Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 78 Fatal Trap (Please read! Please vote!)

The female assistant seemed in disbelief.

He rubbed his eyes again, then quickly pointed in the direction and shouted.

After getting out of the car, Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked in the direction of the female assistant's finger.

The delicate little face turned cold.

It turned out that a group of workers were dismantling Shiraishi Nagimitsu's billboard.

The Setagaya district is the largest source of votes for Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Since she was elected as a member of the Tokyo assembly, this has been her base.

Not only ordinary people, but also many businesses are very supportive of her.

It can be said that this is Shiraishi Nagimitsu's voting base.

And Shiraishi Nagimitsu also devoted himself to the people of Setagaya Ward.

It solved many of the problems they encountered and also won them many benefits for the people's livelihood.

Available today.

The billboards at the intersection here are being taken down.

It was Shiraishi Nagimitsu's campaign billboard.

Something is wrong.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned.

I have a very good relationship with the president of this mall.

Although the billboard contract expires today, I always wait for myself to come and renew it.

We have reached a tacit understanding.

This time, they neither waited for me to fall back nor notified me before starting to change the billboard.

Advertising is a very important tool for legislators.

Billboards can gradually and invisibly influence the people in this community.

Let them slowly accept that this congressman is in their lives.

Especially those who don't care about politics and don't know who to vote for.

At this time, the image of someone's billboard on the streets he often passes by may very well determine who he will vote for in the end.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu came to the office on the fifth floor of the mall.

President Inagaki came out to greet him, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Mr. Shiraishi, I'm really sorry that I took the advertisement down without notifying you this time." President Inagaki said apologetically.

"I thought we already had a tacit understanding." Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat elegantly on the sofa with her legs crossed.

A pair of flesh-colored stockings, stretched tightly on the round and plump thighs, reveal the fair skin on the legs with a slight luster.

President Inagaki glanced at the place quickly and said, "I'm sorry, Councillor Shiraishi, my chamber of commerce is having some financial problems, so..."

"We have been dealing with each other for many years, President Inagaki." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled slightly.

The smile on the delicate little face makes people feel like spring breeze.

"Besides, I thought we were old friends for many years. What can't we say directly?"

"Who stole my advertising space and how much did they pay?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu's smile remained unchanged as he spoke gently.

"I'm sorry, Councillor Shiraishi." President Inagaki bowed slightly, a little ashamed. "Councillor Abe offered twice the price, so..."

"So this is a price you can't refuse, right?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu stood up and straightened his clothes.
"If I also offer twice the price, can you leave the location of this billboard to your old friend?"

President Inagaki nodded repeatedly, "Of course, no, it doesn't need to be double. As long as Councillor Shiraishi gives you 70% more, I'll give you the space for the billboard."

"I'll give you 50% more." Shiraishi Nagimitsu held out her hand. "It's just double the amount, plus an extra 50% for President Inagaki."

"Ah? Councillor Shiraishi, what are you doing?" President Inagaki said in surprise.

"Since President Inagaki still considers me a friend, then I naturally cannot let my friend suffer any loss." Shiraishi Nagimitsu's lips curled up: "You still don't want to shake my hand, President Inagaki?"

President Inagaki excitedly stepped forward and shook hands with both hands.

"Don't worry, Councillor Shiraishi. I will reserve the advertising space on this street for you in the future."

"Our whole family is your loyal fan."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled and nodded, pulled back her little hand, and tucked a strand of long hair behind her small ear.

"We can sign the contract now, President Inagaki."

The contract was signed smoothly and all the money came naturally.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu walked out of the Chamber of Commerce elevator.

"elder sister."

A tall and handsome young man walked over. "Shiraishi Nobutomo?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned.

"It's me." Shiraishi Nobutomo showed a handsome and sunny smile: "Can we have dinner together? I have something to tell you."

"I'm sorry, I have nothing to do with the Shiraishi family anymore." Shiraishi Nagimitsu sneered.

"It's about family matters."

"I'm even less interested in knowing." Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned and left.

"Don't you want to know how your adoptive mother died?" Shiraishi Nobutomo shouted loudly.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned around suddenly, her mouth opened in surprise: "Didn't she die of illness?"

Shiraishi Nobutomo pointed to a high-end restaurant next door.

"Sister, can we talk while we eat?"

Inside the Tokyo Grand Hotel.

Fang Zuo slowly walked out of the elevator.

"Onii-chan." Oda Yui ran over and threw herself into Fang Zuo's arms.

Fang Zuo held her in his arms as usual, spun around in a circle, and then put her down.

"I want more, I want more." Oda Yui shook her little head.

"You'll be an idol soon, be careful not to be photographed by reporters." Fang Zuo patted Oda Yui's little head.

"Boss, it's okay. All the reporters in Tokyo are my friends. They're the kind of friends with whom I have deep vested interests."

Jin Meiting walked over in her high heels.

graceful and graceful.

Cheeks flushed.

He deliberately took off the coat that covered his shoulders and held it in his hands.

Revealing snow-white shoulders and deep ravines

Since that night.

My new boss is like the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Just thinking about him made it hard to contain myself.

Not to mention seeing it.

A pair of slender and plump legs were tightly clamped together.

It feels like I’m back to the time when I first fell in love in middle school.

Full of desire for the touch of skin.

Fang Zuo nodded to show his belief.

A woman with three-phase hands will have no doubt about her skills.

What's more, Jin Meiting said it was a conflict of interest, which made it even more solid.

He took out the black bank card that Sannomiya Tsubaki had returned to him and handed it to Jin Meiting.

"Again, don't worry about the money."

"Now that you have a way, tie up all the media reporters in Tokyo and Japan, and even the media reporters in South Korea."

"Just like your own plan, control the media first."

Jin Meiting took the black card and became even more excited.

In this era, if there is anything that can make women wet faster than a handsome guy.

Then there's only money.

But I am not.

Jin Meiting bit her lower lip.

His breathing became heavier.

Even if it was so before, it is not so now.

Your new boss is the one who makes you wet the fastest.

But the moment I took the black card and my fingers touched it.

I feel a sense of emptiness.

Yoyogi Park, Shibuya, Tokyo.

In Abe Nosuke's villa.

Shiraishi Nobutomo was handing over various photos in a flattering manner.

Abe Nojaku took the photo and nodded: "Whether Shiraishi Nagimitsu can fall down depends on you."

(End of this chapter)