Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

soon.

The Prime Minister's official residence hosted Demi Blackburn, the "God of Wealth."

Jewish financial groups are an entity that no country can refuse.

In the Prime Minister's office.

After hearing about the incident, Prime Minister Shigeru rubbed his temples.

The election for a new prime minister has begun.

So many things have happened even though he's about to step down.

I really don't want to talk to this Demi Belad.

However, he had just received a so-called political donation from BlackRock in his Swiss account.

After much deliberation, he pressed the direct call button.

"Have them come to the Prime Minister's residence."

Shortly after.

Kurumi Sakura, Masami Miura, and Sakuna Hojo were all present.

"Prime Minister, I've looked into this matter. Those troublemakers left as soon as the police arrived," said Kurumi Sakura, spreading her hands in a helpless manner.
"Moreover, there was no vandalism or injury. Japanese police officers have a lot of work to do; they can't just stand guard at the door like security guards."

“If we really do that, what will happen to all those cases and the people? Members of Congress will definitely question us in Parliament about whether we are involved in any bribery.”

"And what about you, Justice Masami Miura?" Shigeru Seba turned around and asked.

“Mr. Prime Minister,” Masami Miura adjusted his glasses, “the Ordinance for the Protection of Japanese Indigenous Culture was passed unanimously by members of the Diet. If I remember correctly, you also voted in favor.”

"Besides, there are precedents for these things. The American publisher of *The Journey of Bellbud* demanded that the female protagonist's 'resistance against authority' feminist elements be added." She glanced at Demi Belad beside her:
"It was this BlackRock consortium, which he controls, that requested it. Am I right?"

"And there's also [Yasuke: The Way of the Butterfly], which is about a black samurai from the Sengoku period. Are black people all that's left in Japan?"

"The spirit of the samurai sword has been simplified to fighting for freedom, with each samurai wielding an African single-bladed axe."

“But our movie is about to be released in theaters, is it right to conduct this last-minute check?” Demi Belad asked, frowning.

My anxiety increased dramatically.

“I have no obligation to explain this to you.” Masami Miura glanced at him, too lazy to bother with him, and looked back at Shigeru Seba: “If the Prime Minister issues an order, I can cancel this review, but…”
“If anyone in Parliament raises questions, I hope that you, Mr. Prime Minister, will personally step forward to answer their inquiries.”

Shiba Shigeru took a deep breath; he had recently been verbally abused by members of Congress.

I really don't want any more complications.

He rubbed his temples. "And you, what brings you here? Is there something you need, Investigator Hojo?"

“Your Excellency Prime Minister, I have received several whistleblower reports, some of which involve bribery cases related to this Demi Belad. I would like to ask her to come back and investigate.” Hojo Sakuna moved one corner of her women’s suit jacket back.

The handcuffs around his waist were exposed.

"What?" Shipo Shipo quickly stood up and slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"This is the Prime Minister's official residence, Investigator Hojo! You came here to arrest people without even informing me!"

Shiba Shigeru said loudly, realizing that his tone was a bit harsh.

He lowered his voice again: "You go back first, I'll have her come to your place later to cooperate with the investigation."

“Yes, Prime Minister.” Hojo Sakuna turned to look at Demi Belad’s pale face and greeted her with a smile: “Then I’ll be waiting for you, Demi Belad.”

“Excuse me, I’m interrupting you. The Prime Minister was talking about this,” said Kurumi Sakura. “I’ve also had a few cases of eye injuries.”

"The suspect claims to be acting on the behalf of Miss Demi Belad, but of course, I don't believe she would do such a thing."

"However, as is customary, you still need to come to the police station for questioning."

"You..." Shiba Shige hesitated, then sat down again with a sigh.

He's not stupid; how could he not know what's going on?

These guys are absolutely lawless!

But he was about to step down, while the officials in front of him would not.

Once I relinquish my power, who knows what these lawless women might do to me?

"Miss Demi," Shigeru coughed, "please cooperate and contact a lawyer as soon as possible."

"I will have the Sakura Kurumi Theater increase its police presence in light of the harassment of those movie theaters."

"As for film censorship, I will also ask the Cultural Affairs Committee to speed up the censorship process so that your films can be released as soon as possible."

Shigeru Seba looked at Masami Miura and asked, "Who's in charge of cultural content review this time?"

“It’s Prime Minister Nagihiro Shiraishi!” Masami Miura said with a smile.

hum! !

Demi Whitehead felt as if she'd been hit on the head with a sledgehammer.

She gripped her handbag tightly with her small hands.

I suddenly understood.

When the most prominent advertising space at the Osaka Expo was taken away, she initially thought it was just the action of a particular conglomerate.

When movie theaters are vandalized, people often assume it's just a security issue.

Now it seems that the other party was behind it all.

Now that the film needs to be reviewed by Nagi Shiraishi, the incident will likely have to wait until her daughter's film, Outrage 4, is finished showing.
Meanwhile, their own and their allies' cinemas have no blockbusters to show and are constantly being harassed by those involved.
They eventually discovered that the only movie they could play was Outrage 4.

Nobody would turn down money.

We can't just leave the movie theaters empty.

Demi Belad suddenly remembered the man. Was he the one who did all this?
Who is he?
A profound sense of powerlessness suddenly weighed on the Jewish woman.

With so much power suddenly directed at her, even a Jewish conglomerate that had been deeply rooted in Japan for so many years couldn't withstand it.

Fortunately, I arrived at the Japanese Prime Minister's official residence as soon as I got off the plane.

otherwise.

He's probably in an interrogation room now.

Demi Blackride walked out of the Prime Minister's residence with a somber expression.

My Rolls-Royce arrived.

Demi Belad quickly jumped into the car.

Close the car door.

“To the U.S. Embassy in Tokyo!” she shouted to the driver.

The driver in front glanced at the rearview mirror.

A red high heel lay there all alone on the ground.

It fell off when Miss Demi got on the bus.

In all the years he had driven Demi Belad, he had never seen her so flustered and disheveled.

"Miss, your high heels have fallen off."

"Stop talking nonsense, I want you to go to the embassy right now." Demi Blackride interrupted the driver loudly and said to the secretary in the passenger seat, "Have Blackride's legal team in Japan come to the embassy immediately."

“Tell them immediately, no, not just them, bring my entire Asian legal team over here.”

"Yes, Miss." The secretary and driver in the passenger seat exchanged a glance.

In the end what happened?
The young lady not only assembled the entire legal team.

They even had to hide at the US Embassy in Tokyo.

now.

Inside the Osaka Cultural Exchange Center building.

In the top-floor office.

Eight people sat around the sofa.

"Director Takeshi Kitano, I advise you not to waste your time. Bringing us here won't do you any good," said a middle-aged man in a navy blue suit standing nearby.
"Many theater chains had already signed contracts with Toho Co., Ltd. when they co-produced Tesla with North America."

"Otherwise, why do those terrible Western movies still get so many screenings in Japan?"

I can't help you with this.

Another man in a gray suit nodded in agreement: "Our Kadokawa Corporation is now even worse off than Toho. Most of our shares are now in the hands of Disney and Time Warner. It's practically a Jewish company now."

"Director Takeshi Kitano, to tell you the truth, not only will the theaters we control not give you a lot of screenings, but we were also notified long ago that your posters will not be displayed."

"We at Toei are the same, to be honest, Director Takeshi Kitano," the man in the white suit sitting at a distance sighed. "When we're making Kamen Rider, we're often pressured to incorporate various North American values."

"I think all of you directors have encountered these kinds of things."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the directors around Takeshi Kitano.

“Of course there are,” Miyazaki said with a sneer. “When I was making Princess Mononoke, I was repeatedly asked to add various white and black characters.”

"Finally, I had to mail them several samurai swords before they let me go."

Hayao Miyazaki sighed and patted his old friend on the shoulder:

"Kitano, although you escaped the script cuts, I don't think you can do anything about this theatrical boycott."

"Why not think of other ways? If Japan isn't an option, we can explore other markets, like advertising more in our neighbors' markets, since their markets are quite large."

Takeshi Kitano nodded and sighed.

I ran my fingers through my messy hair.

The middle part is noticeably bald.

I've exhausted all my connections and tried every possible method these past few days. Now I've managed to gather the presidents of Japan's largest film companies and several well-known director friends—it's practically the strongest lineup in the industry.

But they were still at a loss.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

Yui Oda walked in.

After bowing gracefully to the seniors, she walked to director Takeshi Kitano's side and asked, "Grandpa Takeshi Kitano, are you still worried about the theaters?"

Oda Yui smiled sweetly, her beautiful eyes narrowing into crescent moons: "Don't worry, if my older brother says he can handle it, he definitely can."

"Oh, you naive child," Takeshi Kitano sighed.

When Yui Oda spoke to him yesterday, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

But now.
I don't know how to tell Yui Oda the truth.

I have seen her hard work and dedication during this period.

They'll probably be very disappointed when they find out the truth.

"Young lady, you're overthinking things. Give up your dreams of becoming a star." A middle-aged man next to her sneered, "The presidents of the four major film companies are all here. They just finished discussing it. You have no hope at all."

"No, I don't believe Onii-chan." Oda Yui shrugged.

snort!
The presidents looked rather grim.

This nonchalant attitude was seen as a provocation by several film industry moguls.

"It's good to be young," Takeshi Kitano said, trying to smooth things over.

At this time.

Various mobile phone notification sounds rang out.

The presidents of the four major film companies and the famous Japanese directors present couldn't help but pick up their phones.

Qi Qi looked at the message.

Then their expressions froze.

They all stared at Oda Yui, the still smiling young girl, with shocked expressions!
This is?

They looked at their phones again to make sure they weren't seeing things.

On their phones.

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On the phone screen.

A large, eye-catching red title.

[Shocking!! Incredibly exciting!! A feat unprecedented in history!]

[Nationwide cinema chains mobilized, guaranteeing 100% screen time!!]

[Frenzy~~~A cinematic phenomenon of the century!!]

Outrage 4

Starring: Yui Oda

Are we finished? No, our lives are just beginning!

at the same time.

The entire Japanese population also received this message.

The whole country is in an uproar.

Streets and alleys.

One name is on everyone's lips in Japan.

Yui Oda!!
now.

Nagi Shiraishi is in a meeting.

Watch this message.

They remained motionless, staring blankly.

Despite the fact that the surrounding area was filled with members of parliament and important figures from the Mitsubishi and Mitsui zaibatsu.

Ignoring the stares of these people, tears welled up in her eyes.

This is the pride of being a mother!
Nagi Shiraishi walked out of the conference room and connected to Fang Zuo's video call.

"Why are you crying?" Fang Zuo asked curiously.

"I don't know. I have mixed feelings. I feel proud to be a mother and happy to be your woman. Anyway, I want to tell you that I love you!"

"Got it!" Fang Zuo waved in the video.

Shiraishi Nagi wiped the tears from her face.

Back in the conference room.

"I'm sorry everyone, my daughter got a very good grade."

"As a mother, I am so happy for her!!"

"Now it's my turn to fight as a mother!!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the battle for the prime ministership has begun."

"I, Shiraishi Nagihiko, am counting on you all!!"

Nagi Shiraishi bowed deeply!

And this moment.

Fang Zuo hung up the phone.

Gently pull out the watermelon knife.

He looked at it for a moment and then put it back.

I really miss the days when I was in the gangsters.

My own carefree and reckless era.

They cursed wildly and chopped with gusto.

Fine wine, fresh blood!

Release, woman!
There's only one question.

After becoming the person in charge of Hong Kong Island, where did he go?
I couldn't remember anything at all.

There are only fragments.

It's really fun.

Who exactly erased this memory of mine?
do not care.

it has started.

He took a step into the void.

He held the watermelon knife in his backhand.

Auspicious clouds churn beneath our feet.

The Asura runes shone brightly.

Traveling through the void.

We arrived at the incense-burning walls of the Japanese sacred land.

Hold the knife handle.

He could feel it in that familiar watermelon knife.

A tremendous negative force swept in.

The prayers, wishes, and curses of millions of believers
Endless willpower.

Endless selfishness.

Every sound is an expression of unfulfilled greed, anger, and ignorance.

Countless mouths cried out at the same time.

"I want…"

I beg.

"I think.""

Fang Zuo used to absorb a little bit of incense that didn't belong to his own faith, but he couldn't stand those negative obsessions.

And inside this watermelon knife.

Yet it possesses a black tsunami formed by an insatiable obsession.

Yet, he was bound by this very knife.

And it transformed this negative force into a blade.

Fang Zuo raised the watermelon knife and casually chopped it down.

Incense offerings as a barrier.

Divided into two. (End of Chapter)