Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 375: The Surrender of the Two Americas and the Ambition of the Jews
The little Samsung princess Li Zhenxin raised her head in annoyance when she heard a cough.

This is her suite's private gym, and no one dares to come in without her permission.

When she saw Fang Zuo standing behind her in the mirror opposite, her face suddenly turned red.

When this man came to see her, she was immediately surprised beyond words.

But she didn't get up immediately.

Instead, he still lay there.

Of course she knew that as a sexy woman, lying down required a lot of technique.

Especially since she has been practicing yoga for a long time, she knows that special postures are needed to fully show off her curves.

When a normal woman lies down.

The waist will naturally bulge, and the head will be parallel to the shoulders, or even lower.

The whole body is like a bow.

This looks clumsy and unattractive, like a shrimp.

But a woman who truly knows how to utilize every curve of her body will bend her waist deeply when she lies down.

Then lift your chin up and tilt your head and neck back like a swan.

This not only stretches the muscles of the waist but also reveals beautiful lines.

It can also fully reveal the contours of your buttocks and thighs.

Especially today, wearing pink yoga pants that cling to my skin.

Even more so.

The little Samsung princess Li Zhenxin is just lying there.

With his back to Fang Zuo.

When you stick out your buttocks, you feel both excited and expectant.

I was still vaguely afraid of what I experienced that morning.

Fang Zuo looked at the woman's seductive and sexy posture as she lay down.

Like a big white horse, with its plump buttocks raised high.

In particular, she trained her buttocks into a standard peach shape.

Although it has too much muscle in the hand, it is not as soft and plump as Sakurasora Kurumi and Momoki Kanona.

But fortunately, the round shape is perfect.

Fang Zuo walked forward.

Tap hard in the middle.

Li Zhenxin trembled all over.

From the neck to the face, it was terribly red.

If I hadn't bitten my lower lip, I would have almost shouted out loud.

then.

Her posture remained unchanged as she turned her head to look at the man.

Her delicate face is like peach blossoms.

The man slapped his face hard again and scratched his hair.

Li Zhenxin immediately understood

She swallowed, then crawled forward a few steps and turned around.

Two arms crawled towards Fang Zuo like a cat.

Flirtatious

She crawled to Fang Zuo, then raised her charming face and kissed Fang Zuo with her red lips.

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South Los Angeles.

An old manor.

This manor, which had been abandoned for many years, was suddenly bought by a wealthy man.

Then tidy it up again.

The courtyard is filled with various flowers and plants.

Inside the manor.

Michaela Cohen lay on the old leather sofa, staring blankly out the window at the flowers.

Each patch of soil is home to a different plant.

Everything is the same as in neurons.

It's just that there's one man missing who makes her dream about him.

He ordered the Jewish tycoons in North America to find this manor in the shortest time possible.

The terrain and shape are most similar to the manor in the neuron.

After spending a lot of money.

The old manor was decorated into a familiar look in the shortest possible time.

Filled with various plants.

Michaela Cohen sighed.

But the most important man is missing.

this time.

All she could think about was the man who had taken everything from her.

Not only did he take away all his emotions in his neurons.

After leaving the neuron.

It even took away his body.

No.

It should be said that I took away his body.

Michaela Cohen blushed.

I was entangled with the man in this way, happily and satisfyingly.

Gave him everything, but knew nothing about his origins.

All I know is his name is Fang Zuo.

The name sounds like he is Chinese.

This was the only clue Michaela Cohen knew.

After he woke up, I didn't even have the chance to say a word to him.

The man just disappeared in the Jewish temple.

Michaela Cohen sighed.

The earth is so big, where can I find him in the future?

If I find him, what will he do to me?
Michaela Cohen lies anxiously on the old leather sofa
With her pink lips slightly open, her pair of beautiful eyes like spring water were lost in memories.

I am very happy at the wedding.
How nice it would be if all this were true.
Inside a stone chamber in the north of the manor.

Demi Black wore a cape woven from gold.

The long golden brown hair is also braided with various gold threads.

This is her exclusive Jewish ritual garment.

She asked in a deep voice: "She still hasn't eaten?"

A maidservant kneeled on the ground and bowed her head and answered, "Yes, Master! After returning from the temple, the priest has not eaten anything except some fruit."

"Ha, don't let her die like that," Demi Blackrock sneered. "What happened to her? Did she reveal anything during our conversation?"

"No, Master!" The maid shook her head. "She rarely spoke to us after she came back. She immediately found a manor like this and transformed it into what it is now."

"Just staring out the window all day long without moving"

"I sighed from time to time."

"It seems like." The maid hesitated to speak.

"Hmm?" Demi Blackrock shot a cold look over.

The maid was so frightened that she immediately prostrated herself on the ground: "She's like a woman in love."

"A woman in love?" Demi Black was stunned by the answer.

Then, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly and he laughed out loud: "Could it be that our priest fell in love after taking that mysterious man to the temple?"

"Hahahaha, what a ridiculous joke. Impossible." Demi Blackrock shook her head. "Later, we'll go see our love-struck High Priest."

After a little thought.

She pulled out a small device and pressed a blue button.

The blue light kept flashing in front of her.

She slowly placed it into a stone pit.

then.

A lifelike 3D projection appears.

The projection still shows the Federal Reserve’s luxurious parliamentary venue.

The four elders in charge of the Jewish family sat on chairs.

They all wore Jewish formal attire and Jewish hats.

The clothing and sitting posture are meticulous.

His expression was calm.

"Gentlemen, our statistics report is ready," Demi Blackrock said with a slight bow. "We've achieved quite a good result from planning the Los Angeles fire."

"It's really good that Miss Demi says it's good." Jacob Rothschild, the head of the Rothschild family, said with a smile, "Tell us old guys the good news quickly."

"Yes, my Lords." Demi Blackrock recited the data like a treasure:

"Our Jewish Resnick family controls 60% of California's public water resources and charged the government three times the market price for water during the fire."

"Based on the 300 million tons of water ultimately used by the Los Angeles Fire Department for disaster relief, and assuming the normal water price of $0.5 per ton, the Resnick family earned at least $450 million."

"Of course, this is only the initial revenue. During the subsequent reconstruction phase, they will continue to supply water at high prices, and the overall revenue may exceed US$2 million."

"Only 2 million US dollars? It's too little." Jacob Rothschild frowned slightly.

"Sir, the benefits of these water resources lie ahead," Demi Blackrock said with a smile. "After this fire, thanks to our lobbying, California has passed an emergency bill allowing for expanded water resource development."

"The Resnick family's agricultural company has secured rights to new wells in the Central Valley, which are expected to increase water supply by 2 million gallons annually. Based on the current average agricultural water price of $1000 per acre in California, preliminary estimates indicate an increase in net profits exceeding $5000 million annually."

"Not bad." Jacob Rothschild nodded. "That seems quite interesting. Please continue."

"Our second source of income is insurance," said Demi Blackrock. "Four months before the fire, insurance companies like State Farm collectively canceled 1600 luxury home insurance policies in California."

"Based on an average insurance coverage of $500 million per property, the direct amount of avoided claims is $80 billion."

"After the disaster, we only provided transitional resettlement expenses of US$3000 per person based on basic insurance coverage, which saved us more than 95% compared to full compensation."

"Then, our newly launched 'super fire insurance' saw annual premiums soar by 400%. My BlackRock consortium estimates that it will earn over $100 billion in premiums from California alone in the next three years."

"And other states will follow suit." Jacob Rothschild looked at the other three elders from Jewish families.

He nodded slightly without changing his expression.

This income is quite impressive.

Just barely enough.

"That's not enough. The various rare materials used in the Temple's meteorological attack are too expensive. This amount of money is probably just a fraction of what it actually cost." Jacob Rothschild said in a deep voice:
"Ross, I've given you so much authority to plan this weather attack. I believe you won't let us old guys down, right?"

"Of course." Demi Blackrock said with a smile, "Since you have entrusted me with the authority, I will definitely do my best."

"The fund controlled by my BlackRock consortium has already acquired all the burned land at 10% to 20% of the market price after the disaster."

"My Lords, these are some of the richest plots of land in the world."

"If we calculate based on the 1 destroyed luxury homes on the West Coast, the original total estimated value of the land alone would be over $2000 billion, while our acquisition cost was only about $100 billion."

"After reconstruction, even if the overall asset value remains the same as before, it could still be around 20 times higher."

"We have launched the [Super Wealth Redevelopment Plan], which will attract more wealthy individuals from around the world to buy land and build luxury homes here."

Jacob Rothschild's face finally showed joy. After looking at the old men again, he nodded and said, "Well done, Ross, you have lived up to our expectations. We will give you more power."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we're not done yet." Demi Blackrock bowed gently in thanks, then raised her head and continued, "Of the $230 billion California has approved for post-disaster reconstruction, we've received $45 billion for water and sewer system upgrades and $32 billion for smart grid development. The profit margins are generally over 40%."

"However, most of the other orders have been snatched away by the Ansa Group." Demi Blackrock showed a regretful expression on her face.

"It doesn't matter. If we eat it all, President Trump might not be happy." Jacob Rothschild waved his hand.
"Now this guy is ordering Elon Musk to secretly find ways to weaken our influence in North America under the guise of cutting government departments. Don't think we don't know."

Jacob Rothschild sneered, holding his staff with both hands, and slammed it hard on the ground: "Everyone, show your skills and see who will suffer the most."

"I have a gift for you all," Demi Blackrock said softly. "I made over $7 million in profits within three days of the fires by shorting real estate investment trusts (REITs) in the affected areas."

"The investment and construction fund will directly generate profits of approximately $120 billion to $150 billion in one year, and in the medium to long term, it is expected to generate another $300 billion to $500 billion through asset appreciation, reconstruction projects, and policy dividends."

"Very good! Very good! Demi, you really make us old guys appreciate you more and more." After Jacob Rothschild said several words of "very good", his eyes became softer.

After a pause, he continued, "You must assist Michaela well. One day, our Jewish people will become the masters of this planet."

"Thank you, everyone." Demi Blackley had a proud look in her eyes, but the other party's next words made her high spirits drop instantly.

A trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Why?
This entire weather attack and other matters were done by myself.

Judging from the tone of these old guys, it seems that their contribution is not as great as that of the woman who just lies there doing nothing.

After turning off 3D projection.

Demi Black walked out of the stone house and strode into the manor.

Only in the hall.

The maids stood in two neat rows, holding plates made of pure gold.

There were various fresh fruits on the plate.

The fruit was apparently untouched.

Demi Blackrock looked at the old furniture around her and Michaela Cohen lying on the old leather sofa in the distance, frowning.

All old stuff.

Can people live in this kind of place?
Why did this woman decorate the manor like this?

In the past, she even disliked seven-star hotels because they were dirty.

She approached slowly in confusion.

His expression changed.

Gradually, he softened his tone: "Your Majesty, you still have no appetite?"

But the beautiful woman in front of him was lying on the sofa, staring blankly out the window as if she didn't hear anything.

Demi Blackrock looked out the window.

A field of flowers.

It couldn't be more ordinary.

It's not just ordinary, it's downright ugly compared to those luxurious manors.

What's so cool about this?

Thinking of what the Jewish family leaders had just said, Demi Belaid looked at the woman in front of her, feeling even more confused.

"Your Majesty?" Demi Blackley's voice became louder.

"Demi, you're here. Have you found the whereabouts of that man?" Michaela Cohen asked, propping herself up.

"Not yet, Your Majesty," Demi Black shook her head.

"Keep looking, contact the governors of major states in North America, and be sure to find him. The holy relic is with him." said Michaela Cohen.

There was a look of disappointment between his brows.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I'll do it right away." Demi Blackley looked at the dejected look on Michaela Cohen's face suspiciously.

This doesn't seem right.
Inside the InterContinental Hotel Los Angeles.

Fang Zuo stood in the shower with his eyes closed, sensing Taomu Xiangzhina's elusive location.

The only thing that is certain is that there is no danger.

but.

What force locked her up?

What else was used to block the breath?

At this time.

Li Zhenxin was wearing a bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine.

She walked in gracefully, enduring the pain of the torn wound.

Most of her shoulders and a pair of long white legs were exposed.

As she took each step, the body inside the yukata appeared and disappeared.

Seeing Fang Zuo closing his eyes in deep thought and not daring to say anything, his mind was full of thoughts racing like a kaleidoscope.

How can I keep this man firmly by my side?

She sat on the bathtub next to her.

Put down the wine.

Step into the shower.

After covering your body with foam.

Like a beautiful white snake.

Wait until Fang Zuo walked out and lay on the recliner.

She quickly picked up the red wine beside her and lay on Fang Zuo's thigh.

"How is your brother?" Fang Zuo asked.

Li Zhenxin was serving attentively with a sip of red wine in her mouth.

He swallowed quickly, raised his head, and replied, "He and the current South Korean president are fighting fiercely. Both sides are lobbying senior officials in Washington, hoping to meet with President Trump."

"It will probably take some time before we can determine the winner."

Fang Zuo nodded: "Do you have a car here? Can you drive?"

"Yes, I can." Li Zhenxin nodded.

"Take me somewhere." Fang Zuo stood up and walked out the door: "I'll give you 10 minutes. I'll wait for you in the lobby downstairs."

"Okay." Li Zhenxin quickly and obediently opened the closet. Without even having time to put on makeup, she just put on a random outfit and ran to the elevator.

Subsequently.

Li Zhenxin drove the car and brought Fang Zuo to the underground project of Los Angeles Union Station.

Although I don't understand why I came to this deserted place.

But she knew that men didn't like women asking too many questions.

Follow behind obediently.

"Do you want to follow me forever? Or do you want me to help you once?" Fang Zuo suddenly said.

"Ah?" Li Zhenxin opened her red lips in surprise.

"If you want me to help you once, just inform Jin Meiting later." Fang Zuo said as he walked over, "If you want to follow me, you can only be a slave."

"Can I ask what Jin Meiting's current status is?" She followed closely behind with her long legs.

"Same." Fang Zuo said without turning his head.

Li Zhenxin bit her lower lip: "Can I think about it?"

"No chance, you've already made your choice!" Fang Zuo said calmly, "Who do you think can be my servant?"

Li Zhenxin's face turned pale. She wanted to say something, but seeing Fang Zuo's cold face, she didn't dare to speak.

He could only follow Fang Zuo with his head down in grievance.

Wait until you reach the Rift Corridor.

Various strange buildings and bizarre humanoid creatures walked in front of him.

She realized that there were so many things in this world that she didn't know.

Looking at the mysterious man beside her, she felt more and more regretful.

Fang Zuo frowned and sensed the entire huge crack corridor.

There are fewer psychics at a high level.

It seems that Wang Jianguo swallowed a lot of it at the Los Angeles beach.

But strangely, there was no trace of Wang Jianguo's presence here.

Fang Zuo came to the cult headquarters building.

stunned.

The building has been reduced to ruins, with hardly any remaining pieces left.

Fang Zuo released his spiritual sense to explore the entire fissure corridor.

A familiar figure was hiding in a small building.

Fang Zuo reached out and grabbed it.

A guy appeared in front of him.

It was the cult member who received him that day.

【Honest man】Tim.

"grown ups."

This [honest man] Tim instantly crawled to the ground, not daring to look up.

"Where is your leader?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Sir, this place has been demolished by various forces. The leader can't handle so many people, so he took everyone away."

"Where is it? Take me there?" Fang Zuo said.

"In another wealthy area of ​​​​Los Angeles." Tim [Honest Man] whispered.

(End of this chapter)