Chapter 833: Adding Fuel to the Flames (Part 1)! (First Update!)

After hanging up the phone, Prime Minister Fujiwara Kohei immediately straightened up. The quail-like flattery on his face disappeared, leaving only a look of arrogance.

There is also a hint of doubt.

Putting down his cell phone, he softly asked the Prime Minister next to him:

"Did those Americans do anything secretly during this period?"

Hearing this question, the prime minister's sullen face broke down and he smiled. He was about to say something weird, but then he remembered that everyone present was a member of the cabinet.

They are all stirring the pot, so there is no need to be arrogant.

Then he replied softly with calm words:

"My dear Mr. Prime Minister, Americans never make trouble in private, they always make trouble openly."

"We are the ones who cause trouble in private. For the sake of our poor face, we carefully follow behind them every time after they finish their trouble and wipe their butts in secret."

Although he wanted to stop being so weird, the Prime Minister couldn't help but feel weird.

These words did not break Fujiwara Kohei's shamelessness. He lowered his brows and began to think hard about the meaning behind this call.

Rand Mattis, commander of the American Indian and Pacific Theater in Yokosuka, Japan, is a die-hard Republican.

An orthodox old white man from Onsa.

An orthodox, very proud, and able to see through people's hearts.

What this kind of person likes to do most is to use force to overwhelm others. As for playing tricks behind their backs, that is not the other person's habit.

After thinking about the other party's habits, Fujiwara Kohei picked up his mobile phone and ordered the Minister of Commerce sitting opposite him:

"Go and contact the royal family and ask them to send a few people over to attend this banquet with us."

"Besides, you can arrange the expenses for this banquet and send some good things over. Make sure they enjoy themselves."

After finishing his instructions, Fujiwara Kohei nodded slightly to the others present and began to clear away the things on the table.

The Minister of Commerce nodded slightly, and when Fujiwara Kohei was about to leave, he quickly said:

"Want Yamato Nadeshiko?"

The person who left didn't speak or look back. He just paused slightly and then continued walking forward.

We have been partners for many years, and we only need one expression or one movement to understand each other's meaning.

The Secretary of Commerce naturally understood the meaning, and did not continue to ask any more questions. Instead, he packed his things and got up to leave.

At 16:00 Tokyo time, several trucks slowly drove into the America base in Yokosuzuruoka. Behind the trucks were several buses.

The windows of the bus were tightly covered, but a woman's voice could be vaguely heard coming from inside.

At 18:00 sharp, several official vehicles flying Japanese flags slowly appeared on the street corner and then slowly drove into the base.

In the core area of ​​the base, on the top floor of the tallest office building, Rand Mattis stood by the window, clutching his mobile phone and looking at the cars that appeared at the gate of the base with an expressionless face.

He waited until the other party drove into the parking lot and the people in the car got out of the car, then he said to the person on the phone:

"General Dena, Fujiwara Kohei has arrived, I need to go and have fun with him."

With that said, he hung up the phone, turned and walked to the clothes rack next to him, took down the black tuxedo from the clothes rack, walked into the rest room and put it on, and then took down the pirate hat from the clothes rack.

Following Jack Chen's movements, he turned the hat in his hand and put it on his head elegantly, then turned around and walked out of the office.

The dinner hall is not in the so-called hall, but in a warehouse on the base.

The things in the warehouse had disappeared, and now only the colorful ribbons were left, with colorful lights lingering among them, along with the smell of wine and the strong smell of perfume, which made people intoxicated and at the same time couldn't help but frown.

Following the soldier's guidance and walking into the warehouse, Fujiwara Kohei subconsciously covered his nose with his hands after seeing clearly what was going on inside.

At the same time, he cursed in his mind, vulgar.

But soon, he put down the hand covering his nose.

Because directly in front of him, at another passage not far away, a person with a much smaller official position than him, but who could decide his life or death, had already appeared at the passage.

The other party's eyes have fallen here and he is walking towards this side.

This man is Rand Mattis. He is wearing a black tuxedo and a Pirates of the Caribbean decorative hat. He has a slender figure and a light beard on his face. While he carries the style of a European gentleman, he also has a little bit more of a pirate. The ruffianism.

As he approached Fujiwara Kohei, the surrounding Yamato Nadeshikos frequently raised eyebrows.

Arriving in front of Fujiwara Kohei, Rand immediately extended his right hand. Without waiting for the person opposite to reach out, he hugged him directly:

"Mr. Fujiwara, thank you for coming. Your coming to this dinner is an honor for us."

"Here, please come this way."

"There are gentle, lovely and beautiful ladies here. They have been waiting for a long time."

With that said, Rand couldn't help but pulled Fujiwara Kohei forward and dragged him to the center of the banquet.

The colorful lights disappeared, plunging the warehouse into darkness, but the next second, the spotlight hit several people.

Under the spotlight, Rand raised his hands high and shouted to the people around him:

"Let us welcome our Mr. Fujiwara Kohei with the warmest applause and let him play a song for us."

“A warm welcome to everyone!”

Under the spotlight, Rand was like a steady star, waving his hands crazily and shouting loudly to the people around him.

Among the people around, there were American soldiers, Japanese who relied on the American base to survive, and Yamato Nadeshiko who was sent by the Secretary of Commerce.

They all responded most enthusiastically to Rand's enthusiasm.

While responding, he also secretly looked into Teng Yun Haoping's eyes. After all, this was the Prime Minister of Japan.

I usually see him either appearing in public or apologizing in front of the TV media. I have never seen him singing in public.

Looking forward to it.

Unlike others, the protagonist Fujiwara Kohei in this scene, after hearing Rand's words, his whole face turned green and white, and he just stood there, like a wooden stake.

But soon, he forced a smile on his face, smiled awkwardly, and raised his left hand to greet the people around him.

Then he nodded politely but awkwardly.

After waving his left hand in a circle, he turned around and was about to say a few words to Rand, and then use the opportunity of talking to fool the so-called singing.

But when he turned around, he saw a microphone brought to him and Rand's very serious face.

There was still a faint smile on that face, but there was a hint of sarcasm and questioning in the smile.

With just one glance, Fujiwara Kohei could clearly see what the other person wanted to express on his face: What? No face?

The microphone stayed between the two of them. Seeing that Fujiwara Kohei had not taken the microphone for a long time, the noisy people around him gradually quieted down. The sound engineer turned off the sound, and the people on the edge of the spotlight also slowly took two steps back.

The sound of a pindrop could be heard in the quiet banquet hall, only the sound of heavy breathing.

One sound after another, disturbing people and getting upset.

Finally, Fujiwara Kohei gritted his teeth and reached out to take the phone.

The next second, Rand screamed from his mouth, raised his right hand high, and shouted:

"Let's welcome our rock star, Japan's most popular singer, Mr. Kohei Fujiwara!"

"Sound engineer, give our Mr. Fujiwara Kohei some soothing music."

Along with this shout, a sound reappeared on the speaker, which was the most common ditty in Japan.

The cool sound, combined with the colorful rolling lights, the colorful ribbons around, and the reveling people, gave it an indescribable feeling of weirdness.

Fujiwara Kohei pretended to be dead, holding the microphone with his right hand, and began to beat the rhythm with his hands. His body also moved his feet according to the rhythm, and he jumped lightly on the spot.

But just not singing.

He wanted to pretend to be dead, but the people next to him didn't want him to pretend, so they just looked at him intently, looking at his mouth, their eyes full of amusement.

Finally, unable to bear it anymore, he put the microphone to his mouth and began to sing "My Heart Will Go On".

Theme song from the movie Titanic.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

The song sung by Celine Dion’s soulful, epic voice becomes particularly unpleasant under Fujiwara Kohei’s weird English accent.

But Rand didn't care.

He just silently took out his mobile phone, pointed the camera at Fujiwara Kohei, and then silently pressed the record button.

While he was recording, the wall behind Fujiwara Kohei suddenly lit up and turned into a large LED screen.

On the Led screen, there is a blue sea, a blue sky, and white clouds as white as jade.

Of course, it would be even better if there were not those three red planes among the white clouds.

Fujiwara Kohei was completely immersed in his singing, completely unaware of the scene behind him.

After taking the video, Rand handed it over and posted it on Twitter.

Of course, it’s a tweet sent to Japan.

Although the Japan section’s Twitter is not much different from the America section’s Twitter, this time, he wanted to ignite the fire, so it was better to post it in the Japan section.

After he finished his front and back kicks, the American soldiers at the banquet took out their mobile phones and started to like and forward this tweet.

Then, invite others to like and retweet the tweet.

After all this, Fujiwara Kohei's singing came to an end.

When the last note fell, Rand immediately stepped forward to applaud. The sound of the applause was loud and enthusiastic. It was obvious that he was really happy.

Taking the microphone out of Fujiwara Kohei's hand, he handed it to the Japanese next to him and glanced at it casually:

"It turns out to be Mr. Onohiko, the Prime Minister of the Cabinet. Would you like to play a song too?"

Next to him, Prime Minister Onohiko's face, which had once bloomed, turned white and blue at this moment.

On the LED screen opposite him, footage of airplanes flying at high altitudes was still playing, and the tweet Rand had just sent had been pushed to his hands through the website's algorithm.

Although he didn't know what this American ghost wanted to do, his intuition told him that this was not a good thing.

He wanted to refuse, but Rand couldn't help but put the microphone into his hand, and then held Fujiwara Kohei's shoulders and asked him to turn around and look at the big screen.

Turning around and seeing the big screen behind him, and remembering the scene where the other party took the video just now, Fujiwara Kohei's eyes widened instantly.

At this moment, he knew that he had been completely plotted.

He could no longer imagine how big of a storm the public opinion on the Internet would be when he escaped from here and returned to his official residence.

He wanted to leave.

He smiled awkwardly at Rand and was about to find an excuse to leave. Rand's hand had already been put on his shoulder, holding him down with his arms around his back, pointing at the three red Figure 160s on the large LED screen and said:

"Mr. Fujiwara Kohei must be very interested in knowing why there is this banquet, right?"

No! I don't fucking want to know!

Fujiwara Kohei screamed crazily in his heart, and at the same time imagined a person in his mind. This person would kill Rand next to him with one knife, and then he left the scene as quickly as possible.

Return to your official residence as soon as possible, deploy your forces, and suppress all these damn public opinions.

Nothing happened.

Tomorrow the sun will rise from the east as usual.

But that was just an imagination. Rand still held his shoulder, regardless of whether he wanted to know or not, and said directly:

"Because I'm happy."

"Did you know? The time when we lived the most nourishing life, and the time when we lived the most hopeful life, was actually when America and the Soviet Union were competing with each other, and the world was still bipolar."

"At that time, there were not so many twists and turns, or rather, there were a lot of twists and turns, but those twists and turns were all used in the right direction."

"Young soldiers want to gain meritorious service, and older generals want to leave a mark in history."

“Technology is developing rapidly, and everyone has everything they want.”

"But all this collapsed with the collapse of the Soviet Union."

"It has only been 13 years since the collapse of the Soviet Union. Everything has changed. We people are no longer the elites reused by the country. Everything is focused on money. We have paid everything, but we have not received the rewards we deserve."

"This feeling is very uncomfortable and unpleasant."

"but……"

His words suddenly stopped, and his free right hand, which he used to move left and right while speaking, was suddenly raised and pointed at the large LED screen on the wall.

Point to the plane on the big screen.

"But now, back, everything is back."

"Three Tu-160s fly in formation. This is something that Russia has never been able to do."

"In other words, a new world pattern has come again, and we have a place to play again!"

The more Rand talked, the more excited he became. When he finished talking, he simply pulled Fujiwara Kohei to the side, when a soldier happened to pass by them carrying a drink.

He picked up two glasses of wine neatly, handed one to Fujiwara Kohei, and held the other in his hand. Before the person opposite could speak, he clinked the glasses and then poured it into his mouth.

While drinking, he laughed.

After laughing loudly, the drink in the glass was drained, and his eyes fell on Fujiwara Kohei.

It's just that there is no smile in the eyes, only a viciousness like a poisonous snake:

"Why don't you drink? Do you not like drinking?"