Chapter three hundred and sixty second best Jiping Lang
Shi Zhong expressed his doubts, and Fujiwara did not hide it, saying: "The Chrysanthemum Society can be said to be the highest association in Japan. In a sense, it can be said to be a parliament. It is not an exaggeration to say that it can determine the fate of Japan.
The elders inside are mainly the heads of the major families in Japan, who are real nobles, and of course there are some senior executives of financial groups. However, only the president can become an elder, and there is only one. In name, the helm of the Chrysanthemum Club is the royal family, but under the leadership of the Cardinal
At the meeting, the royal family was no longer able to fully control the Chrysanthemum Club, and the major families seemed to have become a tripartite force!"
Shi Zhong was shocked when he heard this and asked: "Don't the Japanese royal family only receive nominal treatment? Do you mean that they still have great power?".
Fujiwara nodded: "The influence of several princes in the royal family is still very high, especially Prince Masahito, the grandfather of Boyi just now. In your words, he is the elder. Many families are in the second generation.
We all received favors from him during the war, which is why several major families dare not openly refute the royal family's reputation... In the past, the Fujiwara family was the head of the major families, but unfortunately, the former glory is no longer."
"Aren't you also an elder?" Shi Zhong asked.
"My eldership can only be regarded as a name in name. After all, with the current strength of the Fujiwara family, it is impossible to obtain real power. This is also the reason why several major families have acquiesced in my entry into the Council of Elders. After all, among them,
There used to be people who had a good relationship with the Fujiwara family, but as time goes by, these friendships have become insignificant in the face of interests!" Fujiwara said, his face a little lonely.
"It's okay, let's work hard together. Trust me!" Shi Zhong patted Fujiwara on the shoulder. He could feel that Fujiwara valued family honor more than life. This was also the reason why he was loyal to him in the first place.
"This is what I firmly believe!" Fujiwara met Shi Zhong's eyes.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of glass breaking, and it was right next to the stone clock. Fujiwara's face changed slightly. He remembered that Boyi was sitting there. He and Boyi talked back, but they were limited to talking back. He really said that he and Boyi were talking back.
Yi took action, but he didn't have the courage to rush into His Royal Highness. This was a big crime.
"Boss, let me go over and take a look!" Fujiwara lowered his voice. He waved his hand and took two subordinates with him. He was not worried about Shi Zhong's safety. He was not an ordinary person who could win Yun Congya from the tribunal.
Shi Zhong looked around and was suddenly startled. He met an old acquaintance, Jiheiro, who he met on the ship. At this time, he was carelessly holding a wine bottle with only half of it left in his hand, and holding a girl in gorgeous clothes with his other arm.
, yelling curses there, while Boyi opposite him was holding his head and bending down. Boyi's two subordinates were rushing over there, rushing towards Jihirang.
Shi Zhong secretly sighed, this world is so damn small. When I heard others say this before, I would always secretly mutter that it was fucking nonsense. I didn't expect that this time I would say this.
As if feeling Shi Zhong's eyes, Jiheiro looked over and was stunned when he saw Shi Zhong. He was overjoyed immediately, backed away from the person next to him, and ran towards Shi Zhong, and behind him, Boyi's
One of his subordinates.
"Aha, boss, save me!" Jihirang shouted loudly in Chinese.
Shi Zhong Yanneng didn't know what he was planning. He didn't want to attract fire so that he could escape. He slapped Ji Pinglang away from him and said, "Get out of here, I don't know you!"
Ji Pinglang got up, approached Shi Zhong, and said loudly: "Boss, didn't you ask me to take action just now? You see, I beat that damn guy until his head was covered with blood. You shouldn't burn the bridge by crossing the river!"
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"Grass!"
This guy was too insidious. Shi Zhong looked over there. Sure enough, the subordinate who was chasing him looked at Shi Zhong unkindly, but he obviously recognized Shi Zhong and hesitated.
"Boss, you have to save me. I have worked hard for you through life and death. I have no merit but hard work...I don't look at the monk's face, but the Buddha's face!" Jiheiro begged.
"Why did you hit that person? Do you know who that person is?" Shi Zhong said.
"How do I know who he is?" Jihirang said, and then he had a fierce look on his face, "That guy dared to touch my horse. Doesn't he know that my uncle Jihirang's horse is untouchable?"
Shi Zhong had a headache. This guy was really hopeless. He patted his forehead and said, "The person who touched your horse just now is a member of the royal family, and he is also a prince!"
Shi Zhong originally thought that this guy would have a scared expression on his face, but this wretched guy had a look of displeasure on his face: "I call myself the emperor on the Internet, he is just the prince. It's so abominable, I'm better than him."
You're a level above me, but you don't even know how to respect me!"
Shi Zhong: "..."
"Baga, why are you still standing here? Why don't you hurry up and catch that daring guy!" Boyi covered his forehead and walked over with the support of his subordinates. He shouted at the hesitating subordinate.
I have grown up in a privileged environment and have never been hurt like this. It is really unreasonable. When did Tokyo, the capital, become such a chaotic place.
At this time, Fujiwara returned to the stone bell. Since Boyi was fine, there was no need for him to pretend to be a good person.
"Your Highness, where is he!" The subordinate hesitated, pointing to Jiheiro next to the stone clock.
"Is it you? Damn Chinese, believe it or not, I'll call you and send you back to the country right now!" Boyi shouted angrily.
"What is he talking about?" Shi Zhong heard Boyi spitting out a lot of spit at him, and turned to ask Fujiwara.
"He...is scolding you!" Fujiwara had a headache. Looking at this posture, the boss seemed to know the person who injured Boyi, but Boyi was really stupid enough. A dignified samurai would be beaten by an unbound man.
A man with the strength of a chicken was injured. With Fujiwara's eyes, it was natural to see that Kichihiro's body was weak and he was obviously drunk too much.
"Tell him... Well, I'm really sorry, just say that I am willing to treat him to a drink, and I can also heal his injuries immediately!" Shi Zhong said.
Fujiwara translated in the original dialect, but Boyi said something angrily. Fujiwara Masayoshi translated, but Shi Zhong became impatient. He stood up and strode towards Boyi. When Fujiwara saw his boss walking towards Boyi, his expression changed and he thought
The boss wants to do something bad for Boy.
Boyi's two subordinates quickly blocked the front of Shi Zhong, but they were shocked back five steps by the pale golden energy inspired by Shi Zhong. Their bodies were numb from the shock, and they watched Shi Zhong's hand touch Boyi.
Boyi, on the other hand, had a fierce expression on his face and was mumbling something. Shi Zhong ignored him, and his life energy swam around in a circle on Boyi's head. He immediately waited for his palm to leave Boyi.
When he touched his forehead, miraculously, his forehead was shiny and there was no trace of any injury.
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