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

"What is this?" The customs officer picked up the young man's belongings and asked, "What kind of weapon is this?"

"A peach wood sword? Do you know anything about it?" The young man rolled his eyes helplessly. "Is there a Chinese translation? Have you Japanese never even seen this? You are such a clueless person!"

"Fuck, how do you say that in Japanese?"

“Eight Yalu!!”

Chapter 340: Mother and Daughter Travel Together, Taoist Priest Zhang

Osaka Film Studio.

There is a building specifically for directors and film crews to rest.

As the last great Japanese film master, Kitano Takeshi's office is naturally decorated very luxuriously.

The huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows face a small green lawn park.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling glass.

As soon as Demi Black took off her coat, two bodyguards immediately took it away.

She was wearing a white inner layer.

The black overalls with a strong sense of design wrapped her plump hips perfectly.

She is less than 1.6 meters tall, but she has the same or even more exaggerated curves as European and American women.

The long wavy hair is draped over the shoulders.

She turned her head and looked sideways at Takeshi Kitano, who was frowning and looking at the script with a stern face.

The small face with deep features smiled slightly: "Director Kitano Takeshi, there's no need to be so angry. Everything can still be discussed..."

Not far behind her.

Reilly Gambino, a fighter from the largest mafia family in North America, took off her sunglasses and looked at the various decorations in the office with interest.

Looking around and touching things.

To show her respect for director Takeshi Kitano, she also wore a white long-sleeved shirt to cover up her tattoos.

She even took off her nose ring and lip studs and put on a pair of diamond earrings.

Kitano Takeshi looked at the thick script on the table, and the additional revisions made his face more and more ugly.

Anger was suppressed in his chest, and if there weren't two women opposite him, he would have started cursing.

His eyes rested on the supplementary items listed, and he became angrier and angrier the more he read.

[Needs to add African descent characteristics, it is recommended to add a black male protagonist and pair with Oda Yui. ]

[This film needs to reshoot an ending that is LGBTQ+ responsive.]

[This film needs to support more progressive gender values ​​on gender recognition issues.]

Any narrative involving historical controversy must be certified by the Columbia University East Asian Institute.

The plot about the Japanese Yakuza showing respect for Judaism and Protestantism must be revised.

"An actor with African ancestry—that's a must for a foreign-language Oscar nomination," Demi Black said with a laugh. "Of course, if Director Kitano Takeshi doesn't care about foreign-language Oscar nominations, then forget what I said."

"But Director Takeshi Kitano, if you disagree with modifying the Yakuza plot's respect for Christianity and Judaism, I bet this movie will lose its eligibility to enter the North American streaming market." Demi Black continued:

"As for the issues of caring for and promoting the values ​​of gender identity and progress, as we suggested, you can simply add a pair of rainbow gangsters to the script and give them a happy and well-wishful ending. This should be a very small problem."

"It's fine that Disney is monopolized by your Jewish consortium, but when did you even acquire Japan's Toho?" Kitano Takeshi said in a hoarse voice, clenching his fists.

Among several film producers, he chose to cooperate with Toho, Japan's largest film producer.

I didn't expect that it had been infiltrated so deeply by the Jewish consortium.

These rules and regulations are even more excessive than those during the era when Japan's censorship was the strictest.

A Japanese gangster movie actually includes black men and women.

There was also a fat European and American woman who looked like a ghost, and they actually forced her to play a role.

It is called balanced aesthetics.

Kitano Takeshi wanted to smash the script and his fists in the faces of the two women.

It doesn't matter that his movies can't enter the European and American markets, but when he thinks that the first film of the little girl Oda Yui can only be limited to Japan, Takeshi Kitano feels very unwilling.

"We just signed an agreement. We've signed agreements not only with Toho, but also with several major Japanese film companies." Demi Blackrock shrugged.

"However, I need to remind Director Kitano Takeshi that 93% of Japan's theater chains are subject to our projection technology patents. Even if your film forgoes the European and American markets, it will probably have a significant impact on its screening schedule in Japan."

"Any film that has not passed our review, even a Japanese film, will be excluded from the IMAX and Dolby Cinema systems."

"Just imagine how much market share will be lost, Director Takeshi Kitano."

"You don't want this movie to be terribly under-screened in theaters when it's released, do you?"

"I heard that you decided to make another movie just for the heroine of this movie. You don't want her to be labeled a box office poison after her first movie."

Kitano Takeshi clenched his fists.

On the one hand, it is my own hard work, and I would rather have a low screening schedule and only be released in Japan than have it changed drastically.

What rainbow mafia, what respect for Judaism, and add some ugly things in it! !

Is this still the gangster movie I want to shoot?

On the other hand, this is the first work of the little girl Oda Yui. No matter what, I want her to have a higher starting point.

Just when Takeshi Kitano was hesitating.

A clear voice shouted out.

"Grandpa Kitano Takeshi, I don't want you to compromise for me." Oda Yui rushed in, stood beside Kitano Takeshi, and glared at Demi Black.

"Little girl, life requires compromise." Demi Blackrock said with a smile, "Didn't your mother teach you that?"

A faint voice came from outside the door.

"I taught her that there's no need to compromise."

Demi Blackrock turned her gaze towards the door.

A beautiful woman wrapped in a black windbreaker, wearing black tight jeans and nude ankle boots walked in, with the exaggerated curves of her chest hidden in the windbreaker.

Demi Black couldn't help but stare at the bulging curves of the sweater inside the windbreaker, feeling a little sour.

Only as a woman, I know how huge it is.

Nagimitsu Shiraishi.

Demi Blackrock recognized the woman at a glance.

One of the two most outstanding women in the Japanese Diet.

She had on delicate makeup, and the skin on her face was surprisingly white, smooth and delicate, even emitting a faint glow.

This made Demi Blackley so jealous that she couldn't help but ask what skin care products she was using.

How can the skin be so good?

For a while.

Demi Blackrock seemed to be half a head shorter in terms of aura.

The battle between women is so direct.

A glance between the two sides determined the winner and the loser.

It’s like two women wearing the same clothes. What determines the winner is not the authenticity of the clothes, but who wears it better!

"Mom, you're here!!" Oda Yui said happily, "Where's Onii-chan?"

"Yui~~! Auntie misses you so much!!" Shiraishi Mei rushed in and hugged Oda Yui and said, "Hey, Yui, why don't you ask me, your aunt..."

"You are just like your mother, heartless. You actually forgot about me like this..."

"Auntie~~!" Oda Yui forcefully pulled her little head out of Shiraishi Mei's towering J-cup bra and immediately asked, "Where's Onii-chan?"

"Oh, your Onii-chan went to buy you some snacks." Shiraishi Mei rolled her eyes: "Auntie even queued up to buy you some spicy hot pot from Yang Guofu."

"Thank you, Auntie~~!" Oda Yui turned her head: "Where is it?"

"Here I am." Ma Feihui was looking at the woman in a white shirt next to her. There was something in her body that made her feel afraid.

After hearing this, he hurried forward with the separately packaged spicy hot pot.

She fell in love with the little girl at first sight: "Hello, Yui, my name is Makihui, and I'm your mother's bodyguard!!"

"Thank you, Makie." Oda Yui went forward and hugged Makie, then quickly took it and ran to Kitano Takeshi's side: "Grandpa Kitano Takeshi, this is the spicy hot pot I told you about. We're going to eat it together later!!"

Kitano Takeshi looked at Oda Yui kindly and nodded.

His gaze turned to the two beautiful women who were looking at each other.

"I know you, Councillor Shiraishi..." Demi Blackrock stepped forward and extended her hand: "My name is..."

"Demi Blackrock." Shiraishi Nagimitsu interrupted with a smile, then extended her hand and shook it. "I know you too. You're the head of the Jewish consortium in Asia Pacific."

"It's truly my honor." Demi Blackrock nodded. "I wonder why Councillor Shiraishi is here."

"What a coincidence! I just heard someone mention my daughter, Oda Yui, and also heard someone question my education..." Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned his head and looked at Takeshi Kitano beside him and said, "Thank you Director Takeshi Kitano for your appreciation and care for my daughter."

"That's not true." Kitano Takeshi shook his head. "I have to thank this little guy for inspiring me to be interested in making movies again."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded slightly in gratitude, then glanced at the list on the table. She reached out and picked it up, taking a look. "Ms. Demi Blackrock, is this what your investors want?"

"Yes, Councillor Shiraishi, this is legal," Demi Blackrock said. "The U.S. Department of Commerce's 2022 launch of the Cultural Equality Trade Framework is incorporated into the U.S.-Japan Cooperation Agreement. Since we're funding it, we can naturally make demands."

"That's true..." Shiraishi Nagi looked at the list and smiled. "But... Miss Demi might not know the laws in Japan."

"According to Article 38 of the revised Content Industry Promotion Act of Japan, any revision of historical narratives forced by foreign capital must be certified by the Historical Facts Review Committee of the National Diet Library."

"In other words, these changes to the film are inconsistent with historical narratives and violate Japan's film management regulations..."

"I wonder if Councillor Shiraishi is mistaken." Demi Blackrock's beautiful eyes fixed on the beautiful councillor. As expected, it was not simple, just as the records in the archives said. "This is a gangster movie... It has nothing to do with historical films..."

"No, no, no, from what I understand, it's about the underworld of the Showa era. Of course, it's a historical narrative..." Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned around and asked, "Director Kitano Takeshi, am I right?"

"Ah... yes... yes... Councillor Shiraishi is right. This is the history of Japan's Showa era, and the yakuza certainly belong to that period..." Kitano Takeshi nodded repeatedly: "This is a fact in Japanese history that cannot be erased!!"

"Then remember to file a report with the Historical Facts Review Committee..." Shiraishi Nagiko said, "We welcome any foreign consortium to invest in Japan, but if they violate Japanese law, that would be bad..."

"Ms. Demi Blackrock, please note... These regulations must be approved by the Japanese Censorship Committee. By the way, I am also a member of the Censorship Committee..."

Demi Blackrock's eyes flickered, and she tightened her grip on the limited edition handbag. She gave up on confronting the aggressive congressman and turned around to say,

"Director Kitano Takeshi, if that's the case, then our investors may have to withdraw their investment. You have to think clearly. In the Japanese film market, if we withdraw our investment, even if you find other investors, they won't be able to provide you with as much funding. You should know how expensive this film is."

"No need, just get out of here, I'll invest." A voice came from outside the door.

"Onii-chan!!" Oda Yui ran over excitedly, jumped into Fang Zuo's arms, and buried her little head deeply in them.

"I bought you a lot of your favorite snacks." Fang Zuo held Oda Yui's increasingly plump buttocks with one of his big hands.

I haven't seen you for a while, and you've grown up very fast.

It has the elasticity of a young girl, and the softness of a woman when pressed.

"Onii-chan is the best..." Oda Yui hugged her husband tightly with her arms, and suddenly found that the room was quiet, thinking that there were many people watching.

Then he slipped down from Fang Zuo's body, took the snacks from Fang Zuo's other hand, and hid aside obediently.

"Sir, I don't know where you get your confidence from. Before you brag, you should at least understand the scale of Director Kitano Takeshi's films." Demi Black said sarcastically to the unfamiliar man.

"What he shot was not a simple gangster movie like before. Just the scenes with thousands of gang members hacking each other and the post-production special effects alone cost an astronomical amount of money."

Fang Zuo was too lazy to answer and picked up his phone to call Mikami Yua: "Hey, tell your father to prepare the money. I want to invest in a movie, a Takeshi Kitano movie. Yeah, don't talk nonsense about other things."

Click, then hung up.

Then he made another call: "Tell your boss that I want to make a movie and need your investment. Yes, I will have the director call you later."

"Sir, you probably don't understand how big this number is." Demi Blackrock found it a bit amusing as Fang Zuo casually made two calls.

"This is a massively budgeted, macro-narrative film about the underworld, with such a huge cast and post-production costs, the amount is beyond your imagination...it's in the hundreds of millions, and...in US dollars. I think you still..."

But the man opposite didn't even look at her, as if she didn't exist, and casually handed the phone to Takeshi Kitano next to him.

What he said next made me swallow the rest of my words back instantly...