Chapter 1007 Shocking Flyer (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

The next day, 7:15 in the morning.

In the dark room, a pair of eyes slowly opened, and Makoto Sakaki lifted the quilt and sat up.

There were still 15 minutes before the alarm clock was set, but he woke up early for the first time. You know, he is the type who can't wake up and doesn't get up. Today.

The situation seems to be different.

Pulling open the curtains, the morning sun is a little dazzling. The sparrows that stayed on the window sill flapped their wings and flew away quickly from the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. Makoto Sakaki opened the window, and the cool air refreshed him.

After washing and changing clothes, someone knocked on the door.

Dongdong!

"Mr. Sakaki Makoto?"

The maid's voice came from outside:

"Breakfast is ready, please come over to eat, sir."

"Got it, I'll be there right away."

Facing the full-length mirror, Sakaki Makoto tied the silver tie that Miss Miyano gave him, turned around and took out the MK23 from under the pillow, unloaded it for inspection, put it in his waist after confirming that it was correct, grabbed the suit jacket on the chair, and strode out of the room.

7:30 in the morning.

In the restaurant as big as a basketball court, the long table that can accommodate 20 people is covered with a neat white cloth, the tableware is spotless and gleaming silver, the gray-haired old man sits at the head of the table, and the beautiful maid is putting a napkin on him.

Seeing Sakaki Makoto coming, the old man smiled and waved, motioning him to sit next to him, showing a very enthusiastic attitude. Is it because of his grandfather's face that he is so kind?

Sakaki Makoto doesn't think so. The old man hasn't contacted his grandfather for 20 years. What's there to entertain?

Preliminary judgment

It is probably related to the cabinet minister named Karasuma.

"Come and try it, this is the breakfast made by the chef invited from Hyotei, it tastes very good."

Sakaki Makoto has heard of the name of Hyotei, a Michelin three-star restaurant in Kyoto, famous for its kaiseki cuisine, and its specialty is the porridge set meal without a menu.

The strength of the Domon family is definitely extraordinary to be able to invite a Michelin three-star chef to come to their home to cook for them.

Looking down, Sakaki Makoto saw several small porcelain bowls with exquisite carvings in front of him, with bright and uniform glaze, the work of a famous artist.

The bowls and plates were piled with different kinds of side dishes, pickled cucumbers, eggplant puree, pickled octopus feet, cut into two halves of soft-boiled eggs, fried saury, and white porridge.

Each portion is not large, and can be eaten in two or three bites, but the advantage is the large quantity. After eating six or seven kinds of side dishes, at least one-third of the stomach is full.

From the perspective of health preservation, eating too much is bad for the body. In addition to taking care of the elderly, Sakaki Cheng also understands the chef's thoughts.

The restaurant was empty. Sakaki Cheng picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of pickled cucumber and put it in his mouth. He drank a mouthful of porridge, and the fragrance was fragrant. The taste was really good.

"Boss Domon, isn't Miss Mie coming to have breakfast?"

While eating, Sakaki Cheng found that there were only three people at the table, him, Domon Yasuki and the old man. Domon Yasuki's mother and wife were not there.

Hearing this, Domon Yasuki swallowed the food and said:

"She is not feeling well, so she won't come."

When saying this, Domon Yasuki glanced at the old man, and it was obvious that there was something hidden. Sakaki Cheng didn't ask much. Anyway, his task was just to protect Domon Yasuki, and he didn't have to worry about anything else.

After breakfast, Domon Yasuki and the old man got into different vehicles and left the villa.

The Mercedes-Benz drove towards Meiji Shrine. In the car, Makoto Sakaki mentioned Junji Senzu:

"Boss, I heard that Junji Senzu used the pension system issue to canvass votes for himself. Will it affect our election?"

"It will definitely have an impact."

Tsuchi Yasuki knew about this a long time ago and said calmly:

"Many people who support Junji Senzu appeared on the streets this morning, but it's no big deal. My support rate is still stable at around 55%, while Junji Senzu only has 35%."

There are three candidates for the parliamentary election this time. 55% support rate is a terrifying number. As long as it is maintained, the seat of the new member of parliament will fall into the pocket of Yasuki Domon.

"Mr. Domon, the support group just sent a message that your approval rating has dropped to 51%."

The secretary held the phone and said:

"Tokiwa Eisaku's approval rating is 9%, and Sento Junji's approval rating is 40%"

"Oh"

Tomo Yasuki frowned slightly:

"In just one night, Sento Junji's approval rating has increased by 15%?"

"Yes, and his approval rating is still rising. At this rate, it will reach 45% this evening, and your approval rating will drop below 50%."

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became much duller. The approval rating represents the voting rate. Whoever gets more votes will be elected as a member of parliament. Originally, Sento Junji's approval rating was less than 30%, but now, with a public speech, the situation has been reversed in an instant.

"This really surprised me."

Most of Tokiwa Eisaku's supporters are related to the medical field, such as doctors, nurses and medical students in major hospitals. This group of people has high stickiness. Tokiwa Eisaku promised them benefits and will not change their minds easily. At worst, they can have a support rate of nearly 10%.

Similarly, most of Domon Yasuki's supporters come from the military and are very fixed. Senzu Junji is a popular actor, and with the help of the Siling Group, he has the highest basic support rate.

The reason why Senzu Junji was suppressed by Domon Yasuki was purely because he did not find the right direction at the beginning. He thought that he could gain public support with his face, but he was greatly disappointed. Except for some brainless fans, no one bought his account!

After changing the campaign strategy, the effect was immediate.

After a while, the car drove into the central area. There were obviously more vehicles on the road. At the wide intersection, every time the traffic light changed, a huge crowd would pass by in an orderly manner.

And among the crowd, Sakaki saw a group of strong men in black clothes. Each of them held a stack of leaflets and handed them out to passers-by. Anyone who dared not accept them would often get a fierce look. Looking at it, he looks very domineering.

All are gang members!

Sakaki recognized at a glance that several of the strong men were from the Nissenkai. He had just seen them two days ago!

What's going on?

Have gang members been reduced to handing out leaflets on the roadside to make ends meet?

"parking."

The Mercedes turned the intersection and stopped temporarily on the street. Tumen Yasuhui said:

"Mr. Sakaki, it's not convenient for me to come forward. Please go and inquire about the situation and see what those people are doing."

"good."

Without hesitation, Sakaki unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car, blending into the crowd.

With the help of the crowd's cover, Sakaki came to a strange gang member. Before he could speak, a red leaflet was handed over.

【Big crisis! The hope of the future, the savior of Japan, Senzu Junji made an explosive speech! Answer your confusion and make the future no longer confusing! 】

"This flyer"

Looking at the exaggerated fonts and eye-catching personal photos on the flyer, Sakaki said with shame:

"It smells bad"