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

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. Call them now and they'll understand. Don't worry about the amount. I only have one request: Oda Yui 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.

Forget it, forgive that man's 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 Takeshi Kitano, I hope you can think about it carefully again... You know... in the film market, having money is not enough... 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 successful, 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... and 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." Lei Li shook her arm. The wound she had injured after the last fight with Shen Muli had healed a lot, which made her want to find Shen Muli again to decide the outcome.

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

"Kitano Takeshi 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, "Repatriation? I'd love to have that. Hurry..."

Another customs officer stood up immediately.

"What are you doing? This is a distinguished guest from Shintoism. If you have any questions, you can 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 it weren't for... well, forget it. Is this all that matters?" the young man said impatiently, "I don't have the energy to stay here. If it doesn't work, I'll go back and the mission will be accomplished."

"Mr. Zhang, I'm so sorry. We 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, and she won't make things difficult for you..."

"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 pointed at the police officer whose mouth was sealed with embarrassment.

"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."

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... woooo."

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...Zhang also invited by you?" When Aso Takashi saw this white-collar beauty coming in, he 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?