People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

The temperature in the studio was already high, and coupled with their anxiety, several staff members were soaked.

They swallowed.

Even though when Takeshi Kitano scolds someone, it can be so humiliating that it can reach deep into the soul.

but.

This is where you learn the most.

Kitano Takeshi taught them the most valuable experience with his rude words.

just.

That's a bit too harsh.

Just when several people were complaining in their hearts.

A refreshing cool breeze blew over.

In this hot shed.

In an instant, they felt as refreshing as if they had eaten ice watermelon in summer.

Several people turned their heads in surprise.

I don't know where this little guy, Yui Oda, got the huge blade fan used in the restaurant kitchen.

Towards my side.

If you want to get this thing, you have to go to the center of Osaka.

She worked so hard!!

This considerate little thing, no wonder everyone likes her!

Oda Yui stood next to the giant fan and gave everyone a cheering gesture! !

The little face is smiling.

"Keep going!! Let's put our expertise on the line!! For ourselves and for Yui!!"

"Yes!!!"

Several people roared as if they were injected with chicken blood.

Kitano Takeshi's side suddenly fell silent.

He stood up from the director's chair and looked at the script in his hand, his anger rising.

These lines from the script, which were adapted by the investors, made Kitano Takeshi's old face look extremely angry.

Kitano Takeshi took out his phone and dialed the video call. A white old man in a suit appeared on the video call:

"Hey, I want to know who changed the script? Don't tell me it was Spielberg!!"

"Even if it was him, I'd stick my katana up his ass. He still owes me two bottles of Yamazaki whiskey last Christmas!"

"Also, I'm filming a gangster movie, why did you give me a healing black teenager character? Why the hell didn't you ask the mafia to celebrate Peppa Pig's birthday?"

"Why do my gangster movies have so many things that men don't act like men?"

"What? Gender and racial values ​​are also important? I am worth nothing to you, XXX!!!"

Kitano Takeshi cursed loudly, pointed at the script and continued:

“Why were so many Japanese dialect lines completely deleted?”

"Who deleted it? Don't tell me it was the review department!!"

"My film hasn't even been finished yet and the censorship is starting, so why is the Japanese dialect being censored?"

"What? ChatGPT optimized? Why didn't it optimize the entire Showa era?"

The old man on the other side of the video chat responded and then remained silent in response to Takeshi Kitano's angry curses.

It wasn't until Kitano Takeshi paused for a moment that he spread his hands and said regretfully:

"I'm sorry, Director Kitano Takeshi, these are the requirements of the investors. Not just you, but all works must be mandatory to include [Global Value Review AI], and all violent scenes must also be reviewed by AI's emotional analysis."

"Analysis and review?" Kitano Takeshi ripped open his shirt to reveal the bullet wound on his left chest. "I still have a scar here from a stray bullet from the Mishima Yukio incident. Can AI analyze this?"

He grabbed the script and angrily tore it up in front of the camera: "Listen, Jim, this script edited by your so-called value-censoring AI is more disgusting than hemorrhoids!"

Kitano Takeshi's final roar echoed throughout the studio: "Tell those vultures of the Jewish consortium: Even if you gnaw away only half the skeleton of Japanese cinema, I, Kitano Takeshi, will crawl into the next century!"

boom.

The phone in Kitano Takeshi's hand was smashed to the ground.

Fragments all over the ground.

at this time.

A pair of small fists appeared obediently and tapped Kitano Takeshi's tense shoulders.

Kitano Takeshi turned around and smiled kindly at Oda Yui: "Don't worry, Yui, this is why I don't plan to make movies anymore, but you gave me hope... I will never let those damn Jewish capitalists insult me ​​and your hard work..."

"Remember, Yui, real movies are made with one's life at stake: the money of capital can never buy the souls of all filmmakers."

Oda Yui nodded.

I miss Onii-chan and mom so much...

Onii-chan will definitely be able to solve these problems.

It's nothing to him.

And this moment.

Far away in the suburbs of Tokyo.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was standing in a dilapidated single-family house, frowning.

In his hand was a diary and a portrait of a Self-Defense Force member.

Behind her were Makie in a suit and the little girl.

The little girl held onto Ma Feihui's suit tightly and hid behind her.

In front of him was a person kneeling on the ground with his forehead pressed tightly against Shiraishi Nagimitsu's feet.

A woman crying loudly.

"Please seek justice for us! Councillor Shiraishi! Please!!"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu had a hunch.

This is a huge mystery.

Once untied.

This time we will have to face the forces of the entire Japan.

Chapter 334 Two beauties at the same time

Akiyama Mako crawled on the ground with tears in her eyes.

Raise your head slightly.

She recognized at a glance the beautiful woman who had returned home with her runaway child. She was none other than the popular member of the Japanese Diet, Nagimitsu Shiraishi.

Standing in front of her were beautiful legs wearing a pair of white long skirt and black shoes.

Under the light of the setting sun, the transparent stockings make the fair skin underneath look even more translucent.

The slightly plump curve of the calf and the delicate white instep that stretches out the stocking fabric.

As she tiptoed gently, the transparent nylon thread was slightly wrinkled and pressed against her skin.

Then it bounced up quickly again.

Although she is younger than the other person, Akiyama Mako feels a little ashamed of herself because of her skin which is more elastic than that of a young girl.

Not to mention that beautiful face.

Behind this pair of beautiful legs is a gorgeous woman wearing suit trousers.

Without seeing it with your own eyes.

It is hard for Akiyama Mako to imagine that there is a woman who is both gorgeous and androgynous.

And his child was hiding behind this woman.

Don't dare to look at yourself.

In this scene.

It seemed as if the child he had been carrying for ten months was closer to this woman in a suit than to himself.

Mako Akiyama did not blame the child.

How dare I blame the child?

For so many years, she has been almost immersed in the grief of her husband's death.

The children were not taken good care of at all.

I may be a loving wife, but I am not qualified to be a mother.

The room was quiet with only the breathing sounds of a few people and the soft sobbing of Akiyama Mako.

Akiyama Mako looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu's beautiful legs nervously. Will she help her?

At this moment, a voice came over, which immediately ignited her hope.

"Is there any subsidy document issued by the Japanese National Personnel Authority?" asked Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"Yes, yes, Councillor Shiraishi." Akiyama Mako quickly got up and walked into the room.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu continued to look at the relatively new photo tucked away in her diary.

in the photo.

A group of Japanese Self-Defense Force members, wearing uniforms and carrying weapons, posed in front of the Self-Defense Force base.

The flag above the base behind him is embroidered with the emblem of the Japanese peacekeeping force.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned over the page with the photo.

Quickly flipped through the back.

The front and back pages are all diaries written by the diary owner.

It records some of his daily trivialities when he was sent by the Japanese government to South Sudan and Iraq for peacekeeping work.

If all this is not fake.

Then.

The girl's father is Kenji Aoki.

He is indeed a member of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces peacekeeping force.

but.

If that were all, accidental death would be a very normal thing in the Self-Defense Forces.

Why did the Japanese government at that time erase his identity as a member of the Self-Defense Forces?

Akiyama Mako ran over in small steps, handing over several papers with both hands. She lowered her head and hunched her body, very respectfully saying, "Congressman Shiraishi, these are the subsidy documents issued to us by the Japanese National Personnel Authority. These are also bank statements recording the funds transferred to us by the Kanto Office over the past few years."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu took the papers and glanced at Akiyama Mako who was lowering her head.

This woman is meticulous and serious about her work.

I took the bank statement from her before I even asked her for it.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at this official document from the Japanese National Personnel Authority.

From the running script to the specific content, and finally to the seal, everything is indeed correct.

The only doubt is, as Akiyama Mako said, about the identity of her husband Kenji Aoki.

In this official document, Kenji Aoki was just an ordinary government clerk in the suburbs of Tokyo.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at the bank's cash flow and saw that the payment method was indeed the Kanto Affairs Bureau.