i am hokage in tokyo

Chapter 344 Chapter 345

In the Naniwa area, the night gradually spread, inside the venue of the Wenyihui.

"How come there are only so many pots sold, but none of the books?"

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and famous brands all over his body sat on the sofa and flipped through the ledger in his hand.

"My mother was already very dissatisfied with Osaka's donation last month. With the current figure, her old man will be angry."

In front of him, a bald old man in a white robe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said:
"Master Wen Zaizhong, is 2500 million yen a book now, is it a bit too much? If it drops a little..."

"It can't be lowered anymore! If it continues to be lowered, what majesty does Shengzhen still have? Sure enough, the people of Osaka who are greedy for petty gain are the most impious!"

The middle-aged man frowned, his face changed suddenly, and he scolded:

"Whether you are cheating or cheating, you must sell at least one in Osaka next month, otherwise your position will be replaced by someone else."

"Yes Yes Yes."

"All in all, you must at least give me this number before next month."

Wen Zaizhong, with a pale complexion and dark eyes, raised his palm and stretched out five fingers.

"understand!"

The bald old man nodded and bowed repeatedly to Wen Zaizhong, who was 20 years younger than him, and smiled carefully.

After the old president died suddenly a few years ago, the power of Wen Yihui fell on his wife and a dozen children of the Wen family.

The fifth son, Wen Zaizhong, is also one of the few power figures in the interior, and there are even calls for him to take over the throne of the next president.

Seeing that the bald old man was so obedient, Wen Zaizhong also nodded in satisfaction.

"Knock knock knock."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Standing behind Wen Zaizhong's sofa, a burly bodyguard with a bulging waist stepped forward to open the door under Wen Zaizhong's gaze.

A fat man with a fat head and stomach, holding a newspaper in his hand, walked in with a flattering face.

"My lord, this is the evening paper of the Asahi Shimbun."

Wen Zaizhong took the newspaper and opened it. On the second page, he saw the news report "Car Overturned in Dotonbori River, Che Yamashita may have died".

"This bastard is dead! Really happy."

Wen Zaizhong immediately jumped up from the sofa, pacing back and forth excitedly in the room.

Wen Zaizhong gritted his teeth with hatred for Che Shanxia, ​​who pierced the sky with a single shot, cut off Wen Yihui's fortune, and shrunk his assets greatly.

This is all my money!
"At the meeting later, I must announce the death of Shanshita Che to everyone. This is the punishment of God!"

After venting his joy, Wen Zaizhong turned around and said to the fat man:

"I didn't expect you to tip the news, and the news turned out to be true. Yes, what's your name?"

"He is my brother-in-law Yusuke Baba."

The bald old man rubbed his hands and said jokingly:

"And today's security work is in charge of him."

"Oh? Talk about it."

Wen Zaizhong suddenly became very interested.

To engage in such an act of anger and grievance, the higher-ups naturally attach the most importance to their own personal safety. However, even if the victim has the intention to take revenge, they often have no way to take advantage of it.

Especially after such an earth-shattering event, the top management is like a frightened bird, panicking all day long.

However, two years have passed since the shooting, and they have gradually relaxed and resumed their activities.

"Only core members with more than five years of qualifications can enter the venue, and others can only listen outside the venue."

Yusuke Baba straightened his chest and drew in his abdomen, trying to put his belly away.

"We have also prepared patrolling and vigilant personnel inside and outside the venue, just like iron barrels, to ensure nothing goes wrong!"

"Yo Xi Yo Xi, work hard! When I become the president, I will promote you."

Although Wen Zaizhong took several bodyguards with him when he traveled, no one would think that the guards were too considerate. He nodded approvingly and patted Yusuke Baba on the shoulder.

Yusuke Baba couldn't help beaming with joy, and even his bones softened by three points.

A personal attendant came in, bowed and said:
"It's time to change clothes and prepare for the next meeting."

Five minutes later, Wen Zaizhong, wearing a crown inlaid with gemstones, changed into a gorgeous red robe, and surrounded by everyone, came to a unique building deep in the manor.

Pushing the door open, nearly a hundred men and women had already gathered in the hall.

Most of them have bitter faces and shabby clothes.

Even if they have tens of millions of wealth, they can't stand Wen Yihui's bone-draining marrow. There are many people who sold their real estate and got heavily in debt to buy Wen Yihui's broken pots and books.

But when they saw Wen Zaizhong and other organizers walk in, their expressions suddenly became excited, and they cheered:

"Lord Wen Zaizhong!"

"Lord Wen Zaizhong!"

The cheers nearly knocked the roof off.

The majestic Wen Zaizhong kept waving his hands, with a reserved expression, he walked slowly to the middle of the hall.

"Brothers and sisters, today we are gathered here to celebrate the death sentence of Che under the devil mountain."

The bald old man stood up, spit flying, and proclaimed impassionedly.

"I have even better news to tell you! Che Shanxia, ​​who has committed a lot of crimes, has been punished by the gods and drowned him in the river."

Yusuke Baba and other entourages, who had been prepared for a long time, distributed the newspapers they bought.

The others looked at the news in the newspaper in amazement that Che Shanxia was dead after falling into the water.

The bald old man shook his lips, and attributed all this to God's punishment of sinners.

Under his instigation, the atmosphere at the scene became more and more frenzied, and everyone admired and marveled at the mighty power of the gods.

The following ceremony was originally a stinky and long prayer and singing of praises, which were all brainwashing methods used by Wen Yihui.

But today Wen Zaizhong decided to try something new.

He gave a look to the bald old man, and the latter immediately understood.

"Everyone looks at me!"

The bald old man chanted in a pretentious way:

"Lord Wen Zaizhong, you have obtained the apocalypse from the Lord of Mount Tai, and you have learned the ritual of the Lord of Mount Tai!"

Many people looked at each other in blank dismay, dubious.

"Is it really possible? Taishan Mansion Lord Sacrifice?"

"Ah, Master Wen Zaizhong, quickly let us witness the miracle!"

The attendants who were placed in advance in the crowd began to clamor.

Wen Zaizhong pretended to ponder, and reluctantly agreed to come up.

Immediately, several attendants rushed up carrying large and small items to arrange the scene.

Candlesticks, talismans smeared with unknown ink, burnt furnaces, shimenawa and other utensils and props with Buddhist and Shinto colors were placed beside Wen Zaizhong.

In order to create a mysterious and eerie atmosphere, the lights on the ceiling of the hall were extinguished and plunged into darkness.

"Yeah, yah..."

While the candlelight was beating, Wen Zaizhong chanted eerie mantras, twisted his limbs, danced with his hands and feet, and began to dance the Great God.

"The soul is coming back, coming back..."

After dancing for a full minute, Wen Zaizhong's face suddenly turned red, and he shouted:
"Your Majesty of Taishan Mansion loves me!"

Then he fell headfirst to the ground, convulsing and rolling on the ground as if he had epilepsy!
"Wow!"

Someone couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Hush! Master Wen Zaizhong is communicating with Lord Taishan, please don't disturb him."

The bald old man tried not to laugh out loud, and warned seriously.

The next moment, Wen Zaizhong, with disheveled hair, got up from the ground with his face hanging down, and extruded a low and hoarse voice from his abdominal cavity:
"Where is this place...why am I here..."

Someone asked, "You, are you Lord Taishan?"

"It's me! It's me."

The crowd immediately went into an uproar.

Lord Taishan has really been summoned!
"This is Osaka! Master Wen Zaizhong invited you here."

The attendants placed in the crowd immediately began to ask questions according to the original script:
"Master Taishan, may I ask how the old president is doing in another world?"

"very good……"

The voice of 'Taishan Fujun' was neither urgent nor slow, it sounded sinister and sent chills down the spine.

"I have already issued an order. The old president has everything in another world. He lived very happily and even gave birth to a child."

"That would be great!"

The bald old man looked strange, as if he was holding back a laugh, and declared in a tone almost aria:

"I invited you here today to ask you about Che Yamashita..."

"Oh... I already know."

'Taishan Fujun' still hangs his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

"I'm going to send him to the eighteenth level of hell. He will be tortured for eternity, and he will never be reborn!"

"Lord Wen Zaizhong has indeed been approved by Lord Taishan!"

Immediately, someone began to sing together, boasting:
"That's right. Master Wen Zaizhong is the best candidate to inherit the position of president! We will support him to the death!"

"Woooooooo..."

Although some people were half-believing, they knelt down and kowtowed to Wen Zaizhong under the frenzied atmosphere of the scene.

Taking a peek at the mesmerized people, Wen Zaizhong nodded in satisfaction.

It seems to work well.

Wen Zaizhong tried his best to integrate Taishan Fujun into it, so he was attacked by other brothers and sisters who coveted the big position, accusing him of 'rebellion'.

But how could those short-sighted trash know his ambitions.

Times have changed!

After the advent of the extraordinary era, if you still stick to your old ways and refuse to keep pace with the times, Wen Yi will also be eliminated!

As for some people saying that Lord Taishan is the lord of hell, isn't he afraid of the judgment after death?
But don't talk nonsense, we are extremely devout worshiping Lord Taishan!
The Japanese government did not say that we have problems, so why slander us for innocence?
Besides, I haven't seen anyone bluffing and cheating under the banner of Taishan Mansion Lord, who was punished by God, and other people became more courageous.

It is human nature not to shed tears without seeing the coffin.

"Next, Lord Taishan will summon the soul of the sinner Che Shanxia."

The bald old man opened his hands and announced in a rhythmic tone:
"Let us see the end of the sinner, listen to his wailing and repentance, and learn from it! Don't deviate from the right way!"

Wen Zaizhong's body trembled, his hands and feet twitched again, and he was about to dance to the master.

"call--"

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew from nowhere, and all the candlesticks in the hall went out.

Suddenly plunged into a pitch blackness.

Everyone was inexplicably cold all over, and their hair stood on end, as if something really came back to the world from the netherworld.

"Don't panic..."

The bald old man forced himself to be calm and spoke.

"puff!"

Suddenly, several of the extinguished candles rekindled.

The candlelight was flickering, and the darkness was uncertain, reflecting a face that was as angry as a ghost and as cold as a god of death.

Everyone was stunned.

They all know this face.

"Shan, Shan Shan Shan Shan... Shan Xia, Shan Xia Che!"

(End of this chapter)