Chapter 340 Taoist Zhang

Osaka Film Studio.

There is a building specifically for directors and film crews to rest.

As the last Japanese film master, Takeshi Kitano's office is naturally decorated very luxuriously.

The huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows face a small green lawn park.

In front of floor-to-ceiling glass.

As soon as Demi Black took off her coat, two bodyguards immediately took it from her.

She was wearing a white inner garment.

The black overalls trousers with a strong sense of design wrapped her plump hips perfectly.

She is only less than 1.6 meters tall, but she has the same curves as European and American women, or even more exaggerated.

The long wavy hair is draped over the shoulders.

She turned her head and looked sideways at Takeshi Kitano, who was frowning and looking at the script with a stern face.

The little face with deep features smiled slightly: "Director Kitano Takeshi, there's no need to be so angry. Everything can still be discussed."

Not far behind her.

Reilly Gambino, a boxer from the largest mafia family in North America, took off her sunglasses and looked at the various decorations in the office with interest.

Look around and touch around.

To show respect to director Takeshi Kitano, she also wore a white long-sleeved shirt to cover her tattoos.

She even took off her nose ring and lip studs and put on a pair of diamond earrings.

Kitano Takeshi looked at the thick script on the table. The additional revisions made his face more and more ugly.

His anger was suppressed in his chest. If there weren't two women in front of him, he would have started cursing.

His eyes rested on the supplementary items listed, and he became angrier the more he read.

[Need to add African descent characteristics, it is recommended to add a black male protagonist and match with Oda Yui. 】

[This film needs to reshoot an ending that is LGBTQ+ friendly. ]

[This film needs to support more progressive gender values ​​on gender recognition issues. ]

[Any narrative involving historical disputes must be certified by Columbia University's East Asian Institute.]

【The plot about Japanese gangsters respecting Judaism and Protestantism must be revised.】

"An actor with African ancestry is a necessary condition for being nominated for an Oscar for a foreign language film." Demi Black said with a smile: "Of course, if Director Kitano Takeshi doesn't care about the Oscar for a foreign language film nomination, then just ignore what I said."

"But Director Kitano Takeshi, if you disagree with modifying the plot about the gangsters' respect for Christianity and the Jewish religion, I bet this movie will lose its eligibility to enter the North American streaming market." Demi Black continued:

"As for the issue of caring for rainbow people and the progressive values ​​of gender recognition, as we suggested, you can just add a pair of rainbow gangsters to the script and give them a happy ending that is blessed by everyone. This should be a very small problem."

"It's fine that Disney is monopolized by your Jewish consortium, but when did you even acquire Japan's Toho?" Kitano Takeshi said in a hoarse voice, clenching his fists.

Among several film producers, he chose to cooperate with Toho, Japan's largest film producer.

I didn't expect that it had been infiltrated so deeply by the Jewish consortium.

These rules and regulations are even more excessive than those during the era when Japan's censorship was the most stringent.

A Japanese gangster movie actually includes black men and women.

There was also a fat European and American woman who looked like a ghost, and they actually stuffed her in to ask for a role.

It is called balanced aesthetics.

Kitano Takeshi wanted to smash the script and his fists on the two women's faces.

It doesn't matter that his movies can't enter the European and American markets, but when he thinks that the first film of the little girl Oda Yui can only be limited to Japan, Takeshi Kitano feels very unwilling.

"We just signed an agreement. We have signed agreements not only with Toho, but also with several major Japanese film companies." Demi Black shrugged.

"But I need to remind Director Kitano Takeshi that 93% of Japan's cinema chains are subject to our projection technology patents. Even if your film gives up the European and American markets, I'm afraid it will have a great impact on the scheduling of films in Japan."

"Any film that has not passed our review, even a Japanese film, will be excluded from the IMAX and Dolby Cinema systems."

"Just imagine how much market share will be lost, Director Takeshi Kitano."

"You don't want this movie to be screened in theaters at a very low rate when it's released, right?"

"I heard that you decided to make another movie just for the heroine of this movie. You don't want her to be labeled as a box office poison in her first movie."

Kitano Takeshi clenched his fists.

On the one hand, it is his own hard work, and he would rather have a low screening schedule and only be released in Japan than have it changed drastically.

What rainbow gangs, what respect for Judaism, and some ugly monsters in it! ! Is this still the gangster movie I want to shoot? On the other hand, this is the first work of this little girl Oda Yui. No matter what, I want her to have a higher starting point.

Just when Takeshi Kitano was hesitating.

A clear voice shouted out.

"Grandpa Kitano Takeshi, I don't want you to compromise for me." Oda Yui rushed in, stood beside Kitano Takeshi, and glared at Demi Blackred.

"Little girl, life requires compromise." Demi Black said with a smile: "Didn't your mother teach you that?"

A faint voice came from outside the door.

"I taught her that there's no need to compromise."

Demi Blackrock turned her gaze towards the door.

A beautiful woman wrapped in a black windbreaker, wearing black tight jeans and nude ankle boots walked in, with the exaggerated curves of her chest hidden in the windbreaker.

Demi Black couldn't help but stare at the bulging curve of the sweater inside the windbreaker, feeling a little sour.

Only as a woman, I know how huge it is.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Demi Blackrock recognized the woman at first sight.

One of the two most outstanding women in the Japanese Diet.

She had delicate makeup on, and the skin on her face was surprisingly white, smooth and delicate, even exuding a faint glow.

This made Demi Blackrock so jealous that she couldn't help but ask her what skin care products she was using.

How can the skin be so good?

For a while.

Demi Blackrock seemed to be half a head shorter in terms of aura.

The battle between women is so direct.

A glance between the two sides determined the winner and the loser.

It's like two women wearing the same clothes. What determines the winner is not whether the clothes are real or fake, but who wears them better! !

"Mom, you're here!!" Oda Yui said happily, "Where's Onii-chan?"

"Yui~~! Auntie misses you so much!!" Shiraishi Mei rushed in and hugged Oda Yui and said, "Hey, Yui, why don't you ask me, your auntie."

"You are just like your mother, you have no conscience. You actually forgot about me like this."

"Auntie~~!" Oda Yui pulled her little head out of Shiraishi Mei's towering J cup and immediately asked, "Where's Onii-chan?"

"Oh, your Onii-chan went to buy you some snacks." Shiraishi Mei rolled her eyes: "Auntie even queued up to buy you some Yang Guofu spicy hot pot."

"Thank you, auntie~~!" Oda Yui turned her head: "Where is it?"

"Here." Ma Feihui was looking at the woman in a white shirt next to her. There was something in her body that made her feel afraid.

After hearing this, he hurried forward with the separately packaged spicy hot pot.

She fell in love with the little girl at first sight: "Hello, Yui, my name is Makihui, and I'm your mother's bodyguard!!"

“Thank you, Sister Makihui.” Oda Yui went forward and hugged Makihui, then quickly took it and ran to Kitano Takeshi’s side: “Grandpa Kitano Takeshi, this is the spicy hot pot I told you about. We are going to eat it together later!!”

Kitano Takeshi looked at Oda Yui kindly and nodded.

His gaze turned to the two beautiful women staring at each other.

"I know you, Councillor Shiraishi." Demi Blackrock stepped forward and extended her hand: "My name is..."

"Demi Blackrock." Shiraishi Nagimitsu interrupted with a smile, then stretched out her hand and shook it: "I know you too, the head of the Jewish consortium in Asia Pacific."

"It's my honor." Demi Blackrock nodded. "I don't know why Councillor Shiraishi is here."

"What a coincidence, I just heard someone mention my daughter, Oda Yui, and also heard someone question my education." Shiraishi Nagiko turned her head and looked at Takeshi Kitano beside her and thanked him, "Thank you Director Takeshi Kitano for your appreciation and care for my daughter."

"That's not true." Kitano Takeshi shook his head: "I should also thank this little guy for giving me the interest to make movies again."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded slightly to express her gratitude, then looked at the list on the table, picked it up and took a look: "Ms. Demi Blackrock, is this what your employer wants?"

"Yes, Congressman Shiraishi, this is legal," said Demi Blackrock. "The [Cultural Equality Trade Framework] launched by the U.S. Department of Commerce in 2022 is included in the U.S.-Japan cooperation agreement. Since we are investing, we can naturally make demands."

"That's true." Shiraishi Nagi looked at the rules and regulations on the list and smiled slightly, "But Miss Demi may not know the laws of Japan."

"According to Article 38 of the Amendment to Japan's Content Industry Promotion Act, any revision of historical narratives that is forced upon foreign capital must be certified by the National Diet Library's Historical Facts Review Committee."

"In other words, these changes to the film are not in line with the historical narrative and violate Japan's film management regulations."

"I wonder if Councillor Shiraishi is mistaken." Demi Blackrock stared at the beautiful councillor with her beautiful eyes. It was indeed as complicated as recorded in the archives: "This is a gangster movie. It has nothing to do with historical films."

"No, no, no, as far as I know, it's about the underworld in the Showa era, so of course it's a historical narrative." Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned around and asked, "Director Kitano Takeshi, am I right?"

"Oh, yes, yes... Councillor Shiraishi is right. This is the history of Japan's Showa era. The underworld certainly belongs to that period of history." Kitano Takeshi nodded repeatedly: "This is a fact that cannot be erased in Japanese history!!"

"Then remember to file it with the Historical Review Committee." Shiraishi Nagiko said: "We welcome any foreign consortium to invest in Japan, but if they violate Japanese laws, that would be bad."

"Ms. Demi Black, please note that these regulations must be approved by the Japanese Review Committee. By the way, I am also a member of the Review Committee."

Demi Blackrock's eyes flickered, and she tightened her grip on the limited edition bag. She gave up on confronting the aggressive congressman, turned around and said:

"Director Kitano Takeshi, if this is the case, then our investors may have to withdraw their investment. You have to think clearly. In the Japanese film market, if we withdraw our investment, even if you find other investors, they will not be able to provide you with as much money. You should know that you are making a very expensive film."

"No need, just get out of here, I'll invest." A voice came from outside the door.

"Onii-chan!" Oda Yui ran over excitedly, jumped into Fang Zuo's arms, and buried her little head deeply in them.

"I bought you a lot of your favorite snacks." Fang Zuo held Oda Yui's increasingly plump buttocks with one of his big hands.

I haven't seen you for a while, and you've grown up very fast.

It has the elasticity of a young girl, and yet feels as soft as a woman when pressed.

“Onii-chan is the best.” Oda Yui hugged her husband tightly with her arms. Suddenly, she found that the room was very quiet and thought that there were still many people watching.

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Then he slipped down from Fang Zuo, took the snacks from Fang Zuo's other hand, and hid aside obediently.

"Sir, I don't know where your confidence comes from. Before you brag, you should at least understand the scale of director Kitano Takeshi's filming." Demi Black said sarcastically while looking at the man with a strange face:

"What he shot was not a simple gangster movie like before. Just the scenes of thousands of gang members fighting each other and the post-production special effects cost an astronomical amount of money."

Fang Zuo was too lazy to answer, so he picked up his phone and called Mikami Yua: "Hey, tell your father to get the money ready, I want to invest in a movie, a Kitano Takeshi movie, don't talk nonsense about other things."

Click, and then hung up.

Then he made another call: "Tell your boss that I want to make a movie and need your investment. Yes, I will let the director call you later."

"Sir, you may not understand how big this number is." Demi Blackrock found it a little funny as Fang Zuo made two casual phone calls.

"This is a big-budget mafia-style macro-narrative movie, with such a huge number of extras and post-production, the amount of money is beyond your imagination. It's in the hundreds of millions, and it's in US dollars. I think you still..."

But the man opposite didn't even look at her, as if she didn't exist, and casually handed the phone to Takeshi Kitano next to him.

The next words he said made me swallow the rest of my words back instantly. Mitsubishi Group and Mitsui Group? Really?

"Here are the phone numbers of Mitsubishi Corporation and Mitsui Corporation." Fang Zuo said, "Please remember this and call them now. They will understand. Don't worry about the amount. I only have one request, that Oda Yui must not be wronged."

Kitano Takeshi took the phone from the strange man in a daze, looked at the smiling Shiraishi Nagiko and Oda Yui who was looking at the man with admiration.

Could it be that what this man said was true? As a Japanese film master, how could he not know about these two major Japanese financial groups? 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 made his suspicious expression disappear, and he said yes happily.

Demi Blackrock watched all this and remained extremely skeptical.

Can he make the two major financial groups obey his orders like servants in an instant? Is he putting on a show for himself? So that he can get better bargaining chips?

Demi Blackrock's eyes twinkled.

At this time her cell phone rang.

Looking at the call list, someone suddenly called me at this critical moment . Could it be that Demi Blackrock's face turned pale, and she seemed to believe it.

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. While talking, she looked at her freshly done manicure and felt 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 the film and television industry? Aren't you afraid of losing a large amount of your cash flow?" Demi Blackrock said into the microphone with a sneer.

"No matter how much money Kitano Takeshi's movie invests, it won't lose much, not to mention that we have professional investment talents who can review the market." Mikami said with an elegant smile: "Besides, if it doesn't make money, will your Jewish consortium invest? It sounds like you haven't become very smart, Demi Blackrock."

Click.

The person on the other end hung up on her.

Demi Blackrock's performance made Yua Mikami even happier.

Forget it, forgive the man's rudeness. She waved her hand 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 heading in a direction beyond her control.

"Director Kitano Takeshi, I hope you can think about it carefully. 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 Blackred said coldly and winked at Reilly Gambino.

The two of them walked out one after the other with a few 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 soft and 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 so important?" Reilly rolled up her shirt sleeves to reveal her tattoos, and put on her lip studs and nose rings. "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 is the most important weapon for us Jews." Demi Blackley leaned her head against the back seat. "This year is the most critical year for us Jews. It is also the year that determines our future destiny."

"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 a success, and now Kitano Takeshi's film is a very important promotional channel."

"As long as Kitano Takeshi compromises and agrees to the elements we inject, more terms will be waiting for him. And he can only continue to accept them."

"What should we do now? After the withdrawal of investment, this movie has nothing to do with us." Reilly shook her arm. The wound she had sustained after the last fight with Nagano Rei had healed a lot, which made her want to find Nagano Rei again to decide the winner.

"Wait, it's not over yet." Demi Blackrock sneered, "Movie making doesn't just require money."

"Takeshi Kitano will soon realize this."

"Then they will come to us for help."

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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 the master's orders, I wouldn't come to your place even if you little devils invited me."

"Please be careful with your wording, otherwise..." The customs officer had just finished speaking when his mouth seemed to be sealed by something and he couldn't speak again.

"What else can you do to me?" The young man sneered and said, "Repatriation? I'd love to have that. Hurry up."

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 90 degrees respectfully to the young man, and said in standard Chinese: "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm late."

"Stop talking nonsense and quickly explain 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 being, and then flew over 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 not... Forget it. Is this enough?" the young man said impatiently, "I don't have the energy to stay here. If not, I'll go back and the mission will be accomplished."

"Mr. Zhang, I'm really 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 the bureau, she won't embarrass you like this."

"Goddess? In what era is there still such a title?" The young man touched his chin and said, "Lead the way, why are you standing there?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang," the priest pointed at the police officer whose mouth was sealed with embarrassment.

"Just ask him to find a black dog's urine to wash his face." The young man waved his hand impatiently: "Spiritual power is so precious, I don't want to waste it. It will take me a long time to recover it."

(End of this chapter)