My Name is Hiroshi Nohara, Star of Neon Film and Television! Chapter 137: The Mayor of Omagari City Visits in Person! Ide

Akita Prefecture, Omagari City Hall.

This beige building, which could be considered a landmark in this small city, appeared sowhat lazy at this mont under the afternoon sun.

The Mayor's Office.

Mayor Ito Kenji, a man nearing fifty with ticulously combed hair and a face always bearing a fitting, gentle politician's smile, was sowhat tiredly rubbing his temples.

Spread out before him was an administrative docunt from the Akita Prefectural Office, bearing a bright red seal.

The title on the docunt pressed down on him like a heavy mountain, making him sowhat breathless—[Guiding Opinions on Promoting the 'Developnt and Revitalization of Akita Prefecture's Local Culture'].

"Sigh..." Ito Kenji exhaled a long breath. That breath carried a deep helplessness belonging to a petty local bureaucrat.

He knew this was yet another "grand blueprint" brainstord by that newly appointed young Prefectural Governor who was anxious to achieve political performance.

Revitalize the local area? Redevelop local culture?

Easier said than done.

Where would the money co from? Where would the people co from? And where would the ideas co from?

Young people nowadays sharpen their heads trying to squeeze into big cities like Tokyo and Osaka. Who would still be willing to stay in this impoverished backwater that had nothing but rice paddies and snowy mountains?

"Mayor, Chairman Suzuki from the JA is here. He says he has an important matter to report to you." The secretary knocked and entered, his voice respectful.

"Let him in." Ito Kenji helplessly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and prepared to use the most official rhetoric to deal with this JA chairman who was similarly a local tyrant.

However, when Suzuki Kentaro, that fat man who usually had a protruding beer belly and a face full of shrewd calculation, practically jogged in, his face bearing a nearly fanatical excitent, the official jargon Ito Kenji had prepared instantly got stuck in his throat.

Because this guy directly barging into his office was simply too rude.

But thinking about it, he decided to let it go.

After all, this Suzuki Kentaro was a major supporter who had gotten the farrs to vote for him during the election;

he couldn't afford to offend him.

Thus, Ito Kenji helplessly said: "Chairman Suzuki, being this excited early in the morning, what's wrong with you?"

"Mayor! Mayor! A massive joyous event! A massive joyous event!"

Suzuki Kentaro even forgot the pleasantries. That chubby face of his was flushed red due to extre excitent: "Look! Look quickly! The Nohara family! That Nohara family in Nishi-Omagari Village! Their son who is a high-ranking official at TV Tokyo, Nohara Hiroshi, has returned!"

"Nohara Hiroshi?" Ito Kenji's brow twitched imperceptibly.

He had so impression of this na.

Recently, he could see it almost every day in newspapers and on TV.

That young man who had created viewership rating myths and was hailed as a "monster", "genius", and "God of Variety Shows"—it seed... this was his na.

"He... is from our Omagari City?" In Ito Kenji's voice, there was a trace of astonishnt that even he hadn't noticed.

"Of course!" Suzuki Kentaro abruptly puffed out his chest. That posture was as if Nohara Hiroshi wasn't soone else's son, but a child prodigy he had personally cultivated: "Moreover! You don't know! Manager Nohara returning this ti is a true case of returning ho in glory! He and his older brother are preparing to flex their muscles in our Omagari City and establish that... that what's-it-called 'Nohara Agricultural Corporation'! The mont he opened his mouth, he asked for a three hundred million loan! Three hundred million! And they plan to acquire land on a massive scale! He says he wants to turn the rice of our Omagari City into the most top-tier brand in all of Japan!"

This embellished report acted like a flash of lightning tearing through chaos, instantly illuminating Ito Kenji's brain, which was already frantic and overwheld by the difficult problem of "revitalizing agriculture"!

Nohara Hiroshi!

That man hailed as possessing a "monster's mind"!

That man who used creativity to change the entire social climate of Japan!

What if... what if we could invite him to be our consultant?

Once this thought germinated, it was like a seed thrown into fertile soil, crazily taking root and sprouting in his heart!

"Chairman Suzuki!" Ito Kenji abruptly stood up. That face which always bore a gentle smile was now covered in the absolute resolve of breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats: "Prepare the car! Imdiately! At once! I want to... I want to personally go visit Manager Nohara!"

He paused, as if rembering sothing, and using an indisputable tone, issued an order to the secretary beside him who was already sowhat dazed by this sudden turn of events:

"Pass down the notice! Tell all the Section Chiefs of the Propaganda Departnt, Agriculture Departnt, and Planning Departnt to drop whatever work they have on hand! Co with ! This is the most important eting for the next ten years in our Omagari City!"

...

"Ring, ring, ring——"

In the Nohara family's old house, the old black telephone scread urgently once again.

Misae, who was in the kitchen learning to make tamagoyaki from her future mother-in-law, was the closest. She wiped her hands and trotted over to answer the phone.

"Hello? Hello, this is the Nohara residence."

"Oh my, my! This must be Manager Nohara's sister-in-law, right?" From the other end of the phone ca Suzuki Kentaro's fawning and anxious voice: "Um... sister-in-law, I am Suzuki Kentaro from the JA! Extrely urgent! It's extrely urgent! Hurry! Hurry and get Manager Nohara to answer the phone!"

"Eh?" Misae was stunned.

"Hurry! Our Mayor! Mayor Ito Kenji! He... he is currently leading a large group of City Hall leaders and is on his way to your house! He says... he says he wants to personally visit Manager Nohara! To listen to his guiding opinions on the future developnt of our Omagari City!"

"Boom——!"

The Mayor... is coming to visit the house?!

Misae felt as if her little head had been blown apart by a true atomic bomb!

The receiver in her hand dropped to the floor with a "clatter". Only undisguised shock and sluggishness remained on her always sowhat charming and naive face at this mont.

"What's wrong? Misae-chan?"

Nohara Tsuru, who was happily discussing with her two sons and future eldest daughter-in-law in the living room about when to finalize the engagent, saw her dispirited state and hurriedly asked with concern.

"The... the Mayor... is... is coming to our house!" Misae's voice carried a trace of irrepressible trembling.

She after all, was also a little girl from a small place.

What kind of worldliness would she have?

"..."

The entire room instantly plunged into a bizarre, pin-drop silence.

"Nani (What)?!"

Disbelief and shock were now equally written all over Nohara Tsuru's face.

"The Mayor?! Which Mayor?!" Nohara Semashi and Ikuna were even more like two weathered stone statues, standing blankly in place.

In the cognition of ordinary folks like them, the word "Mayor" was just like "Emperor" or "Pri Minister"—remote legends that only existed on television.

"Which Mayor could it be?!"

Amidst this dead silence filled with shock and absurdity, Nohara Ginnosuke abruptly jumped up from the tatami. That old face which had just been full of perversion was now overflowing with an ecstasy nearing madness!

"It must be that guy Ito Kenji! The Mayor of Omagari City! The guy who just got elected last year! Let tell you, I saw it coming a long ti ago! That guy, sooner or later, was bound to personally co to our door to beg our Hiroshi! Hahahaha!"

Like a male lion suppressed for half a lifeti, he excitedly paced back and forth in this small Japanese room.

"Oh my! You old improperly behaved geyser! What are you still giggling sillily for?!"

Nohara Tsuru finally recovered a shred of reason from that shock sufficient to stop a heart.

Like a thoroughly infuriated lioness, she grabbed her old man's ear. That voice was full of a housewife's instinctual panic toward the highest level of courtesy: "Hurry! Hurry and go clean! Wipe down the inside and outside of the house for ! Not a single speck of dust is allowed to remain! Also! Go to the best tea shop in town and buy the most expensive Gyokuro tea! Then go to the pastry shop and buy their best Wagashi! Hurry up and go!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Tsuru! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! I was wrong! I'll go right now!" Nohara Ginnosuke's ecstasy was instantly thoroughly crushed by his old companion's murderous "roar of the Hedong lioness." He hugged his ear and scrambled out of the house.

However, he didn't directly go where he was supposed to go.

In his darting small eyes, as if thinking of sothing, he made a turn and rushed straight into the house of Village Head Yamada next door.

"Old Yamada! Old Yamada! Hurry! Stop sleeping! Sothing massive has happened!"

He yanked the Village Head, who was still taking an afternoon nap, straight off the tatami.

"Ah?" Village Head Yamada, who had gone to sleep very late last night due to so matters, looked at Nohara Ginnosuke, his old buddy, in confusion and asked groggily: "What's wrong? Speak slowly, can I sleep for a bit longer first..."

But Nohara Ginnosuke's voice was full of pride: "The Mayor! The Mayor of Omagari City is coming to our house! This is a major event concerning the face of our entire Nishi-Omagari Village! We absolutely cannot afford a single mistake! Quickly co help clean up my house! We're relying on you guys at a ti like this! The Mayor is coming to my house!"

Village Head Yamada, who was originally groggy, instantly woke up with a start: "Wait?" His voice carried astonishnt: "The Mayor of Omagari... is going to your house!?"

...

Nohara Hiroshi helplessly watched his ho thoroughly enter a "Grade 1 Combat Readiness State" just because of the arrival of a Mayor. A trace of dumbfounded helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Of course he knew that in Japan, a country with peculiar administrative divisions, what was called a "City" was often just equivalent to a larger town in China.

A Mayor, at most, was just a cadre at the level of a town leader.

As for the higher-level Prefectural Governor, it sounded intimidating, but in reality, it was similar to a county magistrate or district head.

If this were Tokyo, let alone a Mayor, even a Prefectural Governor wouldn't be worth looking at.

But this was Akita, his hotown.

In the eyes of these simple folks, a Mayor was the biggest official they could ever co into contact with, as big as the sky.

"Sigh." Nohara Hiroshi let out a long breath.

He knew he couldn't let down this respect from his hotown.

More importantly, he knew better than anyone that in a society built on personal relationships, maintaining good relations with local "tyrants" was far more practical and reliable than knowing a few so-called "big shots" in Tokyo.

A solid community of interests jointly constructed by the local governnt, the JA, the bank, and him as "external capital" would beco his most solid guarantee for settling down and gaining a foothold on this land in the future.

...

Half an hour later, when those black sedans bearing governnt license plates slowly drove into Nishi-Omagari Village, Ito Kenji and the City Hall leaders in the cars almost simultaneously drew in a breath of cold air.

The scene before their eyes had long exceeded their imagination.

That country dirt road, which should have been full of potholes, was currently swept spotless, even bringing a hint of moisture as if it had just been washed with water.

Both sides of the road were lined with villagers who had rushed over after hearing the news. Each of them wore their most presentable clothes, carrying simple, honest, yet passionate smiles on their faces.

And at the end of that road, in front of the Nohara family's old house, Village Head Yamada was leading a few village cadres, standing as straight as javelins. That solemn appearance was as if they weren't about to undergo a Mayor's inspection, but the Emperor's review.

"This... isn't this formation a bit too grand?" A Section Chief from the Propaganda Departnt said in a dry voice. That face, which was always full of confidence, now only had a blank expression.

This was indeed a bit exaggerated.

Ito Kenji didn't speak.

He rely looked at the appearance of so many people gathering outside the window and nodded in satisfaction. After all, as a leader, the highest official of a city, seeing so many people welcoming him naturally felt quite good.

His vanity, at the very least, was quite gratified.

The car door opened.

Ito Kenji took a deep breath, re-hung that most warm and sincere smile on his face, and walked with large strides toward the young man who was already standing calmly at the courtyard gate waiting for him.

"Manager Nohara, I've long admired your great na. Seeing you today, you truly are... a dragon and phoenix among n!"

He took the initiative to extend his hand. That posture was no longer an inspection by a superior to a subordinate, but an equal dialogue full of respect.

Nohara Hiroshi smiled, extending his hand, and gripped his hand heavily. He bowed deeply in one smooth motion: "Mayor Ito, you are too polite. Your presence brings light to my humble dwelling, it's a great honor!"

Two figures, one old and one young, under those nurous gazes full of awe and envy, firmly shook hands.

Then, the group marched mightily into the Nohara family's old house.

That living room, which already seed sowhat cramped, was instantly cramd full of these big shots whom people normally only saw on TV.

"Mayor! Leaders! Please have a seat! Please have a seat!"

Nohara Tsuru had already changed into a presentable kimono. Like an elegant butterfly, she shuttled through the crowd. That face which always bore a gentle smile was currently also dyed with a moving blush due to this sudden grand occasion.

She personally brewed the top-grade Gyokuro tea she had just bought for every visiting leader, and carefully placed that plate of exquisitely made Wagashi in the center of the table.

Those movents were smooth and elegant, without the slightest crampedness or panic normally seen when a small family ets a big official. On the contrary, it exuded the composure and magnanimity of a matriarch of a large family.

Misae and Ikuna acted like two most obedient apprentices following behind her, one responsible for refilling water, the other for passing pastries.

On those two equally beautiful and youthful faces, although there was still a bit of tension from encountering a grand occasion for the first ti, that gentleness and propriety originating from their bones made everyone present nod secretly.

Nohara Semashi acted like a silent door god, standing straight beside his father. That robust figure and crisp suit actually also exuded an aura of a "President" not to be underestimated.

Only Nohara Ginnosuke, this patriarch of the Nohara family, was currently sitting to the side protruding his small belly. In front of those City Hall leaders who were normally placed high above, the smugness and showing off in his eyes were almost spilling out.

The more people there were, the more hyper Nohara Ginnosuke beca, without bringing the slightest bit of fear!

"Cough, cough!" He cleared his throat and finally couldn't help but stop in front of that relatively young Propaganda Departnt Section Chief. Using a tone full of experienced authority, he comnted sowhat pretentiously: "The color of your tie is too dark, it makes you look devoid of energy. Next ti, learn from our Hiroshi, pick a brighter color, that way you'll look good on TV!"

That Propaganda Departnt Section Chief was stunned by this sudden guidance. Then, a highly awkward, crying-but-smiling expression surfaced on his face.

The entire room instantly plunged into a silence filled with black cody.

There was laughter in the eyes of everyone else.

But they didn't dare to burst out laughing out loud.

After all, the Mayor was here, and a colleague still needed face.

"You old improperly behaved geyser! What kind of nonsense are you spouting!" Nohara Tsuru shot him a fierce glare. The warning in that look was sufficient to instantly evaporate any thoughts attempting to continue "pointing out faults in the scenery."

"Hahahaha!"

Ito Kenji, however, erupted into a burst of hearty, uninhibited laughter. He praised Nohara Ginnosuke: "Old gentleman, you truly are... truly a person of genuine temperant! No wonder you could cultivate soone like Hiroshi-kun, a stunning child prodigy! Our Omagari City has good mountains and good water, the talents cultivated here are simply different!"

This was a complint demonstrating political wisdom.

It quickly dispelled that awkwardness invisibly, and even more so, thoroughly filled the already vain heart of Nohara Ginnosuke with a massive sense of satisfaction.

"Of course! Of course!" He violently thrust his chest out. Truly too proud, too satisfied, too vain!

Especially seeing the envious gazes of the villagers and relatives nearby, he couldn't contain his joy internally!

However, after the pleasantries, the atmosphere finally gradually moved onto the main topic.

Ito Kenji lifted his teacup, took a small sip, and swept his eyes over Nohara Semashi, his gaze brimming with just the right amount of appreciation.

"President Semashi." His address was full of official solemnity: "I just heard from Chairman Suzuki that your 'Nohara Agricultural Corporation' is preparing to flex its muscles in our Omagari City. Toward a young man like you, who is willing to give up a comfortable life in a big city and resolutely return to his hotown dedicating himself to agricultural construction, I, on behalf of the City Hall, express the most sincere respect and gratitude!"

He paused, his voice taking on an expectant tone: "You are a role model for all young people in our entire Omagari City! You are the liveliest and most successful paradigm of our 'Regional Revitalization' plan!"

This highly praised comndation acted like a heavy laurel crown, publicly placed upon Nohara Semashi's head.

That tanned face of his instantly flushed the color of pig liver. He hurriedly stood up, bowed deeply to the Mayor, and spoke in a voice full of honesty and sincerity: "Mayor, you... you are praising too much. I... I'm just a farr, not as great as you say. I just... just listen to my younger brother."

This plain and unadorned, honest truth caused everyone present to let out good-natured roaring laughter.

Ito Kenji also smiled.

He knew enough groundwork had been laid.

It was ti to bring out the true protagonist of today.

He turned his head, casting his gaze solemnly upon that young man who had from beginning to end rely calmly sipped his tea, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

"Manager Hiroshi." His voice carried the humility of seeking advice: "You are the golden phoenix of our Omagari City who flew out. Those illustrious reputations you have established in Tokyo, we hotown folks also share a great deal of the glory."

Ito Kenji emphasized the word 'hotown'.

But at this ti, his tone also took on deep anxiety: "However, you have also seen. Our Omagari City, and even the entire Akita Prefecture, is currently facing a massive dilemma. Young people continuously flow outward, traditional industries wither day by day, and economic developnt falls far behind those coastal tropolises."

"Recently, the Prefectural Office over there has also been putting pressure on us, demanding that we must produce practical and feasible plans to revitalize the local economy, increase farrs' incos, and develop so... innovative industries with characteristics of our Akita Prefecture."

As he spoke, he exhaled a long breath. That breath carried a helplessness as if to exhale the weight of the entire era.

"To tell you the truth, because of this matter, several of us in the City Hall have almost worried until our hair turned white. Therefore, taking the liberty to visit today, is just wanting... wanting to hear if you, the genius hailed as possessing a 'monster's mind,' have any... brilliant opinions on the future developnt of our hotown?"

These profound and sincere words caused the entire room to instantly quiet down.

Everyone's gaze, like iron filings attracted to a magnet, uniformly focused on that young man.

They all took it very seriously.

"Brilliant opinions on revitalizing the hotown?"

Nohara Hiroshi set down his teacup.

He didn't imdiately answer, rely using his knuckles to rap rhythmically against the wall of that warm blue-and-white porcelain cup, neither lightly nor heavily.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

That crisp sound, like drumbeats striking the hearts of everyone, pushed that tension full of anticipation to the absolute peak.

He was thinking.

mories of his past life flashed rapidly through his mind like a movie reel pressed with the fast-forward button.

The collapse of the Bubble Economy, the arrival of the Economic Crisis, the Japanese governnt, in order to save itself, being forced to erect towering trade barriers and begin subsidizing dostic agriculture regardless of cost.

The JA, this seemingly inconspicuous organization, would in the coming decades grow into a massive political monster controlling millions of votes and capable of influencing the political landscape.

And Akita Prefecture...

A glimr of imperceptible sharp light flashed deep within Nohara Hiroshi's eyes.

He rembered that in the world of his past life, Akita Prefecture, this na utterly unnoticeable on the economic map, beca globally renowned because of a unique cultural symbol.

— The Akita Inu!

That breed of dog famous worldwide for its "loyalty," the legendary creature revered by Japan as the "National Dog," and even once becoming a "National Gift" presented to heads of state globally.

But in this parallel world...

Seemingly inadvertently, he cast his gaze out the window. On that dirt path full of rustic flavor, a seemingly ordinary earth-yellow Shiba Inu was wagging its tail, strolling leisurely.

He knew that in this world, the Akita Inu was still just an undiscovered, dust-covered treasure.

"Mayor Ito."

Only after thinking of this did he slowly open his mouth. His voice was calm but carried a confidence sufficient to make the entire room take notice: "You just said you wanted to develop so innovative industries with characteristics of our Akita Prefecture. I actually do have a sowhat immature idea."

"Oh?!" Ito Kenji's eyes instantly lit up, and he subconsciously straightened his back.

"What does our Akita Prefecture have?" Nohara Hiroshi asked rhetorically instead of answering.

"We... we have rice?" An Agriculture Departnt Section Chief answered tentatively.

"We have sake?" Another Propaganda Departnt Section Chief added.

"We... what else do we have?" Suzuki Kentaro also scratched his chubby head, revealing a bitter smile himself.

Akita Prefecture was just a very ordinary prefecture among Japan's forty-two prefectures.

Nohara Hiroshi listened quietly, then shook his head: "What you all said is correct, but they are not the core."

He stood up, walking to that Shoji door where the courtyard scenery could be seen. His gaze fell upon that earth-yellow Shiba Inu still strolling leisurely.

"The truly unique treasure of our Akita Prefecture, one sufficient to represent the spirit of this land of ours, has actually always been right beside us."

He turned around, and under countless gazes full of confusion, slowly spat out the word sufficient to make everyone shocked.

"The Akita Inu."

"..."

The entire room instantly plunged into a bizarre, pin-drop silence.

Everyone was stunned.

They looked at that young man currently saying "Akita Inu" with a calm and indifferent expression, their faces completely covered with an unbelievable sense of absurdity.

A dog?

They racked their brains, thinking for half a month about a "Regional Revitalization" plan, and the ultimate answer was actually... a dog?

"Ma... Manager Nohara..." In Ito Kenji's voice, there was a trace of disappointnt that even he hadn't noticed: "Are... are you joking? Although the Akita Inu is a local specialty of ours, but... but it's just a kind of dog. Relying on selling dogs, how could it be possible... to revitalize a city's economy?"

"Who said we are just selling dogs?"

Nohara Hiroshi smiled instead. In that smile, there was absolute confidence belonging to soone executing a dinsional strike.

He walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and smoothly like flowing water, drew out a magnificent business blueprint sufficient to overturn the cognition of everyone present on that pristine white surface.

"What we are going to do is not to sell dogs. What we are going to do is to create an entirely new cultural IP with the 'Akita Inu' as its core."

"IP?" This modern-sounding word made everyone present look at each other in dismay.

"Yes, IP."

Nohara Hiroshi nodded. His voice wasn't loud, but like a heavy hamr, it struck fiercely upon the heart of everyone.

"Step one, telling the story."

"We will establish a dedicated 'Akita Inu Cultural Research Association' to collect, organize, and package all legendary stories about the Akita Inu. I happen to have a story of a 'Loyal Dog Hachiko' who waited bitterly for its master for ten years at Shibuya Station. We must forge it into the core, the most moving spiritual core of our IP—loyalty."

"Step two, shaping the brand."

"We will cooperate with the JA to establish a standardized, modernized 'Akita Inu Breeding Base'. Every single Akita Inu that walks out of our place must possess a pedigree certificate, and possess a unique identity chip. We must make 'Produced in Omagari City' beco the synonym for the noblest and purest within the Akita Inu breed."

"Step three, creating synergies."

"Mayor Ito, you said earlier that the Prefectural Office required us to revitalize local culture. Then we will tie the 'Akita Inu' together with all of our local culture!"

His voice abruptly rose, full of unquestionable power!

"We can launch 'Akita Inu' thed sake, 'Akita Inu' shaped Wagashi, and even, we can associate with 'Shirakami-Sanchi National Park', a tourist attraction in Akita Prefecture that currently also has so fa, to host a grand 'Akita Inu Ice and Snow Festival' every winter! Let all the people in the world who like Akita Inus co to our Omagari City for a pilgrimage!"

"Step four, and also the most critical step."

He paused, and amidst those countless gazes that had long been shocked beyond belief by his unconstrained ideas, slowly tossed out that ultimate trump card sufficient to let this carnival completely lose control.

"I will personally take the helm, using the story of 'Hachiko' as a blueprint, to shoot a movie sufficient to move all of Japan, and even... sufficient to move the whole world."

"Boom——!"

Movie!

This word was like a true hydrogen bomb, exploding thunderously in everyone's minds!

Ito Kenji felt as if his brain had been thoroughly turned into mush by a high-speed blender!

He stared blankly at this young man before him, who while talking and laughing, had already laid out an earth-shattering massive layout sufficient to change the destiny of the entire Akita Prefecture. That heart, already sowhat weathered by reality, was completely dumbfounded!

Ito Kenji finally understood.

This young man, he wasn't just giving suggestions at all.

He was creating a world!

An unprecedented, brand new comrcial empire utilizing the "Akita Inu" as a totem, integrating agriculture, tourism, cultural creations, and film and television!

"Ma... Manager Nohara..."

Ito Kenji's voice beca sowhat hoarse due to extre shock, and he even subconsciously switched to the most reverent honorifics.

He abruptly stood up, and amidst the surprised gazes of the crowd, bowed deeply to Nohara Hiroshi.

A standard ninety-degree bow!

"Although I don't understand, it feels extrely impressive!"

"Especially knowing that you plan to use our Akita Prefecture's, our Omagari City's Akita Inu, to shoot an promotional movie for our Akita Prefecture..."

"Then the future of our Omagari City, is... is in your hands!"

A famous person coming to shoot a movie.

That is an explosive big deal for local tourism and local promotion!

As long as it's fild by Nohara Hiroshi, a famous director who originated from their Akita Prefecture, and the work promotes Akita Prefecture and Omagari City.

Then he, the Mayor of Omagari City.

Could he lack the political achievent of promoting his hotown?

It must be known, he, Ito Kenji, personally overca all dissenting views, personally ca to Nohara Hiroshi's hotown, and after cordial negotiations, requested Nohara Hiroshi to shoot a promotional movie for his hotown.

No matter what, he, Ito Kenji, will have political achievents added to his resu!

He truly is soone considering his hotown...

A good civil servant!

The kind of good civil servant who absolutely deserves to be promoted!

Thinking of this, Ito Kenji, who was bowing before Nohara Hiroshi, couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smug smile on his lowered face.

What does bowing matter?

Earlier this year when too many young people left Omagari City, he could bow and apologize humbly at the City Hall press conference in front of so many reporters and television stations.

And now?

A piece of cake~

(End of Chapter)