Entering the lounge, Fujii Arima sat down. Naturally, a staff member brought lunch and drinks. He took out a very long large red sausage from his bag, took out a knife, cut a piece and handed it to
I met Chihara Rinto and his attitude was quite cordial.
Qianhara Rinto thanked him and took it, then looked at the cut surface and found that it was not an ordinary red sausage, and asked: "This is?"
"Tugenlin's red liverwurst is made from mashed pork liver, steamed in casings with rosemary, cloves and peas. The taste is very charming. You will know it after you try it."
Chihara Rinto took a bite and found that the taste was indeed... rather strange. He quickly took a mouthful of rice and asked casually: "Did Fujii-kun study in Germany?"
Red liverwurst seems to be a specialty of Germany. It seems that I have been to Germany. No wonder I am rigorous in my work and more Westernized in my behavior.
"Yes, I stayed there for eighteen months as an exchange student in college, and I fell in love with liverwurst from then on." Fujii Arima said, took out a small jar from his bag, and asked
: "Would you like some more natto? Natto bibimbap with red liver sausage is the best!"
This is all his private collection, not for the purpose of establishing a relationship with Rinto Chihara, and he would not share it with ordinary people. In a sense, it can also be considered as making up for his original intention to intervene in the creative and screenwriting powers.
"Thank you, please use it for yourself." Qianhara Rinto declined. Although he is not very picky about his diet, he does not like strange food.
"You're not lucky." Fujii Arima didn't care. Anyway, his kindness was conveyed. He opened the lid of the jar, took out a big spoonful of it, and it became sticky. Suddenly, there was a faint smell of smelly feet.
The smell filled the entire lounge, and he smiled and said, "This is specially handmade by my mother-in-law, and you can never buy it on the market."
Qianhara Rinto resisted the impolite behavior of covering his nose with his hands, and regretted following him. This man's taste is really extraordinary, and he can compete with those in China who like to eat stinky tofu and durian.
Now that I think about it, it’s no wonder that none of his assistants came over. Usually eating together is a good way to build a good relationship in the workplace. I guess I’ve suffered a loss before...
But now that he’s here, he’s still a colleague, so it’s not appropriate to leave right away. He can only eat quickly and change the subject: “By the way, Mr. Fujii is married, is Mrs. Fujii also going with us?”
He started the workplace chatting mode to enhance the friendship between the two parties. After all, they might have to be together for a year or two, and the better the relationship, the more comfortable they would be.
"No, she is not an insider. She used to be a company employee and became a housewife at home after getting married."
"Sounds good, then these red liver sausages and natto were prepared by your ladyship for you, right? Fujii-kun is really happy..."
Fujii Arima paused slightly while mixing rice, and sighed: "It can't be called happiness. I have always been quarreling in the past two years."
"Did something happen?"
"A few years ago, I suggested that my father-in-law buy a piece of wasteland, right next to the Takagi City Expressway. I thought that Tokyo would continue to expand and land prices there would soar. But... I didn't dare to go back to my parents' home with her for two years to visit.
She was very unhappy."
Qianhara Rinto nodded silently, your behavior is similar to that of instigating others to sell the courtyard house in BJ Second Ring Road in 1991. No wonder you don't dare to see your father-in-law.
He asked casually: "Did you spend a lot of money at that time?"
"One hundred and fifty million yen, my father-in-law's life savings." Fujii Arima also entered the chatting mode, shook his head and sighed: "Now that land can only grow wild persimmons. Now every autumn, I can receive one
There was a big vat of persimmon sauce and a lot of persimmon cakes, which were very unpalatable, but my wife asked me to eat them all..."
"Have you ever considered selling the land?"
"It's only worth about 70 million yen now." Fujii Arima touched the back of his head and hesitated: "Maybe the economy will improve in a few years and the price will rise back."
Qianhara Rinto took a bite of the red liver sausage and said casually: "In my opinion, you'd better go back and discuss it with your father-in-law and get rid of the land as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid you'll have to eat the persimmon for a long time."
Fujii Arima was a little surprised: "Qianhara, have you done any research on the economy? Do you think Japan's Great Depression will last for a long time?"
Chihara Rinto has only read historical data. According to his memory of the original world, Japan's land prices were still far from bottoming out. There were two major plunges in 1996 and 1998, and in 1998 and 99 due to the Asian financial crisis
Before 1991, the land price in Tokyo was converted into cash, but it was claimed that it could buy half of the United States. It was too exaggerated, and it felt reasonable to drop it to 10%.
a little.
After 1999, land prices began to slowly rise again. By 2019, they had risen to about 80~90% of the price in 1991. However, nearly thirty years later, the purchasing power of money is different. Trying to buy half of the United States is pure nonsense.
.
Although they are two different worlds, they feel about the same, with a slight difference in time at most. So since we know that land prices will continue to fall, it is better to sell them first and do something else, and then buy them back around 2000, so that at least they can still survive.
Save a few more years of eating persimmon cakes.
It's just that these Chihara Rinto couldn't explain it to Fujii Arima. They could only laugh and said: "I read the news occasionally, but it can't be called research. It's just... an intuition. I think land prices are still far from bottoming out.
very."
If you hide like this, I guess you won't be able to see your father-in-law in 2020. If you keep eating persimmons for so long, you might die from diarrhea.
"It has fallen by half, it must have reached the lowest point, right?" Fujii Arima pondered, not quite believing in Chihara Rinto's so-called "intuition". The chats between colleagues were basically all nonsense, and whoever believed it was a fool.
He took out another spoonful of special natto, which made the weird smell in the lounge even stronger, and then said: "But Qianyuan, you are right, we should talk about it, and continuing like this is really not an option."
He still loves his wife very much, and he doesn't even dare to let her know when he goes to Ginza. Besides, persimmon cakes are good to eat once in a while, but eating them every day is a bit unbearable.
Chihara Rinto just chatted casually to close the distance. Whether he listened or not was up to Fujii Arima himself. He smiled and said nothing more. He filled his stomach with the last mouthful of rice in the lunch box, then stood up and said: "Fujii-kun
, you eat slowly, I'll go for a walk."
The smell in this room is so overwhelming that I really can’t bear it. I really don’t know why there are people in the world who like to eat strange foods. Can’t you just eat well?
"Hey, do you eat so fast?" Fujii Arima was a little surprised, then looked at his watch and returned to his true nature as a director, "The break will end in thirty-seven minutes. If you want to continue observing, remember to come back on time."
Qianhara Rinto nodded and pushed the door open. He took a few deep breaths first, then looked at the set and found that there were far fewer people. People who were probably close friends and had similar status gathered together to eat lunch together.
He strolled out of the studio, and outside was a row of big white houses, which at first glance looked like a large storage area. This was copied from a Hollywood studio, even the colors were painted exactly the same.
Or is it all to reduce heat absorption?
There was no scenery here, and he couldn't go to other studios to have a look. They wouldn't let him in, so he could only walk around the studio. As soon as he walked to the side of the studio, he suddenly saw a girl holding a hand.
A man refused to let go of his clothes and begged: "Tsumura-san, please, don't drive me away. It's so hard for me to have a chance to be on camera... Please, I will work hard, I
I will really work hard.”
"Let go!" Director Assistant Haruki Tsumura was so angry that his neck was thick, and he struggled to break away. "You are so reasonable. I can't talk you through it, so I won't let you work in the head office, right?"
"I'll change, I'll change, I won't talk back!"
"late!"
Tsumura Haruki raised her legs and walked away. After walking a few steps, she bumped into Rinto Chihara. She was stunned and quickly lowered her head to greet him: "Hello, Teacher Chihara."
Qianhara Rinto returned the greeting and said "Thank you for your hard work". He glanced at the girl who was standing there depressed, was stunned, and asked softly: "What happened?"
Tsumura Haruki hesitated for a moment and said: "I originally told her about the precautions for passerby actors, but she has a very bad attitude and is not very obedient to management, so I don't plan to use her anymore... Don't worry about that, it won't affect her.
During the filming, I immediately asked a friend to come over and fill in temporarily."
He was telling this passerby about discipline, and that passerby was talking to him about acting. He was almost angry to the point of depression. He really couldn't stand this guy making another mistake. Fujii Arima wouldn't scold this showman anymore, then
It's a disgrace to his status. I'll just scold him for not being able to manage a passerby actor.
"This may be a bit presumptuous. If possible, could you not replace her?" Qianhara Rinto glanced at the passerby and couldn't help but intercede with her.
He was not such a nosy person, mainly because he had a relationship with this girl. Before, this passerby was used as a human background. Her hair was wrapped and she was also wearing makeup. He just looked familiar and didn't recognize her.
He came out, now with a ponytail tied up, and he recognized it at once. This was the round-faced ponytail fish delivery boy who bravely rescued a child who fell into the water on the day he signed the contract.
At that time, this girl smelled like fish and called herself "the daughter of the sea". She jumped into the river to save people without hesitation in the cold season of early winter. This left a deep impression on him. He felt that she was at least a kind and good person.
So, if a kind and good person, a person with a history of courageous behavior, is fired, her income may be reduced and her life will be difficult. To be honest, he really doesn't mind doing more to help her and intercede.
It is said that good people are not rewarded, so start from yourself and help good people if you can.
It's a very stupid principle in life, but he thinks it's okay to commit such stupidity occasionally.
Tsumura Haruki glanced at him with some confusion, and then looked back at the girl who was full of joy at being saved from a desperate situation. She was not sure what the situation was. It stands to reason that if this girl is familiar with the creative writer, even if her acting skills
Not so good, the screenwriter helped cast an insignificant small role, and the producer and director didn't say much, so how could he be regarded as a passerby actor?
But if he doesn't understand, he still has to give face.
In a crew where the producer is in charge, the big boss of the dungeon is naturally the producer, but the director and the chief screenwriter can at least be considered a minor boss, and he can be considered an elite monster at most, the kind of garbage that loses the most green clothes along the way.
Elite monsters are simply incomparable.
If the crew replaces Rinto Chihara, it will probably be severely damaged; if he replaces him, everyone may not feel the same, and the level of importance is completely different. And even if he does not agree, if Rinto Chihara is serious, talk to the director and say a few words to the director.
He will not refute his face, which means that he has offended the chief creative and screenwriter in vain, so no matter from which point of view, it is better for him to just obey.
He immediately agreed, turned around and went back, saying angrily: "For Teacher Qianyuan's sake, I'll give you another chance. Come here, I'll tell you the shooting discipline again. This time, shut up and listen!"
"Yes, yes!" The girl was extremely well-behaved now. She wanted to go to Chihara Rinto to say thank you, but found that he had already wandered away, so she could only lower her head and listen to Tsumura Haruki's instructions.
Chihara Rinto took a walk for a while, ate his appetite, and then re-entered the studio. Just as he was about to return to his seat, he found a small figure standing there, reading a half-written script.
That little figure seemed to be very sensitive and turned around immediately when he saw it. It was none other than Michiko Fukasawa.
She was silent for a while and bowed slightly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't look at this casually...but, is it me that's being talked about here?"