298 The legend of the big fat sheep in the nightclub
I had a working meal at the studio by the way. When I walked out of the studio, it was already past noon.
No matter how hard it was to get rid of Shuichi-san with his eyes shining,
But he also asked me to bring over the complete script the next time we meet~
When leaving the studio, I heard him murmuring: "Should we make a romantic TV series? Or a horror movie? This is really a difficult choice~"
Between sweet love and scary stories, normal people should choose love, right?
Could it be that Xiu Yisang is actually a twisted guy at heart?
Nagayama Naoki thought of Itou Shuichi's wanton and flamboyant attitude on the set and his excitement when he went to Qingmizu's Yamaguchi-gumi as a guest, and his heart tightened.
"It is said that those who engage in art have some psychological problems. There may be something wrong with Shuichi-san~ Should I stay away from him?"
After leaving the door, the clouds in the gloomy sky became thicker and thicker. Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew over, making Nagayama Naoki couldn't help but tighten his windbreaker.
Since the issue of the year-end bonus was discussed today, Naoki Nagayama found that he had not been to a disco for a long time.
So he drove the Toyota Century towards Takadanobaba.
On Takadanobaba's Disco Road, the number of party lines has been slightly reduced recently. It must have been reduced by half of what it was during its heyday.
But this is easy to understand, the weather is too cold~
Nagayama Naoki parked the car on the side of the road. A Toyota Century parked here was inconspicuous at all. In the surrounding parking spaces, there were many flamboyant red sports cars and yellow convertibles.
Many of the people who drive themselves to the disco are rich.
The two tall and thick black security guards standing at the door obviously recognized Naoki Nagayama. When they saw the person approaching, they opened the door diligently and coldly shouted: "Boss, welcome!"
If I bowed again, maybe the people lining up next to me would think Naoki Nagayama was the boss of some kind of organization.
Naoki Nagayama walked in from the front door and opened the heavy curtain, revealing the interior of the disco.
The wind is still blowing coldly outside the disco, but the heat is still billowing inside the door.
Even in the afternoon, the deafening and powerful music filled the entire disco with noise. The dynamic rhythm seemed to make the entire ground vibrate, and the cool lights full of technology also flashed together, driving the guests in the venue to shake their bodies with excitement!
ST band, but they should only perform for one or two hours per show, and the DJ will take over the rest of the time, otherwise people will not be able to bear it.
Nagayama Naoki passed through the crowded crowd and walked to the bar, where was the backstage area.
The waiter at the bar recognized his boss and wanted to serve him a specialty cocktail, but Naoki Nagayama refused because he wanted to drive.
After passing through a small door and walking into the backstage, the eardrum-piercing music suddenly turned down by 70%, and then I found Araki Shigetomo who was doing accounting in the small office backstage.
"Naoki-san, why are you here?" Shigechi Araki was very surprised when he saw Nagayama Naoki. His boss has not been here for almost more than a month.
"Ah, isn't it the end of the year? We just discussed the year-end bonus, so I want to talk to Shigechi-san about it."
"Is it actually time to issue year-end bonuses again?!" Araki Shigetomo seemed to suddenly think of this matter, but this had nothing to do with him. After all, he was the one who directly received the dividends.
Nagayama Naoki sat down and said: "Hey, the specific selection method is still the same as last year, relying on the score sheet to send out. Do you still have impressions of Shigechi-san?"
"Hi, I still have the form from last year."
"That's enough~get your scores before this week~"
At present, the official employees of the disco should only be the waiters and waitresses, the DJ, the security guards, and the four members of the st band, such as the lead dancer in the venue, the atmosphere team, etc. They are all hired on a short-term basis and are paid on a pay-per-view basis. All workloads are actually
not very big.
Araki Shigechi nodded in agreement. Seeing that Naoki Nagayama was planning to leave, he couldn't help but say:
"Naoki-san, are you leaving now?"
"Well, is there anything else?" Nagayama Naoki looked puzzled.
The manager of the disco, Shigechi Araki, had mixed feelings.
This is a disco under your name. You didn’t even inspect it after you came here to make any comments? Naoki-san, you’re making me a little uneasy!
Aren't you afraid that my co-workers will commit fraud or corruption?
Naoki Nagayama is of course not worried anymore. The land is mine, and all the incoming and outgoing payments are from Shuyu Pictures’ accountant Mitsuru Kitamura. You, the manager, are directly divided into shares, and cooperate with the people in the store to be greedy for money.
Is it really more than your share?
Shigechi Araki paused and gave a reason: "Naoki-san, it's almost Christmas. Do you have any opinions on the Christmas activities we planned?"
Only then did Nagayama Naoki remember that there seemed to be a lot of Christmas decorations in the hall.
"Well, if you say that, I don't have any objection."
It’s just an ordinary event. What’s there to say? “If you really want me to say it, I can treat each guest to a cocktail that day~”
"Huh?! Does everyone give it away?"
"Well, a cocktail only costs about 500-800 yen. Anyway, everyone who comes in has already paid 1,000 yen for admission, so it doesn't matter if they give it back."
Nagayama Naoki said casually, the most people visited in a whole day was only more than 500 people, which means it was only 400,000 yen, sprinkle it~
Araki Shigechi was amazed by Naoki Nagayama’s idea, but who said his boss was a rich man?
"Hi, I understand."
After chatting for a while, Nagayama Naoki said goodbye and left through the back door. This time he didn't want too many people to see him.
What he didn't know was that after Christmas, a legend about a big fat sheep in a nightclub emerged among young people who liked disco dancing.
It is said that if you meet this guy, every guest in this nightclub will get a free cocktail!
For a long time after walking out of the disco, Nagayama Naoki felt that the explosive rhythm was still echoing in his ears, and his eardrums were bulging.
Why do you feel like you're out of touch? You can't even get high in a nightclub?
With such doubts, Nagayama Naoki was going to go to Ginza's Samadhi House to have a cup of hot tea.
It’s really the life of the elderly~
But when passing by Shibuya, looking at the shops, Nagayama Naoki suddenly had an idea in his mind, and finally remembered what he had done less!
He forgot to buy New Year gifts for his family and friends!
In previous years, before the Chinese New Year, this guy Tsuruko would call him in a hurry to remind himself not to forget gifts or anything. But this year, maybe because he was too busy preparing for the college entrance examination, he didn't even make a call.
This made Naoki Nagayama forget about buying gifts.
Thinking of this, Naoki Nagayama quickly stopped in Shibuya and prepared to finalize the gift today.
Shibuya has not become less lively at all because of the cold weather. Pedestrians wearing thick clothes make the whole street look even more crowded.
Nagayama Naoki did not pass through the Hachiko ticket gate of JR Shibuya Station, so he did not see the increasingly famous "Loyal Dog Hachiko Statue". However, after passing through the busy Shibuya intersection, he still arrived at the bustling city
Shibuya Center Street.
Department stores, restaurants, clubs & amusement parks, and various specialty merchandise stores are densely lined on both sides of the street. Even during the day, the colorful signboards can dazzle your eyes.
If you look closely, you will see that the clothes sold in the store are all super trendy styles, almost the same as those sold more than 20 years ago.
Nagayama Naoki walked along the street along with the crowd, thinking about what kind of gifts he would prepare for his family.
As for Tsuruko, she is about to face a big exam. Should she give her a Conan poster to hang by her bedside? "Is it difficult to fail the exam?" No, no, let's decide in college~
What else should I give? Forget it, think about it in the end~
Mom would be happy to give you anything, right? Just buy something that suits you~
According to my father, the tea set is almost ready. What's missing is the tea leaves. I'll go to Samadhi Residence later to get some~
Brother, I said before that I always give fisherman suits as gifts, which is a bit strange. Why not give me a camping suit this time, so that I can be prepared in advance when I go to the wild in the future!
(A certain Nagayama Aoki who was cooking in an izakaya couldn't help but sneeze! In exchange for his father Nagayama Ken scolding: "Aoki! If you do this kind of thing in the kitchen again, then clean up and go to Shizuoka Mountain.
Get up!")
After walking around the streets of Shibuya, Naoki Nagayama already had several gift bags in his hands, including a bag for his mother, a makeup set for Tsuruko, and of course outdoor sneakers for his eldest brother.
I bought some clothes for myself, and sure enough, once I started spending money, it was hard to stop myself.
After buying things, when he was about to walk towards his parking space, two figures suddenly appeared in front of him. Nagayama Naoki thought he had almost bumped into someone by accident, so he said "Private Marseille" and went around.
But I didn't expect two people to stand directly in front of me,
"Private Marseille, can I delay you for a moment?" The older middle-aged man bowed slightly.
Only then did Nagayama Naoki take a serious look. One of the two people was older and looked very ordinary, and the other was younger and looked quite handsome. Anyway, he didn't recognize them.
"Excuse me, is something wrong?" Nagayama Naoki asked calmly. Nagayama Naoki was not worried about paparazzi or anything, after all, he was wearing a mask.
The older-looking man respectfully handed over a business card: "I am Akira Sudo, the producer of Sony Records. Is this Mr. Naoki Nagayama?"
He was actually recognized!!!
"Hey, Private Marseille, I don't have a business card for the moment." Nagayama Naoki was surprised. After accepting the business card, he quickly asked, "How did you recognize me?"
A smile appeared on Sudou Akira's round face: "When I was in the store just now, I happened to see Naoki-san taking off his mask, so I recognized him."
Nagayama Naoki was even more surprised. If the person opposite was a girl, he wouldn't be so surprised.
"Mr. Sudou, are you a fan of mine?"
"Hahaha, if you say you are a fan, you are indeed~" Sudou Akira smiled even more cheerfully, "Actually, I have been paying attention to Naoki-san's songs."
Attention as a music producer!
Speaking of which, Naoki Nagayama, as a talented music composer, has already had 6 hits in just over a year, which really surprised the record industry, especially the major record companies.
But there is one bad thing, that is, this guy doesn't accept singing invitations.
It would be fine if he sang all the songs himself or for his own artists, but half of the songs were sung by singers outside his own company.
In addition, this guy actually did not participate in any industry activities and did not even have any familiar creative friends. Record producers who wanted to contact him were blocked by the company's Otomo Yoshimura.
This makes every record company very uncomfortable~
"Naoki-san, if it's convenient, could you please have a chat?" Sudou Akira saw that Nagayama Naoki was not angry or coldly refused, so he invited him, "By the way, this is Ozaki Yutaka next to me.
A newbie who has just entered the industry."
"This is the first time we meet, I am Yutaka Ozaki." Yutaka Ozaki bowed respectfully.
Nagayama Naoki originally planned to refuse, but after hearing the name, he felt it was very familiar. Although Japanese male singers are less popular, talented people who died young are always easy to be remembered.
"Ah, it looks like nothing is going on for now."
"Hey, let's find a coffee shop~" Akira Suto smiled even happier.
There are naturally many cafes in Shibuya. After the three of them sat down, Naoki Nagayama couldn't help but cast his eyes on Yutaka Ozaki, which made the young man even more cautious.
"A new talent at Sony Records? Was Ozaki-san discovered by a talent scout?"
Akira Suto took over: "Ozaki signed the contract through the selection meeting."
"Then your singing skills must be very good~"
"Of course, otherwise how can you stand out in front of everyone?"
The compliments from the two seniors made the shy brother feel a little shy and his face turned a little red.
After chatting for a while, Naoki Nagayama asked the main topic: "If Sudō-san finds me, it should be for Brother Ozaki, right?"
"Hey, Naoki-san is right. Although Ozaki has been signed, we currently have no clue about his debut, and we have not prepared any songs suitable for him."
“There’s nothing suitable in Sony’s music library?”
"." Sudou Akira has a headache. Although Sony's music library is very large, he is a low-level producer and does not have many resources. Those excellent songs are all held by old people.
"There is currently no one that is very suitable, so we are thinking of seeking song arrangements from the outside world."
Nagayama Naoki understood: "So you happened to see me today and decided to give it a try?"
"Hey, although this is very rude, Naoki-san and Ozaki have extraordinary talents and are very potential singers. Please give them a chance."
Although he was sitting down, Akira Sudō still used his upper body to bow at 90 degrees, which made Naoki Nagayama sweat all over his spine.
I didn’t have full attendance last month. I lost half a month’s salary. So I wrote very slowly.
