Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

Colonization will only become deeper and deeper.

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Turning back, when Li Xinghe sat in the lounge, Tsutsumi Remi and Miyaji Aimi were still lying there to rest. The two beautiful anchors were dressed neatly, with flesh-colored stockings and solid-colored high heels, looking pure and sexy, full of the elegance of the TV anchor position, which is exclusive to the daughters of wealthy families.

"Ah, you're back?" Tsutsumi Remi was a little sleepy, as she was too sleepy from filming in the early morning.

"Well, back to the topic just now, I want to develop more in the media industry, what should I do?"

Li Xinghe sat down and asked questions.

Although his outstanding performance in the negotiations had made him stand out in front of senior bureaucrats of the United States and Japan and left behind praiseworthy achievements, there was no doubt that this achievement was dangerous.

The Japanese would think that he was selling out his country for personal gain, and the Americans would find fault and put pressure on him, so it was necessary to create a scene in the media and control public opinion.

In this regard, Li Xinghe already has the most special teacher.

If you want to control public opinion, it has to be the first President of the United States, Barack Obama. As a black man who often appears at banquets and parties of famous families and is even rumored to be a boy, Obama Kaka has no negative information in the media. Every regular media has to salute him. Facing the Republican challenger, Obama Kaka only needs to find a few talk show hosts to perform a few times, and easily defeated two generals and won the eight-year presidency.

This kind of high-end presidential life, where no one dares to criticize but commits many evil deeds, is the future that Li Xinghe needs to emulate.

"Become a boss. Buy shares of the five major newspaper groups?" Tsutsumi Reimi thought for a while and made a suggestion based on his family situation.

Ms. Gong Si Ai Hai couldn't wait any longer. She immediately showed herself in front of Li Xinghe: "It's just that being a boss costs too much. In fact, the entertainment industry has its own unspoken rules. At present, you should let the China-Belarus Film and Television Company develop vigorously, make more good movies and TV series, and produce news programs or online media. After the influence in the entertainment industry is expanded, those people will naturally dare not say too much."

In other words, it might be better to produce more new dramas and make some stars popular than to spend a lot of money buying shares of the group.

Just like the boss of Johnny & Associates didn’t reveal all kinds of scandals until he died, highlighting one’s own position in the public opinion circle is the secret to controlling public opinion.

“That makes sense.”

Li Xinghe was thinking.

Controlling a media company and exerting more influence in the shrinking Japanese film and television industry, thereby making many media outlets afraid to speak out, is also a development path.

"You must be tired, do you want to take a rest?"

Seeing that Miyaji Aimi was still trying to curry favor with her, Tsutsumi Reimi couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and pulled Li Xinghe to lie on her not-so-big buttocks.

Li Xinghe really hadn't slept all night, so he fell into Tsutsumi Reimi's arms, and fell asleep with his head resting on her breasts. Tsutsumi Reimi hugged Li Xinghe tightly, and they lay on the sofa and fell asleep together, feeling very happy.

How does it feel to snuggle up on the sofa with a beautiful woman and sleep with your head resting on her soft breasts?

"..."

Miyaji Aimi weighed her big breasts and felt that she could take the lead next time.

There are also different levels of female radio hosts.

How could a mere stupid daughter of a rich family like Tsutsumi Reimi possibly be able to compete with someone as scheming as me?

He slept until noon, when Miyaji Aihai woke up early and went to get three lunch boxes to wake up Li Xinghe and Tsutsumi Reimi.

"Hurry, it's time to go, the protesters are here."

The three of them ate hastily, and the two female anchors were called away by the production crew before they had even finished eating, and sprinted all the way in a nanny car.

Li Xinghe also went out to see, but he didn't expect that the airport was almost surrounded by zombies.

He turned on his phone and heard the live broadcast of Gong Si Ai Hai. She shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Nearly one million people have started a demonstration! The largest demonstrations of the year have taken place in Tokyo, Japan and Seoul, South Korea. The public are extremely dissatisfied with the new military clauses. In particular, the content that involves war is accused of allowing cross-stationing of Japanese and South Korean troops..."

Li Xinghe wiped his face and walked out of the waiting hall.

In the surging crowd, a tall lady with long hair, wearing a dark blue slim dress and silver-rimmed glasses, held up a sign to protest with everyone else.

Isn’t this my homeroom teacher, Mizuo Katayama?

When she saw Li Xinghe coming out of the airport, she couldn't help but curl her lips:

"It's really rare. One month into this semester, I met my students for the first time at the scene where the United States forced Japan to pay colonial taxes."

Li Xinghe was not ashamed and just asked:

"Why is the teacher here?"

Katayama Mizuo held up the sign in his hand:

"I'm here to protest! No matter what, we must not allow such a ridiculous thing to happen... Are you in there?"

She was very perceptive, Li Xinghe did not deny:

"Yes, the negotiations with the Americans were very difficult. We managed to maintain the last bit of dignity and prevent Japan's automobile industry from exploding, but the annual increase in military spending was as high as 25000 trillion yen, which was also a price to pay."

Upon hearing such horrific military expenditures, Katayama Mizuo raged:

"Bah... Sorry, I'm not scolding you, I'm scolding those bastards who kneel down to the United States."

Li Xinghe followed her, mixed into the team and shouted slogans, and asked:

"I am now considered a famous alumnus of the School of International Exchange at the University of Tokyo, right?"

"I'd like to put your name on the school gate, but aren't you afraid of being spit on?"

Katayama Mizuo rolled her eyes in an unladylike manner, and Li Xinghe found it pleasing to the eye.

A very pure lady teacher, very rare.

Having said that, Li Xinghe is really flattering himself.

If before, everyone knew that he had a relationship with the United States, it was just a kind of personal relationship, now almost all senior bureaucrats and politicians who know him know more or less that his relationship with the United States is so close that he can contact the White House. Although in this incident alone, Li Xinghe made a very positive contribution and saved the face of Japan's automobile industry, in fact, this is still a compromise that infringes on Japan's national interests.

To use the most common definition, this is a Japanese traitor and a traitor to his country.

So after a while, Li Xinghe slipped away.

"Remember to come back for class, I will supervise you personally! Be careful, I will find your house and live at your doorstep!" Katayama Mizuo did not forget to urge the child to go to school.

When Li Xinghe returned to the Metropolitan Police Department, he happened to pass by the Chief of Police, Tsukushi Yasuhiro.

He whispered:

"Your winter test is coming soon. You must be careful. I hope you can get two full marks in shooting, kendo or judo. I'm about to retire, do you understand?"

The meaning is very clear. In this year's review, the Police Department will treat Li Xinghe very strictly.

After this year's turmoil, many people are dissatisfied with Li Xinghe.

Yasuhiro Tsuyuki took money from Li Xinghe and is about to step down to serve as a consultant for Niigata Prefecture's offshore oil project. The next Chief of the National Police Agency will take office next year, just as Keihide Yoshida is about to leave and the new Chief of Staff will also take office next year.

In addition, the commander of the US troops in Japan was replaced by a harsh and rigid office general, and Li Xinghe's network of relationships was suddenly greatly damaged.

Shooting is not a problem, Li Xinghe's shooting results have always been full marks.

But Judo...

Li Xinghe admitted that he lacked such training.

So he could only take advantage of the fact that Musashi Hachiman was in the office and ask her to help him train in judo.

"You finally remembered me."

Musashihachimane said this half-sourly and began to adjust her clothes.

For some reason, she seemed to feel a little flutter in her heart, remembering the day when Li Xinghe and Tsutsumi Reimi had an affair in the office, so she was only wearing yoga pants and a small tube top.

Her yellow and white mixed genes gave her well-proportioned muscles, a sexy waist and big breasts. When this beautiful woman with an explosive figure stood here, Li Xinghe felt pressured.

The main problem is that the shorts are a bit tight.

"Look, this is how you start in judo..."

Musashi Hachiman seemed to have found a small opportunity for revenge. She kept grabbing Li Xinghe, then locked him on the ground and fought with friction.

As the muscles rubbed against each other, the bra fell to the ground. The hot and huge breasts rubbed back and forth on Li Xinghe's back, and soon two red beans stood up.

After fighting for more than ten rounds in a row, Li Xinghe was sweating profusely, and Musashi Hachimano didn't even bother to take her bra back. She was panting and looking at Li Xinghe's tight little shorts.

In the mirror opposite the office, Musashi Yama's tights had been soaked with water, and the wet pants perfectly showed her mons pubis.

The two people were tangled together on the ground, and Li Xinghe could already smell the moist scent from that place.

It would have been fine if she didn't breathe, but after she took a slight breath, her hot breath hit Musashi Yama's pubic mound, and a stream of translucent liquid suddenly spurted out, soaking her pants, and a little bit of it fell on Li Xinghe's forehead.

Li Xinghe was stunned.

Musashi Hachiman is very embarrassed:

"I...I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I can't help myself."

Just when the two of them were locked in a state of silence, a video call came in to Li Xinghe's phone inappropriately. It was from Jian Misato's mother.

"Hello? Mom, um...are you ready to film? Okay, I got it."

Hearing the woman's panting, the beautiful lady Jian Meili frowned, which made her look even more beautiful:

"what are you doing?"

Li Xinghe hurriedly raised his phone, not daring to reveal the Musashi Yama girl underneath:

"No, I was running at night with...my friends."

"Oh, then be careful."

Friends? Night run?

Jian Meili was already a veteran in the entertainment industry, and was used to seeing the filth and dirt in the entertainment industry, so she didn't believe a word of it. The subtle breathing of the man and the low whimper of the woman clearly proved that Li Xinghe might be in someone's bed.

As a mother, she bit her fingers and began to wonder.

who is it?

Hinako? No, she should still be in detention.

Fuji Rie? Probably not.

Suddenly, Ma Misato recalled the way Chiyo Hinahi looked at Li Xinghe, and she felt uneasy. Suddenly, she had a terrible suspicion:

"It can't be Chiyo Hinahime..."

No, absolutely not.

This route is too illegal.

"I have to correct him." Misato Ma made up her mind.

Li Xinghe, on the other hand, felt his panties suddenly become wet.

The author says:

Author's note: Thank you for your support, 4300 words are here. Let's start the second volume, with some erotic and political content at the beginning.

Chapter 4800: Eating Rice in the Second Dimension, I am a JB ( words)

"You...don't have sex?"

Li Xinghe faced this white version of Yamato Nadeshiko, a judo warrior who could kill a dog with one punch, and suddenly said something that would make anyone sad and cry.

Musashi Hachiman got anxious on the spot!

She gritted her teeth:

"How can you say something so sad? Did the second dimension eat your rice?"

"I didn't say you were a second-dimensional person."

Li Xinghe wanted to say that this was just confession.

But in such a repressive social environment in Tokyo, it is quite normal. Open-minded people go to the silver parties, while closed-minded people have to buy side dishes secretly even when masturbating. There are also those who are mentally squeezed to the point of perversion, squatting at the gate of the girls' school and watching the passing students masturbate openly.

Seeing how depressed she was, Li Xinghe sighed and said:

"Silly girl, let me teach you."

As he said this, he didn't mind the dirtiness and kissed Musashi Yama's swollen mons pubis, gently biting the plump girl's lustful flesh with his teeth, licking the fragrance of the virgin.

"Wuwuwu... No, it's not clean..."

Musashi Hachiman suddenly felt that she was being manipulated by Li Xinghe without any control. But perhaps because she had no sex life, when Li Xinghe's pants could no longer hide Dalong, she would only use her hands to hold it tightly, and then repeatedly repeat that I am not clean.

Muscle girl crying.jpg.

But even though she was crying, her body did not stop at all. Her muscular legs held Li Xinghe's head tightly like a watermelon, not wanting to let go, which made people suspect that there might be someone else being forced.

After a long while, Musashihachima's moans, which were louder than her tears, finally stopped. Her yoga pants were completely soaked and turned into tights.