booktalesy Chapter 335 The Legend of Generation 1
Chapter 335 The Legend of Generation 1
Chapter 335 A Legend
Los Angeles, Beverly Hills, the official dinner following the Vanity Fair Oscars.
If the Oscars ceremony is a power transition ritual, then this banquet is a celebration of the victors dividing their spoils. Studio heads, top directors, and superstars from across Hollywood, sip champagne, and converse under luxurious crystal chandeliers.
And tonight, the absolute center of attention, besides Leonardo DiCaprio who just won the Best Actor award, is Eva Green, who was elevated to stardom by Shin Kitahara.
She wore a dark green haute couture backless evening gown, with a priceless pigeon blood ruby necklace adorning her fair neck. The unique magnetic field of the "Dark Rose" gown continued to operate deep within her soul, amplifying her destructive, Gothic dark beauty countless times over.
In the Hollywood world, filled with blondes and blue-eyed beauties accustomed to sweet smiles, Eva Green is like a poisoned rose growing on the edge of a cliff—dangerous, deadly, yet exuding an irresistible allure.
Several veteran Hollywood directors who had previously rejected her auditions were now holding wine glasses, trying to get closer to her.
"Eva, your performance in Inception was disastrously captivating." A Universal Pictures executive, beaming, handed her a glass of champagne. "We have an S-class production about a vampire family that's perfect for your style. I wonder what your schedule is like now—"
"Excuse me, sir." Eva didn't even look directly at the executive. She gently swirled the wine in her glass and interrupted him in a languid tone with a thick French aristocratic accent, "My schedule is not determined by Hollywood studios."
She turned around, facing the barrage of cameras from several top Hollywood entertainment media outlets, and proudly raised her swan-like neck.
"Ms. Green, now that you've received your Oscar nomination, where will you focus your career next? There are rumors that you turned down a lucrative offer from Warner Bros., is that true?" The reporter eagerly handed over the recording pen.
Eva parted her red lips slightly, revealing an exceptionally charming yet utterly arrogant smile.
"The rumors are true. My next project is a medieval dark fantasy epic with a budget of $120 million. It will be fully funded and produced by Kitahara Productions' North American branch, and it's tailor-made for me." Eva's self-shine swept across the faces of all the Hollywood capitalists present, making no attempt to hide her affiliation. "I am the leading lady personally chosen by Director Kitahara. My soul, my films, everything I have belongs only to the Kitahara Empire. In the Kitahara Group's backyard, I don't need to cater to any traditional white aesthetics."
If this extremely arrogant declaration had been made by any other female star, she would have been completely blacklisted by Hollywood capital, and might not even see the sun rise tomorrow.
But at that moment, not a single executive in the entire banquet hall dared to utter a word of rebuttal.
Everyone knows that Eva Green has every right to be arrogant. The man behind her has just won the Oscars for Best Director and Best Picture a few hours ago, and in the past month, he's been like a raging tortoise, snapping up half of Hollywood's industrial chain with massive amounts of cash.
Eva Green, with the utmost pride and unbridled arrogance, displayed the unique mark of Shin Kitahara on her person to all of Hollywood. She wanted to tell everyone that, as that man's blade, she would become the undisputed dark queen of this era, ruling the vast backyard of North America.
Sanno Hospital, Tokyo, Japan.
This top-tier private hospital in Akasaka has always been the preferred choice for the Japanese Imperial Family and prominent political and business figures. Today, however, the luxurious VVIP maternity wards on the top floor have been completely sealed off by the Kitahara Group's security team. Every five steps along the corridor stands a bodyguard in a black suit, his expression solemn; not even a fly can get in.
The red light above the delivery room door remained on.
Kitahara Shin, dressed in sterile clothing, stood quietly by the delivery bed, holding Nakamori Akina's hand, which was soaked with sweat.
"Nobu-kun—I—" Akina's face was a little pale, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but her eyes revealed a mother's tenacity and strength.
"Take a deep breath and relax." Kitahara Shinnobu gently brushed aside the messy, damp hair on her forehead with his other hand, his voice steady and gentle. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."
That legendary golden lighter lay quietly in Kitahara Shin's suit trouser pocket. Under the protection of an invisible aura, the entire childbirth process avoided all possible unexpected risks. Perfect genetic optimization allowed both the mother's endurance and the baby's vitality to reach the peak of human physiology.
Less than two hours.
"Wow--!
""
A clear, loud cry, seemingly able to pierce through all the gloom, suddenly resounded in the delivery room.
"Congratulations, President Kitahara! Congratulations, Ms. Akina! It's a very healthy and very strong boy!" The attending physician excitedly hugged the little life wrapped in a sterile towel, his voice trembling.
The nurse quickly cleaned the blood off the baby and carefully placed him next to Akina's pillow.
Akina looked at the baby with closed eyes and rosy cheeks, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears. She weakly reached out and gently touched the child's soft cheek, tears streaming down her face. This was the child of her and the man she loved most in her life, the precious treasure she had brought into this world with all her might.
Kitahara Shin bent down, looking at the little guy who had inherited his bloodline. In those usually unfathomable eyes, a pure and gentle light unexpectedly appeared.
He could clearly sense the extraordinary vitality emanating from this child. The golden aura surrounding him meant that from the moment of his birth, he possessed an intellectual threshold and a perfect physique that far surpassed that of ordinary people.
"Nobu-kun—let's give him a name." Akina looked at him weakly, her eyes full of expectation.
Kitahara Shin straightened up, his gaze piercing through the delivery room window to the vast city he stood beneath his feet. From his solitary arrival in this era to the establishment of a multi-billion dollar entertainment empire spanning East and West, the mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and countless miracles along the way flashed through his mind.
"Let's call him Qi."
Kitahara Shin's deep, powerful voice echoed in the quiet delivery room: "Kitahara Kei."
Start, begin, set off.
It not only represents the start of this child's life, but also heralds the official beginning of an unstoppable and generationally inherited vast dynasty for the Kitahara Group in the new 21st century.
"Kitahara Kei—" Akina murmured the name, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "It sounds so nice. This is the beginning of our new century."
With the successful birth of an heir, Kitahara Shin had more time to stay behind the scenes and oversee the overall situation. Kitahara Productions, which he had built from scratch, also entered a period of explosive and terrifying profits.
Let's shift our focus back to the Asian film and television industry.
After several years of rapid expansion and internal restructuring, Kitahara Productions is no longer a workshop-style company that can only rely on Shin Kitahara to write scripts and direct.
Shin Kitahara thoroughly introduced Hollywood's industrialized "writers' studio" system to Japan, creating a massive and highly productive script production line. Hundreds of top screenwriters were divided into multiple groups, including suspense, romance, workplace drama, and historical fiction. They didn't need to search for abstract inspiration; they only needed to strictly follow the conflict rhythm, exciting plot twists, and character arcs set by Kitahara, producing industrial-grade scripts under high pressure every day.
With this terrifying industrial capacity, Kitahara Productions' four ace actresses ushered in their grand slam era.
After her breakout role in *SPEC*, Yuko Takeuchi cemented her status as the "Queen of Suspense." Her new drama, *Strawberry Night*, showcased a remarkably nuanced portrayal of a tough female detective burdened by a heavy past. The contrast between her ruthlessness at crime scenes and her haughty demeanor towards her subordinates earned her a second consecutive Best Actress award at the Japanese Drama Academy Awards that year.
Nanako Matsushima, on the other hand, triumphed in both the workplace and pure romance genres. In "Yamato Nadeshiko," she portrayed a seemingly materialistic...
The flight attendant, who secretly yearned for true love, became the white moonlight of the entire Japanese nation, and the finale's viewership rating broke through the 35% ceiling, winning the annual viewership champion.
Meanwhile, Takako Matsu and Rie Miyazawa expanded their reach in the film industry. Rie Miyazawa, with her performance in the historical epic "The Twilight Samurai," produced by Shin Kitahara, perfectly captured the forbearance and strength of women of that era, sweeping the Best Actress award at the Japan Academy Film Prize.
Whether turning on the television or going to the cinema, viewers across Japan and even throughout Asia were horrified to find that everywhere they looked, they saw Kitahara Productions' logo.
Best Director, Best Screenplay, Best Actor and Actress — at the major award ceremonies at the end of the year, Kitahara Productions' artists and creative team swept almost all the major awards like autumn leaves in the wind.
This overwhelming dominance not only completely monopolized the Asian film and television industry, but also triggered a severe earthquake in the mentality of the entire Japanese nation on a macro level.
In the past, the Japanese entertainment industry has long harbored a deep-seated "Hollywood complex" and a "worship of the strong." Any Japanese actor who could appear in a Hollywood B-movie and say a few lines would be hailed as an "international superstar" by the media upon returning home. Audiences also subconsciously believed that the film industry and aesthetic standards of Europe and America were the highest in the world, and that true success lay in gaining recognition from Western capital.
But now, times have changed.
When Kitahara Shin returned to Tokyo with two Oscars, news of the Kitahara Group's acquisition of a Hollywood special effects company during the Nasdaq crash reached Japan.
Japanese people suddenly realized that they no longer needed to look up to Hollywood.
Because the strongest man in all of Asia has already trampled Hollywood underfoot!
"What does international recognition mean? Even veteran Hollywood directors line up to learn from the films produced by President Kitahara! They're the Westerners begging for our approval!"
"Stop bragging about going to Hollywood. If you're really capable, go get a supporting role at Kitahara Productions' headquarters!"
This "demystification" and reversal of stance has caused cultural confidence in Japan to swell to an unprecedented peak.
People no longer blindly worship Hollywood's special effects, because the major shareholder of some of the world's best special effects companies is named Nobuo Kitahara.
Under this godlike pressure, the young artists within Kitahara Productions reached an almost fanatical peak of awe and worship for their boss.
Late at night, in the Kitahara Productions headquarters building, in a high-end drama rehearsal room exclusively for core artists.
Several empty mineral water bottles lay carelessly on the wide wooden floor. Twenty-year-old Takeru Satoh and eighteen-year-old Shun Oguri sat slumped in front of the mirror, sweating profusely, their chests heaving.
They weren't newcomers to the entertainment industry; having honed their skills at Kitahara Productions for several years, they could sense more clearly than anyone else just how terrifyingly large this empire called "Kitahara Productions" had become.
On the LCD TV on the wall of the rehearsal room, the evening news was being replayed. In the video, Shin Kitahara, dressed in a suit, walked out of an office building in Hollywood with a cold expression, the logo of a top North American cinema chain that had just been fully acquired by the Kitahara Group behind him.
"The president is truly a god—"
Takeru Satoh hastily wiped the sweat from his face with a towel, his eyes fixed on the man on the screen, filled with undisguised fervor and worship. As a veteran who had joined the company in 1996, he had witnessed Kitahara Shin's rise to the top of the world.
"When I joined the company four years ago, I thought the president was just a great producer. And now? He's completely trampled those arrogant white capitalists in Hollywood underfoot!" Takeru Satoh took a deep breath, gripping the towel in his hand tightly. "As long as I can stay behind the president, even if I'm just a stepping stone in this empire, I'll be the strongest one! I absolutely cannot be left behind by the times!"
Shun Oguri sat next to him, nodding vigorously, his eyes burning with the same indomitable ambition and ultimate yearning.
In this company, there is no seniority system, only naked power and skill. They watched as seniors like Yuko Takeuchi swept all the awards in Asia, and that huge sense of disparity and the yearning for the top tormented them every day, while also tempering them.
"Ken is right. The aircraft carrier the president has built has already sailed to the whole world, and even changed the status of the entire Japanese film and television industry." Shun Oguri stood up, stretched his aching shoulders, and stared intently at his sweat-drenched reflection in the full-length mirror. "We've toiled here for so many years, enjoying the best resources in all of Asia. If we can't even catch a glimpse of the president's back, then we have no face to call ourselves Kitahara Productions!"
"Then keep practicing!" Takeru Satoh suddenly stood up from the ground, his eyes flashing with an alarming brightness. "I'm absolutely going to get the lead role in the next S-class production. I want the president to see that the soldiers he personally trained are qualified to conquer even bigger stages!"
"Let's see who gets that spot first." Shun Oguri clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.
At this moment, whether it's Eva Green, who has already dominated Hollywood with her cool and elegant demeanor; or the four queens who have swept Asian awards and firmly sit on their thrones; or these young actors in the rehearsal room whose eyes burn with unwavering passion and desperate ambition.
They are like planets orbiting a star.
And Kitahara Shin is that sole sun, radiating absolute gravity and dominating the entire galaxy's operation. An undisputed ultimate overlord who has completely monopolized the world's entertainment and capital networks, he now stands proudly at the pinnacle of the century.
The gaze shifts from the practice room, filled with ambition and sweat, back to the warm and tranquil Akasaka Sanno Hospital.
A few days later, in a WIP luxury ward.
The afternoon sun streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the entire room in a soft, golden glow. Akina Nakamori leaned against the rocking hospital bed, her complexion much improved, and gazed down at the sleeping baby in the crib beside her, her eyes filled with unwavering affection.
The door to the ward was gently pushed open.
Izumi Sakai, Rie Miyazawa, Nanako Matsushima, and Takako Matsu entered quietly, carrying various exquisite baby supplies and flowers. They had deliberately chosen the same time to visit Akina so as not to disturb her rest.
"Shh—" Quanshui turned her head and gestured for the people behind her to be quiet, then walked quietly to the crib.
Looking at Kitahara Kei, who had his eyes closed and was breathing evenly, several queens who once dominated the Asian entertainment industry all transformed into the gentlest aunties.
"So cute—" Rie couldn't help but reach out a finger and gently touch the little guy's soft, glutinous fist. When the baby instinctively grasped her finger with his tiny hand, Rie's heart melted. She turned to look at the male lead behind her, "Look, his brow bone and nose are exactly like Shin's. When he grows up, he'll definitely be a heartbreaker who can charm countless women."
Nanako smiled as she placed a bouquet of calming chamomile flowers into a vase, sat down on the edge of the bed, took Akina's hand, and looked up at Kitahara Shin, her eyes filled with tenderness: "Akina-neechan, you've worked so hard. Teacher must be exhausted from running back and forth these days. Looking at this little one, I feel all my fatigue has been healed."
Matsu Takako stood quietly to the side. As the last person to join this circle, she watched this heartwarming scene, her eyes slightly moist. She looked at Kitahara Shin and silently murmured "President" in her heart. In this large family, there were no dramas of power struggles among wealthy families outside, only a perfect understanding of mutual support and companionship for that man.
Kitahara Shin sat on a single sofa not far away, holding a cup of black coffee. He quietly watched the five most important women in his life whispering to his heir.
After the cutthroat competition of Hollywood and the ruthless business world, the scene before him gave him an unprecedented and absolute sense of fulfillment.
Kitahara Shin put down his coffee cup, stood up, and walked behind them.
"Everyone has worked hard these past few days." Kitahara Shin's deep voice rang out in the hospital room, carrying an undeniable gentleness. "The industrial footprint in Hollywood is now completely established, and the companies in Asia have perfect SOPs in place. For the next few months, I won't need to stare at the market and reports every day."
Several women turned to look at him, some with confusion. In their minds, this man was like a perpetual motion machine that never tires; even when he was with them, he was always planning a vast business empire.
"I plan to take a long vacation, for myself and for you all." Kitahara Shin looked at them, his deep eyes filled with exceptionally focused affection.
"Long holiday? Where are you going, Shin-kun?" Izumi asked softly, curiously.
"Europe." Kitahara Shin reached out and gently stroked Izumi and Rie's hair, his gaze finally settling on Akina on the hospital bed. "Next month, once Akina has fully recovered and the little one is a bit stronger, we'll set off. I've already bought a 300-hectare private castle estate in the south of France, with the best sunshine, vineyards, and absolute privacy."
"Going to France for vacation? Now that you mention it, it seems like we can all relax together," Nanako chimed in with a smile.
"It's not just a vacation."
Kitahara Shin shook his head, his expression becoming unusually solemn, his tone revealing a domineering yet romantic quality unique to him: "I've already booked six of the top haute couture wedding dress design teams in Paris and Milan. Over the past few years, you've endured unimaginable pressure for my career and to stay by my side."
The ward fell silent instantly, with only the faint breathing of the baby audible.
The four close female friends, including Akina on the hospital bed, were all stunned, staring at the man in front of them in disbelief.
"Although legally I can only provide a de facto marriage registration document," Kitahara Shin's gaze swept across each of their faces, taking in the shock and tears in their eyes, "in my world, each and every one of you is an irreplaceable member of my family."
He bent down, placing his hands on either side of the crib, shielding these stunning women in his shadow.
"Get your passports ready and look your best. In that French estate, I want to take the most perfect wedding photos in the world with each of you. I want this memory to be your proudest and most unforgettable moment in your lives."
These words were like a bombshell, directly shattering the psychological defenses of all the women present.
Quanshui covered her lips, and tears instantly streamed down her clear, spring-like eyes; Rie's eyes were red, and she threw herself into Kitahara Shin's arms, hugging him tightly; Nanako and Matsu Takako held each other's hands, desperately suppressing the sobs in their throats. Nanako looked at the teacher she had always admired, her eyes filled with the emotion of her wish being fulfilled.
Even without a public ceremony, even if it's just a set of photos taken at a private estate, for them, being able to wear a wedding dress, stand beside the man who conquered the world, and leave behind the most sacred images is already the ultimate romance and fulfillment a woman can receive.
Akina leaned against the hospital bed, looking at Kitahara Shin surrounded by his sisters, her eyes filled with tears and a smile.
Outside the window, the autumn sun shone brightly. The killings and conquests of the Northern Plains Empire had temporarily come to an end. What awaited them next was an ultimate romantic journey spanning half the globe, a journey unique to this vast family.
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