Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 340 Taoist Priest Zhang
Osaka Film Studio.

There is a building specifically for directors and film crews to rest.

As the last great Japanese film master, Kitano Takeshi's office is naturally decorated very luxuriously.

The huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows face a small green lawn park.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling glass.

As soon as Demi Black took off her coat, two bodyguards immediately took it away.

She was wearing a white inner layer.

The black overalls with a strong sense of design wrapped her plump hips perfectly.

She is less than 1.6 meters tall, but she has the same or even more exaggerated curves as European and American women.

The long wavy hair is draped over the shoulders.

She turned her head and looked sideways at Takeshi Kitano, who was frowning and looking at the script with a stern face.

The small face with deep features smiled slightly: "Director Kitano Takeshi, there's no need to be so angry. Everything can still be discussed."

Not far behind her.

Reilly Gambino, a fighter from the largest mafia family in North America, took off her sunglasses and looked at the various decorations in the office with interest.

Looking around and touching things.

To show her respect for director Takeshi Kitano, she also wore a white long-sleeved shirt to cover up her tattoos.

She even took off her nose ring and lip studs and put on a pair of diamond earrings.

Kitano Takeshi looked at the thick script on the table, and the additional revisions made his face more and more ugly.

Anger was suppressed in his chest, and if there weren't two women opposite him, he would have started cursing.

His eyes rested on the supplementary items listed, and he became angrier and angrier the more he read.

[Needs to add African descent characteristics, it is recommended to add a black male protagonist and pair with Oda Yui. ]

[This film needs to reshoot an ending that is LGBTQ+ responsive.]

[This film needs to support more progressive gender values ​​on gender recognition issues.]

Any narrative involving historical controversy must be certified by the Columbia University East Asian Institute.

The plot about the Japanese Yakuza showing respect for Judaism and Protestantism must be revised.

"An actor with African ancestry—that's a must for a foreign-language Oscar nomination," Demi Black said with a laugh. "Of course, if Director Kitano Takeshi doesn't care about foreign-language Oscar nominations, then forget what I said."

"But Director Takeshi Kitano, if you disagree with modifying the Yakuza plot's respect for Christianity and Judaism, I bet this movie will lose its eligibility to enter the North American streaming market." Demi Black continued:

"As for the issues of caring for and promoting the values ​​of gender identity and progress, as we suggested, you can simply add a pair of rainbow gangsters to the script and give them a happy and well-wishful ending. This should be a very small problem."

"It's fine that Disney is monopolized by your Jewish consortium, but when did you even acquire Japan's Toho?" Kitano Takeshi said in a hoarse voice, clenching his fists.

Among several film producers, he chose to cooperate with Toho, Japan's largest film producer.

I didn't expect that it had been infiltrated so deeply by the Jewish consortium.

These rules and regulations are even more excessive than those during the era when Japan's censorship was the strictest.

A Japanese gangster movie actually includes black men and women.

There was also a fat European and American woman who looked like a ghost, and they actually forced her to play a role.

It is called balanced aesthetics.

Kitano Takeshi wanted to smash the script and his fists in the faces of the two women.

It doesn't matter that his movies can't enter the European and American markets, but when he thinks that the first film of the little girl Oda Yui can only be limited to Japan, Takeshi Kitano feels very unwilling.

"We just signed an agreement. We've signed agreements not only with Toho, but also with several major Japanese film companies." Demi Blackrock shrugged.

"However, I need to remind Director Kitano Takeshi that 93% of Japan's theater chains are subject to our projection technology patents. Even if your film forgoes the European and American markets, it will probably have a significant impact on its screening schedule in Japan."

"Any film that has not passed our review, even a Japanese film, will be excluded from the IMAX and Dolby Cinema systems."

"Just imagine how much market share will be lost, Director Takeshi Kitano."

"You don't want this movie to be terribly under-screened in theaters when it's released, do you?"

"I heard that you decided to make another movie just for the heroine of this movie. You don't want her to be labeled a box office poison after her first movie."

Kitano Takeshi clenched his fists.

On the one hand, it is my own hard work, and I would rather have a low screening schedule and only be released in Japan than have it changed drastically.

What rainbow mafia, what respect for Judaism, and add some ugly things in it! !
Is this still the gangster movie I want to shoot?
On the other hand, this is the first work of the little girl Oda Yui. No matter what, I want her to have a higher starting point.

Just when Takeshi Kitano was hesitating.

A clear voice shouted out.

"Grandpa Kitano Takeshi, I don't want you to compromise for me." Oda Yui rushed in, stood beside Kitano Takeshi, and glared at Demi Black.

"Little girl, life requires compromise." Demi Blackrock said with a smile, "Didn't your mother teach you that?"

A faint voice came from outside the door.

"I taught her that there's no need to compromise."

Demi Blackrock turned her gaze towards the door.

A beautiful woman wrapped in a black windbreaker, wearing black tight jeans and nude ankle boots walked in, with the exaggerated curves of her chest hidden in the windbreaker.

Demi Black couldn't help but stare at the bulging curves of the sweater inside the windbreaker, feeling a little sour.

Only as a woman, I know how huge it is.

Nagimitsu Shiraishi.

Demi Blackrock recognized the woman at a glance.

One of the two most outstanding women in the Japanese Diet.

She had on delicate makeup, and the skin on her face was surprisingly white, smooth and delicate, even emitting a faint glow.

This made Demi Blackley so jealous that she couldn't help but ask what skin care products she was using.

How can the skin be so good?

For a while.

Demi Blackrock seemed to be half a head shorter in terms of aura.

The battle between women is so direct.

A glance between the two sides determined the winner and the loser.

It’s like two women wearing the same clothes. What determines the winner is not the authenticity of the clothes, but who wears it better!

"Mom, you're here!!" Oda Yui said happily, "Where's Onii-chan?"

"Yui~~! Auntie misses you so much!!" Shiraishi Mei rushed in and hugged Oda Yui and said, "Hey, Yui, why don't you ask me, your auntie."

"You are just like your mother, heartless. You actually forgot about me like this."

"Auntie~~!" Oda Yui forcefully pulled her little head out of Shiraishi Mei's towering J-cup bra and immediately asked, "Where's Onii-chan?"

"Oh, your Onii-chan went to buy you some snacks." Shiraishi Mei rolled her eyes: "Auntie even queued up to buy you some spicy hot pot from Yang Guofu."

"Thank you, Auntie~~!" Oda Yui turned her head: "Where is it?"

"Here I am." Ma Feihui was looking at the woman in a white shirt next to her. There was something in her body that made her feel afraid.

After hearing this, he hurried forward with the separately packaged spicy hot pot.

She fell in love with the little girl at first sight: "Hello, Yui, my name is Makihui, and I'm your mother's bodyguard!!"

"Thank you, Makie." Oda Yui went forward and hugged Makie, then quickly took it and ran to Kitano Takeshi's side: "Grandpa Kitano Takeshi, this is the spicy hot pot I told you about. We're going to eat it together later!!"

Kitano Takeshi looked at Oda Yui kindly and nodded.

His gaze turned to the two beautiful women who were looking at each other.

"I know you, Councillor Shiraishi." Demi Blackrock stepped forward and extended her hand. "My name is..."

"Demi Blackrock." Shiraishi Nagimitsu interrupted with a smile, then extended her hand and shook it. "I know you too. You're the head of the Jewish consortium in Asia Pacific."

"It's truly my honor." Demi Blackrock nodded. "I wonder why Councillor Shiraishi is here."

"What a coincidence! I just heard someone mention my daughter, Oda Yui, and also heard someone question my education." Shiraishi Nagiko turned his head and looked at Takeshi Kitano beside him and said, "Thank you Director Takeshi Kitano for your appreciation and care for my daughter."

"That's not true." Kitano Takeshi shook his head. "I have to thank this little guy for inspiring me to be interested in making movies again."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded slightly in gratitude, then glanced at the list on the table. She reached out and picked it up, taking a look. "Ms. Demi Blackrock, is this what your investors want?"

"Yes, Councillor Shiraishi, this is legal," Demi Blackrock said. "The U.S. Department of Commerce's 2022 launch of the Cultural Equality Trade Framework is incorporated into the U.S.-Japan Cooperation Agreement. Since we're funding it, we can naturally make demands."

"That's correct," Shiraishi Nagimitsu stared at the numerous rules and regulations on the list and smiled slightly. "But Miss Demi may not know the laws of Japan."

"According to Article 38 of the revised Content Industry Promotion Act of Japan, any revision of historical narratives forced by foreign capital must be certified by the Historical Facts Review Committee of the National Diet Library."

"In other words, these changes to the film are inconsistent with historical narratives and violate Japan's film management regulations."

"I think Councillor Shiraishi is mistaken." Demi Blackrock's beautiful eyes fixed on the beautiful councillor. As expected, it was not simple, just as the records in the archives said. "This is a gangster movie. It has nothing to do with historical films."

"No, no, no, from what I understand, it's about the underworld of the Showa era. Of course, it's a historical narrative." Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned and asked, "Director Kitano Takeshi, am I right?"

"Ah, yes, yes... Councillor Shiraishi is right. This is a record of the history of Japan's Showa era, and the underworld certainly belongs to that period of history." Kitano Takeshi nodded repeatedly: "This is a fact that cannot be erased from Japanese history!!" "Then remember to file it with the Historical Facts Review Committee." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said: "We welcome any foreign consortium to invest in Japan, but if it violates Japanese law, that would be bad."

"Ms. Demi Blackrock, please note that these regulations must be approved by the Japanese Censorship Committee. By the way, I am also a member of the Censorship Committee."

Demi Blackrock's eyes flickered, and she tightened her grip on the limited edition handbag. She gave up on confronting the aggressive congressman and turned around to say,

"Director Kitano Takeshi, if that's the case, then our investors may have to withdraw their investment. You have to think clearly. In the Japanese film market, if we withdraw our investment, even if you find other investors, they won't be able to provide you with as much funding. You should know how expensive this film is."

"No need, just get out of here, I'll invest." A voice came from outside the door.

"Onii-chan!!" Oda Yui ran over excitedly, jumped into Fang Zuo's arms, and buried her little head deeply in them.

"I bought you a lot of your favorite snacks." Fang Zuo held Oda Yui's increasingly plump buttocks with one of his big hands.

I haven't seen you for a while, and you've grown up very fast.

It has the elasticity of a young girl, and the softness of a woman when pressed.

"Onii-chan is the best." Oda Yui hugged her husband tightly with her arms, and suddenly found that the room was quiet, thinking that there were many people watching.

Then he slipped down from Fang Zuo's body, took the snacks from Fang Zuo's other hand, and hid aside obediently.

"Sir, I don't know where you get your confidence from. Before you brag, you should at least understand the scale of Director Kitano Takeshi's films." Demi Black said sarcastically to the unfamiliar man.

"What he shot was not a simple gangster movie like before. Just the scenes with thousands of gang members hacking each other and the post-production special effects alone cost an astronomical amount of money."

Fang Zuo was too lazy to answer and picked up his phone to call Mikami Yua: "Hey, tell your father to prepare the money. I want to invest in a movie, a Takeshi Kitano movie. Yeah, don't talk nonsense about other things."

Click, then hung up.

Then he made another call: "Tell your boss that I want to make a movie and need your investment. Yes, I will have the director call you later."

"Sir, you probably don't understand how big this number is." Demi Blackrock found it a bit amusing as Fang Zuo casually made two calls.

"This is a massively expensive film about a mafia-style narrative, with such a huge cast and post-production costs, the money is beyond your imagination. It's in the hundreds of millions, and that's in US dollars. I think you still..."

But the man opposite didn't even look at her, as if she didn't exist, and casually handed the phone to Takeshi Kitano next to him.

What he said next made me swallow the rest of my words back instantly.
Mitsubishi Group and Mitsui Group?
real or fake?

"Here are the phone numbers for the Mitsubishi and Mitsui Groups," Fang Zuo said. "Please remember this and call them now. They'll understand. Don't worry about the amount. I only have one request: Yui Oda must not be wronged."

Kitano Takeshi took the phone from the stranger in a daze, looked at the smiling Shiraishi Nagimitsu and Oda Yui who was looking at the man with admiration.

Could it be that what this man said was true?
As a master of Japanese film, how could he not know these two major Japanese conglomerates? It’s just that they have never been involved in film and television.

Half believing and half doubting.

Kitano Takeshi suspiciously dialed one of the numbers: "Hi, this is Kitano Takeshi"

The words spoken on the other end of the phone instantly dispelled his suspicious expression, and he said yes repeatedly with joy.

Demi Blackrock watched all this and remained extremely skeptical.

Can you make the two major conglomerates obey your orders like servants in an instant?
Is this just a show for himself? To get better leverage?

Demi Blackrock's eyes twinkled.

At this time, her cell phone also rang.

Looking at the call list, at this critical moment, I suddenly called myself
Could it be that.
Demi Blackrock's face turned pale, and she seemed to believe it a little.

She answered the phone.

"Hello, I heard that your Jewish consortium invested in Takeshi Kitano's movie? Sorry, our Mikami family took over." Mikami Yua said happily on the other end of the phone, looking at her freshly done manicure while speaking, feeling extremely happy.

When I just received the call, I was still very upset about the other party's commanding attitude.

When I realized that I had snatched Demi BlackRock's investment cake, my mood instantly improved.

"Really? Your Mikami family is involved in film and television? Aren't you afraid of losing a lot of your cash flow?" Demi Blackrock said into the microphone with a sneer.

"No matter how much money Kitano Takeshi makes, his films won't lose much. Furthermore, we have professional investment professionals who can review the market," Mikami said with an elegant smile. "Besides, if it doesn't make money, would your Jewish consortium invest? It sounds like you've become less intelligent, Demi Blackrock."

pat.

The person on the other end hung up on her.

Demi Blackrock's performance made Mikami Yua even happier.

Forgive that man for his rudeness.
She waved generously.

Suddenly I thought, why did that man become interested in Takeshi Kitano's movies.

Mikami Yuya frowned and paced back and forth.

Looks like we need to investigate.

And here in Takeshi Kitano's office.

After Demi Blackrock hung up the phone, she knew that things were developing in a direction beyond her control.

"Director Kitano Takeshi, I hope you can think about it carefully. You know, in the film market, it's not enough to just have money. If you encounter any problems in the future that need us to solve, you can contact me again." Demi Black said coldly, and then winked at Reilly Gambino.

The two of them walked out one after the other with several bodyguards.

Didn't say hello to anyone.

But when the two of them passed by Fang Zuo, they both looked at Fang Zuo deeply.

"How rude!!" Oda Yui made a face at the two people's backs, then hugged Fang Zuo's arm tightly.

A pair of small arcs are tightly attached to the arms.

"Onii-chan is the best!!"

Outside the film and television base.

Demi Black and her bodyguards got into their respective cars.

"Is this Takeshi Kitano movie that important?" Reilly rolled up her shirt sleeves, revealing her tattoos, and added a lip stud and nose ring. "Not only is the investment huge, but you also need to come in person to discuss it."

"In peacetime, the media is a weapon, and it's our most important weapon," Demi Black said, leaning her head against the back seat. "This year is the most critical for us Jews. It's the year that will determine our future."

"In Washington, the High Priest is also negotiating with the new President Trump. I think there will be a result soon."

"Our plan is gradually becoming a success, and now Takeshi Kitano's film is a very important promotional channel."

"As long as Kitano Takeshi compromises and agrees to the elements we inject, he will be faced with more terms. He will have no choice but to continue accepting them."

"What should we do now? After the withdrawal of investment, this movie has nothing to do with us." Reilly shook her arm. The wound she had sustained after the last fight with Nagano Rei had healed a lot, which made her want to find Nagano Rei again to decide the outcome.

"Wait, it's not over yet." Demi Blackrock sneered, "Making a movie isn't just about having money."

"Takeshi Kitano will soon realize this."

"Then they will come to us for help."

----

The small dark room for customs inspection at Tokyo Airport.

The table was filled with various luggage.

There were two customs officers sitting inside.

There was a chair in front of the table with only two legs standing on the floor, while the other two legs were hanging in the air, yet it stood firm.

It rocks slowly and steadily like a rocking chair.

The young man in a sweatshirt lying on it crossed his legs impatiently and swayed his body as the chair swayed up and down.

"Are you a psychic?" The customs officer at the table in the small dark room frowned and said in broken Chinese.

The young man put his hands behind his head and said, "Are you in doubt? I was invited by your Shintoism and the Osaka Chamber of Commerce. If it weren't for my master's orders, I wouldn't come to your place even if you little devils invited me."

"Please be careful with your words, otherwise..." The customs officer had just finished speaking when his mouth seemed to be sealed and he couldn't speak again.

"What else can you do to me?" The young man sneered and said, "Repatriation? I'd love to have that. Hurry up!"

Another customs officer stood up immediately.

"What are you doing? This is a distinguished guest from Shintoism. If you have any questions, please ask your superiors." A Shinto priest walked in, bowed respectfully 90 degrees to the young man, and said in standard Chinese, "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry I'm late."

"Stop talking nonsense and quickly explain things to these two idiots." The young man twisted his waist muscles and somersaulted off the chair to stand up.

He pointed to the luggage on the customs table.

An ordinary Taoist robe instantly stood up like a human, then flew over and put on the young man.

Then the peach wood sword also flew into the air and hung behind the young man.

A Yin-Yang Bagua mirror emitted light and flew into his sleeve.

A bell rang in his hand.

"My butt is sore from sitting here. If not... Forget it, is this enough?" The young man said impatiently, "I don't have that much energy to stay here. If it doesn't work, I'll go back and the mission will be completed."

"Mr. Zhang, I'm so sorry. I still need to go to the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau to register." The Shinto priest said respectfully: "Don't worry, our goddess is the head of that bureau, she won't make things difficult for you like this."

"Goddess? What era still has that title?" The young man touched his chin. "Lead the way, why are you just standing there?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang," the priest said with an embarrassed look on his face, pointing at the police officer whose mouth was sealed.

"Just tell him to find a black dog's urine to wash his face." The young man waved his hand impatiently. "Spiritual energy is so precious, I don't want to waste it. It will take me a long time to recover it."

(End of this chapter)