Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 272 Sold

Inside the largest banquet hall of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

The largest entertainment media reception in recent years was held.

The initiator is director Takeshi Kitano.

In Japan, some people may not know who the current Prime Minister is, but there is absolutely no one who does not know who Takeshi Kitano is.

Although he often speaks without restraint and says things that make people laugh and cry, making others feel embarrassed.

But, he is the last world-class film master in Japan.

Takeshi Kitano is the right person for the job.

Nowadays.

Media reporters from all over Japan and foreign media reporters stationed in Japan came.

Get together.

It was for the press conference for Takeshi Kitano's latest movie.

In his last Warring States film, Shuri, he directed and edited the Warring States image that has always been the focus of Taiga dramas into something absurd and nonsensical.

But the description of the lower class people, the analysis of the middle class warriors, and the manipulation of the high-level bigwigs are all filled with greed, anger, ignorance, cruelty and viciousness.

Although it has received mixed reviews, some like it and some criticize it, it cannot be denied that it is still at the master level.

In today's era when Japanese films are gradually declining, Takeshi Kitano is Japan's hope.

Takeshi Kitano sat in the middle of the press conference, with flash cameras flashing non-stop.

He was the only one sitting there, with the seat next to the heroine empty.

All media know that the heroine of this movie is Yui Oda, the hottest and most mysterious idol star now.

It's too early to call him a superstar, after all, he doesn't have any representative works.

But she never participates in any entertainment activities, and just posts updates about her daily life on time.

Even so, it has attracted a large number of fans.

Every time she releases a video, it becomes a trending topic in Japan.

“Thank you all for coming here.”

"As you all know, my mother passed away not long ago."

Kitano Takeshi said with a smile, starting with an incident like this at home.

"I once thought that the best way to say goodbye to the deceased is to smile, a happy smile, so when I anticipated this day, I even designed the lines I would say to the undertaker."

“Please, grill my mother medium-rare because she always liked it medium-rare.”

The whole audience was silent, and although it was ridiculous, they felt it was very Kitano Takeshi.

"But I didn't say it in the end." Kitano Takeshi still smiled, a little sadly: "Especially when my sister took out the passbook that my mother left me."

"After I became an adult, my mother strongly urged me to give her some money every month. I complained about it at one point, but then I realized that every penny she gave her was saved for me."

"This old woman didn't even realize that the money she kept in the bank had depreciated in value after all these years, and there wasn't much left. She still hoped that this passbook would help me when I was in trouble."

"At the moment of her death, she was probably still worried that I, a 70-year-old old man who did absurd things, would end up alone, penniless, and dying in pain."

"Even though I'm a big director and considered an asshole by many, in her eyes, I'm still a seven-year-old who wets the bed. No matter how old I get, even now, I still have trouble peeing."

There was something shining in Kitano Takeshi's eyes. He took a breath in self-mockery, paused, and continued:

"A jerk reporter once asked me: He said, Takeshi Kitano, your films are always full of violence and blood. Don't you think this will encourage violence in the world?"

"I replied that there are so many beautiful, touching and tear-jerking movies in this world, but the world hasn't become more peaceful at all, has it?"

"Now, please, is that asshole reporter still here?"

"Oh, there you are, you bastard, damn, why do you look older than me, can you pee well?"

"Now I want to tell you, you old bastard, my movie might just make the world a little more peaceful."

"You probably want to know what this movie is about."

"It's a smile."

“Yes, this movie is all about smiles.”

“There’s not so much preaching and meaning in life.”

"Fuck the meaning of life!!"

"It's fine to have nothing in life. Just being born, living, and dying is amazing."

"Isn't it?"

"Just a smile is enough."

"Everyone must be wondering where the heroine is." Kitano Takeshi sighed, "There's nothing I can do. She's afraid of crowds, so she begged me for a long time but just refused to show up. What a willful little thing."

"I was already quite headstrong, but I didn't expect to meet someone even more outrageous than me. She even accused me of smelling because I hadn't showered in a few days. So, I took a shower today to attend the press conference."

"My willfulness was defeated by her willfulness. She is on the set right now."

Kitano Takeshi picked up the remote and pressed a button.

The screen behind him lit up.

A girl is wearing a sailor suit, a dark blue pleated skirt, black socks and small leather shoes.

He was sitting on the back of a staff member's bicycle, patrolling the set, smiling happily.

No makeup, no smears, not even her hair was tied up.

Fluttering in the wind.

A pure smile.

Just smile.

Everyone stared at it in a trance.

"What an enviable youth." Kitano Takeshi turned his head and pounded the table, the sound drawing the reporters' attention back: "Why didn't I have girls like this around me when I was young?"

"Many people introduced me to various heroines, some more beautiful, some more lovely, and some with more temperament."

"They have smaller faces, look better on camera, have more upturned noses, and have more three-dimensional features."

"And my heroine, 17-year-old Oda Yui, isn't the prettiest, nor the cutest. She doesn't even know how many teeth to show when she smiles."

"But she's the girl every guy dreams of riding on his bike when he's 17."

“As you can see.”

“Youth is only the faint scent of soap and shampoo on clothes when you pass by.”

Kitano Takeshi sighed and continued, "This damn staff member sat in the seat that everyone wanted to sit in. His salary will be deducted this month."

Kitano Takeshi gave instructions to the side.

The press conference was a great success.

Oda Yui's smile is played over and over again on major video websites.

Although Kitano Takeshi didn't even say the name of the movie, he didn't reveal the specific content.

But even so, it still rushed to the top of the hot list at a rocket-like speed.

Not only in Japan.

In South Korea and Southeast Asia, Yui Oda's popularity is also growing rapidly.

Kim Mi-jung stood at the back of the press conference with bright red lips, wearing a white shirt, black denim shorts, and red lined suspenders.

The beautiful legs in high heels stood at an angle.

The suspenders were tied around her plump white thighs, digging slightly into them.

Amid the fiery gazes of the men passing by, she stared at the press conference with her arms folded.

Kim Mi-jeong knows too well the current situation in the Korean and Japanese entertainment industries.

The stars who come out of the same workshop assembly line are not only face-blind, but also have the same facial features.

Even the role positioning of idols has become terribly homogenized.

Kim Mi-cho clearly understood her position on the first day she met Oda Yui.

Oda Yui appeared to break all this.

A clean, pure and sincere girl.

"Everyone has an Oda Yui in their heart." Jin Meiting ordered: "Send this sentence and make it the first sentence of all self-media."

Under the operation of many self-media.

This slogan became a trend overnight, dominating the hot lists of all countries!

And Oda Yui was lying in the hotel bedroom, counting on her fingers the days when her onii-chan and her mother would come to visit her.

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On a small island south of Shikoku.

The headquarters of the ghost clan.

Hashimoto Yuuna was in the small room, looking at the person coming at the door, not knowing what to say.

Keiki Nishiyama was standing at the door in a suit and tie, smiling.

If there is anyone on this island that she misses, this man must be one of them.

Many of the hundreds of orphans in the same group died during the brutal training of the Ghost Tribe.

After completing various tasks, many people died.

Of all these orphans, only Hashimoto Yuna and this man are left.

"You're back." Nishiyama Keiki's voice was mellow.

Not only is he tall, but he also has a very gentle appearance.

Hashimoto Yuina nodded.

"Emperor Sutoku issued a notice saying that you have received news that the Japanese government is preparing to attack us?"

"Yes."

"You have to be careful," Nishiyama Keishu said. "You've been working undercover among humans, and you've held such a high position. If you were discovered, it would be terrible."

"Don't worry, I will take care of your house. And Natto is in my house now."

"Thank you for your trouble." Hashimoto Yuna looked around the house and saw that everything was spotlessly clean. "Qishu-kun, you did a great job. Thank you very much."

"I've seen the video you sent of Natto. He's gained a lot of weight. You take better care of him than I do. You're a better fit to be his owner than I am."

"But you are his master after all, just like this house is yours after all. You will come back to take over it in the end." Nishiyama Qishu said with a smile:

"Mrs. Masako asked me yesterday at dinner if you would come back."

"Is Mrs. Masako in good health?" The short and fat woman appeared in Hashimoto Yua's mind.

Like many other fishermen, she was captured by the ghost tribe and taken to this island to do some hard labor.

"It's not as good as it used to be. After all, there's too much resentment here." Xishan Qishu shook his head. "She also mentioned that she wanted to return to live on land, but was rejected."

Hashimoto Yuna was speechless for a while. Once she got to this ghost island, how could she possibly go back?
Unless there's a chance this time
"I'm going to see you, my Lord."

"Then I'll wait for you at Mrs. Masako's house for dinner."

"No, I've already eaten."

"Don't you know Mrs. Masako? When you come back, you must have a meal with her. Only then will he be happy."

"Okay." Hashimoto Yuna felt complicated and didn't know what she was thinking.

In the largest fortress on this nameless island.
In the innermost hall.

Hashimoto Arina knelt in the dark lobby.

Dozens of pairs of red eyes kept flashing in the black fog.

"Have you obtained the Japanese government's combat plan?" a voice asked solemnly.

"Yes sir."

Hashimoto Arina took out a document and held it in her palm.

The file disappears instantly.

"Foolish humans actually want to use warships to encircle and suppress us. What awaits them is destruction."

"Kill them and we'll move to another place."

"No, capture them alive and use them to negotiate with the Japanese government."

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Sendai.

Yua Mikami stood blankly at the door of the villa.

She suspected there was something wrong with her ears: "You, you, you, what did you just say?"

"I'm saying 'fuck you', do you understand?" Fang Zuo frowned: "Fuck you, give birth to children, mate, reproduce, don't you understand?" "You you you" Mikami Yua stuttered.

The words "shameless and obscene" were scared back by the man's glare.

"I don't want to waste my time talking to you." Fang Zuo turned and walked out. "They'll naturally tell you that I've suffered a great loss."

Yua Mikami bit her lower lip and was about to retort when she suddenly heard some unknown voice in her ears. Her face flushed with shame and she stared at Fang Zuo's back with a charming look.

"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and move. We still have to drive." Fang Zuo said impatiently.

This ungraceful man.

Mikami Yuya kicked a small stone at her feet fiercely.

But he didn't dare to disobey, so he could only twist his waist and follow in small steps.

The pink Rolls-Royce was on its way back to Tokyo.

While driving, Yua Mikami would occasionally glance at the man lying in the passenger seat.

He still had his eyes closed, reclined the seat, and rested his legs on the center console.

The words the old man just said echoed in Mikami Yuya's ears.

[From now on, this man will be your man. Remember to serve him well and obey him. If you can successfully give birth to his offspring, the Mikami family can maintain its power for hundreds of years.]

"This is all I can do for the Mikami family. I will tell your father everything, and he will explain it to you in detail."

Mikami elegantly stepped on the accelerator deeply and drove at high speed.

She couldn't wait to ask her father in person.

The old man in the villa used the word "serve" instead of "marry him".

serve
Even if it was just about borrowing seeds, Yua Mikami would feel better.

At least everyone is equal.

But serving means that I am the servant and he is the master?

Do I really have to wash his feet?

This guy said he was short of a woman to wash his feet, which means he has many women, but he just lacks one to wash his feet.

This bastard is vulgar, shameless, disgusting and perverted.

With her keen business logic, Yuya Mikami was able to analyze many things from the words in an instant.

The joy I just felt for escaping the clutches of the devil disappeared in an instant, and I wanted to cry immediately.

"Hey." Mikami Yuya called out, "Can we discuss this?"

The man remained motionless and unresponsive.

"Can you please cancel this appointment? You can tell me what you want."

"You're probably mistaken. You should go find your father. I'd be more than happy to cancel this agreement with the Mikami family." The man said calmly, his eyes still closed. "You don't have to give me anything. You must work hard, otherwise I'll torture you in the future."

Hearing Fang Zuo's threat, Mikami Yuya felt a little dissatisfied.

He speaks as if he is ugly and no one wants him.

Not to mention a place like Japan, even in North America, there are many business tycoons who want to pursue me.

"Hello." Mikami Yuya asked again: "What do you do?"

No one paid any attention to her.

"Can't we just talk?" Mikami Yuya said, "Tell me about your situation. Maybe I can convince my father to give up this agreement."

"The gatekeeper." said the man.

"What gate are you looking at?" Yua Mikami was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"The gate of the Tokyo Women's University girls' dormitory." Fang Zuo said unhappily.

"Tsk, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. Do you think lying is fun?" Yua Mikami made a face.

"Remember to go back and talk to your father. If you want to cancel the agreement, come to find me at the women's dormitory of Tokyo Women's University." Fang Zuo said.

Disappeared in the next second.

Yua Mikami was so frightened that she almost slammed on the brakes and sent herself away.

Where did this guy go?

The Ark appeared in Zhang Benhe's arena.

Just now, Yuya Mikami's car happened to pass by the nearby city elevated expressway.

He just came down on the way.

After taking the elevator to the bottom floor, Fang Zuo went straight to the inner room.

"Master Fang." Zhang Benhe saluted politely.

The old monk next to him happened to be there too, but the rebellious disciple Erlong had disappeared somewhere.

"Master Fang, I just received news from home. You are worthy of being Master Fang." The old monk flattered him, his old face smiling as if nothing had happened.

"Stop talking nonsense. Where is what I want?" Fang Zuo asked, "When will you bring it to me?"

"Master Fang, I've brought it a long time ago and have been waiting for you." The old monk hurriedly took out an exquisitely carved, half-meter-high rectangular sandalwood box from behind him.

"So fast." Fang Zuo was stunned.

"How could we dare to neglect to send the things Master Fang wants by international express? Of course, we will immediately use our private plane to deliver it to you personally." The old monk said respectfully.

My goodness, is this still a monk?

Fang Zhuo looked at the old monk with a smile.

"You old guys, it seems that even though the Buddha is gone and the Lingshan Buddhist Kingdom has disappeared, you're actually living a more comfortable life. No wonder you don't look sad at all. Now you've even bought private jets and private airlines."

To achieve such a fast speed, only private jets are needed. We must have spent a lot of money to rent several long-term private routes so that we can arrive quickly without having to schedule.

It can be seen that these old fellows in Buddhism have a way of making money.

That immortality contract costs as much as one million, and the supply is in short supply. It’s really hard to count the money.

Not to mention the donations and other income from various pilgrims.

In comparison, the short-lived Vajra in the Buddhist temple of Sendai Villa, despite his resentment, seemed like a pure monk.

The old monk smiled awkwardly and didn't know how to answer.

After all, what this big shot said was right. The assets of Buddhism have grown explosively in recent years.

I simply don't know how to spend it.

Not to mention mocking him, even if they pointed at his nose and cursed him, or even cursed Buddha, what could they do?

He just listened obediently and didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction.

Fang Zuo opened the sandalwood box.

A clay statue of Acala is inside.

The tremendous power of Buddha and incense came towards me.

The statue is sitting on a stone seat and is in the shape of a boy.

There are seven buns on the top of his head, his braid hangs down to his left shoulder, his left eye is slightly closed, his lower teeth are biting his upper lip, and he looks angry.

He carries a raging fire on his back and holds a sharp sword in his right hand.

Acala is originally the angry form of Vairocana Buddha.

Although it is just a clay sculpture, it is said to be made by Vairocana Tathagata himself.

If the remains of Asura want to continue to evolve, they can only rely on the clay statue of Acala in the center to complete it.

Fang Zuo wiped his hand and put it away.

Walk out of the inner room.

Outdoor arena.

The two battles are in a stalemate.

The audience in the stands cheered wildly.

The second dragon from Shaolin Temple faced a white man.

The two sides exchanged punches and kicks, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner.

Nagano Rei was fighting with a Hindu.

Nagano Rei's wave of punches were destroyed by the Hindu who stretched out his long arms and legs from a distance.

She wanted to engage in close combat, but was stopped by the cultist who stretched out his head and spewed out fire several meters high.

Suddenly, several meters long legs as thick as rubber jumped out from the raging fire.

"It stinks." Nagano Rei jumped high to avoid the long legs, her face puffed up with anger: "You don't even wash such stinky feet."

He put his hands together and attacked with a huge wave punch.

Fang Zuo took a quick look and walked back.

It was only a matter of time before Nagano Rei won this game.

He asked Zhang Benhe to borrow a secret room and set up a concealment magic circle.

He took out the clay statue of Acala and clapped his hands.

The Asura Dao pattern on his body grew wildly, absorbing the shattered clay sculptures.

The ancient and vast incense and Buddha's power were madly absorbed by Asura's broken Taoist patterns.

This clay sculpture follows the imprint of the Dao pattern, like mercury, filling in the remaining indented Asura pattern, and at the same time giving rise to new patterns.

Fang Zuo took out half of the soul of the Japanese Susanoo he had hunted and a large amount of incense and threw them all in.

Finally, the Asura Dao pattern on his body was supplemented with many new branches.

At the moment of completion.

Suddenly, a huge vortex appeared in the sky above Tokyo.

Fang Zuo was the first to sense it.

catastrophe?

If I perfect the Asura body and the combination of the Central Acala, can I still have a heavenly calamity?

No, it's not.

Fang Zuo expanded his spiritual thoughts.

high in the air.

This huge vortex is probably as big as the entire city of Tokyo.

Keep spinning.

The wind and cloud are discolored.

The divine mind looked down from above.

In Tokyo, a city with a population of tens of millions, the densely packed lights of thousands of homes and the neon night scene that resembled a starry sky were all extinguished in an instant.

The whole of Tokyo was without power.

No.

It's not a power outage.

It is space and time that are frozen.

The transmission of light ceased.

In the entire Tokyo, probably only high-level strong people can still move in this space and time.

Abe Noja walked out of the villa and looked at the sky with a frown.

Behind her, Abe Haruaki appeared instantly, his eyes red as he stared at the huge vortex in the sky, as if a hungry ghost saw some food.

Several members of the spiritual opposition group in Tokyo also came out of their houses and watched the movement in the sky.

Sakura Sora Kurumi was followed by several section chiefs as she walked out of the Security Department with a serious look on her face.

In the Japanese Divine Kingdom within the Incense Barrier, several primordial gods appeared outside the barrier, exploring the movements in the void.

In the Hindu Brahma, Shiva, Kamabi and Shinu, three Indian gods, also walked out of the incense barrier of Brahma.

The Garden of Eden, the Kingdom of God, and the gods of various religions all walked out of their own world of incense.

In the void.

A giant floating European-style castle appeared.

"Even the huddled Valhalla has arrived." Kamapi retracted his fangs. "What's going on? There shouldn't be anything like this here."

"These poor souls in Valhalla, deprived of their human authority and followers, are afraid of being hunted down." Shiva blinked his middle eye and said, "It should be something from Judaism. I sense the desire of Protestantism, Catholicism, and Orthodoxy."

"We still don't know the origins of this group of infighting guys, and we don't know why they came here."

(End of this chapter)