Chapter 305: Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Journey to Prime Minister
Takeda Ryosuke, who had already turned around, suddenly turned back and looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu in surprise.
I was so excited that my body even trembled slightly.
I really want to do something for this country. "Is it really possible?"
You are clear about the proposals you have submitted to Congress.
One proposal, three suggestions.
First, no digital payment of political donations to members of Congress will be allowed.
Second, political donations are not allowed to involve any foreign account funds or individuals.
Third, increase the intensity of scrutiny of political donations by members of parliament and introduce a third-party supervision mechanism.
These three articles are undoubtedly a major blow to the underground income of the legislators.
I don’t know how many people wish they could be hit and killed by a car.
"I can't guarantee it 100%, but there should be great hope." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said: "I can only say that I will do my best."
"I believe in Councillor Shiraishi. No matter what, it's already the biggest surprise that Councillor Shiraishi is willing to help me." Takeda Ryosuke nodded repeatedly: "What should I do?"
"It's simple. Mobilize your base of Kansai voters, the more the better, and get them to pay attention to tomorrow's live broadcast." Shiraishi Nagiko said seriously: "I need a strong viewing base for tomorrow's live broadcast. I must get them all to watch it."
"Then, go find Abe Nosuke."
"Looking for her? I looked for her. To be honest, she was the first one I looked for, but she refused." Takeda Ryosuke said with a wry smile: "I didn't even say the second sentence."
"Go find her this time and tell her that a large number of congressmen will agree with your plan tomorrow. I hope she can follow up. If she doesn't, you will go on the show and reveal more inside information about the group of black money congressmen last time." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with raised eyebrows.
"If she asks how you know that a large number of legislators agree with your proposal, just say you have no comment."
"Let her guess for herself!!"
After saying this, Shiraishi Nagi's beautiful eyes sparkled.
"Ah, but I don't have any inside information about Councillor Kurokin to expose," Takeda Ryosuke said, "Councillor Shiraishi's point."
"Yes, you didn't, but Congressman Abe doesn't know that, right?" Shiraishi Nagiko said with a smile, "Congressman Takeda has always been honest, and our Congressman Abe, who is suspicious by nature, will definitely believe it."
"But believing this is not enough to get her to come to the front and get members of her party to vote for your proposal."
"Given her personality, she will only place bets when she sees a certain trend among the congressmen."
"But how could we allow members of Congress to have this tendency?" asked Takeda Ryosuke, frowning.
"Don't worry about it. I have a solution." Shiraishi Nagi picked up the teacup and said, "Would you like to drink some, Councillor Takeda? This is good tea from China, brought by my man."
"Oh, okay." Takeda Ryosuke picked up the teacup with suspicion and took a sip: "It is indeed good tea."
"Okay, let's put it this way, Councillor Takeda. It's too late so I won't keep you here." Shiraishi Nagimitsu put down his teacup: "See you in the Diet tomorrow."
"Also, please don't reveal all my actions."
"We didn't meet tonight."
"Oh, I see. I understand." Takeda Ryosuke nodded repeatedly. "Then I'm leaving. Councillor Shiraishi, I'll leave everything to you."
"I'll ask my assistant to take you there."
"Ah, no need, no need." Takeda Ryosuke glanced at the cute round-faced assistant next to him with an impatient look, looking much more fierce than Councillor Shiraishi.
Takeda Ryosuke walked into the elevator still thinking about what Shiraishi Nagimitsu said.
How did she do that? Her husband brought her some good Chinese tea? Wasn't her husband dead?
Did she find a new partner? This news seems even more explosive!!! After watching Takeda Ryosuke leave, Shiraishi Nagimitsu returned to the office and called Morisawa Rena.
"Hello, Congressman Shiraishi, what can I do for you?" Rena Morisawa was in a very good mood.
After Fang Zuo's visit, she felt extremely satisfied both spiritually and physically.
Especially the brutal force, it can last for a long time after a meal.
"Excuse me for bothering you, Mrs. Morisawa, I need to borrow some people from you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.
"Or cover up the tattoo and look gentle?" Rena Morisawa replied knowingly.
"Yes, this time they have to be older, and I need to hold off the police for about an hour," said Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
"No problem, Councillor Shiraishi, when do you need me? Where?" Rena Morisawa agreed readily.
Even if there was no relationship with the man, getting to know this congressman was something she had been longing for.
"Tomorrow morning, the location is in front of the National Assembly." Shiraishi Nagiko said, "They will also need to bring some slogans, banners and loudspeakers. I will send you the specific props."
"Understood. Don't worry, I will make all the arrangements for Councillor Shiraishi." Morisawa Reina nodded. "When it comes to these things, no one in Japan is more professional than us, the Yamaguchi-gumi."
After hanging up the phone, Shiraishi Nagimitsu was about to make the next call.
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the office door.
Shiraishi Nagi opened the door and saw Minamikawa Keiko standing at the door: "It's time to get off work, hurry up, I have reserved a table, you should get off work."
After she finished speaking, she pushed Shiraishi Nagimitsu out.
"I was just looking for you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.
While being pushed by Minamikawa Keiko, he reached out to hook his shoulder bag.
"Really? Then let's talk while we eat." Minamikawa Keiko stopped pushing Shiraishi Nagimitsu's shoulders and instead hooked her arm, and the two walked outside.
When the two of them walked out of the office hall, they heard aggrieved shouts from afar.
"Hey, did you forget something?" Shiraishi Mei frowned and stood in the distance, "I'm in the bathroom, didn't you notice that someone is missing?"
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The Mikami family is in a high-end club in Tokyo.
The two beautiful women finally reached an agreement.
"Then it's a deal, Ms. Mikami Yua." Demi Blackrock stood up from the sofa and stretched out her hand to shake hands with Mikami Yua.
Mikami Yuya also stretched out her hand and shook it: "The Mikami family is a very trustworthy family. Miss Demi Blackrock can rest assured."
"Also, I hope that our subsequent drone orders will not be intercepted by Miss Mikami Yuya again like this." Demi Blackrock sneered and said:
"I have given up all my shares in the Sumitomo Group. If something like this happens again, Yuya Mikami, I swear to God, the first person to come to you will be Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp, the commander-in-chief of the US forces in Japan."
"No problem, Miss Demi. How many times do I have to tell you this?" Mikami Yuya nodded: "From now on, drone orders will have nothing to do with the Mikami family."
"Okay, now let's talk about our private matters." Demi Blackrock folded her arms and tilted her head slightly to look at Yua Mikami.
The smile on his face seemed to be a malicious look of watching the fun.
"What personal matter?" Mikami Yua said, "Our friendship has not progressed so fast, Miss Demi."
"She, Reilly, is from a master who is known as 'The General', a three-time champion of the King of Boxing Tournament and the world's number one boxer. Also, she was born into the Gambino family, one of the five major mafia families in North America." Demi Blackrock sneered, "Reilly, you can show us your fist marks now."
Reilly, who had been impatient, lit up when she heard this.
With a swish, he ripped off his sleeves.
Showing the tattoo on your arm.
Then.
A punch flew out quickly.
The two old men behind Yua Mikami quickly took a step forward.
The fist hit the wall next to it.
With a loud 'boom' sound.
Then with the sound of 'crash'.
Countless sand and rocks fell down.
A fist mark emitting black smoke was left on the wall.
There are burn marks on the side.
"I, Reilly Gambino, am here to formally challenge the girl from the Mikami family on behalf of my master, the General. My fist represents my honor." Reilly's face was full of seriousness: "If your family does not accept it, then my master will come to find you. This is my family emblem. If you do not agree, my family will not let you go."
After saying that, Reilly took out a badge with a rattlesnake engraved on it and placed it on the table next to her.
"OK." Demi Blackrade clapped her hands, "This is our private matter. Then, Miss Mikami, please invite that beautiful girl out."
Mikami Yuya looked at the smoking black hole with an unpleasant expression: "That woman is not from our Mikami family"
"Ha, this is the famous Mikami family? You don't dare to admit it so soon?" Demi Blackrock said sarcastically.
She turned to Lei Li and said, "What should I do, Lei Li? She won't recognize me."
"I don't care. I only know that I met her at Mikami's house and lost to her." Reilly slowly retracted her fist:
"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I will come again. I want to see that woman. Otherwise, I will accept your contempt for the 'General' and your disdain for our Gambino Family."
"Then let's go first, Reilly. I think Miss Mikami is thinking of other excuses. Hehe." Demi Blackred patted Reilly's shoulder.
Reilly nodded and turned to leave first.
Halfway through the walk, Demi Black turned around and stared at Yua Mikami.
A thin waist and big, round buttocks.
The 1.55-meter-tall figure looks like an exaggerated goblet.
She said word by word: "Mikami Yuya, it's not over yet. If you provoke me, everything is just beginning. I am looking forward to our collision in the future."
Mikami Yuya met Demi Black's gaze without fear and said with a smile: "I'll wait."
Wait until the two of them leave completely.
The old man behind me came forward.
"Ms. Mikami Yuya, you'd better tell the head of the Mikami family that this 'general' is a person far beyond the SSS level. It is not easy for him to win the King of Fighters championship three times in a row." The old man looked stiff and said solemnly: "If he is really angered, I'm afraid the Mikami family will be in trouble."
"Is he so scary? Does he dare to come to Japan to commit crimes?" asked Yua Mikami with a frown.
"He dares. Of course, in modern society, the Tokyo Exorcist Guard can catch him if they are well prepared, but what if he sneaks in, commits a crime, and then leaves." The old man shook his head.
"It would be very easy for his property to cross the ocean to Japan on a large yacht, and he could just find a place to land."
"This covert method is extremely troublesome. The most important thing is that he can find the Mikami family at any time, but the Mikami family can't find him."
"I understand. Don't tell my dad for now. I will find a way to solve it." Yua Mikami rubbed her eyebrows.
If my father finds out, I will inevitably be given a lot of nagging lectures.
Might as well go look for that Nagano Rei on the beach.
Fang Zuo grabbed Hashimoto Yuna's two ivory-like beautiful legs.
A big hand was holding two thin ankles.
The skin on the ankles is white, translucent and delicate.
Hashimoto Yuuna closed her beautiful eyes and clenched her teeth tightly.
The blush on her pretty face was as red as the afterglow of the sunset at the seaside.
She didn't wake up until dawn.
Open your beautiful eyes.
I was lying on the beach, naked.
The white skin was covered with a lot of sand.
The man beside her was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, facing the rising sun.
She was somewhat intoxicated by the strong and firm lines of his body.
Thinking of the touch of his hands holding me last night.
Yuuna Hashimoto rubbed her legs and shuddered in pain.
If he had not undergone rigorous training since childhood, he would have died long ago.
She raised her beautiful legs and slowly approached the man next to her.
In the rising sun.
The legs are white, red and tender, and the lines are flawless.
She gently pushed the man's shoulders with her plump white feet.
Wait until the man turns around.
Only then did Hashimoto Yuna realize that this posture left her exposed.
"Does it look good?" Hashimoto Yuna shyly covered her little face with her hands, and then slowly opened them.
"It looks good." The man nodded.
"From now on, they are all yours." Hashimoto Yuna struggled to prop up her other leg and put it on the man's shoulder: "Do you like it?"
"I like it." The man tilted his head and touched her soft white soles with his cheek.
This considerate and caring gesture made Hashimoto Yuna even happier.
"By the way, what's your name?" asked Hashimoto Yuuna.
"Fang Zuo."
"Fang Zuo?" Hashimoto Yuna's legs rubbed Fang Zuo's shoulders teasingly: "This name is not Japanese, are you Chinese?"
When Fang Zuo reached out his hand and grabbed her ankle like he did last night, she screamed and tried to pull back: "I can't do it anymore. I really can't do it."
Seeing the man just felt a warm current coming over, and he immediately felt much more comfortable.
Only then did she feel at ease and continue to press the man's strong back with her white, plump and soft soles of her feet.
She slowly lowered her beautiful legs, propped herself up with difficulty, stretched out her arms, hooked the man's neck, and fell into her arms.
Wait until the two buttocks fell into the man's big hands.
She pressed her little face against the man's heart, listening to its surging beating.
The touch of skin and the sense of security made her moan with satisfaction.
but.
Hashimoto Yuna has a biggest question in her heart, which has been kept in her heart.
She could never figure out who had asked such a powerful person to save her.
I can't figure out what powerful force I know.
The man just waved.
Emperor Chongde, the huge vengeful spirit who had led the ghost tribe for hundreds of years, just lay on the ground like a rotten rag.
Even worse than a dog.
Leave it to yourself.
Then, I let out all my anger.
Every time he heard Emperor Chongde scream in pain, he felt happier.
I am even more grateful to this man.
Although I did want to suppress the pain in my heart through physical stimulation last night.
But it cannot be denied that every woman who admires a strong man does not want to miss such a strong man.
but.
Who asked him to come and rescue him? It certainly wasn't the Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force, otherwise, why would they need to dispatch so many warships and launch so many missiles?
"Who asked you to save me?" Hashimoto Yuna asked the question she wanted to know most.
But the man's words petrified her instantly.
"Sakura Sora Kurumi."
"Ah?" Hashimoto Yuna was stunned on the spot, her whole body as stiff as steel.
"Who are you to Sakura Kurumi?"
"Man." Fang Zuo said the answer that Hashimoto Yuna least wanted to know.
Am I cheating on my best friend's man?
Oh my God. Hashimoto Yuna's little head buzzed, and various scenes from the future echoed in her mind.
Is this how I became a mistress?
What should I do? But before she could think it through.
The big hands began to knead her buttocks, which were just big enough to fit in one hand.
Then a large hand left, stroking her round thigh, then following the exaggeratedly smooth curve of her leg, passing her calf, and finally grasping her ankle.
This familiar grip left Hashimoto Yuna no time to think about what to do next.
"No, no, I really can't do it anymore." Hashimoto Yuna said in shock: "No, I mean, we can't do this anymore. Sakura Kurumi and I are very good friends."
"She is a very good friend. She saved my life."
“This is the second time.”
"We can't betray her again. We can't do the wrong thing again."
"Wait, listen to me, what we are doing is wrong"
"Are you listening anymore? Please listen to me, okay?"
“Yes, I asked for it, but I didn’t know.”
“It hurts!!”
"ah!!!"
But the next second.
Hashimoto Yuna fell into it again.
And at this moment.
Inside the Supreme Court.
Masami Miura was not in a good mood.
As soon as I arrived at the court, I saw the notice sent to me by the court.
It was indeed the backup record submitted to the court by the famous North American female lawyer.
She will become the representative attorney for Governor Miura.
Now.
Governor Miura has been handed over to prosecutors by the Tokyo Exorcist Guard.
Hojo Sakurai is the prosecutor of this major criminal case.
But it was only a few short days.
She could keenly sense that the attitudes of her family members towards her had changed again.
There were also some unusual movements among the judicial students and friends of the Miura family, which he heard vaguely.
They all went to visit their younger brother, Governor Miura.
This shows an attitude.
They are all waiting for the outcome of this lawsuit.
Hedging your bets.
Masami Miura took the judicial file and placed it on the desk, carefully looking at the indictment documents submitted to the court by Hojo Sakura.
But the uneasiness in my heart became stronger and stronger.
If the female lawyer was not sure, she would never take the case.
So.
How was she going to fight this lawsuit and overturn all the evidence against Governor Miura? What would she do? The more she thought about it.
Miura Masami became increasingly uneasy.
We can’t let Governor Miura get away with this.
otherwise.
Everything is over for me.
Masami Miura took out her phone and dialed Hojo Sakura's number.
"Hello," Hojo Sakura's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Justice Miura Masayoshi, you should know that I am the prosecutor in Governor Miura's case."
"According to Japanese law, in order to protect the interests of me as the defendant, we should avoid suspicion, not talk on the phone privately, and certainly not meet in person."
"Please, Sakura, I want to see you. There are some things I need to discuss with you urgently." Masami Miura said in a low voice.
"No, we can't break the law." Hojo Sakura replied firmly on the phone: "Anything else? If not, I'm going to hang up."
"There are still matters concerning the Master." Miura Masami said in a lower voice, "Don't hang up. It's the Master's business."
"What did he say?" Hojo Sakurana's tone suddenly changed.
There was something about this man that she couldn't refuse.
Hojo Sakura touched the pet chain around her neck.
I still don’t dare to wear low-necked clothes.
"I need to meet. Believe me, Sakura, let's talk about it when we meet." said Masami Miura.
"." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
"Okay, I'll wait for you," said Hojo Sakura, "Come to my place."
Hang up the phone.
Miura Masami let out a "whoosh".
Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise that woman really would not have seen me.
As a prosecutor, the evidence was weak and she should have known more than she did.
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On the beach.
Yuna Hashimoto feels like a jar of honey.
Nothing was left of what had been devoured.
From the time the sun first rose in the early morning to now when it is overhead, half a day has passed.
What on earth is this man made of? Can't he stop? "We can't do this." She said in a low voice, "This is wrong."
"Then why did you scream so loudly just now?" Fang Zuo said with a smile.
"You!!!" Hashimoto Yuna kicked her long legs hard, trying to struggle to get off Fang Zuo.
"Come again?" Fang Zuo asked.
"No, no, I'm really going to die," said Hashimoto Yuna gloomily.
Now that things have already happened, there is no point in thinking about it anymore.
"beep!!!!"
Several whistles sounded.
Several warships gathered in the distance.
"You go, I'll wait for them here," said Yuna Hashimoto.
"Yeah." Fang Zuo put her down and took out a set of his own clothes and threw them to her.
Seeing a man so attentive and considerate.
Hashimoto Yuna, who had originally made up her mind not to see a man again, began to melt her heart again.
Force yourself to stand up.
He leaned his little head forward and offered his slightly pale lips.
Greedily devouring the man's scent.
"Goodbye." Hashimoto Yuina said in a low voice.
Once again, I decided never to see this man again.
Let it all be a dream.
But the next second, the man disappeared.
"Asshole, so fast, I still have something to say!!!" Hashimoto Yuna angrily kicked Haisha with her long legs: "I'll make you pay next time we meet!!!"
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The entrance to the National Diet in Tokyo, Japan.
Countless old, weak and sick people were wrapped in bandages and using crutches.
Trembling and shivering.
Holding banners and using loudspeakers, they blocked the entrance to the Congress. (End of this chapter)
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