The next day, at 7:15 in the morning.
In the dark room, a pair of eyes slowly opened, the quilt was lifted, and Sakaki Makoto sat up.
There were still 15 minutes left before the alarm was set, but he woke up early for the first time. You know, he was the type who couldn't wake up and couldn't get up. Today...
The situation seems to be different.
He opened the curtains, the early morning sunlight was a little dazzling, the sparrow that was resting on the windowsill flapped its wings and quickly flew away from the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. Sakaki Makoto pushed open the window, and the cool air refreshed him.
After I finished washing and changed my clothes, there was a knock on the door.
Boom boom!
"Mr. Sakaki Makoto?"
The maid's voice came from outside:
"Breakfast is ready, please come and have your meal..."
"Got it. I'll be there right away."
Facing the full-length mirror, Makoto Sakaki tied on the silver tie that Miss Miyano had given him, turned around and took out the MK23 from under the pillow, unloaded the chamber to check, and after making sure it was correct, he put it into his waist, grabbed the suit jacket on the chair, and strode out of the room.
7:30 in the morning.
In the restaurant which is as big as a basketball court, there is a long table which can accommodate 20 people and is covered with a neat white cloth. The tableware is spotless and gleams silver. A gray-haired old man sits at the head of the table and a pretty maid is putting a napkin on him.
Seeing Sakaki Makoto coming, the old man smiled and waved, motioning him to sit next to him, and was very enthusiastic. Could it be that he was being so kind because of his grandfather's face?
Sakaki Makoto doesn't think so. The old man hasn't been in contact with his grandfather for 20 years. What's there to entertain him with?
Initial judgment...
It is probably related to the cabinet minister named Karasuma.
"Come and try it. This is breakfast made by the chef invited from Piaoting. It tastes very good."
Makoto Sakaki had heard of the name Hyotei, a three-Michelin-star restaurant in Kyoto famous for its kaiseki cuisine. Its specialty is the porridge set meal without a menu.
The Domon family must be very powerful as they can invite a three-star Michelin chef to their home to cook for them.
Looking down, Makoto Sakaki saw several small porcelain bowls with exquisite carvings in front of him. The glaze was bright and even, and they were the works of famous artists.
The bowls and plates were piled with various side dishes, pickled cucumbers, mashed eggplant, pickled octopus feet, half-cut soft-boiled eggs, fried saury, white porridge...
Each portion is not large and can be finished in two or three bites. The advantage is that there are large quantities. After eating six or seven side dishes, you will be at least three-quarters full.
From a health perspective, eating too much is actually bad for your body. In addition, since he has to take care of the elderly, Makoto Sakaki also understands the chef's thoughts.
The restaurant was empty. Sakaki Makoto picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of pickled cucumber and put it in his mouth. He drank a mouthful of porridge and the fragrance was refreshing. The taste was really amazing.
"Boss Domon, isn't Miss Mie coming for breakfast?"
While eating, Makoto Sakaki discovered that there were only him, Yasuki Domon and the old man at the table. Yasuki Domon's mother and wife were not there.
Hearing this, Domon Yasuki swallowed his food and said:
"She's not feeling well, so she won't come."
When saying this, Yasuki Domon glanced at the old man, obviously there was something hidden. Makoto Sakaki didn't ask much. Anyway, his job was only to protect Yasuki Domon, and he didn't need to worry about anything else.
After breakfast, Domon Yasuki and the old man got into different vehicles and left the villa.
The Mercedes drove towards Meiji Shrine. While in the car, Sakaki Makoto mentioned Sento Junji:
"Boss, I heard that Sento Junji used the pension system issue to win votes for himself. Will it have an impact on our election?"
“There will definitely be an impact.”
Domon Yasuki had known about this for a long time and said calmly:
"Many people supporting Junji Sento appeared on the streets this morning, but it's not a big deal. My support rate is still stable at around 55%, while Junji Sento's is only 35%."
There are three candidates for the National Assembly in this election. A support rate of 55% is a terrifying number. As long as he maintains this rate, the seat of the new member of parliament will definitely fall into the pocket of Yasuki Domon.
"Mr. Domon, the support group just sent me a message that your support rate has dropped to 51%."
The secretary held the phone and said:
"Eitsei Tokiwa's support rate is 9%, Junji Sento's support rate is 40%...."
"oh..."
Domon Yasuki frowned slightly:
"In just one night, Junji Sento's approval rating increased by 15%?"
"Yes, and his approval rating is still rising. At this rate, it will reach 45% by this evening, and your approval rating will drop below 50%."
The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became much more depressing. The support rate represents the voting rate. Whoever gets the most votes will be elected as a member of parliament. Originally, Junji Sento's support rate was less than 30%, but now, with a public speech, he has instantly reversed the situation.
“This really surprised me…”
Most of Tokiwa Eisaku's supporters are people related to the medical field, such as doctors, nurses and medical students from major hospitals. This group of people has high stickiness, and since Tokiwa Eisaku has promised them benefits, they will not change their minds easily. At worst, he can have a support rate of nearly 10%.
Similarly, most of Domon Yasuteru's supporters come from the military and are very stable. Junji Sento has the highest basic support rate because he is a popular actor and has the help of the Siling Group.
The reason why Junji Senzu was suppressed by Yasuki Domon was purely because he did not find the right direction at the beginning. He thought that he could gain public support just by relying on his face. However, he was greatly disappointed. Except for some brainless fans, no one bought his account!
The effect of changing the campaign strategy was immediate.
After a while, the car drove into the central area. There were obviously more vehicles on the road. At the wide intersection, every time the traffic lights changed, a large crowd of people passed by in an orderly manner.
And in the crowd, Sakaki Makoto actually saw a group of burly men in black clothes. Each of them held a stack of flyers in his hand and distributed them to passers-by. Anyone who dared not take them would be looked at with a fierce and domineering look.
They are all gang members!
Sakaki Makoto recognized at a glance that several of the strong men were from the Nichan Conference, whom he had just seen two days ago!
What's going on?
Have gang members been reduced to handing out flyers on the roadside to make a living?
"parking."
The Mercedes turned the corner and stopped on the side of the street. Domon Yasunari said:
"Mr. Sakaki Makoto, I am not in a position to come forward. Please go and find out what those people are doing."
"good."
Without hesitation, Sakaki Makoto unbuckled his seat belt, pushed the door, got out of the car, and blended into the crowd.
With the cover of the crowd, Makoto Sakaki came to a strange gangster. Before he could say anything, a red flyer was handed to him.
[Big Crisis! The hope for the future, the savior of Japan, Sento Junji's explosive speech! Answer your confusion and make the future no longer confusing! ]
“This flyer...”
Looking at the exaggerated font and eye-catching personal photo on the flyer, Sakaki Makoto said with embarrassment:
“It has a certain flavor…”
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