Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

"Yes, Your Majesty," the maid hesitated for a moment and said softly, "There are rumors that Daven Warburg will become the patriarch of the Warburg family."

"So this time he held a banquet on behalf of the Warburg family, and all the upper class people from North America came to see the Warburg family."

The maid paused, then continued, "Even many Jews call him the 'Jewish Prince'!"

"Jewish prince." Michaela Cohen showed a sarcastic look at the corner of her mouth.

Assisted by her maid, she put on a bracelet symbolizing a Jewish priest: "I've heard that the Warburg family is known as the Jewish royal family, and now a prince has appeared."

Michaela Cohen said sarcastically: "If you are so ambitious, why don't you establish a Jewish state?"

After putting on the bracelet, Michaela Cohen looked at Fang Zuo with her beautiful eyes.

Full of tenderness and sweetness.

I was afraid that Fang Zuo didn’t understand what I meant.

He explained in a low voice, "The Warburg family is the chief architect of the Federal Reserve. This family accumulated a huge fortune by financing major wars such as the Franco-Prussian War and the World Wars."

“Now it is also one of the major Jewish families in the Federal Reserve, and its banks are spread all over the world.”

"I don't care who he is. I just want to find out some information about northern New York." Fang Zuo said.

"Don't worry, those coming this time are all dignitaries from North America. I will help you find out if there are any suspicious facilities in northern New York." Michaela Cohen nodded.

I wish I could stay in this man's arms and never leave.

If she hadn't been for a few maids watching, she would have already taken her man's arm.

But even so.

The maids were also a little surprised by the other party's attitude.

But no matter what.

Nor would one associate the priest with this ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

Fang Zuo followed Michaela Cohen out of the hotel.

A customized pink Rolls-Royce was parked at the door.

In order to avoid unnecessary complications, Fang Zuo sat in the passenger seat.

soon.

The convoy drove to a luxurious manor.

"parking!!"

Several security guards wearing tactical vests stopped Michaela Cohen's convoy.

After a maid in the first car handed over the card.

The security guards quickly let us in.

Then we went through several security lines.

A handsome man with blond hair stood in front of the gate of the manor.

It was the initiator of this banquet.

Daven Warburg.

He smiled as he waited for the arrival of Michaela Cohen's motorcade.

Straighten your back.

The etiquette of standing posture is impeccable.

After the convoy stopped.

He hurried to stand in front of the rear door of Michaela Cohen's pink Rolls-Royce.

A gentleman's bow.

Offer Michaela Cohen a hand.

But what surprised him was.

The car door I was waiting for didn't open.

Instead, the rear door on the passenger side opened.

Michaela Cohen jumped down holding Fang Zuo's arm.

This made the handsome blond man stunned.

After slightly suppressing his smile, he immediately restored his expression.

It was as if nothing had happened.

He walked around the front of the car and glanced at Fang Zuo first.

Then he performed the Jewish salute again towards Michaela Cohen.

"Your Excellency, Priest Michael Abraham Cohen, we are finally here." Davin Warburg was meticulous in his ancient Jewish etiquette, having obviously received rigorous training:

"The last time I visited Your Majesty in Los Angeles, I heard that you were out relaxing.
"It is an honor for the Warburg family and a great honor for me to know that Your Majesty is attending this banquet here. On behalf of the Warburg family, I sincerely welcome you."

"The Lord is with the Warburg family." Michaela Cohen nodded without changing her expression. "I've heard a lot about Davin Warburg in North America."

"A Jewish prince, huh?"

“Just a while ago, I heard someone mention…”

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry to make you laugh." Daven Warburg waved his hands awkwardly. "This is obviously a frame-up by someone who has a bad relationship with the Warburg family."

"The Warburgs will always be loyal servants of our Lord"

"Okay, let's go in." Michaela Cohen didn't respond and walked in first.

Fang Zuo followed closely behind her.

"Who is this?" Daven Warburg frowned and looked at Fang Zuo.

As early as several security checkpoints ahead, someone had reported that Michaela Cohen was accompanied by this strange middle-aged man.

He didn't care much at that time.

Now it seems that Michaela Cohen trusts him very much.

"This is my guard." Michaela Cohen turned around with a cold expression: "What? Are you questioning me?"

"Of course not. Your Majesty, you're joking." Daven Warburg quickly waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's just that the guests attending the banquet this time are all North American politicians and business tycoons, so security is a bit tighter."

"As the host of the banquet, of course I have to ask for your identity. Your Majesty, please don't be offended."

"He's from the Temple, a Temple Guard." Michaela Cohen said calmly, "Why, do you want to give him a try?"

Jewish Temple?

Daven Warburg was stunned, and the slight doubt in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Only guards sent by the Temple could get so close to Michaela Cohen.

Everything is taken for granted.

"Your Majesty, please come in!" Daven Warburg said with his head down.

Michaela Cohen snorted coldly and walked in with Fang Zuo.

Davin Warburg slowly raised his head and looked at the other party who didn't take him seriously at all.

There was a look of slight annoyance in his eyes.

It flashed by.

What era is it?

The priests of this religion are still so arrogant.

If only those old guys hadn't remained loyal to their Jewish beliefs.

If it weren't for His Majesty who could communicate with the Jewish Temple.

snort.
Daven Wahlberg gazes at Michaela Cohen's graceful back.

My heart was burning with joy.

This noble bloodline is just right for me.

The identity of a Jewish prince.

Fang Zuo followed Michaela Cohen into the red carpet.

He glanced briefly around the hall.

Crystal chandeliers cast golden beams onto the marble floor.

Guests in suits and gowns were chatting in groups of three or four.

"Soros, I heard that the $600 billion you were planning to short India was seized by the Indian government?" A silver-haired old man laughed.

"Hmph, those maggots in the toilet don't follow the rules at all. I've never seen a country so shameless." An old man slammed his wine glass on the table.
"I will definitely find a way to make them look bad. Just wait and see, Buffett."

"You're here to lobby Vice President Vance today, right? But even if the Washington government steps in on your behalf, I'm afraid those damned cesspools of the Earth won't spit out your money." Buffett shook his head.

"Over the years, companies from many countries have lost every penny of their earnings in India to fines under various pretexts."

"Not to mention your short-selling funds."

Fang Zuo and Michaela Cohen listened to these wealthy people chatting in groups of three or four.

"In addition to those giant chaebols and families, there are quite a few independent wealthy people here." Michaela Cohen whispered in Fang Zuo's ear.

She knew her man barely knew these guys.

In his eyes, they are all like ants:
"Although they are all publicly ranked among the richest people in the world, they are still not enough in front of Jewish families, Ansar consortiums, and even Japanese chaebols."

Fang Zuo glanced at these guys.

Sure enough, most of the yang fires on the top of the head and shoulders were extremely strong.

They are all guys with a little luck.

Michaela Cohen continued in Fang Zuo's ear:

"They came here at Davin Warburg's invitation because he held a banquet to support President Trump's global infrastructure plan."

"They come here to see if there's a piece of the pie to be had."

“Also, this is a good opportunity to approach and lobby government officials.”

at this time.

Daven Wahlberg took the stage.

He straightened his bow tie.

A cheerful face.

He took the microphone and said: "Dear gentlemen and ladies, first of all, as a Jew, I would like to thank you for your support for the anti-Semitic bill. Those who come here are friends of Jews all over the world."

"The guests at this banquet are all entrepreneurs who have stood at the top of the business world in recent decades."

"The combined wealth of everyone is enough to shake some countries."

"Dear distinguished guests, you also represent the emerging wealth of this planet."

"So, I named this banquet the 'New Order' Dinner."

There was warm applause from the audience.

"Everyone, thank you again for coming to the New Order hosted by the Warburg family." Daven Warburg said with a smile:

"Now I am very honored to invite Vice President Vance to give a speech at our New Order Dinner."

Not far away.

Vice President Vance walked onto the stage wearing a navy blue suit.

The front pocket of the suit is inlaid with the Trump badge in 24K gold foil.

He said in a contemptuous tone, "Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, we are only talking about business, not politics... Of course, business itself is politics."

There was a sudden applause from the audience.

at this time.

Michaela Cohen brought him to a middle-aged man with a red wine glass. "Mr. Huo Chu, long time no see." Michaela Cohen raised the wine glass and nodded slightly.

"Your Excellency Michaela Cohen, it's an honor to meet you." The middle-aged man quickly raised his glass and clinked it lightly. "Your beauty makes all the women here pale in comparison. Not everyone is lucky enough to meet you."

"Mr. Huo Chu, you're joking. I have a question for you." Michaela Cohen said as she took a sip of red wine.

"Your Excellency Michaela Cohen, please speak." The middle-aged man glanced around with a little pride.

Many eyes were focused here.

It was obvious that the men around were envious of being able to talk to this noble Jewish priestess.

Not only beauty.

More because of her status.

"I just arrived in New York and want to see something unusual," Michaela Cohen said. "As the governor of New York State, Mr. Hochu should be able to give me some good advice."

"Oh, by the way, let's start from the north. I can go all the way from north to south."

"But it should be a little surprising, the more surprising the better."

"Then I know it very well, Your Majesty. I have been in New York for more than ten years." Huo Chu said with a smile:

"You absolutely have to visit the PepsiCo Sculpture Park in North New York, which features sculptures by world-renowned masters. Also, there's the Storm King Art Center."

"I think Mr. Huo Chu has misunderstood." Michaela Cohen interrupted the other party and said:

"I need something a little more surprising, and I've been to all these famous places that no one knows about."

"Ah, this." The New York State Governor, Huo Chu, smiled slightly awkwardly:
"That's a little hard for me, but I know someone who understands this."

"I'll introduce someone to Your Majesty. He should know a lot about places like this."

talking.

Huo Chu waved to the crowd.

Soon a middle-aged man came jogging over.

He bent over, licked his face and smiled: "Your Majesty, Governor, it is an honor to talk to you two here."

"Eric Adams." Huo Chu frowned. "Stop talking nonsense, my Lord. His Majesty wants to ask you what amazing places there are in upstate New York. Do you know anything?"

"Surprising place?" Eric Adams was stunned.

"As the mayor of New York City, you're not just corrupt, are you? The latest statistics on your approval rating are out, and it's only a disgraceful 6%." Huo Chu shook his head.
"Give Your Majesty a detailed introduction to upstate New York. Sometimes you have to seize opportunities on your own."

"Of course, of course. Thank you both for thinking highly of me." Eric Adams took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Upstate New York is pretty desolate, and there's really not much worth visiting."

“There are only sculpture parks.”

"Surprise!!! Note the word surprise." Huo Chu shook his head and interrupted Eric Adams: "Your Majesty, this is what you want to be surprised about."

"Who wouldn't know about the attractions you mentioned? You idiot!!"

"Yes, yes. Your Majesty, let me think about it carefully." Eric Adams wiped his head vigorously, an embarrassed look on his face.
"There are only so many cultural attractions in upstate New York, and a lot of the natural scenery is polluted, so it's not very suitable for tourism."

"Polluted?" Fang Zuo decisively grasped the key word.

He said calmly: "Where is it polluted and why is it polluted?"

Eric Adams looked at Fang Zuo blankly.

It seemed that I just realized that there was a fourth person in this corner.

He tentatively turned his inquiring gaze towards Michaela Cohen.

"He is my bodyguard, and he asks what I want to ask." Michaela Cohen nodded.

"Um, this, this..." The mayor of New York City was speechless for a moment, as if he wanted to save face for what he had just said.

Just at this time.

There was a loud noise outside.

then.

There was a loud bang.

It interrupted all conversation among the guests in the room.

A group of people suddenly rushed in, breaking open the door.

Holding hands.

Lying straight on the ground.

Everyone looked at the strange movements of these uninvited guests in surprise.

A group of security personnel immediately followed in from the gate.

"I'm sorry, my Lords."

The security personnel quickly leaned over and tried to carry these guys out.

But this group of weird guys had already handcuffed the feet of all their own people together.

Then they all took off their coats.

Men and women showed their naked bodies.

Their bodies of various skin colors were spray-painted with large red words.

"Say no to pollution, say no to eating meat, give us back our planet!!"

"Completely bury the Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant!!"

"The entire New York City will be contaminated by nuclear radiation!!"

Then the group of guys shouted slogans together.

I saw security personnel rushing over to move them away.

The group held on to the pillar tightly.

"What's going on? Who are they?" Daven Warburg shouted angrily at the crowd that broke in.

“We are New York’s environmentalists.”

"Don't touch us!!"

Several others pulled out rainbow-colored underwear and waved them over their heads.

All the wealthy people present now felt a headache.

Finally I know who these guys are.

Anyone who has run a business in North America knows these organizations.

From an anthill to a bird's nest.

They can protest until their own companies shut down production and operations.

The loss was tens of millions of dollars.

And when they demonstrate, they are not even afraid of being beaten or dying.

Some even directly crawled under the car.

Those who were originally trying to intimidate them were so frightened that they never dared to come near again.

In short, this environmental protection organization has made these wealthy people suffer.

But he is an environmentalist, a black person, and a rainbow person.

These BUFFs are added layer by layer.

It is simply an invincible existence.

I dare not provoke him openly.

There is nothing we can do about them secretly.

After all, up to now, we still can’t find out who is behind the scenes.

"How did they get in?" Daven Warburg roared loudly, "Damn it, you actually let a group of guys like that sneak into my manor."

"Are you all blind? Did you buy all that surveillance equipment for nothing?"

Davin Warburg's face flushed with anger.

My wonderful party was ruined by these guys.

"Sir, we don't know either. Not even the surveillance equipment captured how they got here."

Fang Zuo stared at the group of guys expressionlessly.

People here can't tell.

But that doesn't mean he can't see it.

These guys have a faint teleportation spiritual power.

Obviously someone is helping them behind the scenes.

Plus they look normal though.

But his eyes were dull and his seven souls were dim.

Even one of the three souls is missing.

Obviously being controlled by someone.

Moreover, this control method is very familiar.

Even if it is not a Taoist technique, it is not far off.

"What is the Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant they are talking about?" Fang Zuo turned his head and asked.

"Um..." Beads of sweat appeared on Eric Adams' head.

He kept wiping and wiping.

"Eric Adams, you damn guy, you better tell me quickly." New York Governor Ho Chu next to him also felt that something was wrong.

He shouted loudly: "You have attracted all these guys here, and you still want to hide it?"

"Alas~~The Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant is the contaminated place I just mentioned." Eric Adams sighed grimly.

“It also happens to be in upstate New York.”

"In 2015, a transformer exploded near the No. 3 reactor, triggering an emergency shutdown. Later, due to the risk of nuclear material leakage, the reactor was shut down directly."

"It seems... it seems like there is really nuclear radiation around here recently."

"You bastard, why didn't you report it to the state government?" Huo Chu was furious after hearing this, and reached out to grab Eric Adams' collar tightly.

I wish I could strangle him to death.

If this guy had reported it earlier, he could have led the team to cover it up.

Now even these damn environmentalists know about it.

How can I hide it?

I believe the media will know soon.

This damn mayor of New York has brought disaster to himself as the governor.

Fang Zuo ignored their worries.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant.

It also happens to be in upstate New York.

Everything is so coincidental, which means it must be there.

And there are these guys whose souls are controlled by magic.

This kind of magic.

Who is this expert? (End of this chapter)