Chapter 341 The contrast of the black silk bellyband, the mysterious and stunning 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 an earphone.

"Can you be more professional? We are traveling everywhere in 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 felt it was not appropriate to hit someone who was smiling at him, so he took the headset and put it on.

"What did you say?" The customs officer standing nearby quickly stood up after hearing the priest's translation, pressed the alarm bell instantly, and shouted loudly: "You are insulting us and the Japanese affairs officer. I can apply for your arrest immediately!!"

"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, this is what happened. We were enforcing the law normally, but this psychic from China not only refused to cooperate, but also insulted us." The police officer saluted quickly and said, "He also sealed his mouth with Yin-Yang magic, and not only did he not untie it, he also made us drink dog urine."

Before he could finish his words, the police officer's mouth seemed to be sewn shut.

It can only make a humming sound.

"You are attacking the customs officers. What's your name?" The middle-aged man called Aso Customs Commissioner took the passport handed over by the police 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 rock 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 Shinto religion. Please let him go quickly and don't delay the affairs of Shinto religion." The priest said in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency Priest Shoichi Takeuchi, you've seen it too. We didn't mean to make things difficult for him. He was the one who insulted us first and attacked us." Aso Takashi said with a stern face, "Shintoism cannot 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 we Shintoists send someone to ask Mr. Zhang to go back, or we call the Minister of Taxation to let him go, or our goddess Yingkong Kurumi will come to the customs in person to pick him up."

When Aso Ryuji heard the name Sakura Kurumi, his eyelids twitched.

Recently, this director has become very famous, and no family wants to confront her directly. If she really uses the name of the Security Bureau to bring someone in, even the customs and tax authorities would not dare to confront her, no matter how bold they are.

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 end. 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 embarrass the Aso family in front of his subordinates, but would allow the man to be released.

But at this time.

Another delicate cry was heard from outside, accompanied by the sound of high heels walking on the corridor.

"Asshole, Mr. Zhang is an honorable guest invited by our Fuji Group and also an honorable 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 dark eyebrows are carefully drawn, the bags under the eyes are small, and the red lips are 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 look 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 seductive posture.

She put her hands in front of her black satin skirt and said, "Aso Ryuji, your Aso family is so powerful that you can detain anyone you want at the customs. Do you really think that the Japanese tax authorities are your Aso family?"

"Ms. Hatoyama Seai, was this Mr. 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 in the impeachment seat of the Congress?"

"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 Sei Ai is a member of the Hatoyama family and has been responsible for many external businesses of the Hatoyama family and Fuji Group for many years.

It was just an ordinary minor conflict, and it was nothing more than detaining the person and releasing him after a few polite words.

How did it suddenly become like this?

Now he is facing both Sakura Sora Kurumi and the Hatoyama family.

Let’s not talk about whether it’s worth offending two major forces for such a small matter.

The fact that two major forces simultaneously invited a Chinese psychic to Japan shows that Mr. Zhang himself is no simple person.

Having offended the respectful figures of the two major forces, even an idiot knows what to do.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I think these are all misunderstandings. We will stamp your passport and let you go immediately." Aso Takashi bowed slightly to Zhang Yingxian, who was shaking his chair, and apologized.

There was no echo.

Aso Takashi straightened up with an unpleasant look on his face.

For a moment, the room was extremely quiet.

There were only faint snoring sounds.

The instigator was already sleeping soundly in the rocking chair.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, you can leave now." Priest Shoichi Takeuchi gently pushed Zhang Yingxian.

"Who wakes up first from the dream in this life? Hmm? Alright? You guys have finished talking, right?" Zhang Yingxian stretched lazily, wiped his mouth with his sleeve out of habit, and stood up with a flip.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, please come with me to the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department to register it." Takeuchi Shoichi said respectfully.

"What a hassle." Zhang Yingxian yawned, "Let's go. What are you standing there for? I have to pee urgently."

"Yes! Please come this way." Takeuchi Shoichi made a gesture of invitation.

"Mr. Zhang, let's do as we agreed before. Come to our place early after you finish your Shinto affairs. Our Fuji Group is waiting for your visit." Hatoyama Seiai stepped forward and stretched out her little hand.

A charming smile.

"Stay away from me." Zhang Yingxian looked at the little hand warily and took a step back: "I am doomed to be afflicted by women. Don't come near me."

After saying that, he walked out without caring about Hatoyama Seai's embarrassed expression and her outstretched little hands.

Looking at Zhang Yingxian's receding figure.

Hatoyama Seiai gave Aso Ryuji an angry look, walked out of the room quickly, passed through the long electric walkway, and entered the airport's VIP lounge.

A beautiful woman with short brown hair and glasses is applying pink lip gloss to her lips.

She was wearing a white shirt and black trousers.

A thin leather holster sling was worn over his shoulders.

A black leather holster was strapped to his left hand beside his chest.

"Why are you so angry? Did you see someone?" After the beautiful woman finished painting, she pursed her pink lips.

Under the delicate skin, the velvety red lips make the entire oval-shaped face look even more white, tender and delicate.

"I have seen him. He doesn't look very old, but it's hard to say. You can't judge the monks there by their appearance." Hatoyama Seia said angrily, "But I am sure of one thing, he is not interested in women."

"He's simply not a man. He didn't even look at me from beginning to end. I even lifted my skirt, which gave the other bastards an advantage."

"So women are of no use to him." The woman with short brown hair looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, picked up two pearl earrings and put them on, then adjusted the position of the holster.

"Yes, it seems that next time I can only use money to test him. But, it is also possible that he doesn't like my type." Hatoyama Seai walked to the brown-haired woman and said, "Auntie, why don't you give it a try? You are so beautiful, maybe this guy likes your type."

"I told you not to call me aunt, I'm not much older than you." The woman with short brown hair shook her head and sat on the sofa next to her: "Even if he likes my type, you can't sacrifice me. When he comes, take him to those nightclubs and ask all types of women to try it out."

She squeezed her beautiful legs together and said, "Where is the Fuji Group's financial report for January this year? Show it to me."

"Okay, aunt." Hatoyama Seai picked up the briefcase beside her and took out a document and handed it to the brown-haired woman: "Aunt, you are so tired of working on both sides. Why don't you quit your job and go back to Fuji Corporation? Without you watching over them, those guys won't work properly."

"If they don't work hard, get them out." The woman with short brown hair said coldly, "What the Hatoyama family lacks this generation is political talent, not trash who only know how to take money but don't work."

"I think it's time to find more professional managers to replace these family parasites."

"Do you think I want to be so tired?" She sighed and said, "If I don't occupy this important position in the government, the Hatoyama family will have no power to show for it. Several members of the Hatoyama family are timid and will be squeezed out sooner or later."

"Aunt, you have it so hard, but you can't always think about the family, you should also think about yourself." Hatoyama Seai said as she pushed her bra inside her white shirt in the mirror:

“My heart aches for you.”

"Next time you say something against your will, can you please look at me?" The woman with short brown hair said as she looked at the report, "It's not sincere at all."

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North America.

The White House in Washington.

In the presidential office, President Trump was putting his feet on the table, closing his eyes and thinking about something.

"Dad, the archbishop is here," said his daughter Ivanka as she walked in.

She inherited her father's blonde hair and wears dark eyeshadow.

She is a model and is wearing a suit and high heels.

The bright red lips trembled slightly with the rhythm of the footsteps.

"Go hide in another room first and don't let him see you. After all, you are a Jew now, so it's better not to meet him." President Trump opened his eyes.

"Father, you've been elected president, is this still necessary?" Ivanka curled her red lips.

"That's not the case. Since we are not in a harmonious father-daughter relationship to the outside world, we should continue to maintain that relationship. If we don't want to offend either side, we must provoke them less." President Trump said:

"After all, the whole of North America is still divided between Jews and Protestants. There are many things that are more convenient with religious support."

soon.

The archbishop walked in with a sullen face, holding a scepter and wearing a bishop's robe.

"Welcome, Your Majesty." President Trump took his feet off the desk, stood up and said with a smile: "What brings Your Majesty here?"

"Mr. President, why did you agree to their request?" the archbishop said in a deep voice, "You promised us that you would find a way to let the Protestants search this area first."

"Give it to them? No, you are wrong, my Lord Archbishop." President Trump shook his head.

"The news said"

"It's just what the news said." President Trump smiled and said, "You know, this is a big profit."

"Don't worry, I will definitely allow the Protestants to go in and search for what you want."

"Is that so?" The Archbishop's expression eased slightly.

"Of course, you know I am a Protestant." President Trump shrugged his shoulders. "For Protestantism, I even fell out with my daughter. Your Majesty will not forget this."

"Of course, the Lord will know your loyalty and will reward you for everything you do." The Archbishop nodded with satisfaction.

"Praise the Lord," President Trump said, placing his right hand on his chest and lowering his head slightly.

After the Archbishop left.

Ivanka came out of the inner room and said, "Father, what on earth are the Jews and Protestants looking for there?"

"It is said that it is a sacred artifact that can unlock their respective holy objects, but haha," President Trump said with a sarcastic look, "Now we know that what sacred artifact and religion are, they are nothing more than a group of invaders from outside."

"Look at that damn archbishop. He's still acting like a charlatan even in this day and age. I hope Blair's plan will succeed soon."

"I'm really tired of this self-righteous religious face. He is clearly nothing, but he pretends to be so noble."

"Ivanka, go back to your husband and help me find out from those families who claim to be descendants of the Prophet what the so-called artifact is in shape and appearance."

"I understand, Father. I will find a way to find out." Ivanka nodded and walked out with a twist of her waist.

After a moment of hesitation, President Trump picked up the iPad next to him and clicked on an APP.

The contact icon appears on the iPad.

After waiting for a while, the scene changed.

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An old Taoist wearing a linen robe and a Taoist bun sat cross-legged in a large array and slowly opened his eyes.

"Congratulations on your successful inauguration as president." The old Taoist smiled and spoke fluent English.

"This is all thanks to you, Master." President Trump said with a sincere smile, "If it weren't for the lucky charm you gave me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to pass these levels, let alone avoid that shot."

"This is your fate, no need to thank me." The old Taoist shook his head: "Besides, this is also our agreement. I hope you will not break your promise to me."

"Of course, Master, don't worry." President Trump nodded repeatedly: "I have one more thing I want to ask you, Master. I hope you can guide me as before."

"Go ahead."

After a moment.

After the camera was turned off, the middle-aged man in a white suit came over and said, "Master, will this Trump really help us?"

"We don't need his help. We just need him to be president for a few years in peace and stability." The old Taoist held the Xuantian Jue with both hands and slowly closed his eyes:

"The South Korean peninsula is full of small-minded people, and one flag of fortune is enough."

"Japan has that swordsman who helped me with my sword, but the country's fortune is being wasted day by day in the Protestant formation. It's ridiculous that the Protestant archbishop thought I was helping him."

"The Master has made arrangements for the other places, but this place is the only place with great luck. We can only rely on this President."

"It's a pity that the swordsman is unwilling to follow the same path as Master, otherwise, there wouldn't be so much trouble."

The old Taoist shook his head and closed his eyes:

A tree without roots, with beautiful flowers, who would be willing to cultivate if they are still attached to the world? The affairs of life are like a boat in the sea of ​​suffering, drifting and floating without freedom.

Re-enter meditation.

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Osaka, Japan.

Fang Zuo and Shiraishi Nagimitsu are sitting in a Chinese hot pot restaurant in Osaka.

I came here with Jin Meiting that time, and this time I am at this location again.

Mei Shiraishi and Yui Oda sat opposite.

"Where is sister Makie?" Oda Yui asked, looking around.

It seems like someone is missing.

Yui Oda quickly became familiar with the bodyguard who dressed in a neutral but very beautiful manner.

"She said her home is not far from here, and it's rare for her to come back to Osaka, so she wanted to go back and visit." Shiraishi Nagiko said with a smile, "She asked for leave from me."

"Where's Auntie Minamikawa Keiko? Isn't she coming too?"

"Minamikawa Keiko has a few scenes to shoot, so she can't come either. Today is our family dinner, just the few of us."

"It's been a long time since we had a meal together as a group of four."

“Yeah~!” Oda Yui smiled and made a victory gesture, then put her fists on her chin and begged, “Mom, please stay with Onii-chan for two more days, and come to Osaka to accompany me more often.”

"No, Mom has something important to do." Shiraishi Nagi said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Yui, forgive Mom!"

"What about Onii-chan?" Oda Yui's beautiful eyes showed hope.

"Your onii-chan has things more important than your mother." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook her head, signaling Oda Yui not to ask Fang Zuo for help.

“Oh~~~!” Oda Yui lowered her face sadly.

"Auntie can stay with you, don't be sad." Shiraishi Meiyi picked up the beef that had just been served and threw it into the hot pot.

"Aunt, you'd better go back. I have to memorize scripts every day, so I don't have time to play with you." Oda Yui shook her head repeatedly.

"Hey~~ Yui, what do you mean? Is your aunt so annoying? Am I so playful?" Shiraishi Mei snatched the blanched beef that Fang Zuo had just picked up and put it into her mouth.

"Don't worry, I will come to see you as soon as I finish the important things." Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"I knew that Onii-chan was the best." Oda Yui smiled sweetly.

Fang Zuo was stunned.

Suddenly I felt something was wrong under the table.

A small foot in cotton socks was gently touching her ankle.

Caress and then separate.

Obviously the movements were very unfamiliar.

Even without using divine sense, I knew it couldn't be the woman named Shiraishi Mei.

Look up.

Oda Yui's face was as red as a ripe Fuji apple.

So cute that it can’t be described.

He buried his head in the bowl and ate the hot pot beef desperately.

[Where did the little guy learn this?]

Fang Zuo asked in his mind.

After hearing this, Oda Yui stared at Shiraishi Nagimitsu, and when she found that she was not looking at her, she quickly uttered three words silently.

【Jin Meiting】

Fang Zuo suddenly realized that Jin Meiting did the same thing to him under the table last time. It seems that the little girl Oda Yui found out.

And was learned.

You learn really fast.

Soon they finished their hot pot.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was worried about the nuclear materials and had originally planned to leave early the next morning. However, seeing Oda Yui's pitiful appearance, he decided to stay with Oda Yui for a while the next day and then return to Tokyo in the afternoon.

I still have many clues to investigate so that I can defeat the other party in Congress.

Looking at the current situation, the then Deputy Prime Minister and Defense Minister Taro Aso is the biggest suspect.

No one except him has the authority to mobilize this peacekeeping self-defense force.

Apart from the Aso family, no one else has the ability to remove nuclear materials from the Fukushima nuclear power plant and send them to the warships.

Now we need to know who he gave the nuclear materials to. After the group sent Oda Yui back to the set.

Inside the hotel.

Tired after a day of work, Shiraishi Nagimitsu fell asleep early in Fang Zuo's arms.

Fang Zuo closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, but his heart was becoming more and more uneasy.

The huge machete used by the gangsters wearing many bellybands kept appearing in his mind.

Accompanied by various coquettish and charming sounds.

A beautiful woman with a phoenix bun and a graceful manner.

The stunning face is elegant and dignified.

But she was wearing a palace dress made of gauze that was almost transparent.

And inside it was full of rebellious attire.

The thin silk red bellyband on her upper body revealed a pair of curvatures that were no less beautiful than those of Shiraishi Nagihiko.

The fine fishing net pattern of the red bellyband was stretched out of shape.

With the phoenix steps that dominate the world.

A corner of the bellyband was gently moved.

Revealing the round belly button and snow-white belly.

And further down.

It turned out to be a modern black silk thong tied with a flower knot on both sides of the hips.

It swayed slightly with her steps, and seemed like it would fall off at any moment.

A strip of fabric only the size of a palm is tied with flower knots on both sides.

Very low position.

Barely covered.

This mature and beautiful body is full of contrasts between modern and ancient costumes.

Extremely sexy and seductive, captivating.

Fang Zuo suddenly opened his eyes.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu beside him was already fast asleep.

Who is this stunningly beautiful woman who appeared in the spirit? Her elegance and manners, her beauty and temperament are incomparable to any modern woman.

Thinking.

Suddenly, several strong auras appeared not far from the hotel.

One of them was the one painted by Ma Fei.

(End of this chapter)