Qing Shui smiled lightly, "It's always stressful to start a new show, but after all, I've been filming TV for most of my life, and I'm used to this kind of thing."

As he spoke, Shimizu looked at Kenji Takada, who is also the producer of Fukuyamadai, and Kenji Takada has been vigorously cultivated as a high-profile producer among the younger generation of Fukuyama Tai. But in the years when the Yuejiu drama was in full swing, he seemed to be a little cold-it's not cold, it's just that when he applied for resources from Taili, it wasn't as easy as Kei Fujiwara.

But if he doesn't compare with Fujiwara Kei, he is still a first-class producer, and he belongs to the first echelon of quite good in the same age group, but Fujiwara Kei is too rebellious, and this guy doesn't have any reference value.

And after Fujiwara Kei left, he also tried to fight for the ninth time of the month, hoping to get the production rights of the ninth month drama, but because of the faction problem, it seems to be a little cold recently, not to mention the ninth time of the month, and even other prime time can't be obtained. This made him very disappointed, and he was also addicted to the wine field during this time.

Kenji Takada sat next to Shimizu Asao, "That's not the pressure I'm talking about...... Although it can be expected that "Golden Left" will have no opponents at the same time, after all, it will be broadcast in the same quarter as that guy's new work, and it will collide with the theme, so it will inevitably be compared by some critics and audiences, Shimizu-san is very nervous, right?"

"And, as we all know, the attention span of the audience is limited. Dramas with the same theme, even if they are not broadcast at the same time, will affect each other. When the audience's focus is on a certain TV series for a period of time, it is difficult to discuss the plot of other similar dramas, so it will be much more difficult to expand new audiences."

Shimizu Asao Chong couldn't help but glance at Kenji Takada again, only to see that this guy's cheeks were red, and his mouth was spraying a very strong smell of wine, and he had drunk a lot at first glance, no wonder he was so disrespectful.

Shimizu Asaksu was not angry, he knew who the other party was talking about, "Is Takada-kun talking about Fujiwara-sensei? Having a wealth of industry information is a good thing for any producer, although the pressure is there, but the motivation is also more sufficient, and I don't rule out healthy competition in any industry."

Qing Shui paused and continued, "What's more, I don't think 'Golden Left Hand' will lose to any work in the same quarter. I think this drama will win the position of the top ratings drama in the autumn file."

"Hahahahaha......" Kenji Takada laughed, "Is that really the case? Shimizu-san is so confident, so it would be great!"

"Takada-kun, you're drunk." Shimizu Asaki was very dissatisfied and removed the hand that Kenji Takada had put on his shoulder, got up and left.

What's the matter, this guy, when you're drunk, you don't have any etiquette at all, I'm not just a senior, I'm an elder! Qing Shui Qianchong was dissatisfied.

However, looking at Kenji Takada's stunned appearance, it was not good to drink a drunk person, so he patted his shoulder, slapped a bill on the bar, said "the rest of the tip" and left.

Kenji Takada looked at the back of Shimizu rushing away, but his eyes slowly cleared, and he said to the bartender, "Martini."

The bartender gave him a plaintive look, and then began to mix the wine with great difficulty.

Kenji Takada sighed silently in his heart, at least Shimizu Asao Chong still has filming, what about himself? His qualifications are not as good as Qing Shui's, and his ability to withstand the tide of factional strife is far inferior.

He was promoted by the newspaper faction, so when the director sent by Matsuri Film took power, he was quickly placed on the cold bench, and he also tried to show his loyalty, but it had no effect, and after a long time, it was also rotten. Resentment gradually grew in my heart, these guys only engage in infighting, and they don't care about the show at all! It's better that such Fukuyamadai is still plummeting!

But Fukuyama Terrace is now holding the golden sign of Yuejiu Opera, and there are at least five or six years of good life, Takada Kenji knows this truth very well, but he will still unremittingly bow his head to Fukuyama Terrace, who is now cronyistic, tomorrow.

I didn't feel that I was working under Mr. Yoshida in the past, and at the time I even felt that Mr. Yoshida's approach of using ratings as the standard was too stressful, but now I feel how rare it is to measure a person by work performance rather than by human relations. He is now idle like a wild crane every day, but he misses Yoshida Kashi in his heart.

However, after retiring, such a capable director went to other production companies...... Kei Fujiwara, this guy......

At this point, Martini was ready, and the bartender placed the glass in front of him.

Kenji Takada looked at the wine in front of him, suddenly clapped his hands, and prayed from the bottom of his heart: Please, Fujiwara, although it was not pleasing to the eye when I looked at you before. But please keep playing to your old level, and give these guys who only know how to run factions, a little bit of color! Let them know that the core of maintaining a TV station status will always be those of us who work hard to produce programs!

Guimen!

"Ahh

Kei Fujiwara couldn't help but sneeze all over the table.

"Do you have a cold?" Arima Katsura approached from behind, pulled out a tissue and handed it to Kei Fujiwara, gently wrapping her arms around Kei Fujiwara's neck.

"Uh-huh......" The weather was hot two days ago, and Kei Fujiwara sweated and took a cold shower, and then it became like this.

Arima Katsura has not returned to her home for a while, and has lived in Fujiwara Kei's apartment for two months, when Fujiwara Kei lived alone, the apartment was furnished in a minimalist style, but now it feels a little home, there are more and more cute dolls, and the cat with Ma Guixiang has recently given birth to cubs and is raised in Fujiwara Kei's house.

The "meow meow" sound of the kitten is very soothing. Once Kei Fujiwara writes about boredom and irritability, he will pick up a kitten and put it on his lap, feed it with a syringe, and feed a group of kittens to a round belly.

Seeing that the kittens were getting fatter and fatter one by one, Arima Guixiang no longer let him continue to feed, and if he fed them again, he would be fed three highs.

"Is this a new script?" Arima Guixiang came up close to see it.

"It's not a script, it's just an outline...... Kei Fujiwara said.

There are five or six chapters on the table, and each piece of manuscript paper has a big heading written on it, and under the big heading, there is a plot introduction, plot synopsis, character setting relationships, and production budgets.

Arima Guixiang took a look, each story was very new and unconventional, and she suddenly felt that if these were filmed, they would attract her to watch. Whether the story is good or not, these story ideas alone are enough to attract people to find out.

"Aren't these TV dramas, movie scripts? Are you going to make a movie again?" Katsura Arima asked.

"Nagaharu Ohno, that guy is urging." Kei Fujiwara smiled helplessly.

I think a few months ago, Nagaji Ohno was forcibly pulled by Kei Fujiwara to be a producer, and Kei Fujiwara promised that after this movie, he would write a script for Nagaji Ohno.

This cake is painted big and sweet, and Nagaharu Ohno finally agreed, and the movie "Confession" has achieved such good results, which is inseparable from Nagaharu Ohno, the producer. So now, it's time for Kei Fujiwara to make good on his promise.

He listed several works in his mind that were suitable for the market, and planned to choose a script that suited the style of Nagaharu Ohno for shooting.

At this time, there was a dripping sound in the kitchen, and Kei Fujiwara suddenly got goosebumps, and asked in a trembling voice, "What are you cooking again?"

"Sweet stew, it's going to be delicious this time!" Arima Katsura gave a thumbs up and said confidently at Kei Fujiwara. Then he got up from Kei Fujiwara's lap and went to the kitchen to serve soup with his slippers on.

Fujiwara Kei swallowed his saliva subconsciously, his eyes unconsciously showed a look of panic, he turned his head to look at the table, and wanted to quickly write something to make the illusion that he was too busy to drink soup now, but found that a piece of paper was missing from the table.

Kei Fujiwara bent down to pick up the dropped script synopsis from the ground, and said in his heart: Is this one...... Seems to be a good fit for that guy Ohno.

"It's done, you can taste it to your taste."

Kei Fujiwara was stunned for a moment, and then he lost the opportunity. Arima Guixiang came over with a smile and brought the soup, put the soup on the table, and intimately handed over a small porcelain spoon, saying that the iron spoon would affect the original taste of the food......

Fujiwara Kei sighed in his heart, then picked up the spoon and took a spoonful slightly, but his eyes widened slightly, and he said with some surprise, "It's delicious......

"That's right!" Katsura Arima said proudly, "I knew my cooking skills had improved!"

"That's not it, we're the most powerful cinnamon." Kei Fujiwara smiled and patted Arima Katsuka's little buttocks, and then suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I'm running out of ink, can you help me go to the convenience store downstairs and buy a bottle?"

"Ink? Okay, what's the color?" Arima Katsura picked up her hat and sunglasses and said.

"Blue."

Arima Katsura went out with her hat and eyes, and then the moment the door closed, Fujiwara Kei's face changed drastically, and she quickly picked up tea and rinsed her mouth. Then the whole bowl of soup was poured into the kitchen drain, and the sink was carefully washed so that it did not show its feet.

Pepper in sweet soup! What exactly do you think! It's like someone pulling the pot!