Former Prime Minister Yukio Hatoyama looked at his daughter and sighed.
To be fair.
Yume Hatoyama is considered to be the most outstanding person of this generation.
Even though it's just a woman.
But both their means and intelligence are superior to those of other political families of the same generation.
Not to mention the disappointing descendants of the Hatoyama family.
Just eating, drinking, having fun and shopping.
Ever since I retired.
His younger brother also left Japanese politics due to illness.
And in the business world.
Over the years, several of the Hatoyama Group's major pillar industries have faced challenges.
For example, the profits of its Bridgestone Tire have declined sharply in recent years.
However, since Yume Hatoyama took over, the company has stabilized its declining trend after adjustments in various aspects.
Last year and the year before, there was steady growth.
My brother and I are already old.
The man had a son and a daughter in his old age.
The son is a little younger than Yumemi Hatoyama.
Haven't completed studies yet.
It can be said that in recent years, both the family business and Japan's power pie have been firmly controlled by their daughter, Yume Hatoyama.
But she, who always made him feel at ease, has been extremely depressed these days.
I was drunk every night.
"Look up, my daughter!" said Yukio Hatoyama. "Look to your right."
Yukio Hatoyama watched his daughter look obediently to the right.
I also cast my gaze over there.
Portraits of the Hatoyama family hang on the right side.
His eyes scanned them one by one.
With Yume Hatoyama in mind, it was as if I was reviewing the history of my family:
"My daughter, whenever I feel uneasy, I kneel here and look at these deceased ancestors of the Hatoyama family."
"My great-grandfather, Kazuo Hatoyama, started to establish the Japanese parliament in 1890. He was elected as a member of the second House of Representatives in 1894, became the speaker in 1896, and was also the president of Waseda University!"
"It's different from the Abe family, which has three prime ministers, the Koizumi family, which has generations of parliamentarians, and the Aso family, which has intermarriages between politicians and businessmen."
"Our Hatoyama family is known as Japan's 'Kennedy family'. The Japanese people all know that ever since Japan had a parliament, there has been a Hatoyama family in the parliament."
"My grandfather, Ichiro Hatoyama, was the most brilliant politician in our Hatoyama family. He served as the 52nd, 53rd and 54th prime minister of Japan, leading Japan through the most difficult times."
"My father, Hatoyama Ichiro, served in the navy before joining the Japanese Ministry of Finance and served as finance minister for 30 years, making an indelible contribution to the rise of the Japanese economy."
"Even now there are elderly people in Japan who call him 'the Japanese God of Wealth'."
"In my generation, although I was elected prime minister, it was all due to the influence of my predecessors."
"Whenever I have setbacks, I come here and see what our problems are compared to theirs."
"My daughter, you have always reassured me, but do you know where you went wrong?" Yukio Hatoyama turned around and said in a deep voice:
"It's not that you lost. No one can always win, and you are no exception."
"Losing is not terrible. What is terrible is giving up on yourself. Think about what you have done these days."
"Does coming back drunk every day still look like the old Yumemi Hatoyama?"
"I'm sorry, father." Hatoyama Yumemi said in a low voice.
"Cheer up and look for opportunities to win back. In this battlefield, as long as you can keep your composure and live long enough, you will be the winner." Yukio Hatoyama said:
"Tokugawa Ieyasu outlasted all his enemies, and Sima Yi outlasted his greatest rival, Zhuge Liang."
"As long as you wait patiently, you will get your chance."
"Yes, father. I understand." Yume Hatoyama raised his head and sat up straight again: "I won't drink so much in the future."
"I understand." Yukio Hatoyama pointed at Zhang Yingxian beside him:
"This is Mr. Zhang from China. I think you have met him at the airport."
"Oh, I haven't seen her." Zhang Yingxian was listening to gossip. Hearing this, she pretended to put away her phone and said, "I saw another woman."
"At that time, Mr. Zhang was taken away by the Shinto priest Takeuchi, and I arrived a step late." Hatoyama Yumemi knelt on his calves and bowed slightly to Zhang Yingxian.
I was actually outside at that time.
"Mr. Zhang, I invited you to Japan this time because of my brother's matter." Yukio Hatoyama said with a smile:
"My grandfather, Ichiro Hatoyama, had some connection with your ancestor, Mr. Zhang Xueliang. I'm sure Mr. Zhang also knows this."
"Speaking of which, this is another century-long meeting of the two families."
Zhang Yingxian grinned and laughed dryly: "I can only be considered a distant relative of Zhang Xueliang. This time I came to Japan, our superiors also explained that since the Hatoyama family, as a friend of Japan, has asked us for help in Longhushan, we will naturally help. You, the old man, can rest assured."
Zhang Yingxian almost blurted out the word "old guy" and reached out and patted Yukio Hatoyama's shoulder awkwardly.
This made Hatoyama Yumemi stunned.
"No matter what, I still want to thank Mr. Zhang." Yukio Hatoyama let Zhang Yingxian pat his shoulders and said with a smile: "My brother is still in the University of Tokyo Hospital. I'd like to trouble Mr. Zhang to go with me."
"It's a small matter." Zhang Yingxian shook his head: "But, your Jiushan family has a lot of yin energy."
"Oh? The Yin energy is very strong? What does Mr. Zhang mean?" Hatoyama Yukio and Hatoyama Yumemi were both stunned.
"It means it's haunted." Zhang Yingxian pointed to the corner of the hall.
Yukio Hatoyama and his daughter looked in the direction of his sight.
My whole body trembled.
I saw that the intelligent monitoring system of the main house in the distance suddenly became blurry.
The original color image turned into black and white surveillance.
A girl in a Showa school uniform slowly walked into the surveillance screen.
With loose hair.
The white school uniform was stained with blood.
The girl stopped in the exact center of the camera.
Then he slowly raised his head towards the camera.
Dark pupils on a pale face.
Hanging with two lines of blood and tears.
Showing a weird smile.
Before Yukio Hatoyama could speak.
Then, dewdrops slowly appeared on the floor-to-ceiling glass on the left side of the living room. The outlines of these dewdrops grew larger and larger, and finally gradually formed seven hanging human figures.
Squeak There was also a sound of nails scratching in the ventilation duct above my head.
Bright red blood spurted out of the central air-conditioning outlet.
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-it fell.
“Ah~~~~!”
From the courtyard outside the hall came the screams of servants and various loud shouts.
Yukio Hatoyama and Yumemi Hatoyama looked at each other.
They all stood up.
Suddenly, the girl in the monitor rushed towards the camera.
The body just passed through the screen.
Fly towards Yumenori Hatoyama.
The pale and rotten arm grabbed Hatoyama Yumemi's throat.
"Bang!"
Yumemi Hatoyama pulled out a pistol and shot the girl accurately.
The bullet was wrapped in a layer of black mist, which carried some kind of power and instantly devoured the black-haired girl completely.
With a thud.
The door to the hall was blown open by the wind.
"Master, there are so many ghosts!!"
A servant rushed in and prostrated himself in front of Yukio Hatoyama with his head lowered.
"Don't panic, notify the psychics in the family to come quickly for support." Yukio Hatoyama said in a deep voice: "Have you called the police?"
"We called the police, but no police officer came yet," the servant said with his head down.
"It must be that Sakura Sora Kurumi who is seeking revenge," said Yume Hatoyama with a sneer, "She underestimates our Hatoyama family too much. What can this ghost do to us?"
"Go and inform the elderly and weak in the family to gather in this hall."
"Yes, Miss Hatoyama." The servant answered while lying on the ground.
"What are you doing? Why haven't you left yet?" Hatoyama Yumemi frowned.
Said scoldingly.
But he found that the servant's body was covered with bright red.
The servant suddenly raised his head slowly.
His facial features were distorted and one of his eyes had fallen out.
Still smiling strangely.
Blood kept flowing out of all his orifices.
With a grin on his face, he reached out and grabbed Hatoyama Yumemi's legs.
Hatoyama Yumemi jumped away and fired another shot back.
'Bang'.
It hit the servant right on the forehead.
Countless black air devoured the servants.
In an instant, it disappeared like the ghost of the young girl.
Zhang Yingxian watched everything and touched his chin with interest.
This woman from the Hatoyama family is quite interesting because of her spiritual aura.
"Mr. Zhang, please help us." Yukio Hatoyama turned his head and bowed, saying respectfully: "It has been a long time, and these old and weak people in the family are really innocent."
Upon hearing this, Hatoyama Yumemi also looked at Zhang Yingxian.
My father had such admiration and respect for this guy from the neighboring country.
She had always felt somewhat dissatisfied.
He just didn't show it out of respect for his father.
It’s not that these ghosts cannot be dealt with by themselves, but they are a bit troublesome when they are scattered.
That's why I wanted to bring everyone together.
"Well, that's no problem at all. There's no one in the world more professional than us Chinese in dealing with these guys. Mr. Hatoyama has found the right person." Zhang Yingxian laughed.
He stretched out his hand again, rubbing his thumb and index finger together: "Mr. Hatoyama, there are rules in our business, you must understand them. "Understood, understood!" Yukio Hatoyama nodded and said: "Mr. Zhang, just name your price."
"Five million. Since the Hatoyama family is our friend, it is naturally a friendly price." Zhang Yingxian said righteously.
"Of course, of course." Yukio Hatoyama nodded repeatedly: "I will not give Mr. Zhang less than a penny."
"I'm not talking about the Japanese yen," said Zhang Yingxian.
"Of course it's US dollars." Yukio Hatoyama laughed dumbly.
"Then leave it to me." Zhang Yingxian nodded and walked out of the house.
As he walked, he secretly slapped himself.
Oh shit.
That was a close call . I almost said RMB. Yukio Hatoyama followed Zhang Yingxian in big strides.
Yume Hatoyama whispered from behind his father, "Father, is this guy really as powerful as you say?"
Yukio Hatoyama looked at Zhang Yingxian's tall back and sighed, "In the whole of Japan, only our Hatoyama family has been on good terms with our neighbor next door for the longest time."
"Just watch."
"Although he is indeed a direct descendant of the Heavenly Master from the neighboring Longhu Mountain, he is still young after all. It is a good opportunity to test his strength."
"Perhaps from this person, you can see why the Hatoyama family has always insisted on maintaining friendship with its neighbors."
After Zhang Yingxian walked out of the hall.
Looking at the entire large villa, there were screams everywhere, black fog, and howling winds.
An expression of excitement appeared on his face.
I haven’t seen this scene in China for many years.
Not only animals are not allowed to become spirits.
Even ghosts are not allowed to show themselves.
This resulted in very little business.
Only this ghost island has so much business.
Zhang Yingxian made Taoist gestures with his hands.
A cold wind blew violently.
Brushing across his body.
The white sweatshirt on his body remained unchanged.
Zhang Yingxian flipped his left hand and took out the Sanqing Bell.
Give it a gentle shake.
The sound of Tao came out of his mouth.
"upbraid!"
It was as if the heaven and earth shook.
Thunderous sound rolled out from the depths of the earth veins.
Throughout the large villa.
Those eerie ghostly figures suddenly froze.
I just felt like I was being restrained by an invisible force.
That incomprehensible syllable seemed like the first sound of the creation of the world.
The ghosts looked towards the source of the sound in fear.
Zhang Yingxian made a sword gesture.
The peach wood sword on his back soared into the sky.
A bolt of lightning came from the sky and struck the peach wood sword.
The thunder is brilliant.
[The Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the Root of All Qi]
Zhang Ying pointed his sword and shouted loudly.
The peach wood sword shook.
The lightning transformed into dozens of golden snakes and flew away.
"Okay, it's done." Zhang Yingxian clapped his hands.
The peach wood sword returned to its sheath instantly.
As the golden snake scattered.
Inside the large villa of the Hatoyama family.
Whether it is the front yard or the backyard.
The cold wind stopped.
The sobbing disappeared.
The black mist that was swirling around also dissipated.
The flickering lights also returned to normal.
The shouts of servants and clansmen could be heard from all directions.
Everything happened incredibly fast.
"Is that it?" Hatoyama Yumemi was stunned.
Although after what my father said, I was mentally prepared.
But I really didn't expect it to end so soon.
"What? Are you questioning my business capabilities?" Zhang Yingxian waved her hand impatiently: "The most annoying thing is Party A like you. You can go and inspect it yourself."
Yukio Hatoyama smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, what you said is wrong. My daughter just saw the methods of Chinese Taoism for the first time. Please come in. I will write a check for Mr. Fang."
"It's best to use Alipay. Don't send by check. I don't have an account with your bank." Zhang Yingxian nodded and said.
Hatoyama Yumemi looked at the backs of Zhang Yingxian and his father, the shock in his heart had not yet subsided.
Only after seeing the two people come in did I reorganize my thoughts.
The Hatoyama family was besieged by so many ghosts for no reason . If you say it's a coincidence... Humph.
Hatoyama Yumemi snorted coldly.
How is that possible.
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North America.
Morning Aman New York.
The sunlight shines in through the windows.
The twin sisters were fast asleep.
The pajamas were lifted up over the belly.
Revealing two cute Winnie the Pooh cotton panties.
One pink and one light blue.
Their white arms were intertwined with each other.
Ding Dong.
The doorbell rang.
Fuuka Akechi groaned, yawned, and opened the hotel door with her bare feet.
Fang Zuo walked in.
Akechi Fuuka yawned again.
Looking at Fang Zuo with sleepy eyes.
In the room, Aoi Akechi also got up and walked out.
Both of them were in their suspender pajamas, looking dazed.
The elastic skin that only girls have is particularly delicate under the sun.
A light blue bust.
One was wearing a white bust.
Both of them have long black hair that falls on their smooth shoulders.
The bust size isn't too big though.
But it was also stuffed full.
The immature curves inside are soft and attractive.
The twin sisters were both asleep.
Some of them can't stand steadily.
Standing by the window yawning.
Everyone has two dark circles under their big eyes.
Fang Zuo looked at the two people's haggard appearance and said, "Why, are you used to the same bed? Didn't you sleep well here?"
Upon hearing this, Mingzhi Aoi blushed and said nothing.
Mingzhi Fenghua raised her thumbs up and said, "You are really amazing."
Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows: "I'm here to tell you that I'm going to attend the banquet today, and you stay in the hotel."
"Of course, if you want to go out and play, it's up to you. If you want to eat anything, just call the phone in your room and it will be charged to your room rate."
"I understand." Aoi Akechi replied weakly.
Fang Zuo nodded and was about to leave.
Suddenly my arms were hugged tightly.
“I want money.”
Support your chin with your hands.
A pair of eyes blinked and looked at Fang Zuo.
"I want to buy something," Akechi Fuka said coquettishly.
"Wait for us to come back." Fang Zuo glanced at the little guy and turned away.
"Hmph, stingy." Akechi Fuuka made a face at Fang Zuo's back.
He ran to the hotel phone, flipped through the drinks menu, raised his head and waved to Aoi Mingzhi: "Sister, come and see what we have to eat."
"We have lobster, oh, and Australian beef. Do you drink red wine?"
Aoi Mingzhi shook her head blankly.
I also looked through the drink menu.
She said timidly, "These are so expensive, isn't this a bad idea?"
"What are you afraid of? We're not the ones paying." Akechi Fuuka frowned, "Oh, forget it. No need to go through so much trouble choosing. Just order everything you want to eat."
After Fang Zuo went out, he followed Michaela Cohen into the hotel lobby.
The hotel, which was originally bustling with people, was emptied in an instant.
The only staff left was the lobby manager.
He huddled in a corner, wondering where this distinguished guest had come from.
The original hotel's marble floor is covered with a thick camel-hair red carpet.
Leading outside the hotel.
Six maids in Jewish ritual white dresses stood on either side.
"Your Highness." They all knelt down, "We are here to take you to the banquet."
Michaela Cohen said coldly: "Let's go."
Seeing several maids looking at Fang Zuo behind her in confusion.
"This is the bodyguard I hired temporarily." Michaela Cohen said coldly, "Who is coming to the banquet this time?"
The maid was very suspicious.
He just glanced at Fang Zuo.
An ordinary middle-aged man.
But there was no questioning of Michaela Cohen’s words.
After all, this noble priest often does some strange things.
She said: "On the US government side, there are some officials led by Vice President Vance and Secretary of State Marco Rubio, and on the business side, there is a younger generation of business leaders led by Elon Musk and Mark Zuckerberg."
“The specific list has not been given to us yet.”
"Since these people are here, I think other business and political figures in New York should also be here."
Michaela Cohen nodded: "I didn't expect that guy to invite so many important people." (End of this chapter)
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