Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 304: Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Prime Minister Team

Fang Zuo understood this feeling. People who were in extreme mental pain usually needed another kind of strong physical stimulation to numb themselves.

Just like those people who abuse themselves.

Cutting himself with knife after knife.

Yuuna Hashimoto was wearing a fluffy white sweater at the moment.

He has an extremely cute little face and doesn't look like a navy admiral at all.

Her tight-fitting jeans had been torn to pieces because they were a hindrance to running.

Now it's like a pair of denim shorts, stuck at the hips.

This naval admiral is only 1 meters tall, but his legs are 66 cm long, which means that almost two-thirds of this delicate figure is legs.

Two beautiful legs like white jade stood straight, shining in the moonlight.

The skin is delicate and translucent, and the long, straight, smooth and round thighs are tightly pressed together, and the narrow fabric of the white underwear can be seen at the base of the thighs.

Under the man's gaze.

Hashimoto Yuuna's fair and delicate face suddenly realized what she was saying.

A blush appeared on her face.

One of her beautiful snow-white legs was raised with a beautiful dance move, her white thigh stood straight up, and her two white jade-like thighs were crossed and separated.

The little piece of cloth couldn't cover it at all.

One beautiful leg is standing alone, and the other leg is resting on the man's shoulder.

Her face was close to the man, and her red lips exhaled as sweet as orchid.

"You dare?"

But the next second, a big hand firmly grasped her small buttocks.

Bringing her towards the man.

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In a high-end residential house in Shibuya, Tokyo.

Abe Nosuke was sitting on the sofa in a long dress.

Looking at Masami Miura brewing coffee for her.

She looked at the beautiful female judge who had become very famous recently with her sharp eyes.

From bringing forward a decades-old wrongful case to overturn the verdict, to exposing her own murderous brother for the sake of justice, these two things made her fame soar.

For a time he became the first justice of the Supreme Court.

When Abe Nojaku looked at the luxurious interior decoration style of the house and Miura Masami's clothes, he knew that this beautiful woman was not a judicial fanatic.

Her desires and ambitions far outweigh her belief in the law.

Although this beautiful woman was wearing a court uniform and a court emblem.

He hadn't had time to change out of his Chief Justice's attire.

But when she bent her body, her plump buttocks made her uniform pants bulge out.

These uniform pants have obviously been altered.

The pants were tightened at the waist and midsection, clinging tightly to her beautiful legs.

So much so that when you bend over, you can clearly see the pattern of the thong.

It is the latest Victoria's Secret.

Six laces, three on each side tied at the hips.

The scarce fabric is made of lace and embroidery.

I heard that this beautiful woman has never had a man.
Haha, it seems to be hidden quite deeply.

This is good, it is easier to negotiate with a woman who has desires and ambitions.

Rather than that wooden judicial defender.

Masami Miura twisted her waist, picked up a cup of brewed coffee and placed it in front of Abe Noja.

"I'm so sorry, Congressman Abe. I just moved into this room and didn't prepare any good coffee to greet guests." Miura Masami said apologetically, sitting on the other side of the sofa. "Please forgive me."

While Abe Nojaku was looking at her, she also looked at Abe Nojaku from time to time.

Masami Miura is certainly aware of her strength in politics and the influence of the Abe family alliance.

So she never imagined that the popular candidate for the next prime minister would suddenly come to visit her in person.

Come here.

"You're welcome, Justice Miura." Abe Noja was wearing a red long dress.

The plump buttocks and wide hips deformed the tight long skirt.

"I didn't come here just to drink the Chief Justice's coffee. I don't like procrastination, so I'll be frank." Abe Nosuke took a sip and put his coffee down. "The recent case involving a member of parliament's political corruption scandal has been appealed to the Supreme Court. I heard that Chief Justice Miura is taking over, right?"

"Congressman Abe is incredibly well-informed. Yes, I took over this case." Miura Masami nodded and said, "The files are already with me."

"I hope Justice Masayoshi Miura will consider the current political environment. Sixty-five lawmakers are involved in the black money case. If all of them are convicted, it will be a huge blow to the country and the international community," said Abe Nosuke.

"Is this the reason Congressman Abe came to me?" Miura Masami frowned. "I've reviewed the court's preliminary ruling and the evidence of the black money, and it doesn't seem like there's much room for reversal."

"Yes." Abe Nosuke took out a file and placed it on the table. "All 25 members of our party were killed because a few committees miscalculated the ticket vouchers for a political fundraising banquet."

"We've already paid off the so-called black money. Here's the detailed accounting report. As for the other council members, I'm not sure."

"I'm sorry, this seems a bit difficult for me, Congressman Abe." Miura Masami didn't take the document bag and shook her head. "Once this precedent is set, members of parliament from other parties will be affected."

"I don't know about them, but our Abe family and the allied families will be very grateful to Justice Miura. If you need us in the future, just let us know." Abe Noja leaned back and said with a smile:

"Besides, I don't need Justice Miura to rule not guilty. I just need you to send it back for a retrial. I will naturally have a way with the prosecutor's office after that."

"It's just a piece of cake for you, and it won't cause any controversy. It's too simple, isn't it?"

"Congressman Abe asked me to think about it." Masami Miura picked up the coffee and drank it sip by sip, neither agreeing nor refusing.

"Of course, Justice Miura, please take your time to consider this." Abe Noja stood up and said, "Then I'll be leaving first."

"I'll see Congressman Abe off." Masami Miura also stood up.

After seeing off Abe Nojaku, a satisfied smile appeared on Miura Masami's face.

Even Abe Nosuke had to ask for help from him.

It can be predicted that once the remaining parliamentarians hear the news, the forces behind them will come to find him.

As Abe Nojaku said, why not do something that goes with the flow?

downstairs.

Abe Nojaku sat in the car, rolled down the window, said goodbye to Miura Masami with a smile, and slowly closed her eyes.

A smile appeared on his lips.

Now that you are considering it, then it is done.

Unspoken to each other.

It's a pleasure to talk about these things with a woman who has desires and ambitions.

Don't worry about anything else.

The factor that determines whether a deal is done is nothing more than the amount of profit.

Now there was only one other thing left.

After his sister-in-law went to Shibo Mao without his permission and went to Washington as a widow.

Warmly received by the newly elected President Trump.

For a while.

The family began to make moves.

Various ambitions arose.

Either they want to be elected as a member of parliament, or they are trying to gain political capital everywhere.

Now the whole family is in chaos.

"Please help me make a video call to that old guy." An Bei Nai Que said in the back row.

"Okay, I'll call Shiba Shige right away." Asai Kinnosuke, who was sitting in the passenger seat, responded.

The only person whom Abe calls an old man is the current interim Prime Minister Shigeki Shiba.

The video call was connected quickly.

"Congressman Abe, good evening. It's been a while since you called me. Is there anything wrong?" Prime Minister Shigeki looked a little tired during the video call and lay down in a chair.

His already short and fat figure looked even more wretched when curled up in the chair.

"What's wrong? Your Excellency the Prime Minister doesn't look very energetic." Abe Nosuke said with a smile: "Isn't that chair uncomfortable to sit on?"

"It's certainly not a good place to sit. We've been dealing with each other in Congress for so long, so please stop teasing me, Congressman Abe," said Prime Minister Shigeki. "You must have something to ask me, so just say it directly."

"Our Prime Minister, are you worried that the new president in Washington doesn't want to see you?" Abe Nosuke said casually, looking at his freshly done manicure.

"Haha, Congressman Abe, what are you talking about? We only submit requests for meetings when there's nothing wrong." Prime Minister Shibamo laughed and denied it, saying, "We're just waiting for a response."

"Don't hold on, Prime Minister. Our cabinet's level of confidentiality isn't as good as you think." Abe Nojaku interrupted Prime Minister Shiba Shigeru's next words and said, "I know you've been rejected three times. Don't deny it, Prime Minister."

"Even if you sacrifice my sister-in-law and want to use my brother's political legacy, what does it matter? I still won't see you."

"What do you want to say? Congressman Abe, just say it directly. Let's not beat around the bush." ​​Prime Minister Shigeki pulled his tie and loosened his shirt collar in annoyance.

"Then I'll be frank. I have a way to get Washington to meet you. The condition is very simple. Remove all my sister-in-law's positions and knock her back from the political arena." Abe Nosuke said coldly.

"But I have already promised her to help her enter Congress and become a member of parliament." Shiba Mao said in a deep voice.

"That's your business. I'm just making a deal with you." Abe Nosuke said calmly, "A prime minister who hasn't been recognized by Washington, no matter how many ideas you have, are redundant."

"A Japanese Prime Minister who doesn't have America's approval. Haha. What can you do with all this time? Wait? You don't even have a glimmer of hope."

Shiba Mao paced back and forth, looking at Abe Nojaku: "Are you sure your method will work?"

"Of course I can't guarantee it, but you can try and see if it works." Abe Nojaku said with a smile. "You tell me." Shibamo nodded.

"It's very simple. Have your Foreign Minister draft a request and send a meeting to our next-door neighbor," Abe Nosuke said. "Now, you should know what to do."

"Requesting a meeting with the neighbor next door," Shiba Mao frowned. "If this gets out, won't that offend Washington even more? Wait."

"Right, right, right. Why didn't I think of that?" Shiba Mao's eyes widened, he stood up and gave a thumbs-up. "As expected of a woman from the Anbei political family. This improvised cabinet of ours can't compare to her."

"Once this signal is sent, Washington will undoubtedly signal a meeting, fearing we may side with them."

Suddenly he stopped and asked, "What if our neighbors don't accept my request to meet? Wouldn't that be self-defeating? It would be an international disgrace."

Abe Nojaku sneered in his heart, hasn't he lost enough yet?

There is no expression on his face.

"Prime Minister, don't you know to send the Foreign Minister to test the waters first?" Abe scoffed. "If they don't have any such intentions, you can just use a third-party newspaper to announce that you will be meeting with your neighbor."

"When a foreign minister visits a foreign country, no matter how much the other side dislikes you, you can rest assured that they will receive you."

"If the talks go well and the other party is willing, you can immediately issue a notice to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that you will hold talks with them."

"Okay, let's do it!" Shiba Mao clapped his hands and said, "Don't worry, Congressman Abe, I will get your sister-in-law back right away."

"I will withdraw all the promises I made to her, so you can rest assured."

"Then I'll leave it to the Prime Minister." After hanging up the video, Abe Nojaku sneered.

What a stupid guy!!
I don't know how he can hold on to the position of Prime Minister while juggling between two superpowers.

And there are those guys in the family who are ready to make moves.

This act of killing the chicken to scare the monkey is hoped to make them restrain their petty actions.
Otherwise, I don't mind burying a few people
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at the same time.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was packing up in his office and preparing to go back.

Mei Shiraishi sat outside in the hall, yawning like a scoundrel.

"Excuse me, is Councillor Shiraishi here?" A short, middle-aged man with a square face walked in and knocked on the office door.

"Councilor Takeda Ryosuke?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked up and saw the newcomer, her delicate face froze for a moment. "Why are you here? Please take a seat. Mei Shiraishi, pour me some tea."

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Shiraishi, to bother you so late, but for Japan, I have no choice but to do this," said Takeda Ryosuke with a deep bow.

For Japan?

This topic is a bit too big.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu quickly invited Takeda Ryosuke to sit down.

This non-partisan parliamentary representative was born into an ordinary civilian family in Kansai.

He has always worked diligently in Congress and never does anything that attracts attention.

"Let me get straight to the point, Councillor Shiraishi. I'm here to discuss my proposal to regulate political donations to councillors," Takeda Ryosuke said gravely. "I've also seen this in Congress over the years."

"Since the establishment of Parliament, MPs have used various forums to raise political donations, making the entire Parliament a mess."

“In the past, donations were made directly into a fixed account, which made it easier to check.”

"Over the years, various methods of circumventing the reporting of political donations have emerged one after another."

"Members of parliament are using various methods to sell tickets, whether it's selling tickets at gatherings or inviting celebrities to perform and sell tickets. Now they're even selling tickets for package tours."

"These actions are nothing more than using various means to disperse the income and expenditure of accounts and books, making it easier for accountants to falsify accounts and avoid inspection."

"Even worse, some people use various digital payments to circumvent reporting political donations."

"Some people use foreign identities or overseas accounts to hide political donations."

"Congressman Takeda, I understand what you're saying," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said. "I've also reviewed the reform proposal you submitted, but I think the bill you proposed will most likely not pass."

"After all, this concerns the interests of all members of Congress, and many members have made a fortune from these political donations."

"Yes. That's why I came to see Councillor Shiraishi." Takeda Ryosuke stood up and bowed deeply to Shiraishi Nagimitsu. "Because I believe Councillor Shiraishi wouldn't do that. Based on Councillor Shiraishi's past actions, I'm sure you'll support me in passing this political donations bill."

Shiraishi Nagi frowned her beautiful brows.

This matter is not as simple as just agreeing casually.

Once you nod, you are putting yourself in opposition to all the parliamentarians.

Cutting off someone's source of wealth is like killing their parents. This is an eternal truth.

No matter how popular you are, once you agree to this, you will be hated by almost all the parliamentarians.

"I believe that Councillor Takeda is not the only one looking for me, right?" said Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"Yes, I approached Senator Abe and other members of parliament, but they all refused," Takeda said bitterly. "These people only care about their own interests and have no idea what they can do for these countries."

Takeda Ryosuke looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowning and thinking silently, and a light flashed in his mind.

As expected, I guessed correctly. Congressman Shiraishi still has the people and the country in his heart, just like me.

Otherwise it will be rejected immediately.

"Congressman Shiraishi, I know this is difficult for you. I also know that you will be running for prime minister soon. Doing this will put you at odds with many congressmen," Takeda Ryosuke said sincerely.

"But if you can agree to this, I promise you this on behalf of the people in Kansai who support me and myself."

"If you run for prime minister, we will be your strong supporters, believe me."

Takeda Ryosuke bowed deeply.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu paced back and forth.

The rhythm of the clattering sound of high heels is just like the uneasiness in Takeda Ryosuke's heart.

If Congressman Shiraishi also refuses, then his proposal will have no hope.

As time passed, Takeda Ryosuke became more and more desperate.

He knew that the longer the other party took to consider, the more they took into consideration.

The greater the likelihood of rejection.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu finally turned around under Takeda Ryosuke's desperate gaze.

"I refuse," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said, shaking his head.

"As expected. I understand, Councillor Shiraishi." Takeda Ryosuke sighed. "I shouldn't have had such expectations. Sorry to bother you, Councillor Shiraishi."

Takeda Ryosuke stood up dejectedly and turned to leave.

"But I have a way to get your proposal passed," Shiraishi Nagiko said lightly.
Takeda Ryosuke turned his head sharply.

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Inside a luxurious club in Tokyo.

Mikami Yuya sat on the sofa without getting up, looking at Demi Blackrock in front of her and smiling slightly. "What a rare guest, Miss Demi Blackrock. I don't think I sent out an invitation this time, so why did you come here on your own?"

"Stop being pretentious, Ms. Yua Mikami. Do you know why I'm here?" Demi Blackrock sat down opposite Yua Mikami.

The two beauties each wore a small dress from a different luxury brand, one pink and the other black.

They stared at each other like fighting cocks, neither wanting to give in.

Reilly next to her looked around, trying to find Nagano Rei.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about." Mikami Yuya spread his hands and said, "I don't even have coffee here. If you don't like tea, I won't pour it for you."

"You are provoking our entire Jewish consortium. Ms. Mikami Yuya, will your Mikami family take responsibility for this?" Demi Blackrock said coldly.
"The drone orders you snatched were from the US military. Not only are you going against the entire Jewish financial system, you're also challenging America's largest military-industrial complex."

"Those are orders from DJI, from our neighbor next door." Yua Mikami said with a smile, "Ms. Demi, the U.S. Congress has passed a sanctions bill issued by your president, prohibiting the import of any DJI products. You are breaking the law."

"Ms. Demi Blackrock, if this matter gets out, I believe you'll be in no less trouble than I am."

"Those angry citizens and opposition MPs will tear you apart in Parliament."

"Just tell me directly what you want in exchange for returning these orders to me." Demi Blackrock took a deep breath.

It’s better not to make a big deal about this kind of thing.

The most important thing is to replace the outer shells of these DJI aircraft on time, polish off the LOGO and then hand it over to the military.

"It's very simple, give me the shares of Sumitomo Group." Yua Mikami said with a smile.

"Are you kidding?" Demi Blackrock sneered. "Do you know how much the Sumitomo Group's shares would be worth if converted into wealth?"

"You mentioned converting it into wealth." Yua Mikami stood up. "After all, it's just equity, not stock, my Miss Demi Blackrock, but these DJI orders are real wealth."

"I think, with your intelligence, it's easy to calculate. Given the intensity of the battlefields in Ukraine and Israel, these aircraft are likely more than just the first batch."

“It’s a constant business, isn’t it?”

"Compared to that, what can you do with Sumitomo's shares? It will only make me lose some of my capital power."

"That's enough," Demi Blackrock nodded readily. "I promise."

When she came here, she had already decided that handing over the shares of Sumitomo Group was her bottom line.

As Yuya Mikami said, Sumitomo's shares only represent half of the power of the Sumitomo Group.

If it weren't for suppressing the Mikami family, there would be no use in getting these shares.

Since both of them are smart people, there is no need for excessive bargaining.

"That's right." Mikami stood up gracefully and happily, finally securing all the shares of the Sumitomo Group.

He holds shares in two of the top six conglomerates in Japan.

Although this wealth does not belong to him, it gives him immense power.

There are so many things I can do.

By pooling the capital of the two consortiums to establish Sumitomo Mitsui Bank and pooling all foreign exchange, they could turn the global overseas markets upside down.

Yua Mikami and Demi Blackrock held hands together.

Competing secretly.

The battle between Jewish and Japanese conglomerates is not over yet.

"There's another woman. I want to challenge her to a duel." Reilly stood up and said, "I don't accept it!!"

(End of this chapter)