The next day, on the speeding vehicle, Rin Chihara looked at Iori Murakami and asked with concern, "How are you doing these days?"

Murakami Iori smiled, "It's okay. ”

Rin Chihara smashed his mouth and smiled helplessly - what a hammer, your face is swollen, obviously very bad, right?

Murakami Iori noticed his expression, and couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his face, and he was also a little depressed, "It's just that there is a lack of sleep, and many people have been investigated for their misdeeds in the past few days, and there are many people who ask for mercy, and there is no moment of peace." ”

Rin Chihara's eyes narrowed, not angry, but there was a hint of murderous aura, "The formation committee is not cooperative, and someone is putting pressure on you?"

There are not enough people who are worried about the rectification operation to kill the head, the warning effect is slightly insufficient, and it is not a bad thing that some people are willing to take the initiative to dedicate themselves - it is not a bad thing that this enterprise is very Chinese state-owned enterprises, and it is just to raise the stick to fight a little demon, and there must be road fairies to come to the rescue, and it is obvious that there are all backstage people who have the courage to make waves.

But no matter what, the crooked spirit of selfishness must be killed, and everyone must understand a truth - everyone can only be good when the production bureau is good, and no one is allowed to make this place a mess, otherwise he will not be the first to spare him!

"Not really. Murakami Iori didn't have the idea of stirring up trouble, and took the opportunity to retaliate against the people who annoyed her, and said honestly: "You are in the limelight now, it's too late for them to hide from you, where do you dare to resist openly, it's just that many committee members rely on their previous feelings to intercede for people close to them in private, and some of them are difficult for people to refuse." ”

After a pause, she shook her head again and smiled: "Forget it, don't worry about these things, let's get busy with the affairs of the council first...... It's going well, is there anything wrong?"

Chihara Rin knows that Murakami Iori is not easy, and the good popularity he has accumulated before has been half defeated in the past few days, but who let them be parents, don't listen to the children, can these guys study and work hard?

Human nature itself tends to be fearful of power rather than morality, and new officials do not cut off a few brains when they take office, and they cannot do orders and prohibitions when the two armies really clash.

This is something that can't be helped, and the hardship can only make Murakami Iori stand up by himself, and he doesn't mention the rectification anymore, and follows Murakami Iori's words and replied: "There is no problem, the transfer of funds is smooth, and the legal procedures are almost complete, and I should be able to participate in the voting next time on the council." ”

"That'...... The bridge guy is leaving? He didn't do anything more?"

There was no Ohashi Ohashi in the eyes of Rin Chihara, and he said indifferently: "Of course he is unwilling, he seems to be begging people everywhere for a while, but now it's too late for him to do anything, he will only be more like a clown who jumps off the beam, let him go." ”

Murakami Iori listened leisurely, even if she was the head of the production bureau, the battle in the council was still a matter of another world for her - just fascinated, she didn't hate Ohashi very much now, after all, Chihara Rin had already kicked him to the ground, and he was almost jumping on him again, there was no need to hate a loser anymore, and it was over when he was angry.

She was fascinated for a while before she remembered what was going on, looked out the window, and found that they had all run out of the port area, and said strangely: "You should focus on creation now, where are you going to investigate?"

Rin Chihara smiled, "Idol theater." ”

Iori Murakami was taken aback: "Where to do what?"

"Seeing is believing, and by the way, I'll let you see, so we can agree on it. Rin Chihara's expression slowly became serious, much more serious than the matter of Eishi Ohashi, "I know what you mean, I think I should devote my time to leading Shiraki and Mita to write scripts, but don't forget, we are different from before, we are now directly managing three channels, more than a hundred programs, and the ratings of these are all related to us." ”

Iori Murakami also straightened her waist, her expression became formal, and she held her hands lightly and thought, "I understand this, do you mean that the previous creative mode cannot be used?"

"It's still available, I will still focus on the content of the program, but at most, I will create a few word-of-mouth prime times, and I will really take care of all the programs 24 hours a day by myself, which is impossible. Rin Chihara slowly explained: "We are now facing a full-day competition with the four major commercial stations, and we can't just think about winning with others in a certain period of time as before, but if we want to completely suppress them in a short period of time, such as one or two years, we need to use the help of external forces and the tide of the times." ”

After a pause, he smiled and emphasized: "We are no longer simple producers, we have a higher position, so we naturally have to look farther, plan longer, and focus more on some directional things." ”

Iori Murakami felt that it made sense, but was still a little confused, "What do you mean...... Are idols the tide of the times? Do you want to pin your ratings on them for the next year or two?"

She knows that Rin Chihara is very optimistic about the role of idols, and she used the influence of idols in "Shiqi" when she started, but since the music wave of the seventies and eighties receded, the music programs on TV were tired of the audience, and idols are actually just like that, they belong to the little garbage in the entertainment industry, and when the situation is not good, it is just a matter of occasionally using it, and it seems that there is no need to cooperate in an all-round way......

Chihara Rin didn't explain more, just smiled and said, "Is it, can it be done, you can see with your own eyes." ”

Of course, he also had to see it with his own eyes, and he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be right, and he brought Iori Murakami to hear her opinion.

............

The car drove until it reached a shopping street in Arakawa Ward before stopping, and Rin Chihara got out of the car and looked up at the sign of a small theater, regardless of how Iori Murakami got down - Iori Murakami didn't like people to see her as a woman, and if you went to the car door for her, she would be unhappy.

Iori Murakami soon walked up to him, and accompanied him to look at the signboard - the name of the theater in the shape of a neon tube "Pumumu", I don't know what it means, it should be a self-made phonetic word, but it looks quite shabby, not a letter is lit up, and it is not as decent as a custom shop run by a small book.

Iori Murakami looked at her twice and was a little speechless, not to mention that she was in a high position now, even when she was a rookie producer, she wouldn't come to this kind of place - it felt like a place for the bottom of society, and it would be enough to lose the face of the elite when she walked in.

With the last shred of anticipation, she asked, "Chihara, is there anything special here?"

Chihara Rin didn't expect it to be so broken, shook his head and said, "There shouldn't be, I randomly selected it, let's go in and take a look!"

Iori Murakami was helpless, anyway, she was here, so she could only go in and have a look.

She told the driver to wait outside, to go to the nearby convenience store for a drink, smoke, and rest, but don't go far - I will be back to the TV station soon, and I have wasted more than two hours running around.

They entered the theater together, and the inside was a long and narrow hall, flanked by counters selling various Pumumu group members, with photo albums, posters, pillows, etc., in addition to selling private song CDs, handshake tickets, support tickets, etc., which looked quite formal.

Murakami Iori doesn't look like a native of Tokyo, and has also dealt with idol agencies, but I've never been into this kind of small theater, at most I've seen idol roadshows on the side of the road, and I looked around, but I didn't find the ticket office, and asked strangely: "You don't need to buy a ticket, anyone can go in and watch the show?"

Chihara Rin people have learned about the text information from the Internet before the second idol industry tide, in fact, they don't know much, it is estimated that this group of idols may have just started, lest there be too few people, so they simply don't make money for tickets, and they don't care: "It's not a good thing, it's free to investigate, and it's time to save money." ”

Murakami Iori doesn't care, she cares about how her idol lives, shrugged her shoulders and took the lead to walk inside, passing through two thick velvet sound-absorbing cloth curtains in a row, and when she lifted the last one, the noise suddenly increased tenfold, rushing to her face, and almost pushed her out again - what a hot atmosphere, she dared to believe that there was a striptease dancing inside!

Chihara Rin hurriedly pushed her in, and after taking a look, she found that the theater was not big, and it was estimated that it could only accommodate a few hundred people, but it felt like there were at least a few thousand people going crazy here, obviously there were seats, but none of them were sitting, they all stood there shouting and stomping their feet, and even the stage was crowded with people, and there was a sense of horror that they could climb up at any time and tear the little girls above to pieces.

In addition, the waving of glow sticks, the flashing lights, and the sound of "Pumumu" cheering up like Lin raised high, can really only say that the demons are dancing wildly, as if they have traveled into a fairy cave.

He was observing the theater while Iori Murakami's attention was on the stage.

There were six girls in sailor suits, taking turns dancing and singing to the three stand microphones, super hard, with energetic smiles on their faces, sweat-soaked hair on their foreheads, sparkling eyes, shouting thanks to fans for their support from time to time, the clothes were all there, the skirts were above the knees at most, they were very healthy, and they were not doing anything illegal - she watched and listened for a while, and felt that the names of these six girls were "Bozu", "Yumu", "Mumu" and the like, "Pumumu" Eighty percent is a group name spelled together by six people's stage names, or the group name is split into member names, but it can barely be said to be a little creative.

But that's all, from the professional perspective of Murakami Iori as a producer, the singing and dancing level of these six sailor skirt girls is average, with a lot of flaws, I really want to be on a TV show, and she was the first to vote against it when casting - there is a broken sound in public performances, if this is on the show, it can make the audience laugh out of their front teeth even if it is not a broadcast accident.

It's not picky, she's not a picky person by nature, it's that the level of these six idols is really not good, and two of them can only be said to be delicate in appearance, and they don't even have the qualifications to be vases.

She was disappointed, feeling that she had run away in vain, and turned her head to look at Chihara Rinto, who asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

It's too noisy here, and she didn't bother to reply loudly, she shook her head directly at a group of various "mu" on the stage, indicating that the level was too inferior, either the level of the idol group selected by lottery was not good, or it was not worth fully cooperating with idols, not to mention pinning the ratings in the next year or two on this kind of person - the girls' motivation is commendable, but doing things is not only about motivation.

And Chihara Rin followed her gaze and looked at the stage, but her eyes gradually became relieved, and she said softly: "Okay, okay, that's it, that's it!"

Murakami Iori looked at his expression, and then stared carefully at the six girls on the stage for a while, how could he see where it was good, in the eighties, or even in the early nineties, these girls were at most idol candidates, no, at most the level of trainees, and they were not qualified to perform in the theater at all, let alone face the national audience on TV - idols are really worthy of being little garbage in the entertainment industry, they are really weasels and rats, and a litter is not as good as a litter.

She felt that Rin Chihara was having daily brain cramps again, and her face was helpless, "What's so good, Chihara?" Not to mention the three generations later, even the first three generations are not as good, the level is too far behind, not as good as the batch we used when we filmed "Shiqi", even if you want to use the idol's fan base, but pin the ratings in the next year or two on the idol, is it really good?"

Rin Chihara listened even more happily, pointed to the six girls on the stage who were very young, and said with relief: "It's better to be right, what you see is not a generation of idols, nor are you the transitional idols who are exploring a new way of survival during the transition period that we used before, what you see now is the second-generation idols who have begun to mature, and they are on the right path." ”

The second idol industry tide really started, and if you don't miss it, there will be more places to take advantage of!

"I'm not just trying to take advantage of idols' fan base, I'm trying to take advantage of this trend to make shows and make a lot of shows that are popular with the audience. He looked at the fan group that made a genuine love shout, and the more he laughed, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but say loudly: "Miss Murakami, times have changed, they have really changed!"