I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

"My mother was already very dissatisfied with Osaka's donation last month. She will be angry with this figure now."

In front of him, a bald old man in a white robe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said:

"Master Wen Zai Zhong, isn't 2500 million yen a bit too much for a book now? If the price is slightly reduced..."

"We can't lower ourselves any further! If we lower ourselves any further, what dignity will the Holy Precepts retain? It turns out that the people of Osaka who are greedy for small gains are the least pious!"

The middle-aged man frowned, his face turned red, and he shouted:

"Whether you are lying or not, you have to sell at least one in Osaka next month, or someone else will take your place."

"Yes Yes Yes."

"In short, you have to at least get this amount for me before next month."

Wen Zaizhong, with a pale complexion and a sinister look in his eyes, raised his hand and extended five fingers.

"understand!"

The bald old man nodded and bowed repeatedly, and smiled carefully in front of Wen Zai Zhong, who was 20 years younger than him.

After the old president died suddenly a few years ago, the power of Wen Yihui fell into the hands of his wife and the dozen or so children of the Wen family.

The fifth son, Wen Zaizhong, is also one of the most powerful figures within the association, and there are even calls for him to take over as the next chairman.

Seeing the bald old man so obedient, Wen Zai Zhong nodded with satisfaction.

"Knock knock knock."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Standing behind Wen Zaizhong's sofa, a burly bodyguard with a bulging waist stepped forward to open the door under Wen Zaizhong's gaze.

A fat man with a bloated head and a bloated stomach walked in with a newspaper in his hand and a flattering look on his face.

"Sir, this is the evening edition of the Asahi Shimbun."

Wen Zai Zhong took the newspaper, unfolded it, and saw the news report "Car overturned in Dotonbori River and fell into the water, Yamashita Che may have died" on the second page.

"This bastard is finally dead! It's really a blessing from heaven."

Wen Zai Zhong immediately jumped up from the sofa and paced back and forth in the room excitedly.

Wen Zai Zhong gnashed his teeth in hatred towards Yamashita Che, who had shot someone in the face and caused Wen Yihui to lose all his financial resources and see his assets drastically reduced.

This is all my money!

"At the meeting later, we must announce the death of Yamashita Che to everyone. This is a punishment from heaven!"

After venting his joy, Wen Zaizhong turned around and said to the fat man:

"I didn't expect that you, the one who tipped off, would actually be the real news. Not bad, what's your name?"

"He is my brother-in-law, Yusuke Baba."

The bald old man rubbed his hands and said in a playful way:

"And he is in charge of today's security."

"Oh? Tell me."

Wen Zai Zhong suddenly became interested.

When doing such things that anger both God and man, the top leaders naturally attach the utmost importance to their own personal safety. Even if the victims want to seek revenge, they often have no opportunity and do not know where to start.

Especially after Yamashita Chegan had done such an earth-shattering thing, the top leaders were like frightened birds, and were in a state of panic all day long.

However, two years have passed since the shooting, and they have gradually relaxed and resumed their activities.

“Only core members with more than five years of qualifications can enter, and others can only listen outside the venue.”

Yusuke Baba straightened his chest and pulled in his stomach, trying hard to reduce his big belly.

"We have also prepared personnel to patrol and guard inside and outside the venue, just like an iron barrel, to ensure that nothing goes wrong!"

"Yoshi, yoshi, work hard! When I become the president, I will promote you."

Although Wen Zai Zhong always carries several bodyguards with him when he travels, no one would complain that the guards are too thoughtful. He nodded approvingly and patted Yusuke Baba on the shoulder.

Yusuke Baba couldn't help but smile, and even his bones softened.

A personal attendant came in, bowed and said:

"It's time to change and prepare for the upcoming meeting."

Five minutes later, Wen Zai Zhong, wearing a jewel-studded crown on his head, changed into a gorgeous red robe and, surrounded by a crowd, came to a unique building deep in the manor.

Pushing the door open, there were nearly a hundred men and women gathered in the hall.

Most of them had sad faces and were shabbily dressed.

Even if one had a fortune of millions, there were many people who could not resist Wen Yihui's exploitation. They sold their properties and went into debt to buy Wen Yihui's broken pots and books.

But when they saw Wen Zaizhong and other organizers coming in, their expressions suddenly became excited and they cheered:

"Master Wen Zai Zhong!"

"Master Wen Zai Zhong!"

The cheers almost blew the roof off.

Wen Zai Zhong, with a dignified look on his face, kept waving his hands, looking reserved, and slowly walked to the center of the hall.

"Brothers and sisters, we gather here today to celebrate the death sentence of Devil Shan Xia Che."

The bald old man stood up, spitting everywhere, and declared loudly and passionately.

"I have even better news to tell you all! The gods have punished Yamashita Che, who had committed serious sins, by drowning him in the river."

Yusuke Baba and other followers, who were well prepared, distributed the newspapers they bought.

Others looked at the news in the newspaper in shock and doubt, which showed that Shanxia Che fell into the water and his life or death was unknown.

The bald old man chattered and attributed all this to God's punishment on sinners.

Under his instigation, the atmosphere on the scene became more and more fanatical, and everyone admired and marveled at the power of the gods.

The following ceremony was originally a stinky and long prayer and singing of praises, which were all brainwashing methods used by Wen Yihui.

But today Wen Zai Zhong decided to try something new.

He glanced at the bald old man, and the latter immediately understood what he meant.

"Everyone looks at me!"

The bald old man sang in a pretentious manner:

"Lord Wen Zai Zhong has received the revelation from the Lord of Mount Tai and learned the Lord of Mount Tai's sacrifice!"

There were many people who looked at each other in confusion, half believing and half doubting.

"Is it really possible? Taishan Fujun Festival?"

"Ah, Master Wen Zai Zhong, please let us see a miracle!"

The followers who had been placed in the crowd in advance began to clamor.

Wen Zai Zhong pretended to hesitate and agreed reluctantly.

Immediately, several followers rushed up with large and small items and set up the scene.

Candlesticks, talismans painted with unknown ink, incense burners, shimenawa ropes and other utensils and props with Buddhist and Shinto colors were placed around Wen Zaizhong.

In order to create a mysterious and eerie atmosphere, the lights on the ceiling of the hall were turned off, and the hall was plunged into darkness.

"Yeah, yeah..."

As the candle flames flickered, Wen Zai Zhong chanted eerie spells, twisted his limbs, danced, and began to perform a shamanic dance.

"Soul, come back, come back..."

After dancing for a full minute, Wen Zaizhong's face suddenly turned abnormally red, and he shouted:

"Lord Taishan, come on me!"

Then he fell headfirst to the ground, twitching and rolling on the ground as if he had epilepsy!

"Wow!"

Some people couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Hush! Lord Wen Zai Zhong is communicating with the Lord of Mount Tai, please do not disturb him."

The bald old man tried hard not to laugh out loud and warned in a serious tone.

The next moment, Wen Zaizhong, with disheveled hair, climbed up from the ground with his face hanging down, and squeezed out a low and hoarse voice from his abdomen:

"Where is this place... why am I here..."

Someone asked, "You, are you Lord Taishan?"

"It's me! It's me."

The crowd immediately went into an uproar.

The Lord of Mount Tai has really been summoned!

"This is Osaka! Lord Wen Zaizhong invited you here."

The attendants placed in the crowd immediately began to ask questions according to the original script:

"Master Taishan, may I ask how the old president is doing in another world?"

"very good……"

The voice of 'Lord of Mount Tai' was neither hurried nor slow, and sounded sinister and chilling.

"I have already issued an order. The old president has everything in another world. He lives a very happy life and even has a child."

“That would be great!”

The bald old man had a strange look on his face, as if he was trying to hold back a laugh, and declared in a tone that sounded almost like an aria:

"I invited you here today because I want to ask you something about Yamashita Che..."

"Oh...I already know."

The 'Lord of Mount Tai' still had his head bowed, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"I am about to send him to the eighteenth level of hell, where he will suffer torture for eternity and never be able to be reborn!"

"Master Wen Zai Zhong has indeed been recognized by the Lord of Mount Tai!"

Immediately, someone began to sing together, boasting:

"Yes. Master Wen Zaizhong is the best candidate to inherit the position of president! We swear to support him till death!"

"Woooooooo..."

Although some people were skeptical, they were swept up in the fanatical atmosphere and knelt down in front of Wen Zai Zhong, kowtowing repeatedly.

Taking a peek at the mesmerized people, Wen Zaizhong nodded in satisfaction.

It seems to work well.

Wen Zai Zhong went against all odds and integrated the Lord of Mount Tai into the clan. As a result, he was attacked by his other brothers and sisters who coveted the throne and accused him of "rebellion".

But how could those short-sighted idiots know his ambitions?

Times have changed!

After the advent of the extraordinary era, if Wen Yihui still sticks to his old ways and refuses to keep up with the times, he will be eliminated!

As for some people saying that the Lord of Mount Tai is the lord of hell, isn’t he afraid of the judgment after death?

But you must not talk nonsense, we are worshipping the Lord of Mount Tai with the utmost piety!

The Japanese government has not even said that we have any problems, so why are they smearing our innocence?

Besides, no one who used the name of Lord Taishan to defraud others was punished by heaven, so others became bolder.

It is human nature not to cry until you see the coffin.

"Next, the Lord of Mount Tai will summon the soul of the sinner Shan Xia Che."

The bald old man opened his hands and announced in a rhythmic voice:

"Let us see the end of the sinner, listen to his wailing and confession, and learn from it! Never deviate from the right path!"