I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2672 - 1661: Long Live!

There might not be an immediate reaction, but as time goes on, there will inevitably be a day when it works.

The motorcade came to a stop.

The honor guard had long been prepared at the entrance.

Yasukuni God Toilet arrived.

Although some of the spiritual tablets have been taken away, knowing shame and being valiant afterward, those missing tablets carry significant meanings of reminder and warning.

In the land of the Japanese, there’s an unwritten rule.

Political figures wanting to gain fame do not rack their brains to create political achievements but rather swaggeringly visit this toilet with media reporters.

This time, Prince Wataru Tetsuya was no exception.

The long guns and short cannons were all in position.

Lighting technicians and cameramen occupied advantageous positions.

If not recorded or reported, how can one prove they’ve been there?

"Brother, please go first."

Wataru Tetsuya humbly offered.

"Your Highness, please."

Not just the media.

Under the promotion, many citizens came running to watch, forming circles inside and outside the toilet’s entrance, creating a lively hubbub.

Though not long ago, we were beaten and had to sign a shameful treaty under the city walls, but especially at times like this, we must work tirelessly, commemorate the martyrs, and awaken public confidence.

Wataru Tetsuya no longer declined; after all, the setup was ready, and he couldn’t stay in the car pretending to be a big shot forever.

The ruling class of Japan is steadfastly following the people’s route, always facing and heart-to-heart with the citizens, without any clear street lockdowns or martial laws.

"Rrrr."

The special car door was pulled open.

The short-statured Wataru Tetsuya was the first to step out, wearing a warm smile, waving in a friendly and enthusiastic manner to the eagerly awaiting crowd.

"Click-clack..."

The shutter sound echoed endlessly.

As the heavyweight guest today and, in fact, more powerful than the so-called imperial Prince, the clan leader of the Fujiwara Family, Fujiwara Takuya, showcased his excellent interpersonal skills by deliberately waiting in the car for a while until Wataru Tetsuya had used enough film, leaving ample images from every angle before leisurely getting out of the car.

The crowd cooperatively cheered vigorously.

From this point, you can also distinguish the cultural differences between nations.

In Shen Zhou, such occasions require silence. Turning it into a bustling drama scene is showing immense disrespect to the deceased.

Fujiwara Takuya thought the other party was just going through motions, making a bit of a stir was enough, but he underestimated a maggot crawling out from dark corners onto the stage, and the inner agitation.

Standing at the entrance of Yasukuni God Toilet, Wataru Tetsuya did not directly walk in. Suddenly, he stopped, turned around, and, with a passionate and grand view, slowly swept over everyone present.

The cameras all focused again in the same direction.

"Dear compatriots, today, with immense respect, we come to Yasukuni Shrine to pay our highest homage to the spirits who sacrificed for our Japan!"

Fujiwara Takuya was caught off guard but quickly reacted, moving a few meters to the side, giving up the center stage to the other party.

"Two hundred fifty thousand spirits rest here; they gave their precious lives for the defense of our nation, our ethnicity, and our Emperor! They are the pride of the Yamato Ethnicity, the symbol of Japanese spirit!"

One has to admit that although this Prince His Highness lacks an outstanding image, his speech level is impressive; his short stature creates the illusion of a grand eight-foot manly presence. With a slight pause, his passionate tone turned heavy.

"Yet today’s world tries to distort history, deny our heroes. They use so-called ’war responsibilities’ to slander our forebears, attempting to make us forget those heroes who fought for the country’s future! This is absolutely intolerable!"

Fujiwara Takuya’s eyes flickered, looking at the increasingly loud Wataru Tetsuya. His emotions evolved from surprise to ridicule; his pupils gradually revealed a hidden humorous gleam.

Is he that eager?

Just got the chance to be on stage and is vigorously trying to steal the spotlight?

Dear sister.

Facing such an "ambitious" husband, you might also have a bit of a headache, right?

"We absolutely do not accept external interference with our historical narrative! Japan’s wars in modern times were for self-defense and Asia’s liberation! Our soldiers are glorious, and their sacrifice should be eternally remembered!"

The crowd seemed to disappear; Wataru Tetsuya’s gaze turned to the distance, seemingly traversing time and history.

"Today, we stand here to solemnly declare to the world: The Japanese people will not forget their history, nor betray their spirits! We will inherit our ancestors’ will, making Japan strong again!"

His gaze was firm, raising his fist skyward.

"Spirits are immortal! Long live Japan!"

It’s hard to tell if an inside man was pre-arranged; the crowd began to echo.

"Spirits are immortal! Long live Japan!"

Human nature is crowds-following; influenced by the atmosphere, more and more people were driven, mimicking the act, raising their fists in high shout.

"Spirits are immortal! Long live Japan!"

"Spirits are immortal! Long live Japan!"

"Spirits are immortal! Long live Japan!"

"Long live!!!"

"Ka-ka-ka——"

The sound of the shutter went wildly.

Heartfelt speaking, even the silently watching Fujiwara Takuya wanted to applaud the Prince His Highness, who dared to visit, but he would never make such speeches.

Simultaneously.

He felt a strong urge to film the scene and send it to his sister.

But thinking that his sister is about to marry, he gave up the idea.

Let her happily marry; as a brother, at such a time, he wouldn’t add obstacles to her happiness.

"Long live!"

Receiving the full venue response, Wataru Tetsuya waved his fists even more vigorously, possibly due to being the main character for the first time — his psychological quality wasn’t very solid — the excessive emotional fluctuations caused his breathing to become disordered, and his unattractive face to flush with a pathological redness.

When all is said and done.

It’s still a lack of proper education.

Forget the Imperial Family; even successors like Fujiwara Takuya are trained from a young age, while this Prince His Highness whom even the Imperial Family finds visually inconvenient probably never received any attention beyond "obligatory education," most of it comes from his own exploration.

Being able to understand endurance is already commendable.

Watching the eyes focused on him and hearing the passionate shouts, Wataru Tetsuya felt a surge of power from "my fate is in my own hands" rushing to his brain’s core, almost making him tremble with excitement!

This is the life he should enjoy.

Power.

Women.

Everything must be held in his palm!

He wants this sky never to shade his eyes again!

He wants this earth never again to bury his heart!

He wants all beings to understand his will!

He wants all Buddhas to vanish into smoke and mist!

Sorry.

Too agitated.

Went off script.

Wataru Tetsuya took a deep breath; his fingers suddenly opened, turning the raised fist into an opened hand.

The gesture was clear in meaning.

Silence.

Quiet.

The crowd cooperated graciously.

The shouting reduced until dissipating.

"On this fine day, I also want to announce to everyone a piece of personal good news; next month, I will marry the sister of the Fujiwara Family’s clan leader. At that time, I will hold a banquet at the Imperial Palace, and everyone is welcome to attend if they wish."

Saying this, Wataru Tetsuya made a gesture of introduction towards Fujiwara Takuya not far away.

Allowing civilians to attend, yet never discussing it, this self-authorizing Prince His Highness is getting carried away, addicted to fame-gaining?

However, under such circumstances and subject to public scrutiny, Fujiwara Takuya couldn’t say much, only wearing a formal smile.

Disturbing the deceased’s peace by holding a symposium was fine.

But to exuberantly flaunt his wedding news?

Isn’t that a bit discourteous?

How is this different from dancing disco in front of a tomb?

Wataru Tetsuya obviously didn’t care about such feudal dross, knowing he would inevitably be respected far and wide, satisfactorily making a gesture of silent invitation to Fujiwara Takuya to enter the toilet to complete the serious task of today.

"Bang."

Just as Fujiwara Takuya was about to walk over, he abruptly halted, his pupils fiercely contracted.

The world seemed to slow down; Wataru Tetsuya’s temple exploded with a blood arrow, his body wobbling, slowly falling over, until... with a thud, hitting the ground!

Indeed.

Disrespecting the deceased leads to retribution.

"Ah—!"

A piercing scream was heard amid the fresh sunlight.

The scream was extremely sharp.