Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 305: Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Path to Prime Minister

Takeda Ryosuke, who had already turned around, suddenly turned back and looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu in surprise.

I was so excited that my body was shaking slightly.

I really want to do something for this country.
"Is it really possible?"

You are clear about the proposals you submit to Congress.

One proposal, three suggestions.

First, digital payments of any political donations to members of Congress are not allowed.

Second, political donations are not allowed to be touched by any foreign account funds or individuals.

Third, increase the intensity of scrutiny of legislators’ political donations and introduce a third-party supervision mechanism.

These three articles are undoubtedly a major blow to the underground income of the legislators.

I don’t know how many people wish they could be hit by a car and die.

"I can't guarantee it 100%, but there should be great hope," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said. "I can only say I'll do my best."

"I trust Councillor Shiraishi. No matter what, the fact that Councillor Shiraishi is willing to help me is already the biggest surprise." Takeda Ryosuke nodded repeatedly. "What should I do?"

"It's simple. Mobilize your base of Kansai voters, the more the better, and get them to pay attention to tomorrow's live broadcast." Shiraishi Nagiko said seriously, "I need a strong viewing base for tomorrow's live broadcast. I have to get them all to watch."

"Then, go find Abe Nojaku."

"Looking for her? I did look for her. To be honest, she was the first one I approached, but she refused." Takeda Ryosuke said with a wry smile, "I didn't even get a second word out of my mouth."

"Go find her this time and tell her that a large number of congressmen will agree with your plan tomorrow. I hope she can follow up. If she doesn't, you will go on the show and reveal more inside stories about the black money congressmen last time." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with raised eyebrows.

"If she asks how you know a large number of legislators agree with your proposal, just say you have no comment."

"Let her guess for herself!!"

After saying this, Shiraishi Nagi's beautiful eyes sparkled.

"Ah, but I don't have any inside information about Councillor Kurokin to reveal," Takeda Ryosuke said. "That's what Councillor Shiraishi meant."

"Yes, you didn't, but Congressman Abe doesn't know, right?" Shiraishi Nagiko said with a smile, "Given Congressman Takeda's usual straightforwardness, our Congressman Abe, with his suspicious personality, will definitely believe it."

"But believing this is not enough to get her to come to the front and get the members of her party to vote for your proposal."

"Given her personality, she would only place bets if she saw a certain trend among the congressmen."

"But how can we allow members of Congress to have this tendency?" asked Takeda Ryosuke with a frown.

"Don't worry about it. I have a solution." Shiraishi Nagimitsu picked up the teacup and said, "Wouldn't you like to drink some, Councillor Takeda? This is good tea from China, brought by my man."

"Oh, okay." Takeda Ryosuke picked up the teacup and took a sip with suspicion: "It is indeed good tea."

"Okay, let's put it this way, Councillor Takeda. It's too late, so I won't keep you here." Shiraishi Nagimitsu put down his teacup. "See you in the Diet tomorrow."

"Also, please don't reveal anything I do."

"We haven't met tonight."

"Oh, I see. I understand." Takeda Ryosuke nodded repeatedly. "Then I'll leave. Councillor Shiraishi, I'll leave everything to you."

"I'll ask my assistant to take you there."

"Ah, no need, no need." Takeda Ryosuke glanced at the cute round-faced assistant next to him with an impatient look, looking much more fierce than Councillor Shiraishi.

Takeda Ryosuke walked into the elevator still thinking about what Shiraishi Nagimitsu said.

How on earth did she do it?
The fine Chinese tea her man brought?
Isn't her husband dead?

Have you found a new partner?
This news seems even more explosive!!!
After watching Takeda Ryosuke leave, Shiraishi Nagimitsu returned to the office and called Morisawa Rena.

"Hello, Councillor Shiraishi, what can I do for you?" Rena Morisawa was in a very good mood.

After Fang Zuo came, she felt extremely satisfied both spiritually and physically.

Especially the brutal force, it can last for a long time after a meal.

"Excuse me for bothering you, Mrs. Morisawa, but I need to borrow some people from you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

"Or cover up the tattoo and look more refined?" Rena Morisawa replied knowingly.

"Yes, this time they are older, and I need to hold off the police for about an hour," said Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"No problem, Councillor Shiraishi. When do you need me? Where do you need me?" Rena Morisawa agreed readily.

Even if there was no relationship with the man, getting to know this congressman was something she had been longing for.

"Tomorrow morning, the location is in front of the National Diet," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said. "They'll also need to bring some slogans, banners, and loudspeakers. I'll send you the specific props."

"Understood. Don't worry, I will make every possible arrangement for Councillor Shiraishi." Morisawa Reina nodded. "When it comes to these things, no one in Japan is more professional than us, the Yamaguchi-gumi."

After hanging up the phone, Shiraishi Nagimitsu was about to dial the next number.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the office door.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu opened the door and saw Minamikawa Keiko standing at the door: "It's time to get off work, hurry up, I have a table reserved, you should get off work."

After she finished speaking, she pushed Shiraishi Nagimitsu out.

"I was just looking for you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

While being pushed by Minamikawa Keiko, he reached out to hook his shoulder bag.

"Really? Then let's talk while we eat." Minamikawa Keiko stopped pushing Shiraishi Nagimitsu's shoulders and instead hooked her arm, and the two walked outside.

When the two of them walked out of the office hall, they heard shouts of grievance from afar.

"Hey, did you guys forget something?" Shiraishi Mei frowned and stood in the distance, looking aggrieved. "I'm in the bathroom. Didn't you notice someone's missing?"

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The Mikami family is in a high-end club in Tokyo.

The two beautiful women finally reached an agreement.

"Then it's a deal, Ms. Yua Mikami." Demi Blackrock stood up from the sofa and stretched out her hand to shake hands with Yua Mikami.

Mikami Yuya also extended her hand and shook it. "The Mikami family is a very trustworthy family. Miss Demi Blackrock can rest assured."

"Also, I hope that our subsequent drone orders won't be intercepted by Ms. Mikami Yuya again," Demi Blackrock sneered.

"I've given up all my shares in the Sumitomo Group. If something like this happens again, Mikami Yuya, I swear to God, the first person to come to you will be Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp, Commander-in-Chief of US Forces in Japan."

"No problem, Miss Demi. How many times do I have to tell you this?" Mikami Yuya nodded. "From now on, drone orders will have nothing to do with the Mikami family."

"Very good, now, let's talk about our personal matters." Demi Blackrock crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly to look at Yua Mikami.

The smile on his face seemed to be a malicious expression of watching the fun.

"What personal matter?" Mikami Yua said, "Our friendship hasn't progressed so quickly, Miss Demi."

"She, Reilly, is a disciple of the three-time King of Boxing champion known as 'The General,' the world's number one boxer. Furthermore, she was born into the Gambino family, one of the five major North American mafia families." Demi Blackrock sneered, "Reilly, you can show us your fist marks now."

Reilly, who had been impatient beside him, lit up with joy when she heard this.

With a swish, he pulled off his sleeves.

Showing off the tattoo on his arm.

then.

A punch flew out quickly.

The two old men behind Yua Mikami quickly took a step forward.

The fist hit the wall next to it.

There was a 'boom'.

Then with the sound of 'crashing'.

Countless sand and rocks fell down.

A fist mark emitting black smoke was left on the wall.

There are burn marks on the side.

"I, Reilly Gambino, on behalf of my master, 'The General,' formally challenge the girl from the Mikami family. My fist mark represents my honor." Reilly's face was filled with seriousness.
"If your family doesn't accept it, then my master will come find you. This is my family crest. If you don't agree, my family won't let you go."

After saying that, Reilly took out a badge with a rattlesnake engraved on it and placed it on the table next to her.

"OK." Demi Blackrock clapped her hands. "This is our private matter. Now, Miss Mikami, please quickly invite that beautiful girl out."

Mikami Yuya looked at the smoking black hole with an ugly face: "That woman is not from our Mikami family"

"Ha, this is the famous Mikami family? You don't dare to admit it so soon?" Demi Blackrock said sarcastically.

She turned to Lei Li and said, "What should I do, Lei Li, people don't recognize me?"

"I don't care. All I know is that I met her at Mikami's house and lost to her." Reilly slowly retracted her fist.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I will come again. I want to see that woman. Otherwise, I will accept your contempt for the 'General' and your disdain for our Gambino family."

"Then let's go first, Reilly. I think Miss Mikami is thinking of another excuse. Hehe." Demi Blackred patted Reilly's shoulder.

Reilly nodded and turned to leave first.

Halfway through the walk, Demi Black turned around and stared at Yua Mikami.

A thin waist and big, round buttocks.

The 1-meter-tall figure looks like an exaggerated goblet.

She said word by word: "Mikami Yuya, it's not over yet. If you provoke me, everything is just beginning. I am looking forward to our future clashes."

Mikami Yuya met Demi Blackrock's gaze without fear and said with a smile, "I'll wait."

Wait until the two of them leave completely.

The old man behind him came forward.

"Ms. Mikami Yuya, you'd better inform the head of the Mikami family that this 'General' is far beyond the SSS level. Winning the King of Fighters title three times in a row is no small feat." The old man's face was stiff, and he said solemnly, "If he is really angered, I'm afraid the Mikami family will be in great trouble."

"Is he so scary? Does he dare to come to Japan to commit crimes?" asked Yua Mikami with a frown.

"He dares. Of course, in modern society, the Tokyo Exorcist Guard can certainly catch him if they're prepared. But what if he sneaks in, commits a crime, and then leaves?" The old man shook his head.

"It would be very easy for him to cross the ocean to Japan on a large yacht. He could just find a landing place anywhere."

"This covert method is extremely troublesome. The most important thing is that he can find the Mikami family at any time, but the Mikami family can't find him."

"I understand. Don't tell my dad yet. I will find a way to solve it." Yua Mikami rubbed her brows.

If my father finds out, I'll inevitably get a lot of nagging lectures.

It would be better to go find that Nagano Rei
On the beach.

Fang Zuo grabbed Hashimoto Yuna's two ivory-like beautiful legs.

A large hand clasped two thin ankles.

The skin on the ankles is white and delicate.

Hashimoto Yuuna closed her beautiful eyes and clenched her teeth tightly.

The blush on her pretty face was as red as the afterglow of the sunset at the seaside.

She didn't wake up until dawn.

Open your beautiful eyes.

I was lying on the beach, naked.

The white skin was covered with a lot of sand.

The man beside her was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, facing the rising sun.

She was somewhat fascinated by the strong and sturdy lines of his body.

I remembered the touch of his hands holding me last night.

Hashimoto Yuuna rubbed her legs and shuddered in pain.

If he had not undergone rigorous training since childhood, he would have died long ago.

She lifted her beautiful legs and slowly approached the man beside her.

In the rising sun.

The legs are white, tender and the lines are flawless.

She gently pushed the man's shoulders with her plump white feet.

Wait until the man turns around.

Only then did Hashimoto Yuna realize that this posture left her exposed.

"Does it look good?" Hashimoto Yuna shyly covered her face with her hands, then slowly opened them.

"They look great," the man nodded. "From now on, they're all yours." Hashimoto Yuna struggled to lift her other leg and placed it on the man's shoulder. "Do you like them?"

"I like it." The man tilted his head and touched her soft white soles with his cheek.

This considerate and caring gesture made Hashimoto Yuna even happier.

"By the way, what's your name?" asked Hashimoto Yuuna.

"Fang Zuo."

"Fang Zuo?" Hashimoto Yuna's legs rubbed Fang Zuo's shoulders teasingly: "This name is not Japanese, are you Chinese?"

When Fang Zuo reached out and grabbed her ankle like he did last night, she screamed and tried to pull back: "I can't do it anymore. I really can't."

Seeing the man just pass a warm current over, I immediately felt much more comfortable.

Only then did she feel at ease and continue to press the man's strong back with her white, plump and soft soles of her feet.

She slowly lowered her beautiful legs, supported her body with difficulty, stretched out her arms, hooked the man's neck, and fell into her arms.

Wait until the two buttocks fell into the man's big hands.

She pressed her little face against the man's heart, listening to its surging beat.

The touch of skin and the sense of security made her moan with satisfaction.

but.

Hashimoto Yuna has a biggest question in her mind, which has been kept in her heart.

She still couldn't figure out who asked such a powerful person to save her.

I can't figure out what powerful force I know.

The man just waved.

Emperor Sutoku, the huge vengeful spirit who had led the ghost tribe for hundreds of years, just lay on the ground like a rotten rag.

Not even as good as a dog.

Leave it to your own devices.

then
I let out all my anger.

Every time he heard Emperor Chongde scream in pain, he felt happier.

I feel even more grateful to this man.

Although I did want to suppress the pain in my heart through physical stimulation last night.

But it cannot be denied that every woman who admires a strong man does not want to miss such a strong man.

but.

Who asked him to save himself?
It is definitely not the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force, otherwise, why would they need to deploy so many warships and launch so many missiles.

"Who asked you to save me?" Hashimoto Yuna asked the question she wanted to know most.

But the man's words petrified her instantly.

"Sakura Sora Kurumi."

"Ah?" Hashimoto Yuuna was stunned on the spot, her whole body as stiff as steel.

"Who are you to Sakura Kurumi?"

"Man." Fang Zuo said the answer that Hashimoto Yuna least wanted to know.

Am I cheating on my best friend's man?

Oh My God.
Yua Hashimoto's little head buzzed, and various scenes of the future echoed in her mind.

Did you become a mistress just like this?

How to do?
But before she could think it through.

The big hands began to knead her buttocks, which were just big enough to be held in one hand.

Then a large hand left, stroking her round thigh, then following the exaggeratedly smooth curve of her leg, passing her calf, and finally grasping her ankle.

This familiar grip left Hashimoto Yuna no time to think about what to do next.

"No, no, I really can't do it anymore." Hashimoto Yuna said in shock: "No, I mean, we can't do this anymore. Sakura Kurumi and I are good friends."

"She's a very good friend. She once saved my life."

“This is the second time.”

"We can't betray her again. We can't do the wrong thing again."

"Wait, listen to me, what we are doing is wrong"

"Are you listening anymore? Please listen to me, okay?"

“Yes, I asked for it, but I didn’t know.”

"It hurts!!"

"what!!!"

Available in the next second.

Hashimoto Yuna sank into it again.

And this moment.

Inside the Supreme Court.

Masami Miura was not in a good mood.

As soon as I arrived at the court, I saw the notice sent to me by the court.

It turned out to be the backup record submitted to the court by the famous North American female lawyer.

She will become Governor Miura's representative attorney.

just now.

Governor Miura has been handed over to prosecutors by the Tokyo Exorcist Guard.

Hojo Sakura is the prosecutor of this major criminal case.

But it was only a few short days.

She could keenly sense that the attitudes of her family members towards her had changed again.

There were also those judicial students and friends of the Miura family who vaguely heard about some unusual movements.

They all went to visit their younger brother, Governor Miura.

This shows an attitude.

They are all waiting for the outcome of this lawsuit.

Hedging your bets.

Masami Miura took the judicial file and placed it on the desk, carefully looking at the indictment documents submitted to the court by Hojo Sakura.

But the uneasiness in my heart became stronger and stronger.

If the female lawyer was not sure, she would never take the case.

Then.

How does she plan to fight this lawsuit and help Governor Miura overturn all the evidence that is currently unfavorable to him?
What would she do?
The more I think about it.

Miura Masami became increasingly uneasy.

Governor Miura cannot be allowed to get away with this.

otherwise.

Everything is over for me.

Masami Miura took out her phone and dialed Hojo Sakura's number.

"Hello," Hojo Sakura's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Justice Miura Masayoshi, you should know that I am the prosecutor in Governor Miura's case."

"According to Japanese law, in order to protect the interests of me, the defendant, we should avoid suspicion, not have private conversations, and certainly not meet in person."

"Please, Sakura, I want to see you. There are some things I need to discuss with you urgently." Masami Miura said in a low voice.

"No, we can't break the law." Hojo Sakura replied firmly on the phone: "Anything else? If not, I'm hanging up."

"There are still matters concerning the Master," Miura Masami said in a lower voice, "Don't hang up. This is the Master's business."

"What did he say?" Hojo Sakura's tone suddenly changed.

Everything about this man made it impossible for her to refuse.

Hojo Sakura touched the pet chain around her neck.

I still don’t dare to wear low-necked clothes.

"I need to meet. Believe me, Sakura, let's talk about it when we meet." said Masami Miura.

"." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, I'll wait for you," Hojo Sakura said, "Come to my place."

Hang up.

Miura Masami let out a cry of “whoosh”.

Fortunately, I reacted quickly.
Otherwise, that woman really wouldn't see him.

As a prosecutor, the evidence was weak and she should know more than she did.

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on the beach.

Hashimoto Yuna feels like a jar of honey.

Nothing is left of what has been devoured.

From the time the sun first rose in the early morning to now when it is overhead, half a day has passed.

What is the make of this man? Can't he stop?
"We can't do this." She said in a low voice, "This is not right."

"Then why did you scream so loudly just now?" Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"You!!!" Hashimoto Yuna kicked her long legs hard, trying to struggle to get off Fang Zuo.

"Come again?" Fang Zuo asked.

"No, no. I'm really going to die," Hashimoto Yuna said gloomily.

Since things have already happened, there is no point in thinking about it anymore.

"beep!!!!"

Several whistles sounded.

Several warships surrounded them from a distance.

"You go, I'll wait for them here," said Yuuna Hashimoto.

"Yeah." Fang Zuo put her down and took out a set of his own clothes and threw them to her.

Seeing a man so attentive and considerate.

Hashimoto Yuna, who had originally decided not to see a man again, felt her heart melt again.

Force yourself to stand up.

He leaned his little head forward and offered his slightly pale lips.

Greedily devouring the man's scent.

"Goodbye." Hashimoto Yuina said in a low voice.

I once again made up my mind never to see this man again.

Let it all be a dream.

But the next second, the man disappeared.

"Asshole, so fast! I still have something to say!!!" Hashimoto Yuna angrily kicked Misa with her long legs: "I'll make you pay next time we meet!!!"

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The entrance to the National Diet in Tokyo, Japan.

Countless old, weak and sick people were wrapped in bandages and using crutches.

Trembling and shivering.

Holding banners and using loudspeakers, they blocked the entrance to the National Assembly.
(End of this chapter)