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

Shinto again.

Fang bent his left fingers and snapped them rhythmically.

The black monk took out a tattered booklet from his pocket.

"Sir, here are all my records to prove what I said."

Fang Zuo took it and glanced at it.

Glancing at this guy.

It is indeed a diary, every entry is a record of events, and all are written in Chinese.

The Chinese characters are crooked and look like those written by an elementary school student.

"I have always admired the culture of Western China. I have a trace of the blood of the East China Sea Dragon in my body, and I have always wanted to have the opportunity to go there to recognize my ancestors."

The black monk smiled awkwardly.

Fang Zuo threw the notebook back to him.

This kind of guy who has swallowed countless human souls will probably be torn into pieces by monks who shout "Slay demons and eliminate evil" as soon as he approaches the sea area of ​​​​Shenzhou.

He actually wanted to trace his ancestral roots.

Fang Zuo touched his chin.

Even if this kind of thing is related to Shintoism, ordinary believers would never know about it.

Even the top management may not know about it.

Can withstand a full-strength sword attack from that man on the sea.

Even if all the Shikigami and Onmyoji in Japan were added together, they wouldn’t be enough.

Perhaps only Shinto gods can block a few swords.

It seems that Sakura Kurumi really needs to become a goddess in order to get some information about Shinto gods.

Fang Zuo took out a magic pill and threw it into the air.

In the blink of an eye.

The demon pill became huge, filling the suite hall of dozens of square meters.

"This information is quite useful to me. You guys continue to collect it."

"I'll give you this Fifth Heavenly Man Demon Pill as a deposit."

"Sir, it is our honor to serve you and gain your friendship." The black monk looked at the demon pill with envy, rubbing his short hands together and said with a smile: "There is an old saying in China..."

"Alright." Fang Zuo waved his hand to interrupt him and stood up: "I'll give you the things."

As he said that, he threw out all the demon souls and demon pills, big and small, from the Baizang Mountain demon tribe.

"Change all of this to US dollars. Don't give me Japanese yen. It's devalued so badly."

The bald old man and the black monk looked at each other.

As expected, all the demon tribes in Baizang Mountain were wiped out, big and small, and it was really him who did it.

They all swallowed and nodded in agreement.

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Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat in the Lexus and headed to his ticket area.

Sitting next to him was his female assistant.

The newly hired driver is quite well behaved.

The new driver we hired earlier was fired because he always glanced at himself through the rearview mirror while driving.

"Mr. Shiraishi, you eat fast food like hamburgers every day for lunch, so why is your skin still so good?"

The female assistant looked at Shiraishi Nagi's increasingly radiant skin and said enviously.

"Exclusive secret recipe." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled gently, like a girl who just fell in love for the first time.

The man she was thinking of was her own.

Filled with happiness.

So does the body.

It's stuffy and bloated.

After arriving at the destination, the female assistant got out of the car and covered her mouth in surprise.

"Councilor Shiraishi, look quickly."

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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 quickly and said, "I'm sorry, Councillor Shiraishi, my chamber of commerce has encountered 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 with some shame: "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.