Chapter 223 Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Methods
Zuckerberg took a sip of the red wine in his hand and felt the sea breeze outside the window, feeling extremely comfortable.
'Snap.'
A light golden coat suddenly fell from the air.
Landing on the wooden floor of the cabin.
Zuckerberg turned his head and recognized that it was the coat that Abe Nosuke was wearing on his shoulders.
"Oh."
Zuckerberg sneered disdainfully.
Abe is a sparrow.
Japan's most powerful and famous female parliamentarian died so easily.
Originally, they thought that after the war was over, Judaism would make trouble for her again, but they didn't expect that she would come to them on her own initiative.
Zuckerberg picked up the light gold jacket, and a mixture of perfume and female hormone body odor rushed into Zuckerberg's nostrils.
He took a deep breath, and the strong feminine scent immediately made the blood in his lower body stir.
This female congresswoman may not have a face or breasts as pretty as Shiraishi Nagimitsu, but her plump buttocks are the attraction of all men who know women well.
Zuckerberg sighed regretfully.
It's such a pity that he died like this.
I should have spared her half life so that I could have a taste of what it's like.
"Does it smell good?" A faint mocking voice came from behind.
Zuckerberg turned his head in disbelief, only to see Abe Nosuke standing sideways with bare shoulders and a lady's cigarette elegantly held in his right hand.
Sexy red lips spit out small eye circles.
"How is this possible?" Zuckerberg looked at this woman in shock, who was aroused by the body odor of her coat alone.
It was like a basin of sub-zero ice water pouring over him from head to toe, instantly washing away his desires.
"Sir Sigmund actually..." Zuckerberg felt a chill in his heart.
The fact that Abe Nosuke was able to come out of his little world unscathed says it all.
Another of Israel's four great rabbis has died.
I knew this woman was powerful, but I didn’t know she was so powerful.
Abe Nosuke looked at Zuckerberg holding his coat with disgust and frowned slightly.
The light golden coat suddenly burst into flames, and the man was so scared that he quickly dropped the coat.
"Kneel down, kneel down and I will spare you." Abe Noja sat back on the sofa, with a smile on his face, and said softly.
Zuckerberg looked at this charming woman and his fear grew stronger.
He gritted his teeth and knelt on the wooden floor with a thump.
"Hahahaha." Abe Noja was shaking with laughter.
"How old are you? Why are you still so childish?" Abe Noque: "I came here just for you. How could I let you go? Then my trip would be in vain."
"You. Bodyguard!!!" Zuckerberg stood up and glared at Abe Nosuke, shouting.
"Stop shouting, there are only two of us here now." Abe Noque said with a smile: "Let me think about how to kill you."
"How can it make you hopeful and yet extremely desperate? How can it make you not want to die, yet want to die immediately."
"Oh, killing people is such a headache."
Abe Noja stood up.
The other side.
Former Prime Minister Yasuda sighed with mixed feelings as he watched Zuckerberg's giant luxury yacht gradually disappear into the distance.
He turned around and was about to enter the cabin.
A loud 'boom' interrupted former Prime Minister Yasuda's thoughts.
He turned around and looked up, and suddenly a small black dot in the distance exploded, with flames shooting into the sky.
He quickly asked someone to drive past.
The view was getting closer and closer, and it was Zuckerberg's luxury yacht that exploded. A huge fire started not far away, and then thick black smoke came out.
Then, it began to tilt slowly and slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.
This sudden event left former Prime Minister Yasuda somewhat at a loss.
I'm vaguely worried.
Who did this? At this time, a huge engine sound was heard.
A speedboat came speeding over.
A woman stands on the deck of a speedboat.
The sea breeze blew her long hair.
It's her, Abe No Suzu.
"Long time no see, our Prime Minister." As the speedboat approached, Abe Nosuke stood at the tip of the speedboat and greeted former Prime Minister Yasuda with a smile.
"You did it, Abe no Suzu." Former Prime Minister Yasuda said in a deep voice, "Did you kill them?"
Abe Noque's plump buttocks suddenly tensed, and then she kicked out with her legs.
With a thump.
An object was landed on the boat of former Prime Minister Yasuda.
A long trail of blood was left on the deck of Yasuda's yacht.
Zuckerberg's body.
His bulging eyes stared at former Prime Minister Yasuda.
Yasuda looked at Zuckerberg, who was so majestic a second ago, but now he was lying on the ground like mud, with a hideous and unwilling face.
The panic in my heart grew infinitely.
This crazy woman is capable of anything.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Abe Noja brushed his long hair in the wind: "After all, this is Japan's coastal waters. I don't want to kill another prime minister and then be traced back."
"But if you leave Japan, I'm not so sure."
Abe Nojaku's words calmed Yasuda's heart a little.
But he didn't dare to answer anything.
I was afraid that if I said a wrong word, the other party would change his mind.
"Then I'll give this to you. Bury your ally well. Oh, by the way, there's one more thing." Abe Nosuke made another flying kick.
With a thump.
This time it was the carcass of a huge eland.
"I'll give this to you as well. You can put it in your house as a souvenir." Abe Noque sneered, "To commemorate how you betrayed your own race."
After saying that, Abe Nosuke turned around and jumped into the cockpit of the speedboat. He waved his hands and the engine sounded.
The speedboat drew a big arc on the sea and sailed away.
Former Prime Minister Yasuda looked at Abe standing on the speedboat and sailing away against the wind. Then his legs went weak, he staggered and almost fell.
Fortunately, someone behind me supported me.
"Push the body into the sea." Yasuda rubbed his brows. Whether he was the prime minister or not, this woman always brought him huge pressure and some unexpected things: "Sell this yacht when you go back."
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Yingkong Kurumi was lying on the bed with her little face buried under Fang's left abdominal muscle.
Fang Zuo looked at Yingkong Hutao's smooth and white back. The lines were extremely smooth. When they extended to the buttocks, the lines suddenly threw up an exaggeratedly full arc.
Fang Zuo stretched out his index finger and used his fingernail to slowly scratch Yingkong Kurumi's neck and back.
Then draw from the spine to the hip hook.
A long red line appeared on Sakura Sora Kurumi's fair skin, then turned white and disappeared.
The slightly stinging friction caused by the nails scratching across the skin made Sakura Sora Kurumi, who was still in the afterglow, kick her legs straight.
The white and tender toes and soles were bent and turned vigorously, rubbing against the sheets.
As if trying to grab something.
Just like her hands were clutching the pillow tightly.
"Are you leaving?" Fang Zuo picked up the powerless Yingkong Kurumi into his arms.
It took a long time for Yingsora Kurumi to regain her thoughts and she uttered a light "hmm".
"Do you want me to go with you?" Fang Zuo asked.
"No need." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head: "I can handle it myself, bad guy?"
"Hmm?" Fang Zuo's nails were still gently scratching her smooth back, causing Yingkong Kurumi to tremble slightly every time.
"There's an old man selling Dorayaki near Tokyo Tower."
"Um."
"I really like to eat his freshly baked Dorayaki. Whenever I feel tired at work or feel down, I go to his shop to buy Dorayaki and then my mood will improve."
"Um."
"But if the weather is bad and the old man closes the store early, I will be very disappointed if I can't buy Dorayaki. Not long ago, the store closed and the old man passed away." Yingkong Kurumi moved her body and got closer to Fang Zuo: "I didn't eat Dorayaki that night, but I didn't feel sad like usual."
"Um."
"Oh, shouldn't you ask why?"
"Why?"
"Because I have you, I won't be sad when I have you around." Yingkong Kurumi took a light bite of Fang Zuo.
"I'm Dorayaki."
"That's about it. I want to eat Dorayaki now."
"Can you do it?"
"Why not? I must make you beg for mercy today." Yingkong Kurumi was still weak, but she struggled to stand up and untied her ponytail.
"What is this for?" Fang Zuo asked in surprise as he looked at Yingkong Hutao with her hair disheveled.
This was the ponytail she had tied when she was lying on Fang Zuo's lower abdomen.
Yingkong Kurumi tied her loose hair into a pair of high ponytails, then grabbed Fang Zuo's big hand and held it on her own ponytails.
His body went limp and he crawled down again.
She turned her head and said charmingly: "Come this time, I'll see where you grab it."
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Shiraishi Nagihiru walked into an office building in Toshima Ward, Tokyo, wearing a white shirt and a black uniform skirt.
As always, the pair of huge things are about to burst the white shirt.
With pink lip gloss on, her face became increasingly fair and rosy, and her skin was so smooth and delicate that there was not even a trace of pores.
A pair of beautiful legs in see-through stockings, white, tight, well-proportioned and smooth, made all the women passing by look at her with jealousy.
Mei Shiraishi and another assistant followed behind her.
Not long after, Shiraishi Nagimitsu walked out the door.
A middle-aged man walked him to the door and bowed, saying, "I'm sorry, Councillor Shiraishi. I'm so sorry for making you come here for nothing."
The middle-aged man continued with an apologetic look on his face: "I will compensate you for your losses according to the contract. This is an instruction from the headquarters, and I really can't disobey it."
"It's okay. This is not your wish." Shiraishi Nagi smiled elegantly and said, "Mr. Saito, let's work together next time. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
"Yes, Councillor Shiraishi, I'm so sorry." The middle-aged man bowed deeply. Arrived at the first floor, and after getting out of the elevator
Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat in the back seat of the Lexus with a serious look on his face.
This is the third time I've hit a wall today.
This middle-aged man named Saito is the largest advertising agency in this neighborhood.
They have been cooperating with me for a few years, but unexpectedly, due to interference from the head office, they forbade me to cooperate with them.
It seems that returning to the position of parliamentary representative this time is not so easy.
Now.
There are a total of 289 constituencies in Japan. To become a member of parliament, you only need to win one constituency.
But to become one of the five most powerful representatives, one must place in the top five in the national vote in 289 constituencies.
Just as Abe Nozaki said, over the years, Abe Nozaki and himself have firmly occupied the top five positions.
There are as many as 30 constituencies in the whole of Tokyo.
To put it bluntly, in these constituencies in Tokyo, she and Abe Nosuke almost divided half of the votes, with each of them having more than 10 constituencies supporting them.
There are more than 100 constituencies in the cities around Tokyo, which means that there are a total of 289 constituencies in Japan, and Tokyo and its surrounding areas account for more than 130.
These places were mostly occupied by her and Abe Nozaki.
This time, interim President Shibata dissolved the National Assembly. I thought that re-election as a representative was a sure thing, but today three constituencies failed in a row.
Most of the advertising agencies in these three constituencies broke their contracts and refused to publish Shiraishi Nagimitsu's advertisements, preferring to compensate Shiraishi Nagimitsu for his losses according to the contract.
At first, Shiraishi Nagiko thought that Abe Nosuke was targeting him again, but he found out that it was a man named Toda Yuji.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu remembered this man.
A small regional councillor, one of hundreds of councillors, with no achievements or faults, a very low sense of presence, and no party, but at this moment he suddenly launched a huge campaign.
Although the election has not started yet and is only in the canvassing stage, you can see that the streets that were supposed to have their own advertisements have been replaced with advertisements of the male congressman Yuji Toda.
"Congressman Shiraishi, something is wrong." The assistant sitting in the passenger seat looked at the data sent back by colleagues and said worriedly, "My colleagues just sent back a message saying that they have communicated with the advertising sign vendors in these three constituencies. They have all expressed their intention to cancel the contract and are willing to compensate us for our losses according to the contract."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu didn't say anything, just looked out the window quietly.
This Yuji Toda seems to be somewhat extraordinary, and there is a huge force helping him behind the scenes.
Mei Shiraishi frowned and looked at her sister, then looked at the assistant with a grim expression.
Although I don't understand politics, I understand that my sister has encountered some crises in her career.
Ring ring ring.
The phone rings.
Abe Nosuke's phone call.
After Shiraishi Nagimitsu answered the phone, violent wind and engine sounds were heard from the other end of the phone.
"Where are you, Congressman Abe?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu asked puzzledly.
After the sound of the engine stopping was heard from the microphone, the sound of the wind gradually died down.
Then came the laughter of Abe Nojaku: "I was hunting sharks at sea. I just hunted two old sharks and a bighorn antelope."
"Antelope? Congressman Abe is in a really good mood." Shiraishi Nagiko said with a smile: "Are there still bighorn antelopes in the sea?"
"Not only that, it's of the Israeli variety. Congressman Shiraishi, have you received the news? Someone is trying to steal our votes." Abe Nosuke said.
"Yuji Toda?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned. It seemed that Yuji Toda did not even let go of Abe Nozumi's vote bank.
"Yes, that's the man." Abe Nojaku snorted coldly, "I've checked his background. A councillor from a small, ruined family in Kanto actually has such great energy and financial resources. He's not simple. There must be a powerful force behind him."
Abe Noja paused and said, "How about it, Shiraishi Nagimitsu, do you need my help? As long as you agree to be my deputy in the next term, I will mobilize all the forces of the family and the alliance to get your votes as well."
"No, Mr. Abe, thank you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled slightly: "I am capable of sitting where I want to sit."
"Okay, in that case, I won't bother you anymore. See you in the country." The sound of the engine and wind rang out again from the other end of the phone, and Abe Nojaku's voice gradually faded away: "I hope you're still sitting in that old seat, Shiraishi Nagimitsu."
"I also hope that you still hold that old position." Shiraishi Nagimitsu hung up the phone with a smile.
The little face returned to seriousness.
Although she said it lightly, for Abe Nozaki, who had a family and an allied family, it would be much easier for him to deal with these votes than it was for herself.
Many things require not only money, but also manpower and talent.
And Abe no Suzu has all of these.
"Stop the car." Shiraishi Nagimitsu suddenly said.
The vehicle braked to a stop on the side of a branch road in a residential area.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu opened the car door and got out.
I walked to a store along the street, stopped to look at it, and then walked along the street from beginning to end.
I counted them carefully.
There are a total of 19 small stores on this street, operating clothing stores, 7-11 convenience stores, hardware stores, restaurants and other daily necessities stores.
But these 19 small stores have one thing in common: there is a standee of Yuji Toda at the door.
He has a kind face and regular features, giving people a good impression of being attractive.
He was smiling slightly and was quite tall.
Wearing a suit shirt and trousers, he looks like a woman killer.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu noticed this from inside the car when he was already in the car.
In this short period of time, many middle-aged women stopped in front of the human-shaped stand and looked at it carefully.
In the voting survey report of Shiraishi Nagiku, the majority of the voters were men, and almost all of them, regardless of age, locked on Shiraishi Nagiku, while the other part was young women, most of whom admired and envied Shiraishi Nagiku.
Everyone wants to be a beautiful and strong woman like Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
Middle-aged housewives have always been a weak point in Shiraishi Nagimitsu's vote bank.
Simple, too much jealousy.
These middle-aged housewives, who have neither good looks nor good family background, are most fascinated by handsome middle-aged men and young handsome men, and are most disgusted by beautiful women.
Especially a woman like Shiraishi Nagihiru who is so beautiful and has an amazing body.
Just that pair of huge things was enough to make these housewives lose their defense. The most infuriating thing was that they were still as straight as a young girl, with no signs of sagging at all.
This made these housewives, who could tell the good and bad in a person at a glance, even more jealous, so how could they give the ticket to Shiraishi Nagimitsu?
Now, the tickets in their hands have a place to go.
A handsome middle-aged male candidate appeared.
He has dignified facial features, without the frivolous look of young boys, and he is tall and looks very heroic.
You can tell at first glance that she is very strong. For middle-aged women, physical strength is a very important scoring criterion.
Especially in the open suit, his chest muscles are clearly visible through the white shirt.
This human-shaped advertising billboard is obviously the work of a master. It is able to capture the hearts of the entire population and also grasp the psychology of voters.
Yuji Toda smiled slightly, looking elegant and graceful.
This is simply the dream lover of these housewives.
Written on it was his campaign slogan: Recover the lost thirty years and make Japan great again.
"What's so good about it?" Shiraishi Mei looked at the group of middle-aged housewives surrounding the human-shaped billboard, her eyes shining with hunger, and she was furious: "These old women, what kind of vision do they have?"
Although she also likes older men, if she goes against her sister, she will be dead.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu walked to a 7-11 convenience store and went in.
"Ah, you are... You are Councillor Shiraishi." The male employee inside instantly recognized Shiraishi Nagimitsu and was very excited: "Councillor Shiraishi, can you give me an autograph?"
"Of course." Shiraishi Nagiko said with a smile.
"Sign here." The male employee quickly took off his hat. After getting the signed hat, his excitement was beyond words.
"I would like to ask, how much does it cost to put up this human-shaped stand here, and how long will it last?" asked Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
"Uh, I really don't know about that, Councillor Shiraishi. I'm just a part-time worker here. I only know that the billboards on this street are managed by the old lady next door." The male employee said apologetically.
"Okay, thank you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu walked out of the 7-11 convenience store and was about to walk into the old lady's store that the male employee mentioned.
The next customer was a middle-aged woman selling clothes. She saw that Shiraishi Nagi looked unhappy.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who saw through it at a glance, naturally would not seek trouble for himself, so he withdrew.
Back in the car.
Where is Shiraishi Mei? Shiraishi Nagiko was startled. Shiraishi Mei, who had been following him, suddenly disappeared.
"Sister, I'm here." Shiraishi Mei stepped into the car and took out a form and gave it to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
"What is this?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu took it and looked at it. It turned out to be a price list for placing human-shaped billboards on several nearby streets.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned.
It seems that the power behind his opponent, Yuji Toda, is not only financially powerful, but also has sophisticated means.
The price of placing a human-shaped billboard is far higher than the market price, but it is cleverly stuck at a price point.
This is the lower limit of vote buying and bribery crimes in Japan's Public Officials Election Law.
This is almost equivalent to buying tickets, but the transaction method of advertising human-shaped signs is used to avoid bribery while achieving the advertising effect.
"Let's go to the next constituency and have a look." said Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
As the vehicle started moving and passed by the clothing store, Shiraishi Nagimitsu saw from the light of the vehicle that the middle-aged woman who disliked her had a face as swollen as a pig's head.
She was sitting on the ground wiping away tears.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu glared at Shiraishi Mei.
Mei Shiraishi hugged her sister's arm and laughed.
I walked through several constituencies and busy commercial streets, and they were all exactly the same as before.
Not only his own billboards, but also those of Abe Nozaki and other lawmakers were removed.
The cost of the billboard and the penalty for breach of contract for Yuji Toda is already a huge number.
"Let's go to Tokyo Tower." said Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
You can knock me, Shiraishi Nagimitsu, down with this? I haven't even made a move yet.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu sneered.
(End of this chapter)
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