Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 341 The contrast of the black silk bellyband, the mysterious and beautiful woman,
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, please bring the simultaneous interpreter. I'm not very good at some unpopular Chinese words." The Shinto priest said awkwardly with his head down, then walked forward and handed over a headset.

"Can you please be more professional? We are traveling all over the world now. How can we receive Chinese tourists if we can't speak Chinese well?" The young man in Taoist robe rolled his eyes impatiently.

Seeing the priest bowing and saying yes respectfully, he didn't want to hit the smiling man, so he took the headset and put it on.

"What did you say?" The customs officer nearby stood up quickly after hearing the priest's translation, pressed the alarm bell, and shouted, "You are insulting us and the Japanese officials. I can immediately apply for your arrest!"

"What's going on? Why did you ring the alarm?" A middle-aged man in uniform came in immediately, followed by several guards.

"Commissioner Aso, the situation is this: we are enforcing the law as normal, but this psychic from China not only refuses to cooperate, but also insults us." The police officer saluted quickly and said:
"They used Yin-Yang magic to seal his mouth. Not only did they not untie it, they also made us drink dog urine."

Before he could finish his words, the police officer's mouth seemed to be sewn shut.

All he could do was make a whining sound.

"You're attacking a customs officer. What's your name?" The middle-aged man known as Aso Customs Commissioner took the passport from the officer and said, "Zhang Yingxian?"

Zhang Yingxian understood what he said through the translator, but was too lazy to pay any attention to him.

He frowned and sat down again, and the chair began to sway instantly.

He reached out to clean his ears, looked at his fingers, and blew with his mouth.

He pointed his index finger at the Shinto priest, then at the middle-aged man, signaling him to take care of it.

"Takashi Aso, this is a distinguished guest invited by our Shintoism. Please let him go quickly and don't delay the affairs of Shintoism." The priest said in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency, Priest Shoichi Takeuchi, you've seen it. We weren't deliberately making things difficult for him. He was the one who insulted us first and attacked us," Aso Takashi said with a stern face. "Shintoism can't be insulted, but can the Aso family be insulted?"

Takeuchi Shoichi frowned and said, "Aso Ryuji, I don't care what you want to do, but I warn you, if you try to stop Mr. Zhang here, there will be three results."

"Either someone from our Shinto cult can ask Mr. Zhang to return, or we can call the Minister of Taxation to release him, or our goddess Yingkong Hutaoting can come to the customs in person to pick him up."

When Aso Ryuji heard Sakura Kurumi's name, his eyelids twitched.

Recently, this hall leader has become very famous. No family wants to confront her directly.
If she really came to arrest someone in the name of the Security Bureau, no matter how bold the customs and tax authorities were, they would not dare to go against her.

Thinking of Sakura Kurumi's recent behavior, Aso Takashi's heart trembled and his expression relaxed.

The families that went against this director all had a bad ending. If she were really allowed to come, she might find a reason to handcuff herself and lock herself up for a few days.

He was thinking of a statement that would not only save the Aso family's reputation in front of his subordinates but also allow the person to be released.

But this time.

Another scream was heard from outside, accompanied by the sound of high heels walking in the corridor.

"Asshole, Mr. Zhang is an honored guest invited by our Fuji Group and also an honored guest of our Hatoyama family. How could you stop Mr. Zhang at the customs like this!!!"

A beautiful lady with long flowing hair walked in.

A pair of carefully drawn dark eyebrows, small eye bags, and red lips painted with bright cherry red lip gloss.

She was wearing a white shirt and a black satin skirt, looking like a white-collar worker.

Different from the black stockings often worn by white-collar workers.

Her pair of beautiful legs, clad in transparent flesh-colored stockings, made her skin appear even whiter and smoother.

It exudes a light, translucent oily sheen, is full of flesh, and makes the legs look even longer and straighter.

As for the white shirt on her chest, it was almost torn apart by the huge nude bra underneath.

She stood by the window, bent one leg, and assumed a charming posture.

Putting her hands in front of her black satin skirt, she said, "Aso Ryuji, your Aso family is so arrogant. You can detain anyone you want at the customs. Do you really think the Japanese tax authorities are your Aso family?"

"Ms. Hatoyama Seai, was this Mr. Zhang also invited by you?" Aso Takashi saw this white-collar beauty coming in and felt that something was terribly wrong.

"Of course, we specially invited Mr. Zhang from China." Hatoyama Seai smiled slightly, twisted her waist, and said lightly, "What do you mean? Tax Commissioner Aso Takashi, do you want to meet him in the impeachment seat of the Diet?"

"What are you two saying? I think these are all misunderstandings." Aso Takashi smiled awkwardly.

If he was just a Shinto priest, he could still hold his own.

But this Hatoyama Seai is a member of the Hatoyama family and has been responsible for many external affairs of the Hatoyama family and the Fuji Group for many years.

It was just an ordinary little conflict, and it was nothing more than detaining someone and releasing him after a few polite words.

How did it suddenly become like this?

Now he is facing both Sakura Sora Kurumi and the Hatoyama family.

Let’s not talk about whether it is worth offending two major forces for such a small matter.

The fact that two major forces simultaneously invited a Chinese psychic to Japan shows that Mr. Zhang is no simple person.

If you offend the respectful figures of the two major forces, even an idiot knows what to do.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I think these are all misunderstandings. We will stamp your passport and let you go immediately." Aso Takashi bowed slightly and apologized to Zhang Yingxian, who was shaking his chair.

There was no echo.

Aso Takashi straightened up with an ugly look on his face.

For a moment, the room was extremely quiet.

There were only faint snoring sounds.

The instigator was already fast asleep in a rocking chair.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, you can leave now." Priest Shoichi Takeuchi gently pushed Zhang Yingxian.

"Who wakes up first from the dream? Hmm? Okay? You guys have finished talking, right?" Zhang Yingxian stretched, wiped his mouth with his sleeve out of habit, and stood up with a somersault.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, please come with me to the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department to register it." Shoichi Takeuchi said respectfully.

"What a hassle." Zhang Yingxian yawned. "Let's go. What are you standing there for? I have to pee."

"Yes! Please come this way." Shoichi Takeuchi made a gesture of invitation.

"Mr. Zhang, let's do as we agreed before. Come to us as soon as you finish your Shinto affairs. Our Fuji Group is looking forward to your visit." Hatoyama Seai stepped forward and stretched out her little hand.

Smile charmingly.

"Stay away from me." Zhang Yingxian looked at the small hand warily and took a step back. "I am doomed to be unlucky by women. Don't come near me."

After saying that, he walked out without caring about Hatoyama Seai's embarrassed expression and her outstretched little hands.

Watching Zhang Yingxian's receding figure.

Hatoyama Seai rolled her eyes at Aso Ryuji angrily, walked out of the room quickly, passed through the long electric walkway, and entered the airport's VIP lounge.

A beautiful woman with short brown hair and glasses is applying pink lip gloss to her lips.

She was wearing a white shirt and black trousers.

A thin leather holster sling was worn over his shoulder.

A black leather holster was fastened to his left hand beside his chest.

"Why are you so angry? Did you see someone?" After the beautiful woman finished painting, she pursed her pink lips.

Under the delicate skin, the velvety red lips make the entire oval face look even more white, tender and delicate.

"I've seen him. He doesn't look very old, but it's hard to say. You can't judge the ascetics there by appearance." Hatoyama Se'ai said angrily, "But I'm sure of one thing: he's not interested in women."

"He's not even a man. He didn't even look at me the whole time. I even lifted my skirt, but it was just a small favor for those other bastards."

"So women are useless to him." The woman with short brown hair looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, picked up two pearl earrings and put them on, then adjusted the position of the holster.

"Yes, it seems that next time I can only test him with money. But, it is also possible that he doesn't like my type." Hatoyama Seai walked over to the woman with short brown hair and said, "Auntie, why don't you give it a try? You are so beautiful, maybe this guy likes your type."

"I told you not to call me aunt. I'm not much older than you." The woman with short brown hair shook her head and sat down on the sofa next to her. "Even if he likes my type, he can't sacrifice me. When he comes, take him to those nightclubs and ask all types of women to try them out."

She squeezed her beautiful legs together and said, "Where's the Fuji Group's financial report for January this year? Show it to me."

"Okay, auntie." Hatoyama Seai picked up the briefcase beside her and pulled out a document, handing it to the woman with short brown hair. "Auntie, you're so tired of juggling two jobs. Why don't you quit your job and go back to the Fuji Group? Without you watching over them, those guys won't do their job properly."

"If they don't work hard, get them out." The woman with short brown hair said coldly, "What the Hatoyama family lacks this generation is political talent, not useless people who only know how to take money but don't work."

"I think it's time to find more professional managers to replace these family parasites."

"Do you think I want to be so exhausted?" She sighed and said, "If I don't occupy this important position in the government, the Hatoyama family will have no power to show for it this generation. The few members of parliament who belong to our Hatoyama family are timid and will be squeezed out sooner or later."

"Aunt, you have it too hard, but you can't always think about the family, you should also think about yourself." Hatoyama Seai said as she pushed her bra under her white shirt in the mirror:

“My heart aches for you.”

"Next time you say something like that, can you please look at me?" the woman with short brown hair said as she looked at the report. "That's not sincere at all."

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North America.

The White House in Washington.

In the presidential office, President Trump was putting his feet on the table, closing his eyes and thinking about something.

"Father, the Archbishop is here," daughter Ivanka said as she walked in.

She inherited her father's blonde hair and wears dark eyeshadow.

She is a model and is wearing a suit and high heels.

The bright red lips trembled slightly with the rhythm of the footsteps.

"Go hide in another room first and don't let him see you. After all, you are a Jew now, so it's better not to meet him." President Trump opened his eyes.

"Father, you have been elected president. Is this still necessary?" Ivanka curled her red lips.

"That's not the case. Since we've shown our relationship to the outside world as father and daughter, let's keep it that way. If we want to avoid offending both sides, we have to avoid provoking them as much as possible." President Trump said:

"After all, North America is still divided between Jews and Protestants, so many things are more convenient with religious support."

soon.

The archbishop walked in with a sullen face, holding a scepter and wearing a bishop's robe.

"Welcome, Your Majesty." President Trump took his feet off the desk, stood up and said with a smile, "What brings Your Majesty here?"

"Mr. President, why did you agree to this?" the Archbishop said in a deep voice. "You promised us that you would find a way to get the Protestant Church to search this area first."

"Give it to them? No, you are wrong, my Lord Archbishop." President Trump shook his head.

"The news said"

"That's just what the news said." President Trump smiled. "You know, this is a big deal."

"Don't worry, I will definitely let the Protestant Church go in and search for what you want."

"Is that so?" The archbishop's expression eased slightly.

"Of course, you know, I'm a Protestant." President Trump shrugged. "For Protestantism, I even fell out with my daughter. Your Majesty won't forget this."

"Of course, the Lord knows your loyalty and will reward you for all you have done." The Archbishop nodded in satisfaction. "Praise the Lord," President Trump said, placing his right hand on his chest and bowing his head slightly.

After the Archbishop left.

Ivanka came out of the inner room and asked: "Father, what on earth are the Jews and Protestants looking for there?"

"It's said to be a divine artifact that can unlock their respective sacred objects, but haha," President Trump said sarcastically, "Now we know that these artifacts and religions are nothing more than a group of invaders from outside."

"Look at that damned archbishop. He's still acting like a charlatan even in this day and age. I hope Blair's plan succeeds soon."

"I'm really tired of this self-righteous religious face. He's clearly nothing, yet he pretends to be so noble."

"Ivanka, go back to your husband and help me find out from those families claiming to be descendants of the Prophet what the so-called divine artifact actually looks like."

"I understand, Father. I will definitely find a way to find out." Ivanka nodded and walked out with a twist of her waist.

After a brief pause, President Trump picked up the iPad next to him and clicked on an APP.

The contact icon appears on the iPad.

After waiting for a while, the scene changed.

An old Taoist wearing a linen robe and a Taoist bun sat cross-legged in a large array pattern and slowly opened his eyes.

"Congratulations on your successful inauguration as president." The old Taoist smiled slightly and spoke fluent English.

"This is all thanks to you, Master." President Trump said with a sincere smile, "If it weren't for the life-saving lucky charm you gave me, I probably wouldn't have made it through these levels, let alone dodge that shot."

"This is your fate, no need to thank me." The old Taoist shook his head: "Besides, this is also our agreement. I hope you will not break your promise to me."

"Of course, Master, don't worry." President Trump nodded repeatedly: "I have another thing I want to ask you, Master. I hope you can guide me as before."

"Say it."

After a while.

After the camera was turned off, the middle-aged man in a white suit came over and said, "Master, will this Trump really help us?"

"We don't need his help. We just need him to be president for a few years in peace and stability." The old Taoist pinched the Xuantian Jue with both hands and slowly closed his eyes:

"The Korean Peninsula is full of villains, and one flag is enough to capture it."

"That sword immortal in Japan assisted me with a sword, but the country's fortune is being increasingly drained by the Protestant formation. It's ridiculous that the Protestant archbishop actually thought I was helping him."

"The Master has made arrangements for several other places, but this place is the only place with great fortune. We can only rely on this President."

"It's a pity that the sword immortal was unwilling to follow the same path as Master. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so much trouble."

The old Taoist shook his head and closed his eyes:

The tree has no roots, the flowers are so beautiful, who would be willing to cultivate if they are still attached to the worldly affairs?
Floating things, bitter sea boats, floating around and not free.

Re-enter meditation.

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Osaka, Japan.

Fang Zuo and Shiraishi Nagimitsu were sitting in a Chinese hot pot restaurant in Osaka.

I came here with Jin Meiting that time, and this time I am at this location again.

Mei Shiraishi and Yui Oda sat opposite.

"Where is Sister Makie?" Oda Yui asked, looking around.

It seems like someone is missing.

Yui Oda quickly became familiar with the bodyguard, who dressed in a neutral but very beautiful manner.

"She said her home isn't far from here, and since it's a rare opportunity for her to come back to Osaka, she wanted to go back and visit." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile, "She asked me for leave."

"Where's Auntie Minamikawa Keiko? Isn't she coming too?"

"Minamikawa Jingzi has a few scenes to shoot, so she can't come either. Today is our family dinner, just the few of us."

"It's been a long time since the four of us had dinner together."

"Yeah~!" Oda Yui smiled and made a victory gesture, then put her fists on her chin and begged, "Mom, please stay with Onii-chan for two more days. Come to Osaka and spend more time with me."

"No, Mom has something important to do." Shiraishi Nagi said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Yui, forgive Mom!"

"What about Onii-chan?" Oda Yui's beautiful eyes showed hope.

"Your Onii-chan has things more important than your mother." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook her head, signaling Oda Yui not to ask Fang Zuo for help.

"Oh~~~!" Oda Yui lowered her face sadly.

"Auntie can stay with you, don't be sad." Shiraishi Mei took the beef that had just been served and threw it into the hot pot.

"Aunt, you'd better go back. I have to memorize the script every day and I don't have time to play with you." Oda Yui shook her head repeatedly.

"Hey~~ Yui, what do you mean? Is your aunt so annoying? Am I so playful?" Shiraishi Mei snatched the blanched beef that Fang Zuo had just picked up and put it into her mouth.

"Don't worry, I will come to see you as soon as I finish the important things." Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"I knew that Onii-chan was the best." Oda Yui smiled sweetly.

Fang Zuo was stunned.

Suddenly I felt something was wrong under the table.

A small foot in cotton socks was gently touching his ankle.

Caress and then separate.

It was obvious that his movements were very unfamiliar.

Even without using divine sense, I knew it couldn't be the woman named Shiraishi Mei.

Look up.

Oda Yui's face was as red as a ripe Fuji apple.

So cute that it can’t be described.

He buried his head in the bowl and ate the hot pot beef desperately.

Where did the little guy learn this?

Fang Zuo asked in his mind.

After hearing this, Oda Yui stared at Shiraishi Nagimitsu, and when she found that she was not looking at her, she quickly said three words silently.

【Jin Meiting】

Fang Zuo suddenly realized that Jin Meiting had done the same thing to him under the table last time. It seemed that the little guy Oda Yui had discovered it.

And was learned.

You learn really fast.

Soon they finished their hot pot.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was worried about the nuclear materials and had originally planned to leave early the next morning. However, seeing Oda Yui's pitiful appearance, he decided to stay with Oda Yui for a while the next day and then return to Tokyo in the afternoon.

He still had many clues to investigate so that he could defeat the other party in Congress.

Looking at the current situation, the then Deputy Prime Minister and Defense Minister Taro Aso is the biggest suspect.

No one except him has the authority to mobilize this peacekeeping self-defense force.

Apart from the Aso family, no one has the ability to remove nuclear materials from the Fukushima nuclear power plant and send them to the warships.

Now we want to know who he gave those nuclear materials to?
After the group sent Oda Yui back to the set.

Inside the hotel.

Tired after a day of work, Shiraishi Nagimitsu fell asleep early in Fang Zuo's arms.

Fang Zuo closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, but his heart became increasingly restless.

The huge machete used by the gangster wearing many bellybands kept appearing in his mind.

Accompanied by various coquettish and charming sounds.

A beautiful woman with a phoenix bun and a graceful demeanor.

The stunning face is elegant and dignified.

But she was wearing a gauze palace dress that was almost transparent.

And inside it was full of rebellious attire.

The red silk bellyband on her upper body was as thin as a cicada's wing, which wrapped a pair of curvatures that were no less than those of Shiraishi Nagihiko.

The fine fishing net pattern of the red bellyband was stretched out of shape.

With the phoenix steps that dominate the world.

A corner of the bellyband was gently moved.

Revealing the round belly button and snow-white belly.

And further down.

It turned out to be a modern black silk thong with a flower knot on both sides of the hips.

It swayed gently with her steps, as if it would fall at any moment.

A piece of fabric only the size of a palm is tied with flower knots on both sides.

Very low position.

Barely covered.

This mature and beautiful body is full of contrasts between modern and ancient costumes.

Extremely sexy and seductive, captivating.

Fang Zuo suddenly opened his eyes.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu beside him was already fast asleep.

Who is this stunningly beautiful woman who appeared in the soul?
That kind of elegance and demeanor, that beauty and temperament, are incomparable to any modern woman.

Thinking.

Suddenly, several powerful auras appeared not far from the hotel.

One of them was the one painted by Ma Fei.

(End of this chapter)