Chapter 834: Adding Fuel to the Fire (Part 2)! (Second Update!)

The eyes were like poisonous snakes, and the voice was even more poisonous than that.

Fujiwara Hirohei wanted to refuse, but before he could say anything, Rand beside him pressed his shoulders, followed by a more sinister voice:

"Drink!"

"If you don't drink, you are not giving me face. If you don't give me face, you are not giving face to General Dana. If you don't give face to General Dana, you are not giving face to America."

Perhaps because he felt that his words were not enough, Rand took a step forward, leaned forward, and pressed his face to Fujiwara Hirohei's face:

"Some time ago, you took advantage of us to hit South Korea and did those things there. General Dana was very unhappy, and Mr. President was also very unhappy."

"Do you understand?"

This word of hitting made Fujiwara Hirohei's body tremble instantly.

In the eyes of the Japanese high-level officials, South Korea, which was once occupied by them, was their private land.

On that private land, there were many Koreans who changed their Japanese names.

Even though Korea has been controlled by America for many years, these Koreans who have changed their Japanese names still yearn for Japan and still consider themselves Japanese.

What's more interesting is that most of these people are now in high positions and have their own influence, which is very suitable for Japan to control secretly.

Some time ago, Korea suddenly became chaotic, and Japan naturally sent a lot of people to secretly make trouble and then secretly reap the benefits.

At that time, they were very careful when they were reaping the benefits, for fear that the Americans would find out.

But until they had harvested the benefits, they didn't wait for the fists of the Americans, so a group of people put their minds at ease.

Enjoy those benefits.

But they never expected that the fists might be late, but they would never be absent. The late fists finally hit their faces.

Looking at the person in front of him and the smile on his face, Fujiwara Hirohei gritted his teeth and finally drank the wine in the glass.

Watching him drink the glass of wine, Rand nodded with a smile on his face, called a soldier who served wine from the side, took more glasses from the other party, and handed them to Fujiwara Hirohira one by one:

"Drink it!"

"The rules at the table, drink the wine, and then apologize."

Seeing one glass after another handed to him, Fujiwara Hirohira couldn't help but take a step back.

The glass in front of him was a slender goblet that was used to drink champagne, but the glass was not filled with champagne, but TND distilled liquor.

After drinking the glass just now, he felt that he was all coquettish.

He felt that his whole body was hot, even his face that could drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk was a little hot.

If he drank all these large glasses of wine, he felt that he would die.

He took a step back, and the glass in front of him took a step forward.

Gritting his teeth, Fujiwara Hirohira picked up the wine glass and drank the wine one sip after another.

After drinking seven or eight glasses in a row, he felt that he was even more coquettish.

His body also began to feel a little bit wrong.

On the other side, seeing that his movements were beginning to become a little confused, Rand pulled a cunning smile at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand, casually pulled a woman next to him, pushed the woman into Fujiwara Hirohei's arms, and turned to walk to the other side.

And the soldier holding the wine continued to follow him with a wine glass, walking towards another cabinet minister.

When they finished looking at this person's wine, they turned around and saw Fujiwara Hirohei in the middle of the field. At this moment, he was completely flirting with the woman who had just been pushed into his arms.

Seeing this scene, Rand looked indifferent, took out his mobile phone calmly, and pressed the record button.

Recorded the video and posted it to Twitter, all in one go.

After posting, he stretched and walked to his residence.

Tonight is destined to have a good dream.

He fell asleep, and the banquet continued, and the life of luxury was still as it was.

In October, the heat of Tokyo has passed. After struggling in this super city for a day, people dragged their tired bodies back home as night fell.

After eating a simple meal, throw the tired body on the bed, take out the mobile phone, open the chat software, and find familiar friends.

Complain about the day's work with friends, find new topics for the day, or discuss which movie is good.

As the night deepens, friends disperse, and people who still don't want to sleep because of loneliness climb onto Twitter again, wearing masks and chatting with strangers on Twitter, seeking a word or two of comfort.

As they chatted, they received a video pushed by Twitter.

Under the colorful lights, the man they had seen bowing and apologizing many times on TV, with a woman on his left hand and a woman on his right hand, with a satisfied smile on his face, living a life of luxury.

Behind the man, there are more people they have seen on TV.

They no longer have the restraint of bowing and apologizing when they appear on TV, only that little smile from the heart, satisfied.

That smile was so dazzling and so annoying.

On the wall behind these people was a huge screen. On the screen, an elite pilot was broadcasting in English. In front of the pilot were several large red planes.

The picture on the big screen was incompatible with the picture nearby. It looked like two centuries.

In Shinjuku District, a man named Mod Lanzi stood in front of a group of young and middle-aged people.

In his raised right hand, there was a mobile phone playing a video, and the content of the video was exactly the picture of Fujiwara Hirohei holding a microphone and singing My Heart Will Go On under the spotlight.

He pointed to the mobile phone in his right hand with his left hand and shouted at the young men in front of him:

"Look, look, look at what our dear Prime Minister is doing?"

"When we were being exploited by those churches, he was dancing, singing, singing My Heart Will Go On."

"We don't have love, but he does."

"We don't have money, but he does."

"We don't have food for tomorrow, but he does."

"Does he know how much a bowl of ramen costs? He doesn't know, because his ramen is specially made and supplied, more expensive and better than ours."

"He doesn't need to know how much a bowl of ramen costs, because he has plenty of money."

"And we, after a day of hard work, look at the pitiful amount of food in our hands, look at the pitiful dishes, look at the pitiful noodles, and put our hands together and say devoutly, "I'm going to start eating."

"How funny and sad is this?"

"Have you seen the video on Twitter? When Americans eat barbecue, they shave off all the meat with fascia, and only take the best meat."

"At the end of the barbecue, even if they can't finish it, they can just throw it away, because they have a lot of meat."

"Look at us, and look at ourselves."

"After get off work at 6 pm, find an izakaya, order a glass of sake, and then order two skewers. Two skewers plus a glass of sake, drink for a whole half day."

"Is it interesting?"

"I don't think it's interesting."

"What about you? What do you think?"

After asking two questions to the people in front of him, Mo De Lan Zi waved his hands again and again and said to the people in the audience:

"Don't rush to answer, let's go, it's late at night, let's go have a bowl of ramen, and then go back to have a good rest."

After saying this, he put his hands in his pockets, jumped down from two steps, swayed his body left and right, led the team out of the dim light, and walked towards the ramen stall in the distance.

The rest of the people followed him slowly, thinking as they walked.

Such days are really boring.

…………

Kyushu Island.

Kure Port Naval Base.

This naval base is located in Kure City, Hiroshima Prefecture, Kyushu Island, Japan, and Kure Bay in the north of the Seto Inland Sea, hence the name Kure Port.

It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and the sea on one side. The Pacific Ocean is just outside the door, and it is a rare deep-water port.

Because of this, the Kure Port Naval Base has also become the largest submarine base, the largest aircraft carrier home port, the only transport ship base and one of the large minesweeper fleet bases of the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force.

There are also complete sets of shipbuilding facilities around the naval base, which is also an important shipbuilding base.

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

The ships and submarines that were supposed to cruise on the sea are now all lying inside the base, and the people on the ships and submarines are also lying in their respective positions, lying dead.

The people below are lying, but the senior officials of several bases are not lying.

Although it is late at night, they are still guarding the command center of the naval base, silently waiting for a message.

Finally, when they were getting impatient, the commander of the First Maritime Self-Defense Transport Squadron, Taisaburo Ohira, walked into the command center with a cell phone in his hand and a sullen face.

He threw the cell phone onto the sand table in the middle, pointed at it and said:

"No wonder all the ships have to roll back, and the ships that can't roll back have to be disconnected from the power on the spot."

"Look, our prime minister, our cabinet prime minister, while we are in a mess and busy discussing defense countermeasures, they are dancing, singing, and playing with women."

"They are groveling and trying to please the Americans!"

"This is simply unreasonable, it's a betrayal of Japan."

"We are still here discussing countermeasures, discussing which plan is better, and then waiting for them to make a decision."

"That's enough!"

"I've had enough of this boring day, I don't want to go on, I want to go home."

Say what you want to say in your heart as quickly as possible, Taisaburo Ohira tore off his clothes and threw them on the ground.

After throwing away his clothes, he still felt unsatisfied, so he jumped up and stepped on them twice.

Then he turned away, cursing.

The people who stayed in the place looked at each other, swiped their phones again, and cast their eyes on the mobile phone on the sand table.

A middle-aged man picked up his phone, selected the video, dragged the progress bar to the front, and chose to play again.

As soon as the video started, a strange accent came from the speaker of the phone, and Fujiwara Hirohei's figure appeared in the middle of the screen.

He stood under the spotlight, singing so intoxicatedly and so devotedly.

Later, he was hugged by women on the left and the right, one in front of him, and one behind him.

Seeing the back, the middle-aged man holding the phone simply turned off the screen, threw the phone aside, and ignored it.

The other people present withdrew their eyes from the phone and fell on the sand table in front of them, looking at the small flags inserted on the sand table and some comments they wrote.

They just felt that this day was boring.

Very, very boring.

I was patching things up in the front, trying to find a solution, while the people behind me were living a life of luxury, hugging women, singing, and flattering.

So what if I have the ability?

As long as I can get close to the Americans, I have everything.

When everyone came to their senses, the middle-aged man waved his hand indifferently and said:

"Go back and rest. Don't take this so-called discussion today to heart."

"Without the comments of the Congress and the Prime Minister, no matter how many plans we discuss, even if this plan is very good, so good that we have a 100% chance of winning, it is useless."

"So everyone should go back and rest early, rest well, and go to work normally tomorrow."

Leaving this sentence, the middle-aged man turned around and walked out of the command center without looking back.

The people who still stayed in the command center looked at the open door, looked at each other, and then saw a touch of self-mockery on each other's faces.

After self-mockery, one by one turned around and left.

The middle-aged man who left first returned to his residence with a long sigh. After washing up, he did not rush to sleep, but walked into the study.

He turned on the desk lamp on the desk, took a copy of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms from the bookshelf, and slowly flipped through it under the bright desk lamp.

Just after reading two pages, the doorbell rang suddenly. The middle-aged man sighed, put the book on the table, and stood up to open the door.

The door opened, and it was Taisaburo Ohira who left the command center first.

At this moment, he no longer had the resentment at the beginning. Looking at the middle-aged man who opened the door, he had a hint of flattery in his eyes, with a deep humility, and then asked softly:

"Qianye Jun, do you have any thoughts on this matter?"

Qianye Qingzhi did not speak, but turned his body sideways, let the other party into the room, filled a pot of tea, and then led the other party into the study with tea.

After serving a cup of tea, he threw the Romance of the Three Kingdoms that he had not finished reading just now: "You can take a good look."

The book was in Taisaburo Ohira's hands.

Looking at the thick cover and the heavy weight in his hand, he didn't quite understand why the person in front of him gave him this book.

But based on the idea that the other party was a senior and he should do what he said, Taisaburo Ohira opened the book in his hand.

At this time, he found a bookmark in the book. When he turned to the bookmark, he saw a sentence.

A sentence that made people excited.

[How can a man be depressed and live under others for a long time? 】

Just a simple sentence made his heart surge and made him want to go to plow two acres of land.

After staring at this sentence for a long time, Ohira Tasaburo reluctantly moved his eyes away from the book and fell on Chiba Qingzhi opposite him.

The other party still had a gentle face. At this moment, he was holding a cup of tea and drinking quietly beside him, as if everything here had nothing to do with him.

Feeling Ohira Tasaburo's gaze, Chiba Qingzhi slowly raised his head, looked at the person in front of him, and explained softly:

"What you just saw is my attitude."

"I'm not young anymore, but I haven't made any achievements, and I haven't left my name in history."

"But now, I think the time has come."