Chapter 272 Sold
Inside the largest banquet hall of the Imperial Hotel Tokyo.
The largest entertainment media reception in recent years was held.
The initiator is director Takeshi Kitano.
In Japan, some people may not know who the current Prime Minister is, but there is absolutely no one who does not know who Takeshi Kitano is.
Although he often speaks without restraint and says things that make people laugh and cry, making the other party feel embarrassed.
But, he is Japan’s last world-class film master.
Takeshi Kitano is the right person for the job.
today.
Reporters from all over Japan and foreign media stationed in Japan came.
Get together.
It was for the press conference of Takeshi Kitano's latest movie.
In his last Warring States film [Shu], he directed the Warring States image that has always been the focus of Taiga dramas in a ridiculous and nonsensical way.
But the descriptions of the lower-class people, the analysis of the middle-class warriors, and the manipulation of the high-level bigwigs are all filled with greed, anger, ignorance, cruelty and viciousness.
Although it has received mixed reviews, some like it and some criticize it, it cannot be denied that it is still at the master level.
In today's era when Japanese films are gradually declining, Takeshi Kitano is Japan's hope.
Takeshi Kitano sat in the middle of the press conference, with flash cameras flashing non-stop.
He was the only one sitting there, with the seat next to the heroine empty.
All media know that the heroine of this movie is Yui Oda, the hottest and most mysterious idol star today.
It's too early to call him a superstar since he doesn't have any representative works.
But she never participates in any entertainment activities, but just posts updates about her daily life on time.
Even so, it has attracted a large number of fans.
Every time she releases a video, it becomes a trending search in Japan.
“Thank you all for coming here.”
"As you all know, my mother passed away not long ago."
Kitano Takeshi said with a smile, starting with an incident like this that happened at home.
"I once thought that the best way to say goodbye to the deceased is to smile, smile happily, so when I anticipated this day, I even designed the lines I would say to the undertaker."
“Please, cook my mother medium rare because she always liked it medium rare.”
The whole audience was silent, and even though it was ridiculous, they felt it was very Kitano Takeshi.
"But I didn't say it in the end." Kitano Takeshi still smiled, a little sadly: "Especially when my sister took out the passbook my mother left me."
"When I was an adult, my mother once strongly asked me to give her some money every month. I once complained, but at this moment I realized that every penny I gave her was saved by her for me."
"This old lady didn't even know that the money she had kept in the bank had depreciated after all these years and there wasn't much left. She still hoped that this passbook would help me when I was in trouble."
"At the moment of her death, she was probably still worried that I, a 70-year-old man who did ridiculous things, would end up alone, penniless and dying in pain."
"Even though I'm a big director and a jerk in the eyes of many people, in her eyes, I'm still a seven-year-old kid who wets the bed, no matter how old I am, even now I can't pee smoothly."
There was something shining in Kitano Takeshi's eyes. He took a breath in self-mockery, paused and continued:
"An asshole reporter once asked me: He said, Takeshi Kitano, your movies are always full of violence and blood, don't you think this will encourage violence in the world?"
“I replied that there are so many beautiful and touching movies in this world, but the world has not become more peaceful, right?”
"Now, please, is that asshole reporter still here?"
"Oh, there you are, you bastard, damn it, why do you look older than me, can you pee well?"
"Now I want to tell you again, you old bastard, my movie may make the world a little more peaceful."
“You probably want to know what this movie is about.”
“It’s a smile.”
“Yes, this movie is all about smiles.”
“There’s not so much preaching and meaning in life.”
"Fuck the meaning of life!!"
"It's good to have nothing in life. People are born, live, and die. That alone is amazing."
"Isn't it?"
"Just a smile is enough."
"Everyone must be wondering where the heroine is." Kitano Takeshi sighed, "There's nothing I can do. She's afraid of crowds, so she begged me for a long time but still refused to show up. She's such a willful little girl."
"I was already willful enough, but I didn't expect to meet someone who was even more outrageous than me. She even accused me of having a body odor because I hadn't showered for a few days. So, I took a shower specially for the press conference today."
"My willfulness was defeated by her willfulness. She is on the set right now."
Kitano Takeshi picked up the remote and pressed a button.
The screen behind him lit up.
A girl is wearing a sailor suit, a dark blue pleated skirt, black socks and small leather shoes.
He was sitting on the back of a staff member's bicycle, patrolling the set, smiling happily.
No make-up, no smears, not even her hair was tied up.
Flying in the wind.
A pure smile.
Just smile.
Everyone stared at it in fascination.
"What an enviable youth." Kitano Takeshi turned his head and pounded the table, drawing the reporters' attention back: "Why didn't I have girls like this around me when I was fucking young?"
"Many people introduced me to various heroines, some prettier, some cuter, some more elegant."
"They have smaller faces, look better on camera, have more upturned noses, and have more three-dimensional facial features."
"And my heroine, 17-year-old Oda Yui, is not the prettiest, nor the cutest. She doesn't even know how many teeth to show when she smiles."
"But she's the girl every guy dreams of riding on his bike when he was 17."
“As you can see.”
“Youth is only the faint smell of soap and shampoo on clothes when you pass by each other.”
Kitano Takeshi sighed and continued, "This damn staff member sat in the seat that everyone wanted to sit in. His salary will be deducted this month."
Kitano Takeshi instructed to the side.
The press conference was a great success.
Oda Yui's smile is played over and over again on major video websites.
Although Kitano Takeshi did not even say the name of the movie, nor did he reveal the specific content.
But even so, it still rushed to the top of the hot list at a rocket-like speed.
Not only in Japan.
In South Korea and Southeast Asia, Yui Oda's popularity is also growing rapidly.
Kim Mi-jeong stood at the back of the press conference with bright red lips, wearing a white shirt, black denim shorts, and red-lined suspenders.
The beautiful legs in high heels stood at an angle.
The suspenders were tied around her plump, white thighs, digging slightly into them.
Amid the fiery looks of the men passing by, she stared at the press conference with her arms folded across her chest.
Kim Mi-jeong knows too well the current situation in the Korean and Japanese entertainment industries.
The celebrities who come out of the same workshop assembly line not only have face blindness, but also have the same facial features.
Even the role positioning of idols has become terribly homogenized.
Kim Mi-cho clearly understood her position on the first day she met Oda Yui.
Oda Yui appeared just to break all this.
A clean, pure and sincere girl.
"Everyone has an Oda Yui in their heart." Jin Meiting ordered: "Send this sentence and make it the first sentence of all self-media."
Under the operation of many self-media.
This slogan became a trend overnight, dominating the hot lists in all countries!
And Oda Yui was lying in the hotel bedroom, counting on her fingers the days until her onii-chan and her mother would come to visit her.
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On a small island south of Shikoku.
The headquarters of the ghost clan.
Hashimoto Yuna was in the cabin, looking at the person coming at the door, not knowing what to say.
Keiki Nishiyama was standing at the door of the room, wearing a suit and tie, and smiling.
If there is anyone on this island that she misses, this man must be one of them.
Many of the hundreds of orphans in the same batch died in the brutal training of the Ghost Tribe.
After completing various tasks, many people died.
Of all these orphans, only Hashimoto Yuna and this man are left.
"You're back." Nishiyama Keiki's voice was mellow.
Not only is he tall, but he also has a very gentle appearance.
Hashimoto Yuina nodded.
"Emperor Sutoku issued a notice saying that you have received news that the Japanese government is preparing to attack us?"
"Yes."
"You have to be careful." Nishiyama Keishu said, "You have been working undercover among humans, and you have been in such a high position. It will be terrible if you are discovered."
"Don't worry, I will take care of your house. And Natto is in my house now."
"Thank you, thank you for your trouble." Hashimoto Yuna looked around the house and saw that everything was spotlessly clean. "Qishu-kun, you did a great job. Thank you very much."
"I've seen the video of Natto you sent me. He has gained a lot of weight. You take better care of him than I do. You are more suitable to be his owner than me."
"But you are his master after all, just like this house is yours after all, and you will come back to take over it in the end." Nishiyama Qishu said with a smile:
"Mrs. Masako asked me yesterday at dinner whether you would come back."
"Is Mrs. Masako in good health?" The short and fat woman appeared in Yua Hashimoto's mind.
Like many other fishermen, she was captured by the ghost tribe and taken to this island to do some hard labor.
"It's not as good as before. After all, there is too much resentment here." Xishan Qishu shook his head: "She also mentioned that she wanted to return to live on land, but was rejected."
Hashimoto Yuna was silent for a while. Once she came to this ghost island, how could she possibly go back? Unless she had a chance this time, "I'll go see you, sir."
"Then I'll wait for you at Mrs. Masako's house for dinner."
"No, I've already eaten."
"Don't you know Mrs. Masako? When you come back, you must have a meal with her, so that he will be happy."
"Okay." Hashimoto Yuna felt complicated and didn't know what she was thinking.
In the innermost hall of the largest fortress on this nameless island.
Arina Hashimoto was kneeling in the dark lobby.
Dozens of pairs of red eyes kept flashing in the black fog.
"Have you obtained the Japanese government's combat plan?" a voice asked solemnly.
"Yes, sir."
Arina Hashimoto took out a document and held it in her palm.
The file disappears instantly.
"Foolish humans actually want to use warships to encircle and suppress us. What awaits them is destruction."
"Kill them and we'll move to another place."
"No, capture them alive and use them to negotiate with the Japanese government."
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Sendai.
Yua Mikami stood blankly at the door of the villa.
She suspected that there was something wrong with her ears: "You, you, you, what did you just say?"
"I said fuck you, do you understand?" Fang Zuo frowned, "Fuck you, give birth to a child, mate, reproduce, don't you understand?"
"You you you" Mikami Yua stammered.
The words "shameless and obscene" were scared back by the man's glare.
"I don't want to waste my time talking to you." Fang Zuo turned around and walked out: "They will naturally tell you that I have suffered a great loss."
Yuya Mikami bit her lower lip and was about to refute, when suddenly she heard an unknown sound in her ears. Her face turned red with shame, and she stared at Fang Zuo's back with a charming look.
"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and move. We still have to drive." Fang Zuo said impatiently.
This ungraceful man.
Mikami Yuya kicked a small stone at her feet fiercely.
But he didn't dare to disobey, so he could only twist his waist and follow in small steps.
The pink Rolls-Royce was on its way back to Tokyo.
While driving, Yua Mikami would occasionally sneak a peek at the man lying on the passenger seat.
He still had his eyes closed, reclined the seat, and put his legs on the center console.
The words the old man just said echoed in Mikami Yuya's ears.
[From now on, this man will be your man. Remember to serve him well and obey him. If you can successfully give birth to his offspring, the Mikami family can maintain its power for hundreds of years.]
[This is all I can do for the Mikami family. I will tell your father everything, and he will explain it to you in detail.]
Mikami elegantly stepped on the accelerator and drove at high speed.
She couldn't wait to ask her father in person.
The old man in the villa used the word "serve" instead of "marry him".
Serve Even if it was just borrowing sperm, Mikami Yuya felt better.
At least everyone is equal.
But serving means that I am the servant and he is the master?
Do I really have to wash his feet?
This guy said he was short of a woman to wash his feet, which means he has many women, but he just lacks one to wash his feet.
This bastard is vile, shameless, disgusting and perverted.
With her keen business logic, Yuya Mikami can instantly analyze a lot of things from the words.
The joy that I just felt for escaping the clutches of the devil was gone in an instant, and I wanted to cry immediately.
"Hey." Mikami Yuya called out, "Can we discuss this?"
The man remained motionless and unresponsive.
"Can you cancel this appointment? You can tell me what you want."
"You may have made a mistake. You should go find your father. If I can cancel this agreement with the Mikami family, I would be more than happy." The man still closed his eyes and said calmly, "You don't have to give me anything. You must work hard, otherwise I will torture you in the future."
Hearing Fang Zuo's threat, Mikami Yuya felt a little unconvinced.
He speaks as if he is ugly and no one wants him.
Not to mention a place like Japan, even in North America, there are many business tycoons who want to pursue me.
"Hey." Mikami Yuya asked again: "What do you do?"
No one paid any attention to her.
"Can't we just talk?" Mikami Yuya said, "Tell me something about yourself, maybe I can convince my father to give up this agreement."
"The gatekeeper." said the man.
"What gate are you looking at?" Mikami Yuya was stunned and asked subconsciously.
"The main door of the Tokyo Women's University girls' dormitory." Fang Zuo said unhappily.
"Tsk, if you don't want to tell it, then don't tell it. Do you think lying is fun?" Yua Mikami made a face.
"Remember to go back and talk to your father. If you want to cancel the agreement, come to find me at the women's dormitory of Tokyo Women's University." Fang Zuo said.
Disappeared the next second.
Yua Mikami was so frightened that she almost slammed on the brakes and sent herself away.
Where did this guy go?
The Ark appeared in Zhang Benhe's arena.
Just now, Yuya Mikami's car happened to pass by the nearby city elevated expressway.
He just came down on the way.
After taking the elevator to the lowest floor, Fang Zuo went straight to the inner room.
"Master Fang." Zhang Benhe bowed politely.
The old monk next to him was there too, but the unruly disciple Erlong had disappeared.
"Master Fang, I just received news from home. You are worthy of being Master Fang." The old monk flattered him, his old face smiling as if nothing happened.
"Don't talk nonsense. Where is the thing I want?" Fang Zuo asked, "When will you bring it to me?"
"Master Fang, I've brought it a long time ago and have been waiting for you." The old monk hurriedly took out an exquisitely carved, half-meter-high rectangular sandalwood box from behind him.
"So fast." Fang Zuo was stunned.
"How could we dare to neglect to send the things that Master Fang wants by international express? Of course, we will immediately use our private plane to deliver it to you personally." The old monk said respectfully.
My goodness, is this still a monk?
Fang Zhuo looked at the old monk with a smile.
"You old guys, it seems that now that the Buddha is gone and the Lingshan Buddhist Kingdom has disappeared, you are living a more comfortable life. No wonder you don't look sad at all. Now you even bought a private jet and a private airline."
To reach such a fast speed, only private jets are needed. We must have spent a lot of money to rent several long-term private routes so that we can arrive quickly without having to schedule.
It can be seen that these old fellows in Buddhism are good at making money.
That immortality contract costs as much as one million, and the demand is far from enough to meet the demand. It’s really hard to count the money.
Not to mention the donations and other income from various pilgrims.
In comparison, the Vajra who will die soon in the Buddhist temple of Sendai Villa, despite his resentment, seems like a pure monk.
The old monk smiled awkwardly and didn't know how to answer.
After all, what this great man said was right. The assets of Buddhism have grown explosively in recent years.
I simply don't know how to spend it.
Not to mention mocking him, even if they pointed at him and cursed him, or even cursed Buddha, what could they do?
He just listened obediently and didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction.
Fang Zuo opened the sandalwood box.
A clay statue of Acala is inside.
The tremendous power of Buddha and incense is overwhelming.
The statue is sitting on a stone seat and is in the shape of a boy.
There are seven buns on the top of his head, and his braid hangs down to his left shoulder. His left eye is slightly closed, and his lower teeth are biting his upper lip, showing an angry look.
He carried a raging fire on his back and held a sharp sword in his right hand.
Acala is originally the angry form of Vairocana Tathagata.
Although it is just a clay sculpture, it is said to be made by Vairocana Tathagata himself.
If the remains of Asura want to continue to evolve, they can only rely on the clay body of the central Acala to be perfected.
Fang wiped his left hand and put it away.
Walk out of the inner room.
Outdoor arena.
The two battles are in a stalemate.
The audience in the stands cheered wildly.
The second dragon from Shaolin Temple was fighting against a white man.
The two sides fought back and forth, and it was unclear who won for a while.
And Nagano Rei was fighting with a Hindu.
Nagano Rei's wave of punches were destroyed by the Hindu believer who stretched out his long arms and legs.
She wanted to engage in close combat, but was stopped by the cultist, who stretched his head out and spewed out fire several meters high.
Suddenly, several meters long legs as thick as rubber jumped out from the raging fire.
"It stinks." Nagano Rei jumped high to avoid the long legs, her face puffed up with anger: "Why don't you wash such stinky feet?"
He put his hands together and attacked with a huge wave punch.
Fang Zuo took a quick look and walked back.
It was only a matter of time before Nagano Rei won this game.
He asked Zhang Benhe to borrow a secret room and set up a concealment magic circle.
He took out the clay sculpture of Acala and clapped his hands.
The Asura patterns on his body grew wildly, absorbing the shattered clay sculptures.
The long-standing and vast incense and Buddha's power were madly absorbed by Asura's broken Taoist patterns.
This clay sculpture follows the imprint of the Dao pattern, like mercury, completing the remaining indented Asura pattern, and at the same time deriving new patterns.
Fang Zuo took out half of the soul of the Japanese Susanoo he had hunted and a large amount of incense and threw them all in.
Finally, the Asura patterns on his body were supplemented with many new branches.
At the moment of completion.
Suddenly, a huge vortex appeared in the sky above Tokyo.
Fang Zuo was the first to sense it.
Heavenly calamity?
If I perfect the Asura body and the combination with the Central Acala, can I also have a heavenly calamity?
No, it's not.
Fang Zuo expanded his divine consciousness.
High in the sky.
This huge vortex is probably as big as the entire city of Tokyo.
Keep spinning.
The situation changes dramatically.
The divine mind looked down from above.
In Tokyo, a city with a population of tens of millions, the densely packed lights and the neon night scene that looked like a starry sky were all extinguished in an instant.
There was a power outage across Tokyo.
No.
It's not a power outage.
It's space and time that are frozen.
The transmission of light ceased.
In the whole of Tokyo, probably only high-level strong people can still move in this space and time.
Abe Noja walked out of the villa, looked at the sky and frowned.
Behind her, Abe Haruaki appeared instantly, staring at the huge vortex in the sky with red eyes, as if a hungry ghost saw some food.
Several members of the spiritual opposition association in Tokyo also walked out of their houses and watched the movement in the sky.
Sakura Sora Kurumi was followed by several section chiefs as she walked out of the Security Department with a serious look on her face.
In the Japanese Divine Kingdom within the Incense Barrier, several primary gods appeared outside the barrier, exploring the movements in the void.
In the Hindu Brahma, Shiva, Kamaśvika and Shinu, three Indian gods, also walked out of the incense barrier of Brahma.
The Garden of Eden, the Kingdom of God, and the gods of various religions all walked out of their own world of incense.
In the void.
A giant suspended European-style castle appeared.
"Even the retreating Valhalla has come." Kamapi retracted his fangs and said, "What's going on? There shouldn't be such a thing here."
"These poor fellows in Valhalla have lost their authority and believers in the human world, and they are afraid of being hunted down." Shiva blinked his middle eye and said, "It should be something from Judaism. I sense the desire of Protestantism, Catholicism and Orthodoxy."
"We still don't know the origins of this group of infighting guys, and we don't know why they came here."
(End of this chapter)
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