Pokémon, but cultural invasion

After changing his shoes and pouring himself a cup of hot water, Quanshu, still slightly tipsy, said, "Recently, your communication with people has become more fluent, hasn't it?"

"From initially being unable to express myself clearly, I can now clearly express my meaning."

"I can boil water by myself, and I've also learned how to use the washing machine, sweep, and mop. Changing the duvet cover by myself might still be a little difficult, but I can fold sheets and clothes, right?"

Nazi's fingers, which had been cut by the zipper yesterday, were still throbbing, and she instinctively put her hands behind her back.

So he knew all of this.

“I can also see some of your emotions. For example, when you are happy, the corners of your eyes will slightly lift up. When you are confused, you will prick up your ears. When you are bored, you will fidget with your fingers. When you are frustrated, you will hide away.”

Izumi-ki reached out into the air, as if grasping something that didn't exist:

"The Psychic-type Gym Leader Sabrina, who was so far away from me, is becoming the Normal-type Sabrina that I can truly feel."

"To be selfish, I prefer you as you are now, able to work towards a goal, experiencing happiness and sadness along the way, and not so lofty and unattainable."

"Don't... say it..."

Naz interrupted his rambling, and everything around them floated up and then fell back to its original position.

Every word Quanshu spoke along the way transformed into a burning sensation in my ears and cheeks.

She wished she could find a place to hide.

The compliment made Naz feel shy for the first time in her life, as if the praise was an exaggeration.

Chapter 123 Mid-Door Sniping Match

If fate gave you a rat's heart, would you dare to use it to pursue human dreams?

[A friendship that blossoms between Rada, a master chef, and the son of a culinary genius who can't cook, as they complement each other's shortcomings.]

[A journey to fulfill the dreams of humans and elves, where dreams can transcend prejudice and racial barriers.]

Three promotional slogans and a not-so-exquisite poster ignited the barren wilderness of the global internet the moment they were released.

The flames of public opinion are burning fiercely.

Some say this is the second dose of medicine that Tingxiang has given to the film industry, and that film companies that still have dreams in their predicament and physical cinemas that are desperately in need will be revitalized.

Some say that "Ratatouille" will challenge the box office success of "Crazy Elf City," and that Tingxiang's film production will definitely not start strong and end weak.

Some say that Tingxiang defined the direction and theme of film development for the next decade with "Crazy Pokémon City"—the relationship between Pokémon, but his new work is a traditional human-pokémon story, which is unconventional.

Regardless of the opinions expressed, the topic of "Ratatouille" immediately topped the charts on various platforms, media outlets, and chat rooms.

Even the Plasma Team movie trio, which was all the rage not long ago, was mercilessly overshadowed.

Furious, Sim pulled at his dry, frizzy hair, completely losing his usual refined demeanor.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on with Tingxiang's new movie?"

"What about the trending topics on the platforms we bought? What about the heavy investment in promotion across major media outlets? What about the discussions surrounding Team Plasma members?"

"Why did they step on the Plasma Team's head right from the start?"

In the director's office, the irritable Smura paced back and forth. He thought that Tingxiang would behave himself after Tiga, but he immediately caused a huge mess for him.

What is the dream journey between humans and elves? What is the friendship that makes up for each other's shortcomings?

Is this a stage set up to compete against Team Plasma?

If Tingxiang's "Ratatouille" achieves the same sensational effect as the first movie, will they still continue their brainwashing propaganda in Union?

With the heavy responsibility of spreading ideas on her shoulders, Smura has been scratching her hair so much these past two days.

"Sage, please calm down. Would you like some water?"

Director Shi Long chuckled awkwardly, not daring to sit down, and stood hunched over to the side.

"Drink water?"

Smura stopped in her tracks, staring intently at him: "Do you know what Tingxiang's new movie means for Team Plasma?"

"This isn't just about trivial commercial films; it's a clash of ideologies, a battle of fundamental principles!"

"If Team Plasma's movie fails..."

Smura sat down shakily, gripping the armrest tightly. "Unresolved grassroots staff will waver, and street speeches will face increased resistance."

"Lord Quixote's grand and ambitious plans will be hampered."

Shi Long was terrified and wished he could cover his ears; he didn't want to hear any of this!

"Tsubasa... I really don't understand how a Kanto Corporation can have such a big influence on the Unova region."

Smura almost collapsed, feeling all her strength drained away.

Before it appeared, the brainwashing work to liberate the elves' minds was going very smoothly.

He doesn't need to keep an eye on every move of a company from another city.

Why couldn't the Dark Trio kill Izumi back then?

"Raising a tiger is a recipe for disaster, with endless consequences..."

Smura was genuinely afraid—afraid that Tingxiang's new film would sweep the United States, afraid that the trilogy would receive a lukewarm reception, and even more afraid of Quixote's punishment for poor performance.

As if struck by a sudden thought, his fear turned to rage, and he grabbed Shi Long's dwindling hair, demanding, "How are the three movies coming along?"

"There are only ten days or so left before filming is finished..."

"Get the schedule up and running, release two of them first, and put the last one in the same time slot as Ting-hsiang Cinema."

"Yes... I understand..."

Smura's disgust deepened as she coldly glanced at Shilong, who was trembling like a leaf.

How can a cowardly gambler compete with Tingxiang?

Release two films first to preserve the results, and release the third film at the same time as Tingxiang to fulfill the obligations to Lord Quixote.

This is the best solution Smura could think of; otherwise, being defeated three times in one go would be a real loss of face.

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Golden City Hall.

The auditorium, filled with members of parliament, was completely silent.

Some of them are representatives elected by the people, some are from long-established wealthy families, and others are leading figures who have made outstanding contributions in various industries.

The municipal government listens to their opinions and proposals, but the decision on whether to approve them rests with the dojo owner.

If the museum owner relinquishes authority, the mayor will act as his proxy.

This bizarre system stems from the Elf League's transcendent status.

The Pokémon Leagues in different regions operate independently, with each of the eight Gym Leaders overseeing the area surrounding their Gym's location and having full authority over the administration, judiciary, and oversight within that region.

Despite the Pokémon Inspection Bureau established by the League, which regularly sends inspectors to restrict and regulate gyms, gym leaders remain the uncrowned kings of their respective areas.

Most of the gym leaders in the alliance do not participate directly in decision-making but delegate power to various agencies. They themselves have a higher moral standard than ordinary people and are loved by the people.

"The following is Proposal No. 26, concerning the routine maintenance of Route 6..."

Mayor Yamabuki Isshiki read out the results of the new monthly proposals and applications as usual, but her speech paused at the end of her prepared remarks.

Recalling her meeting with Natsumi a few days ago, Yamabuki Isshiki was still surprised.

Nazi, who never interfered in municipal affairs, actually informed her of three new regulations, or rather, it was the person in charge of Tingxiang Township who was close to Nazi.

"The crime rate of wild Pokémon in Goldenrod City has been rising, and the public is complaining about it. In response to the call of League Champion Lance, three proposals have been passed."

"First, establish an agency to capture wild Pokémon with criminal tendencies in the city, and then hand them over to various welfare institutions for management."

"Second, expand all Pokémon Welfare Homes within the Goldenrod City area and increase financial investment in social welfare and the protection of stray Pokémon."

"Third, increase the number of cameras on main traffic arteries in the city and the number of rangers in the surrounding wilderness reserves to strengthen the crackdown on Pokémon poaching."

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion broke out in the audience.

Everyone knows that the public has complaints about the frequent crimes committed by Pokémon in the city.

However, there are reasons why the city hall has been slow to take action.

Capturing a large number of Pokémon is time-consuming and labor-intensive. There are debates about how to settle these Pokémon, how to ensure that they do not return to Goldenrod City, and a funding gap.

Nobody wants to do something thankless and exhausting.

Yamabuki Isshiki raised his voice: "All three proposals have received the support of the Teigo Company and were personally put forward by the head of the Natsumi House."

The entire audience fell silent.

They realized that their opinions were completely irrelevant; this was not an inquiry, but a notification.

The recently rising Tingxiang represents economic strength, while Natsumi represents the political power of the Alliance and her own hard power.

The combination of these two factors made the proposed plan unstoppable in Golden City.

Chapter 124 The Legendary Spirit That Does Not Exist in Legends

"Master Naza, was my speech satisfactory? Does it need adjustment?"

After the meeting, Yamabuki Isshiki went to find Natsume backstage.

She hadn't spoken a single word to the museum owner in the two years since she took office, which was unprecedented in the world. Now that she finally had a chance to speak, Yamabuki Isshiki's attitude was extremely enthusiastic.

Sabrina didn't answer, but instead looked at the figure on the sofa holding Eevee.

"Your speech was excellent. I look forward to your performance next month."

Yamabuki Isshiki instinctively lowered his head.

It's likely that she'll have to deal with this person for a long time to come.

...

After Yamabuki Isshiki left.

"Will placing a cat-shaped Pokémon on your lap make you more sophisticated?"

Izumi picked up Eevee and spun it around. Sure enough, it didn't have the cunning and ruthless temperament of the big cat.

But the cat's fur is too short, so it would definitely be uncomfortable to pluck it.

“Boob!” Ibu shook off his hand.

"I don't really understand... style?"

Naz repeated the obscure word; she had never heard of it before in Guandu.

Quanshu flipped through a stack of documents provided by the mayor, which contained statistical data on various aspects of Golden City.

He did not intend to interfere with the city hall's original policies, after all, he was an outsider.

As the most prosperous metropolis in Kanto, Goldenrod City has developed well in the past few years, and even the headquarters of the behemoth Silph Corporation is located here.

This shows that the Golden City Hall's capabilities and direction are sound.

The only unit that needs manual adjustment is the military unit – the International Police.

After taking office, Natsume will not participate in any decision-making in Golden City.

The city hall didn't think Kanto would cause any trouble under the alliance, and they also knew that their gym leader was a powerful psychic with amazing fighting ability.

Therefore, the training and development of international police has been in a state of unchecked growth.

Unlike Officer Jenny, who is responsible for maintaining order and coordinating minor matters, the Interpol Police are the true instruments of violence, and their sole purpose is repression.

Whether it's a rampaging horde of wild Pokémon or criminals, they're like chickens and dogs in front of international police officers with excellent equipment and combat skills.

What Izumi wants to do is restore the international police's authority and basic functions in the eyes of city hall staff, in order to deal with unforeseen needs.