely wrong.

How could AV cause an argument in Japan?

If the daughter wanted to watch it, maybe the father would recommend it to her; it's impossible to cause a big argument.

But 'Sound of the Wind' was different.

Since it was released in Japan on March 7th, it has been a week now.

During this week, it became a highly controversial and unconventional topic in Japanese society.

While being cursed and hated by many Japanese, it also attracted the attention of many other Japanese teenagers.

The arguments caused by this were perfectly normal.

That 15-second advertisement that TBS started broadcasting on March 1st was undoubtedly the beginning of these arguments and controversies.

When Ayase Haruka saw that advertisement for the first time, she was cleaning the carpet with a vacuum cleaner at home.

As a rising star in the Japanese entertainment industry, this was her rare day off.

After the great success of 'Midnight Sun', the advertisements, TV shows, and movie invitations she received were continuous.

At her busiest, she worked around the clock for 24 hours a day, sometimes even without time to sleep, and could only close her eyes for a nap during makeup.

The weather in Tokyo on this day was just right, the sunlight was beautiful, and the cherry blossoms on the street began to bloom, welcoming tourists from all over the world. For Tokyo, March is undoubtedly the most beautiful season of the year.

Therefore, in this peaceful and harmonious atmosphere, the sound of artillery fire coming from the TV was so abrupt to Ayase Haruka and many Japanese people.

Since appearing in 'Midnight Sun', she subconsciously turned the TV to TBS every time she was at home, and today was no exception.

So, what was going on?

Ayase Haruka didn't have the slightest psychological preparation, and subconsciously looked up.

I saw that on the screen of her 42-inch big TV, this moment was a pure black background.

A line of bright red handwritten Japanese characters flashed in it:

"A war that lasted for eight years."

The screen flashed immediately, and scenes switched quickly:

A pier full of Japanese soldiers.

A military meeting in progress with officers sitting full.

Takeshi Kitano in military uniform stood in front of a map, his eyes fierce, murderous, and with a "swish," he pulled out the military sword from his waist.

Ayase Haruka widened her eyes instantly.

Takeshi Kitano in military decoration was something she had never seen before; likewise, the sound of war drums and the gold and iron horses brought by this also caught her off guard.

Actually, it wasn't just Ayase Haruka; later, TBS interviewed many Japanese people in market research,

almost everyone expressed in unison that they were first attracted to the 'The Message' advertisement precisely because of the sound of gunfire that they couldn't hear in daily TV programs.

Indeed, in the daily TV programs of the little devils, you really can't see any war movies or TV dramas.

Part of the reason is the same as the devil ZF modifying their primary and secondary school textbooks... wanting the Japanese people to forget the war and cover up the heinous crimes they once committed.

In short, the reason 'The Message' advertisement could be released on TBS on March 1st was partly because TBS was constrained by this cunning guy Chen Nuo and had no choice but to do so.

On the other hand, it was also thanks to this honeymoon period of China-Japan-US relations around 2008.

It was through the efforts of many parties that a temporary result was achieved.

Likewise,

except for the relevant personnel of China Film and a few people in 'The Message' crew including Chen Nuo, and the advertisement's main producers Wong Kar-wai and Ning Hao,

no one knew,

this background sound that attracted countless Japanese people from the very beginning was actually taken from a segment of the Chinese movie 'The Battle of Taierzhuang'.

At this moment, accompanied by the wailing of the Japanese invaders being killed by Chinese soldiers in 'The Battle of Taierzhuang' and the rumbling of war,

the screen in Ayase Haruka's eyes darkened,

and for the second time, a line of subtitles emerged.

"Hundreds of millions of people were caught in the flames of war."

The screen switched quickly again.

A street in an unknown city being bombed by airplanes, citizens running around,

warplanes with the sun flag flying across the dark sky,

a beautiful long-haired woman sitting in an old-fashioned car looking out the window, her black and white eyes reflected in the window,

above a manor, there was a man leaning on a military sword and wearing a Japanese khaki military uniform.

His upper body was hidden in the darkness, and Ayase Haruka couldn't see his face clearly.

However, the white gloves on his hands and the straight military uniform on his body showed his identity as a Japanese noble officer.

The screen darkened,

Another line of text followed: "The first Asian actor to win an Oscar."

Wong Kar-wai's personally edited advertisement was really good-looking, making Ayase Haruka's hands loosen unknowingly, and the vacuum cleaner in her hand fell onto the carpet.

She stared at the TV screen without blinking, watching the man in the darkness slowly walk out of the shadows in the house,

and that face with distinct lines that made people unforgettable was exposed to the light bit by bit.

First starting from the pointed and thin chin with a bit of blue stubble, then the thin lips with a faint arc, then the wings of the nose, the high-bridged nose,

immediately after, just about to reveal his eyes, the screen went black again.

Two red Chinese characters filled the entire screen:

"Chen Nuo." Next to it were a few vertical characters: "Chinese actor."

The screen returned, directly a super large and super clear close-up of the character.

That face was finally revealed, and those handsome and deep features were reflected in Ayase Haruka's eyes, making her want to grab something with her hand suddenly.

But the vacuum cleaner had fallen, she had nowhere to hold, and she really couldn't move her eyes away, so she had to stand blankly in place, looking at the TV screen.

The face on the screen began to change expressions.

His face twitched slightly, the left corner of his mouth tilted upward, revealing a somewhat ferocious smile.

This smile wasn't the kind of gentle and sunny smile she had seen on the show before, like a neighbor boy, which made people feel warm and moved when they saw it,

but revealed an indescribable evil and cold smile.

It made people know that this must be a terrible and cruel man.

However... however...

Ayase Haruka's heart beat faster.

Immediately, the man's face disappeared, and the screen went black again.

Two lines of subtitles emerged one after another:

"A battle between truth and lies."

"The ultimate battle of wits; find the mole."

At this time, the figures of many men and women flashed on the TV one after another.

They had different expressions and different forms.

Some were wearing military uniforms, some were wearing suits, and some were wearing cheongsams.

Some were innocent, some were beautiful, some were sorrowful, and some were feminine.

But everyone had very distinct characteristics.

The screen went completely dark.

Three blood-red characters "Sound of the Wind" suddenly appeared on the TV screen.

Below that was: "March 7th, opening nationwide in Japan."

The sound of gunfire stopped abruptly.

The TV screen in Ayase Haruka's home jumped out of the intense sound and picture just now.

A woman with a bright smile held a toothbrush, revealing two rows of white teeth, brushing her teeth excitedly, and the voiceover sounded: "Lion Pearl Whitening Toothpaste..."

Ayase Haruka looked at the TV screen and was stunned for a while, then bent down to pick up the vacuum cleaner.

Fortunately, she lived alone; otherwise, the rippling flesh light revealed in the collar of her loose T-shirt at this moment would really make people dizzy. Not worthy of the nickname "Milk Haruka,"

she turned on the vacuum cleaner and continued to clean the room, but the advertisement she just saw kept appearing in her mind.

So fast, his new movie was released in Japan again.

And, this time he played a Japanese soldier in it.

Ayase Haruka's originally somewhat melancholy mood, for some reason, suddenly got better.

Her mouth also began to imitate the sound of gunfire on TV just now, treating the vacuum cleaner as a machine gun, and started firing "bang bang bang" and "pa pa pa" at the air.

Although, impossible.

However, if he really... that would be too great.

……

……

At the same time Ayase Haruka saw the advertisement, in a small cinema in Gotanda, Shinagawa Ward, Tokyo.

"Shota, please tell your father that this time our Kurokawa Cinema can give you a screening hall. However, after this, our Kurokawa Cinema will no longer screen your company's movies, and the contract ends here. Please understand."

A young man with two beautiful small mustaches bowed slightly to Nakamura Shota and said.

Twenty-eight-year-old Nakamura Shota hadn't reached the age of being unable to show his emotions, and was shocked upon hearing this, saying repeatedly: "Namazu-kun, are you serious? This, why is this?" Kurokawa Namazu, the third-generation curator of Kurokawa Cinema, sighed slightly and said: "I'm very sorry, Shota, because the times have changed. We also have to consider survival. Nowadays, the cost of screening each movie is getting higher and higher, and the salaries of employees are constantly rising with the changes of the times."

"Now is no longer the era when we could maintain survival as long as we had a few movies released and guaranteed an attendance rate of 20% to 30%. Therefore, in order not to let the cause of my ancestors be ruined in my hands, I have to make this decision."

"Let the cooperation with your company for nearly 30 years end after the screening of this movie."

"Shota, listen to my advice. Don't stubbornly only distribute those outdated movies; this way, your Nakamura family will definitely head towards the abyss."

"Hurry back and persuade your father."

"I know you have hope for this movie, but in my opinion. Even with Chen's joining, absolutely not many people will be interested in it."

"This kind of war movie, Japanese people won't like it. Even 'Pearl Harbor' is the same, isn't it?"

"I estimate that the attendance rate on the opening day will not exceed 10%. This is already the most optimistic estimate."

Nakamura Shota argued: "Namazu-kun, we have already reached an agreement with TBS, and we will play advertisements on it, definitely, definitely won't be like what you said."

Kurokawa Namazu showed a smile, "I know, you said it last time, you will play advertisements for more than ten days starting from today. Otherwise, how could I agree to give you a screening hall this time?"

"Shota, this is the last thing I can do for you. That's it, I'm very sorry. After this, you don't have to come again. My mind is made up."

Nakamura Shota heard Kurokawa Namazu's rather heavy words, and his eyes were suddenly filled with tears.

Also as a third-generation successor, he actually understood the heaviness and helplessness in Kurokawa's words very well.

"Hai, I understand, Namazu-kun."

After bowing to each other with Kurokawa Namazu, Nakamura Shota walked out of Kurokawa Cinema with heavy steps.

Before going out, he couldn't help but look back again.

A lonely poster, among many Japanese movie posters, was so inconspicuous.

However, he believed that anyone who saw the movie poster of 'Sound of the Wind' would have to admit that it was so beautiful.

The poster was divided into upper, middle, and lower grids by red ink.

The three characters 'Sound of the Wind' were arranged from top to bottom.

Beside each character, there were two very recognizable faces.

Nakamura Shota wasn't familiar with most of them; he had only come into contact with the two men arranged in the upper right and middle left. One old and one young, one ugly and one handsome.

Petals of pink cherry blossoms drifted down from the upper left of the poster, and one petal happened to fall on the lips of the woman with a sorrowful look in the lower right corner,

looking like it had a lingering beauty.

Finally, the scattered cherry blossoms fell to the bottom of the poster screen, falling into a pool of red blood, stirring up layers of ripples,

but the saturation of the blood was very low, looking not only not terrifying, but having a kind of elegant beauty.

"Sigh." Nakamura Shota couldn't help but sigh again.

Although he knew this was a poster specially made for the Japanese market by the mainland film production company.

The purpose was to weaken the war color in the film and attract those audiences who walked into the cinema by accident to watch their movie.

However, will it really be used?

He begged for a long time, and Kurokawa Cinema only agreed to give them a screening hall on March 7th. And, using the excuse that the facade was too small, only agreed to let them post one poster.

His confidence was also worn away bit by bit.

Nakamura Shota walked slowly through the small alley outside Kurokawa Cinema, the wind rolled up the cherry blossom petals behind him, and didn't make a sound.

However, the next day, after sleeping in the car for a night, he went to visit Fukada Cinema in Shinjuku, trying to see if he could pester the other party to give another screening hall to make up for the loss at Kurokawa Cinema.

Inexplicably, he received a completely different treatment from Kurokawa.

The voice of 50-year-old Fukada Taro was not only very loud, but also very pleasant when it reached Nakamura Shota's ears.

"Nakamura-kun, no problem. We have all prepared, Fukada Cinema has a total of five screening halls, and now we are preparing to arrange three screening halls for 'Sound of the Wind'. You just need to send the copy."

Nakamura Shota was very stunned, because Fukada Taro didn't have this attitude when he came last time. It could even be said that it was a hundred times worse than Kurokawa Namazu. If Nakamura Shota hadn't knelt on the ground and begged, they wouldn't have given even one.

"Fukada-uncle, this..."

Nakamura Shota suspected that the other party was playing some kind of joke on him.

Fukada Taro's clean-shaven old face laughed heartily, revealing two rows of teeth, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Shota, our Fukada family and your Nakamura family are old friends. Remember, if the copies are not enough, give priority to sending them to us, understand?"

Nakamura Shota blinked his ignorant eyes and answered at a loss: "Hai."

What's going on?

Nakamura Shota bid farewell to Fukada Taro with such doubts. Walking out, the phone in his pocket rang; it was Kurokawa Namazu.

Like Fukada Taro, Kurokawa Namazu's tone was completely different from last time, not only very friendly, but also without any serious and heavy feeling.

"Shota-kun, good afternoon, may I ask if you have time now? I want to talk to you again about the screening of 'Sound of the Wind'. I have thought about it for a long time, and I feel that the friendship inherited from our ancestors cannot be broken in my hands"

Nakamura Shota spent this day in a daze, because next, not only Fukada and Kurokawa,

all seven cinemas they cooperated with in Tokyo called one after another, all changing their cold faces from before, and all asked to talk to him again about the screening matters.

This made him feel warm in his heart during this chilly March.

He hurriedly picked up the phone to report the good news to his father Nakamura Hiroki, who was contacting cinemas in the Kinki region in Osaka.

Unexpectedly, after Nakamura Hiroki finished listening to his excited words, he asked very calmly: "Shota, how many days have you not been to the company?"

Nakamura Shota's excited words stopped abruptly.

Five days. Ever since you handed over the task of contacting cinemas in the Kanto region to me, I haven't wasted time at that company that only has two employees left. Every day I sleep in the car, and I haven't even returned home.

This answer was on the tip of his tongue, but Nakamura Shota still swallowed these implied complaints and lied: "I went yesterday."

Nakamura Hiroki didn't delve into his lie, but said lightly: "Go home and have a good sleep today. After you go to the company tomorrow, you will understand."

At night, Nakamura Shota obediently went home to sleep.

The next morning, he didn't go to any cinema halls; in fact, there was no need to now.

When he walked into the two-story small building of their Tohong Cinema just a little bit past work time, before he went upstairs, he heard the intermittent talking on the floor.

It was the two employees currently left in their company, one was Matsui Yuko from the front desk administration, and the other was Fujita Ayako in charge of finance.

What shocked him was that the one currently seemingly answering the phone wasn't Matsui, but Sister Fujita, who was usually the laziest.

"Yes, we currently... Yes, in Tokyo there is only... Yes, very sorry."

When Nakamura Shota walked up the steps, Fujita seemed to have hung up the phone, but the next second, the phone rang again.

It was answered immediately, and this time Nakamura Shota heard it more clearly.

"Hai, Tohong Cinema. Hai, 'Sound of the Wind' is a movie distributed by our company... Yes, in Shinagawa Ward there is only one cinema screening it... Yes, that's right, the screening time is the early morning of the 7th... Yes, that is Chen Nuo-kun... Hai, goodbye."

Click.

The phone hung up.

Immediately, the ringing sound rang again.

When Nakamura Shota walked to the second floor, the scene he saw was that Sister Fujita was already answering the third phone call.

And Matsui Yuko wasn't that she didn't come to work; she was actually in the office.

Seeing him come, that Matsui Yuko, who was in her 30s and had a very gentle and pleasant voice, showed an expression of "saved," stood up to greet him, opened her mouth, and said a sentence.

Nakamura Shota didn't hear a single word clearly.

Because Matsui Yuko's throat seemed to be blocked by a stone, and only a hissing airflow was spat out from the gap.

How could it be possible to distinguish what she was saying.

If it weren't for a few people from the neighboring society coming to watch the excitement, Nakamura Shota wouldn't have known how long he would have to wait to know what exactly happened.

Because the phone on the front desk almost didn't have any interruption, and Sister Fujita couldn't spare time at all to explain to him what the situation was now.

Finally, amidst the chatter of those few neighboring society employees, Nakamura Shota knew that this situation started from the morning of March 2nd, which was after the first day's advertisement of 'Sound of the Wind' was broadcast.

These people who called were all because they couldn't find information about the movie in the surrounding cinemas, so they searched for this distribution company on the internet and called to inquire.

Yesterday, Matsui Yuko excitedly answered the phone for a whole day, and in the end, couldn't speak at all.

That's why Fujita Ayako answered the phone today.

Nakamura Shota was dumbfounded and didn't dare to believe: "That advertisement... is it very powerful?" Because TBS had always been in direct contact with the Huanxin company, he had never seen it at all, and because he felt uncomfortable yesterday, he slept in the car for a night and never thought about going back to see it.

Matsui Yuko showed an excited expression on the side, but unfortunately, her throat couldn't squeeze out a single word, so she had to use both hands to gesture thumbs up and wave forcefully in the air.

A male employee next door saw this and smiled: "I think Miss Matsui should want to say, too powerful."

Matsui Yuko nodded repeatedly, showing an expression of agreement.

That employee then said: "Actually, I also think so. The advertisement is really very attractive, and I will definitely go to support it when the time comes."

Nakamura Shota hurriedly bowed and said: "Thank you."

"No need. Actually, besides Chen-kun, I also want to go see the mainland beauty inside, haha..."

Just one chapter tonight, the next chapter didn't have time to modify

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