People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

No wonder Buddhist statues in Japan receive no worship at all.

Without the gods and Buddhas in the sky, where would the incense have to go?

But why can China still receive it?

Fang Zuo was a little confused.

"The second question is, why did you come back?" Fang Zuo continued to ask.

Even if there is no one in heaven, you can still stay here. Why should you go back to this place where there is no spiritual energy?

"Within thirty-three days, there is no more power of luck. There is no hope for the future, so we can only come back." The Taoist in purple robes replied.

Fang Zuo was silent for a while.

There is no more power of creation in heaven, so what is the point of staying?

"The third question is, what do you want to do?" Fang Zuo stared at the Taoist in purple robe.

No one asked who he was.

Since he ascended to heaven earlier than himself and took away the Demon-Suppressing Banner from Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi, his identity is obvious and there is no one else to think of.

but.

He placed so many chess pieces in various places and went to North America to establish a religion and preach.

I think the large-scale deployment of the US military in Japan was also his work.

What exactly does he want to do?

"I can't answer you this. It's not that I don't want to answer, it's that I can't answer." The Taoist in purple robe was silent for a moment, then pointed to the sky.

"Let me change the question. Where is he? Now that you're back, where is he?" Fang Zuo nodded to show that he understood and asked again.

"I can't answer you that. I can only tell you that what he and I did were different. We had disagreements, so we parted ways." The purple-robed Taoist replied.

"Okay, let your apprentice go, but I'll keep this one." Fang Zuo pointed to the small black flag floating in the sky.

"I didn't expect that you would like this little thing. Take it." The purple-robed Taoist smiled slightly, then fell silent for a moment and said, "Why don't you..."

"Since he has a disagreement with you, why should I go with you?" Fang Zuo said with a smile.

When everyone reaches this level, how could they possibly humble themselves and have an affair with others?

"You're right, fellow Daoist. When you reach our level, everyone pursues a different path." The purple-robed Taoist smiled and said, "I hope my path doesn't block yours."

"It's hard to say." Fang Zuo shook his head.

"It's really hard to say." The purple-robed Taoist nodded and bowed, saying, "Then I'll take my leave. See you on the road, fellow Taoist."

"It's better not to meet." Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"It's better not to meet." The Taoist in purple robe also smiled, waved his hand, and disappeared with Xuanfeng.

Fang Zuo closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then waved his hand and took the small black flag into his hand.

Stride towards Tokyo.

Inside the suite of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

The bald old man was on a video call.

"What? All the high-ranking Shinto priests in Tokyo died? A post-natal god in the kingdom of God also perished?" The bald old man was so surprised after hearing these words that he couldn't speak.

This is a huge loss for Shintoism.

"Do you think it's possible that he did it?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked solemnly, "After all, he seems to be the only one who could have done it."

"Sir, I dare not speculate, but...it's just that I haven't seen that sir for a long time." The bald old man said, "Even the business we handed over to that sir, he never came to take over."

"The Shinto oracle says that the assassin who assassinated the Queen of the Kingdom of God is dead... and he disappeared... everything fits perfectly." The person on the other end of the phone said, "It must be him."

"Then, what should I do?" asked the bald old man.

"Let's take back the industrial property, since no one wants it." The person on the phone said calmly, "This is a huge fortune."

"Hi!" the bald old man responded.

The bald old man opened the industrial group and entered with the president's account.

Issues all company instructions regarding restructuring.

In the group, a separate message was sent.

[President, can I meet with you alone and give you some advice?]

【Come to the Imperial Hotel Tokyo [601] suite. 】

【OK】

The bald old man looked at the man's profile picture with an obscene smile on his face.

I have seen this kind of situation too many times. When a woman takes the initiative to invite the president, what else could it be?

It's nothing more than sacrificing oneself in exchange for positions and other benefits.

Look at the picture of this woman, she is wearing a white sweater, her face is charming and a little pretty.

The side curves are raised, making her a rare beauty.

But I just love this one.

He looked up and saw a figure standing at the door, looking at him with a frown.

"Sir... Sir..." the bald old man said in a trembling voice full of fear.

A 'click' sound.

The phone fell.

The bald old man was shaking all over and didn't dare to pick up his phone.

Fang Zuo walked in and picked up his phone.

Looking at the messages in the industrial group.

Fang Zuo took a look and saw that this was the sister-in-law whose body he had taken over.

Chapter 241 Sister-in-law's Transaction

In a suite at the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

At this moment, Kyoko Sasaki was lying on the bed crying sadly.

"Since the company has decided, there's nothing we can do." Ishizawa Nako patted her back and comforted her, "You can't just quit. Fortunately, your department hasn't been laid off. Otherwise, why don't you just move to Tokyo? I'm here anyway, and I can keep you company."

"But I can't live here forever. How many years do I have to live here?" Sasaki Nozomi sat up straight and wiped her tears. She was wearing a suspender pajamas, and her curves without a bra were not sagging at all. "Rent in Tokyo is so expensive. My salary didn't increase after transferring here. I can't afford to spend money to live."

"Come to think of it, you've lived here for so long, eating and drinking here every day, and no one from the hotel has ever chased you away." Ishizawa Nako said in surprise, "Your brother-in-law is really powerful. Otherwise, you might as well live here forever."

"How can I do that? How can I take advantage of his friend like this? After all, this is a favor from him, and no matter how generous a favor is, it will eventually run out." Sasaki Noriko shook her head. "Besides, what if he asks me for money one day? I already owe the bank so much money, how can I afford to pay back such a huge sum of money?"

"Then... take this to pay off your debt." Ishizawa Nako suddenly reached out and grabbed a piece of fat with her five fingers: "It's really fat, Xizi."

Kyoko Sasaki was attacked by surprise and her face turned red instantly. Her originally sad mood improved a lot. She grabbed a pillow and threw it hard at Nako Ishizawa.

"I told you not to do this, I told you not to do this."

"Oh, we're good sisters, so if a man gets you lucky in the future, what's wrong with me grabbing him? Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong.

After playing around for a while, the two of them lay side by side on the bed, both panting.

"Come with me to find a rental house in a couple of days." Sasaki Kyoko sighed and said softly, "We can only take it one step at a time."

"Yeah, okay." Ishizawa Nako turned over, propped up her head with one hand, and patted Sasaki Kyoko's little face with the other: "Think about what I said. What kind of love and affection are these days? They're all fake. With such good conditions, you should exchange them for some material security as soon as possible."

"I know, stop talking, please..." Kyoko Sasaki let Nako Ishizawa pat her face, staring at the ceiling motionlessly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Suddenly the phone next to my head rang.

Kyoko Sasaki took it and saw that the president had joined the company's group owner.

The information released made Kyoko Sasaki's face pale, without a trace of blood.

"What's wrong?" Ishizawa Nako looked at Kyoko Sasaki who was lying beside her in surprise.

no answer.

"What's wrong Talking Tooth?"

Still no answer.

"What's wrong? Don't scare me, Kiko. Tell me what's going on and we'll discuss it." Ishizawa Nako said in panic, hugging Kiko Sasaki.

"The president just announced... the company's losses have been too high in recent years, and they're going to cut all departments outside of Tokyo..." Sasaki Kyoko slowly sat up, her pupils dilated, her lips pale, and she trembled slightly as she spoke, "What should I do? What about my high mortgage? If I stop paying, the bank will take my house."

"What should I do...what should I do?" Kyoko Sasaki muttered to herself with dull eyes.

Ishizawa Nako looked at Kiko Sasaki's miserable appearance, patted her back, and didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.

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Fang Zuo looked at the bald old man's phone.

There were also interactive messages from his nominal sister-in-law, and then he looked at the bald old man.

"What? Isn't this business already mine? You still want to steal my things? You're really brave!"

A 'plop' sound.

The bald old man knelt on the ground, prostrating himself on the ground, his head covered in sweat, his whole body trembling, and kept shouting: "Sir, we thought... we thought..."

"You thought I was dead? If I were dead, you could steal my things?" Fang Zuo frowned. "Fortunately, I'm not dead."

"We would rather die, we would rather die." The bald old man prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

"Don't worry about dying a thousand times. Go, go discuss with your boss how to compensate me for my losses." Fang Zuo frowned and said, "If I'm not satisfied with the plan you come up with, I'll go talk to your boss in person. Why worry about dying a thousand times? Dying once is enough."

"Yes, yes, yes." The bald old man nodded continuously.

"Also, check these two people for me." Fang Zuo waved his hand, and the Taoist priest in purple robes and the man in white suit appeared out of thin air, lifelike. "I want all the information about them."

This was the first time the bald old man saw Fang Zuo's methods.

This kind of magic that he had never seen before, this unknown field, made him even more frightened.

"Sir..." The bald old man kowtowed and raised his head.

"Ok?"

"Can you give me your cell phone? I'll take a picture and record what's going on." The bald old man said in a trembling voice.

I don’t have the ability to make a 3D image at will.

Fang Zuo threw the phone away.

The bald old man quickly caught it and started filming with his mobile phone.

"Oh, by the way, the woman you asked on the phone to come to you is my nominal sister-in-law." Fang Zuo said lightly: "You are really brave..."

The bald old man who was taking pictures with his mobile phone suddenly froze as if by a spell.

The shaking of my hands became more and more intense.

'Clap. '

The phone fell to the ground again.

"Sir..." The bald old man was so frightened that he crawled on the ground, his teeth chattering and clacking against each other, making a chopping sound. "I really... really don't know!"

Ding dong.

At this time the doorbell rang.

"President..." A nervous voice called out from outside, "It's me, Sasaki Kiko from the R&D department."

The door was not closed, but she didn't dare to enter rashly, so she could only stand outside the door.

Kiko Sasaki stood nervously at the door, her little face was burning hot, not to mention how red it was.

Encouraged by Ishizawa Nako, she finally plucked up the courage, suppressed her shame, and sent the text message.

When the president replied that it was a suite at the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo, she was stunned.

Their rooms are so close.