soon.

The Prime Minister's residence welcomed Demi Blackrock, the God of Wealth.

The Jewish consortium is an existence that no country can reject.

In the Prime Minister's office.

Prime Minister Shiba Shige rubbed his brows after hearing the incident.

The election for a new Prime Minister has begun.

I am about to step down and so many things are happening.

I really don't want to pay attention to this Demi Blackrock.

However, his account in Switzerland had just received a so-called political donation from the BlackRock Group.

After thinking it over, he finally pressed the direct link.

"Let them come to the Prime Minister's residence."

Not long after.

Sakura Kurumi, Miura Masami, and Hojo Sakurana were all present.

"Mr. Prime Minister, I've learned about this matter. Those troublemakers left as soon as our police arrived." Yingkong Kurumi spread her hands and said helplessly, "And there was no vandalism or injury. The Japanese police have a lot of things to do. It's impossible for them to guard the door as their security."

"If we really do this, what will happen to so many cases and people? Members of Congress will definitely question us about the transfer of interests in parliament."

"What about you? Justice Masayoshi Miura?" Shigeha turned his head and asked.

"Mr. Prime Minister." Miura Masami pushed up her glasses and said, "The Japanese Native Culture Protection Ordinance was passed unanimously by members of the Diet. If I remember correctly, you also voted in favor at that time."

"Besides, there are precedents for these things. The American distributor of "The Journey of Bell Buds" asked to add a feminist plot in which the heroine "resists authority." She looked at Demi Blackrock beside her: "It was this Blackrock consortium that asked for it. Am I right?"

"And [Yasuke: The Way of the Butterfly] actually tells the story of a black samurai from the Warring States period. Are there only black people left in Japan?"

"The spirit of the samurai sword is simplified to a fight for freedom, with samurai holding African single axes"

"But our movie is about to be released in theaters. Is it correct to conduct a temporary check on this procedure?" Demi Blackley asked with a frown.

The uneasiness in my heart increased rapidly.

"I have no obligation to explain to you." Miura Masami glanced at him, not wanting to respond, and looked back at Shiba Shigeru: "If the Prime Minister issues an order, I can cancel this review, but... "If anyone in Congress questions it, I hope that you can personally stand up and answer their questions, Prime Minister."

Shiba Mao took a deep breath. He had been scolded like a dog by the members of Congress recently.

I really don't want to create any more complications.

He rubbed his brows and said, "What about you? Why did you come to me? Is there something wrong? Inspector Hojo."

"It's like this, Prime Minister. I have received several reports with real names. There are several bribery cases related to Demi Blackrock. I would like to ask her to go back and investigate." Hojo Sakura moved a corner of her women's suit jacket back.

Revealing the handcuffs around his waist.

"What?" Shiba Mao quickly stood up and slammed the table angrily.

"This is the Prime Minister's residence, Inspector Hojo, you came here to arrest people without even informing me!"

Shibamo said loudly, realizing that his tone was a bit harsh.

He lowered his voice again: "You go back first, I will ask her to go to your place later to cooperate with the investigation."

"Yes, Mr. Prime Minister." Hojo Sakura turned her head and looked at Demi Blackrock's livid face, and greeted him with a smile: "Then I'll be waiting for you, Demi Blackrock."

"I'm sorry to interrupt you. Prime Minister, you're talking about this," Yingkong Kurumi said, "I also have a few cases of eye injuries."

"The suspect claimed that she was accused by Miss Demi Blackrock. Of course, I don't believe she would do such a thing."

"But as usual, I have to come to the National Security Agency to accept the investigation and questioning."

"You guys." Shi Pomao hesitated to speak and sat down again helplessly.

He is not a fool, how could he not know the trick?

These guys are simply lawless.

But he was about to step down, and these officials in front of him would not.

Once he handed over his power, who knew what these lawless women would do to him.

"Ms. Demi." Shiba Mao coughed and said, "Just cooperate with me and contact a lawyer as soon as possible."

"I will have Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall increase police presence in light of the harassment of those movie theaters."

"As for the film review, I will also ask the Cultural Committee to speed up the review process so that your films can be broadcast as soon as possible."

Shiba Shigeru said this and looked at Miura Masami: "Who is in charge of the cultural review this time?"

"It's Prime Minister Shiraishi Nagimitsu!" said Miura Masami with a smile.

Buzz!!

Demi Blackrock felt as if she had been hit on the head by a sledgehammer.

She clutched her handbag tightly in her small hands.

I understood it instantly.

The most conspicuous advertising space at the Osaka Expo was taken away, and she thought at that time it was just the behavior of a certain consortium.

When a cinema was vandalized, people just thought it was a public security issue.

Now it seems that it was all the other party's fault.

Now the movie has to be reviewed by Shiraishi Nagi, so the release of the movie will have to wait until the movie "Outlaws 4" shot by her daughter is off the screen. If the theaters of themselves and their allies have no big movies to show and continue to be harassed by those relevant personnel, then they will eventually find that the only movie that can be played is "Outlaws 4".

No one can resist money.

We can't just leave the cinema empty like this.

Demi Black suddenly thought of that man. Did he do all this? Who was he? Suddenly, a deep sense of powerlessness weighed on the Jewish woman.

With so many forces acting upon her in an instant, even the Jewish consortium that had been deeply rooted in Japan for so many years could not withstand it.

Fortunately, I arrived at the Japanese Prime Minister's residence as soon as I got off the plane.

otherwise.

Probably in some interrogation room right now.

Demi Blackrock walked out of the Prime Minister's residence with a sullen face.

As soon as his own Rolls-Royce arrived.

Demi Blackrock quickly jumped into the car.

Close the car door.

"To the American Embassy in Tokyo!" she shouted to the driver.

The driver in front glanced in the rearview mirror.

A red high-heeled shoe was lying alone on the ground.

It just fell when Miss Demi got in the car.

He had been Demi Blackrock's driver for all these years, but he had never seen her so flustered and embarrassed.

"Miss, your high heels fell off"

"Don't talk nonsense. I told you to go to the embassy immediately." Demi Blackrock interrupted the driver loudly and said to the secretary in the passenger seat, "Immediately ask Blackrock's legal team in Japan to come to the embassy."

"Tell them to come here immediately. No, not only them, but also the entire Asian legal team."

"Yes, miss." The secretary on the passenger seat and the driver looked at each other.

What happened? The lady not only called together all the legal teams.

He even had to hide in the US Embassy in Tokyo.

now.

Inside the Osaka Cultural Exchange Center building.

In the office on the top floor.

Eight people sat around the sofa.

"Director Kitano Takeshi, I advise you not to waste your time. It's useless for you to ask us to come." A middle-aged man in a navy blue suit said, "When Toho Co., Ltd. co-produced Tesla with North America, many theaters had already signed contracts with them."

"Otherwise, why do those bad European and American movies still have a high screening rate in Japan?"

“I can’t help you with this.”

Another man in a gray suit nodded in agreement: "Our Kadokawa Corporation is now even worse than Toho. Most of its shares are now in the hands of Disney and Time Warner. It has almost become a Jewish company."

"Director Kitano Takeshi, I'm telling you the truth. Not only will the theaters we control not schedule a large number of your films, but we've also been notified that they won't even hang your posters."

"It's the same with Toei. To be honest, Director Kitano Takeshi." The man in a white suit sitting far away sighed, "When we were making Kamen Rider, we were often ordered to add various North American value elements."

“I think all directors have encountered these things.”

After saying this, he glanced at the directors around Takeshi Kitano.

"Of course not," Miyazaki sneered, "When I was filming Princess Mononoke, I was repeatedly asked to add various white and black characters."

"I finally had to mail a few samurai swords to them before they let me go."

Miyazaki sighed and patted his old friend on the shoulder:

"Kitano, although you have escaped the script cuts, I don't think you can do anything about this theater boycott."

"Why not think of other ways out? If Japan doesn't work, then we can explore other markets, such as doing more publicity in our neighboring countries. After all, their market is big enough."

Kitano Takeshi nodded and sighed.

He scratched his messy hair.

There is a lot of baldness in the middle.

I have tried every possible way and used every possible means these days.

Now we have invited the presidents of the largest film companies in Japan and several well-known director friends, which is almost the strongest lineup in the industry.

But I still can't do anything.

Knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

Oda Yui walked in.

After she bowed gracefully to the seniors, she walked over to Director Kitano Takeshi and said, "Grandpa Kitano Takeshi, are you still worried about the cinema?"

Oda Yui smiled sweetly, her beautiful eyes narrowed into crescents: "Don't worry, my Onii-chan will definitely be able to handle it if she says it can be handled."

"Oh, you naive child," Takeshi Kitano sighed.

When Oda Yui said this to me yesterday, I still had a glimmer of hope.

But now, I don’t know how to tell Oda Yui the truth.

I have seen her efforts and hard work during this period.

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"Little girl, you think too much. Give up your dream of becoming a star." A middle-aged man next to her sneered, "The presidents of the four major film companies are all here. They just finished their discussion. You have no hope at all."

“No, I don’t believe it, Onii-chan.” Oda Yui shrugged.

Humph! Several presidents looked unhappy.

In the eyes of several film industry bosses, this indifferent attitude was more like a provocation.

"It's great to be young." Kitano Takeshi tried to smooth things over.

At this time.

Various cell phone message sounds rang out.

The presidents of the four major film companies and famous Japanese directors present couldn't help but pick up their phones.

Everyone looked at the information.

Then his expression froze.

They all looked at Oda Yui, the still smiling little girl, with a shocked expression! What is this?

They looked at their phones again to confirm if they had seen it right.

On their phones.

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On the mobile phone screen.

A big, bold red title.

[Shock! ! Super exciting! ! A huge achievement that has never been achieved before! ]

[All theaters across the country have assembled their forces, and the screening rate is 100%!! ]

【Fanatical~~~Century Movies!!】

【Extreme Evil 4】

【Starring: Yui Oda】

[Are we finished? No, our life has just begun! ]

at the same time.

The entire Japanese people also received this message.

The whole country exploded.

The streets and alleys.

There is a name on every Japanese citizen's lips.

Oda Yui!! At this moment.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu is in a meeting.

Look at this message.

Standing still.

Even though the area was filled with congressmen and important figures from the Mitsubishi and Mitsui Zaibatsu.

Regardless of the looks from these people, tears welled up in her eyes.

This is the pride of being a mother! Shiraishi Nagi walked out of the meeting room and dialed Fang Zuo's video call.

"Why are you crying?" Fang Zuo asked curiously.

"I don't know. I feel very complicated. I am proud to be a mother, but also happy to be your woman. Anyway, I want to tell you that I love you!"

"Got it!" Fang Zuo waved in the video.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu wiped the tears from her face.

Back to the meeting room.

"Sorry guys, my daughter got a great grade on the test."

"As a mother, I'm so happy for her!!"

"Now it's my turn as a mother to fight!!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the war for the Prime Minister election has begun."

"I, Shiraishi Nagimitsu, rely on you all!!"

Shiraishi Nagihiru bows deeply!!

And at this moment.

Fang Zuo hung up the phone.

Gently pull out the machete.

He looked at it and put it back.

I really miss the time when I was in the gang.

My own carefree and frivolous era.

He cursed without restraint and chopped to his heart's content.

Wine and blood!

Catharsis, woman! There is only one question.

After becoming the leader of Hong Kong Island, where did I go? I couldn't even remember it.

Just fragments after fragments.

That's really interesting.

Who erased my memory? Never mind.

here we go.

He took a step into the void.

Holding the machete in his backhand.

Auspicious clouds are rolling under your feet.

The Asura Dao pattern shone brightly.

Traveling through the void.

Arriving at the incense barrier of the Japanese divine kingdom.

Hold the knife handle.

He could feel it in this familiar machete.

A huge negative force is roaring towards us.

Millions of believers pray, make wishes, and curse . Endless power of wishes.

Endless selfishness.

Every sound represents unsatisfied greed, anger and ignorance.

Countless mouths were crying out at the same time.

"I want…"

"I beg."

"I think.""

In the past, Fang Zuo could only absorb a little bit of the incense that did not belong to his own beliefs, but he could not stand those negative obsessions.

And this watermelon knife.

But there is a black tsunami formed by an obsession that never knows how to be satisfied.

But he was restrained by this knife.

And turned this negative force into a blade.

Fang Zuo raised the machete and chopped it lightly.

Incense barrier.

One is divided into two. (End of this chapter)