Chapter 272: The four major evil arts of Asia? How much money?

"Why, while talking, did you stay to eat the bento, Naoki?!"

Shuichi Indo looked at Naoki Nagayama, who was holding the set bento, very puzzled. Just now, it was exactly lunchtime. When the crew came to distribute the bento, Naoki Nagayama took one without any sense of being an outsider, and then ate it under the tree.

And he ate it especially fragrantly, making people can't help but feel the emotion: "If this person sits at the door of a restaurant to eat, he will definitely attract many customers."

"Ma~ this is also a matter of no choice~" Naoki Nagayama answered somewhat unclearly. "When hungry, who can refuse a fragrant pork cutlet bento~"

Shuichi Indo looked at the curry beef bento in his hand and really wanted to say: Naoki, the pork cutlet bento in your hand should have belonged to me...

"Naoki-san, you are already so rich... isn't it delicious to order one at the restaurant next door?"

Naoki Nagayama took a bite of the crispy-outside-and-tender-inside pork cutlet, felt the crispy skin and the tender meat, chewed it slightly, and felt the deliciousness of the meat juice and the aroma of the fat, swallowed it mixed with the slight sweetness of the white rice, and a sense of satisfaction from eating delicious food jumped to his heart.

Then he poured another mouthful of 1982 cola. The tiny bubbles of the carbonated drink exploded in his mouth. The sweetness, vanilla, cinnamon brought by dozens of ingredients... brought constant stimulation to the taste buds, and finally turned into a sigh of satisfaction:

"Sure enough, pork cutlet with cola is saiko!"

"Shuichi-san, eating this kind of bento is mainly about a kind of sentiment, do you know sentiment!" Naoki Nagayama used his empty mouth to brainwash Shuichi Indo. "Even a millionaire will go to eat at a street stall~"

Facing this statement, Shuichi Indo used chopsticks to stuff a ball of rice into his mouth: "Don't even know what you are talking about... clearly it's just sponging a meal~"

"..." Naoki Nagayama didn't speak and continued to enjoy the bento.

After visiting Shuichi Indo at the set, Naoki Nagayama planned to go back. Anyway, this kind of delinquent harassment wouldn't have any danger. It was just the Matsuba-kai showing its attitude, and it would disappear after the big bosses talked it out.

However, before returning to Shanyingyuan, Naoki Nagayama first had to go to Shinjuku.

He still had to notify Sugiura Daitai of Fuji TV that the candidate for the female lead had been almost decided.

Walking into the Fuji TV building with familiarity, Naoki Nagayama went straight to the fourth floor, the location of the First Production Department, and then saw Sugiura Daitai and Nishi Rumi sitting at their desks, discussing something with a document in hand.

"Daitai-san, Nishi Rumi-san!"

The two turned their heads and saw it was Naoki Nagayama.

"Naoki-san, why did you come over?"

"Came specifically to find you." Naoki Nagayama pulled a stool and sat down without any sense of being an outsider. "I met a candidate for the female lead this morning, and it has been decided to choose her."

"Oh? Which one?" Nishi Rumi was very curious. They were still distressed before, and now it was already decided.

"It's Mieko Harada."

Sugiura Daitai had some questions after hearing it: "If it's Harada-san, there is absolutely no problem with acting skills, but the age level seems..."

"Haha, daijobu, Daitai-san, don't underestimate the Japanese makeup art, one of the four major evil arts of Asia!" Naoki Nagayama smiled. "Definitely won't let you see how old she is!"

Sugiura Daitai also nodded in agreement after hearing it. Japanese girls are indeed very good at makeup. Sometimes when they go to nightclubs, you can't tell what they look like...

And Nishi Rumi suddenly became interested in what Naoki Nagayama said, opened her big eyes and asked: "The four major evil arts of Asia? What is that?"

"Ah, the four major evil arts... it's a funny way of saying it~" Naoki Nagayama only then remembered that it seemed this saying hadn't become popular yet. "That is Thailand's sex change art, South Korea's plastic surgery art, Japan's makeup art, and China's... uh... skin grinding art..."

"Hahaha, they are all peculiar techniques that can make a person change their appearance."

Nishi Rumi seemed to be even more aroused by curiosity: "Sex change art should refer to sex change surgery, the technique of gender transformation, it can indeed be called an evil art; as for plastic surgery art, double eyelids, nose jobs, etc., it can also be understood; Japan's makeup art goes without saying, but what is China's 'skin grinding art'?"

How would I know? PS technology hasn't been born yet, I'm just saying it casually! Beauty filters and the like haven't appeared yet either!

Naoki Nagayama suddenly hated this kind of curious baby who gets to the bottom of things, but the words had already been said, so it depended on how to round it off.

"Ah... skin grinding art, how to explain it..." Naoki Nagayama turned his brain frantically. "Ano, Nishi Rumi-san, you should know that our skin is always shedding, right? In winter or when it's dry, there is often dead skin on the arms..."

"Ew... hearing Naoki-san say it out makes me feel a bit disgusting..." Nishi Rumi's face changed. "Anyway, I don't have it on my arms!"

Saying that, she even rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair arms, with a proud look.

Naoki Nagayama continued: "Anyway, there is such a physiological phenomenon. The surface skin of the human body is always constantly growing and shedding... the face is also like this."

"The so-called skin grinding art is a technique of using a kind of mechanical physics to remove the outer layer of skin. It first appeared in the Song Dynasty. At that time, there was a method of using jade to grind the face to remove scars."

"Why remove it?" Sugiura Daitai also became interested. "Wouldn't it be very painful? Grinding off a layer of face skin or something, it sounds like the legend of the bone woman."

"Because the speed is slow, so it's not painful, and the newly grown skin will be more delicate and smooth, and it can also remove some fine lines, dullness, scars, etc..."

"Eh! Does China actually have such a technique?"

Nishi Rumi's eyes lit up after hearing it. For women who love beauty, this kind of technique is indeed very attractive.

"Where can it be done? How much money?"

Naoki Nagayama felt a bit panicked after seeing that he had actually fooled people, and hurriedly thought about what way he could dispel Nishi Rumi's thought:

"Ah... Nishi Rumi-san, this kind of technique is called an evil art, there is a reason! Even if it succeeds, the skin will become thin, which is also a kind of damage to the face. Skin grinding surgery will destroy the protective effect of the skin, and it is easy to cause infection and the like."

Nishi Rumi seemed to have completely missed the point, but instead grabbed another point: "The skin will become thin? Then wouldn't it become the so-called 'skin that breaks at a touch'?!

Naoki-san, where can this kind of surgery be done?!"

Sure enough, he underestimated women's ambition to become beautiful... Unable to find a good solution for a while, Naoki Nagayama decided to pass the buck directly:

"Ah, this, actually I also heard it from others occasionally, I don't know too much about the specific situation..."

Nishi Rumi said dejectedly after hearing it: "How can this be..."

Then she started to get excited again: "Since Naoki-san doesn't know, I will ask those female stars! They must know more about this kind of technique than I do!"

At this time, Nishi Rumi's IQ exploded. Indeed, for female stars, this kind of beauty technique is a rigid demand! If there is such a technique in the world, they must be the first batch to know and try it.

"Uh... you're right, they should know~" Naoki Nagayama could only echo.

When was modern skin grinding art invented? It seems it was also in the 80s...

Naoki Nagayama felt that he seemed to have opened a forbidden door. Wouldn't it be that after a while, the entertainment industry would start to spread urban legends about skin grinding art...

He originally intended to communicate about casting, but didn't expect to popularize the four major evil arts of Asia for Nishi Rumi. Naoki Nagayama hurriedly changed the topic back:

"Daitai-san, the female lead has been decided. As for the male leads, three of them should be Shonentai. We have already contacted Johnny's. There might be some fluctuations, but in the end, there shouldn't be any problems."

Sugiura Daitai looked at Naoki Nagayama: "Did any problems arise during the communication?"

"It's not a big problem. Johnny's seems to want to share the opportunity with the seniors of the agency, but we have already expressed our firm thoughts, so there shouldn't be any problems."

Naoki Nagayama said casually and didn't go deeper. "But one male lead is still missing. Tree Friend Films doesn't have any candidates for the time being. If Daitai-san has good candidates, you can also propose them."

This was obviously a preferential treatment for Sugiura Daitai and the others. For such a big-production TV drama, the lead role is a very high-quality resource.

"Hai, Naoki-san, arigato, we will definitely recommend carefully."

After chatting with Sugiura Daitai and Nishi Rumi for a while about the establishment of the production committee and some subsequent filming processes, Naoki Nagayama left Fuji TV.

At sunset, he returned to Shanyingyuan.

Eitaro, who had been alone for a whole day, was naturally excited and rushed over again. Perhaps only in the morning and evening could he meet the owner who played with him.

"If Eitaro is always at home alone, is it a bit too lonely?"

Naoki Nagayama scratched the dog's neck, felt Eitaro's excitement, and thought that if he went out, the entire Shanyingyuan would be left with only this half-grown Labrador as a living creature, which seemed a bit lonely.

"Eitaro, do you want to find a companion?" Naoki Nagayama looked at Eitaro's innocent eyes and patted his head.

"Wang?" The silly dog thought the owner wanted to play a game and shook his head happily.

"Eh? Actually nodded? It seems he has really grown up!"

Naoki Nagayama remembered that Eitaro was probably over 1 year old. Come to think of it, it was indeed time. It was time to consider finding a girlfriend for this silly dog!

However, thinking about it, Naoki Nagayama suddenly got a bit angry and slapped the silly dog's butt: ""

"Kikasho! Your owner is still a single dog!"

After enjoying the food he brought back, Naoki Nagayama lay on the sofa in the living room in a Ge You slouch and started browsing TV dramas, and Eitaro also lay on the side to rest.

He flipped through the variety shows of various TV stations casually, thinking that he would go to bed after being sleepy. After watching cartoons and variety shows, Naoki Nagayama then saw *THE BEST TEN*.

"Music show? Speaking of which, Junko Indo's new song *Snowy Night* has been released for a while. Don't know how it is~"

While watching the program, he was still letting his imagination run wild. Speaking of which, Naoki Nagayama hadn't paid attention to the idols in his own agency during this period, and even Junko Indo's new song and Yuki Saito's debut song were all handled by other producers.

But he was wholeheartedly invested in the cooperation of the new TV drama. At this time, Naoki Nagayama felt a little sorry for his own idols:

"I am really an unqualified president~"

Naoki Nagayama didn't plan to make any changes. Originally, Otomo Yoshimura was responsible for operating idols, and Junko Indo's popularity couldn't be said to be too bad, so he didn't need to continue to intervene.

However, on this issue of *THE BEST TEN*, it seemed that Junko Indo's *Snowy Night* didn't appear. If it didn't even enter the top ten of the weekly chart, it seemed that the new song was going to encounter Waterloo...

The host of *THE BEST TEN*, Hiroshi Kume, listed the rankings of the songs on TV. Akina Nakamori's *Girl A* was still in the top ten of the chart, ranking seventh.

And when it was time to sing, the program team didn't invite the person herself, but used a connection method.

I saw a taxi driving from afar and stopping at the door of the crowded Shizuoka Broadcasting building. Then Akina Nakamori, wearing a sweater, got out of the taxi and hurriedly started singing...

"Hahaha, is it so urgent?" Naoki Nagayama smiled, and then saw the meter on the taxi, which was actually 30,000 yen. "Such a high cost, how long did she ride the car~"

It can be seen from the connection that Akina's staff were also very anxious, quickly changing the luggage they carried to another car, and then after Akina finished singing a song, they immediately prepared to drive, without even leaving time for interviews.

It's really amazing to complete a program while changing cars!

"If it's so urgent, Akina-chan is really very busy!"

When Naoki Nagayama was watching the live broadcast, Akina was still at the local TV station in Shizuoka. To get to Tokyo, it would take at least two hours.

He looked at the night outside: "Come to think of it, it will be dawn when she reaches Tokyo~"

It's really hard work.

"Kenji-san, how long until we reach Tokyo?"

Akina asked in the back seat. She just sang *Girl A* temporarily. If it was so hurried, it must be a car accident scene, which made Akina Nakamori, who pursued perfection in performance, a bit dejected.

Kenji Hatakenaka, who was driving in front, answered: "It can be faster at night. We can arrive within two hours. When we arrive in Tokyo, it should be around 11 PM. Akina-chan can have a good rest."

"Kenji-san, next time don't take such hurried notices. This level of performance, I always feel it's a perfunctory attitude towards fans..."

Akina Nakamori rubbed her face in distress, driving away the sleepiness a little.

Regarding the perfectionism of his own idol, Kenji Hatakenaka already understood, but taking notices was unavoidable. What's more, such a temporary demand was not something he could decide.

"Hai, I will reflect it to the agency!"

No reply was received...

Seeing from the rearview mirror, Akina Nakamori had already put on headphones, curled up in the back seat, and closed her eyes.

Really too sleepy... ===== CHAPTER 273 =====