Chapter 835 Everything Is Ready! (First Update!)

Qianye Qingzhi's words made Ohira Tasaburo stunned for a moment, and then he returned his gaze to the book in his hand.

[How can a real man be depressed and under others for a long time? ]

He admitted that this sentence was very inspiring, but he did not think that the time had come.

He suddenly closed the book in his hands, took a half step back, retreated to the side of the bookshelf, leaned against the bookshelf, and asked curiously:

"Why do you think the time has come now?"

"Do you know why South Korea is in chaos?" Qianye Qingzhi suddenly spoke, his eyes bright, and at the same time, an inexplicable excitement emerged on his face.

Before Ohira Tasaburo could respond, he answered himself:

"The reason is very simple, just like Japan back then."

"It developed too rapidly, and then caught America's eye, or robbed America of its money."

"America led the world into semiconductors, but it was Japan and South Korea that developed them, especially South Korea. The semiconductor industry in South Korea has developed rapidly in the past two years."

"America couldn't stand it, so she quietly moved her little finger."

"Once this finger moved, the whole of South Korea was in chaos."

"According to the information I received, many Japanese chaebols also took the opportunity to reach out to South Korea."

"South Korea's chaos this time Chaos was originally America's way of hitting South Korea, but Japan's move is equivalent to snatching food from America's mouth. "

"I guess those videos of Fujiwara Hirohei are America's counterattack."

"By doing this, Americans are sending a message to the outside world that they are very unhappy with Fujiwara Hirohei."

"This is the opportunity I'm talking about."

"If we want to make some moves, we don't need to do better than Fujiwara Hirohei, we just need to be more obedient than Fujiwara Hirohei."

"Americans will support us."

Qiye Qingzhi's words were loud and clear, and Ohira Taisaburo couldn't help but fall into deep thought when he heard them.

He was thinking about how much truth and how much falsehood there were in these words.

Of course, he considered more about the attitude of Americans.

The attitude of Americans towards Fujiwara Hirohei.

Is it really so bad that they need to replace him, or is it just for the sake of hitting.

As an old hand in the officialdom, he knew very well that this was the key.

If America just wants to hit Fujiwara Hirohei, then they are jumping around in there, which is equivalent to jumping clowns. In the end, they are the ones who lose face, lose their official positions, and lose money.

Fujiwara Hirohei and the Americans have to sit together and watch their jokes.

But if they want to change people, then if they jump out now, it will just fulfill the American's wish.

After thinking for a long time, Ohira Taisaburo made a decision in his heart.

It is necessary to understand the attitude of the Americans and make preparations for both situations.

With a decision in mind, his frown instantly relaxed, and he took two steps forward slowly, walked to Qianye Qingzhi, and lowered his voice:

"What should we do?"

Hearing this low voice, Qianye Qingzhi leaned back, revealing an unfathomable expression: "Test the attitude of the Americans!"

"Don't worry, I will be responsible for these things, you just need to follow me."

"It's getting late, you go back first."

After hearing Qianye Qingzhi's words, Ohira Tasaburo did not stay too long, and directly chose to turn around and leave.

Qianye Qingzhi, who stayed in the study, sat by the window and saw Ohira Tasaburo's car leave, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

After the person on the other end of the phone answered the call, he said softly:

"Our Prime Minister did not coordinate at this critical moment, but went to eat, drink, gamble and whore. I think he is not suitable to continue to be the Prime Minister."

"Let our young people get active!"

After saying this, he hung up the phone and sat by the window, staring at the waning moon in the sky in a daze.

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Fujiwara Hirohei had a dream, a very, very beautiful dream.

He was simply a superman in the dream.

This dream was so beautiful that he didn't want to wake up.

But he would wake up after all.

The person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, shook his head, which was still a little hungover, and looked around, only to find that this was a very beautifully decorated room.

If rated according to the hotels he had stayed in, this would be at least a seven-star hotel.

He was the only one in the room, no one else.

Or rather, the others had left, leaving only him.

He closed his eyes, took a breath of the remaining breath in the air, and then exhaled heavily. He knew that it was not a dream last night, and he was indeed a superman last night.

She took a few deep breaths, exhaled all the turbid air in her lungs, and replaced it with fresh air. Then she forced herself to get up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When he appeared again and opened the door, half an hour had passed.

The heavy door opened, and outside was the secretary who was waiting.

The secretary's beautiful face was full of panic at this moment. When she saw Fujiwara Hirohei, she immediately handed over the documents in her hand, and said a lot of words at the same time:

"Prime Minister, the video of you dancing and singing last night was posted on Twitter, which has caused a lot of public opinion."

"We have been eliminating the relevant influence, but there have been people behind the scenes who have been fanning the flames, so we have tried our best, but we still can't resist the other party."

"Students from many universities in the country saw the madness of you and the cabinet minister last night, and have now begun to organize demonstrations in various schools to demand an explanation from you and the cabinet minister."

"If you don't... don't give an explanation, they... they're saying they're going to step you down."

After a moment's hesitation, the female secretary still hesitantly said the complete words of the college students.

After saying that, he stood aside and lowered his head, waiting for Fujiwara Kohei's response.

Fujiwara Kohei, who was holding the document, also opened the document while the female secretary was talking.

The documents found were some comments on the Internet, as well as the situation of the demonstrations in various universities.

After browsing for a while, he threw it to another secretary next to him, then reached out to lift the female secretary's chin and said domineeringly:

"Don't worry about it, clown. I will let them know how cruel this world is later."

"Send a message to the cabinet members and ask them to each choose a school to stop the students who are marching and give them a good lecture."

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In front of the Tokyo Institute of Technology, angry students were ready. The boys in front held banners and tied Japanese flags to their arms, moving forward in indignation.

Behind them were more students, holding small flags in their hands, walking and shouting.

"Let Fujiwara Kohei come out and explain!"

"Let Fujiwara Kohei and the cabinet come out and apologize!"

"Let Fujiwara Kohei come out!"

"Let Fujiwara Kohei come out!"

As these students took to the streets, and as their slogans rang out, more and more people joined in and started chanting slogans as well.

Under the streetlight on the side of the road, Zhu Zhifeng held his camera and gently pressed the shutter on the students chanting slogans to record these vivid faces.

Next to him was Kitajima Sakurai, who was also holding a camera. After pressing the shutter button, she turned her head and whispered in awkward Mandarin to Zhu Zhifeng:

"Why did you take their picture?"

"It's just a record!" Zhu Zhifeng moved the camera to the side and focused on a girl standing at the bus stop handing out flyers.

Lock on the other person's smiling face and press the shutter lightly.

With a click, the girl's smiling face was locked, and the camera shifted again, to the side, to the boy standing on the trash can and waving his arms vigorously.

The boys' dressing is different from that of ordinary Japanese students.

The lower body is a pair of black cropped pants, white sneakers, and the upper body is a white short T-shirt. He stands on the trash can, with a concave shape, and waves his arms forward vigorously.

Sweat fell from his forehead, and every time he waved his arms, people could clearly see the muscles on his body.

Click.

After taking a picture of this boy's appearance, Zhu Zhifeng turned around and said to Kitajima Sakurai:

"Let's go! It's time to draw an end."

The pair walked back, cameras in hand, through streets and alleys before getting into a van on the side of the road.

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In the van, three middle-aged men dressed like locals were squatting on the floor of the van, carefully disassembling the firearms in their hands.

One of the men was Kenji Takahashi.

Seeing the two people climbing into the co-pilot and main driver, Kenji Takahashi turned his head and pointed at the firearm in his hand:

"This gun isn't very good."

The guns in the hands of the three men looked a lot like Winchester's double-barreled shotgun, but much shorter.

Moreover, from the overall appearance, it is a bit ugly.

And these three guns have three different shapes.

Parts and ammo are not universal.

Therefore, the three of them have been playing around here.

"As long as you can spray people to death." Zhu Zhifeng didn't even look back, twisting the key inserted under the steering wheel, looking up at the front, and said in an ethereal voice:

"The killing range is 30 meters. From a distance of 30 meters, there is a certain chance of being rescued."

"Within 20 meters, there is no hope."

"Within 10 meters, no need to save."

"I suggest you hit the abdomen, because that location is wider and easier to hit."

"After being hit, he might not die on the spot, and he might even be pulled out for resuscitation."

"When you are arrested, when we find a lawyer for you, the lawyer can also help you defend. They did not die from gunshot wounds, but from excessive blood loss."

"Maybe you can be released after two years in prison."

Zhu Zhifeng's words caused the three men who were playing with guns to stop and look at each other with doubts on their faces. They all saw suspicion in each other's eyes.

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At this moment, the voice of Radio Tokyo came from the van's radio.

"Prime Minister Mr. Fujiwara Kohei has departed from the Prime Minister's Residence and is on his way to the University of Tokyo. He will give a speech at the University of Tokyo and give a detailed explanation of what happened last night."

Hearing the sound of the radio, Zhu Zhifeng stopped the car, thought for a moment, and drove to the University of Tokyo.

Along the way, there were some remote trails, and he avoided all the places that could avoid cameras.

Two or three blocks away, he dropped the three men off the car one after another, then turned the car around and headed west.

He found a secluded spot and parked the car. He took out his mobile phone, found the contact number of Mod Basket, and texted 1.

Then, he took out the phone card, broke it off, and threw it on the heads of passing vehicles.

After doing all this, he turned back and looked at Kitajima Sakurai behind him:

"I'm leaving."

The girl did not answer immediately, but stood there, tiptoeing, and then stepped down again.

He placed his hands nervously by his sides, staring blankly at the person in front of him with his big eyes:

"Do you want to kill me and silence me?"

"Am I that kind of person?" Zhu Zhifeng rolled his eyes, took out another phone card from his pocket and stuffed it into his phone, turned on the phone, and then turned around and said:

"I'm going to Libya to wash dishes."

Hearing the excuse of washing the dishes again, the girl subconsciously narrowed her eyes with a look of disgust on her face. But out of disgust, she put her hands behind her back and stared at the ground. She raised her left foot and kept the sole of her foot on the ground. He crossed himself and said timidly: "Then I'll go with you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a passport and a ticket appeared in front of her: "Let's go!"

Waseda University.

Mo Debasket looked at the man in front of him, thought for a moment, and took out two Holy Grails from his pocket and handed them over.

He grabbed the hand of the man opposite him, patted the Holy Grail into his hand, and told him to hold on tightly before he warned:

"Remember, what you do is to replace the gods and clean up the filth in the world."

"When you are indecisive about something, remember to ask the gods. The gods will guide you in the right direction when you are hesitant."

"Now it is your turn to ask the gods whether you should carry out this final execution."

After finishing speaking, Mo Debasket took a step back, leaving space for the man in front of him.

The man held the Holy Grail in his hand, making a crunching sound.

Then, he knelt down devoutly, held up the two Holy Grails with both hands, touched his forehead lightly, and then gently dropped them.

The two Holy Grails fell to the ground and collided with a crisp sound.

One yin and one yang!

The man did not speak, but bowed to the Holy Grail on the ground, picked up the Holy Grail, and dropped it again.

One yin and one yang!

He bowed again, picked up the Holy Grail again, and dropped it again.

Still a yin and a yang.

Seeing this scene, the man knelt on the ground and bowed to the Holy Grail on the ground.

After maintaining this action for a few minutes, he slowly stretched out his hands against the ground, held the Holy Grail in his hands, and then slowly took it back. At this time, his body slowly straightened up, and he held the Holy Grail to his chest, and then stuffed it into his arms. .

Standing up, he glanced at Mod's basket softly, then turned and left without looking back.

After watching the man leave, Mo Debasket also turned around and left quickly.

I walked out of the university, crossed two streets, got into a Mitsubishi Pajero, kicked the accelerator, and headed straight for the airport.

Only then did he have time to take out his phone and check the information.

There are more than a dozen text messages in the mobile phone, and there is only one number 1 in these dozens of text messages.

Seeing this 1, he smiled, found a place to park, took out the phone card from his phone and threw it away, replacing it with another phone card.

Turn on the phone, find the only number on this phone card, and send a 1.

After sending it, he continued driving to the airport.

When I was about to arrive at the airport, my phone vibrated with a new text message.

In the text message, there is only one 1.