At seven o'clock in the evening, Masayoshi Kishimoto knocked on the door of Maki Iwasaki with a large bouquet of flowers in both hands. The person who opened the door for him would naturally not be Maki Iwasaki herself, but a maid in her family.

Masayoshi Kishimoto walked a long distance under the personal guidance of this maid, and it was only then that he was brought to Maki Iwasaki. He took the initiative to walk up to the other party and gave him the large bouquet of flowers.

In less than ten seconds after Iwasaki took it, he easily transferred it to the hand of his personal maid.

"Dinner was ready. Just waiting for you to be seated. Maki Iwasaki smiled.

Of course, Kishimoto understands that this can go into someone else's home as a guest, which shows that the relationship between the two parties is extraordinary. If it's a woman, it's even harder.

Masayoshi Kishimoto didn't think too much in his head. With his understanding of Maki Iwasaki, it won't be as simple as a simple dinner together.

The two sat down facing each other in a dining room. Although the table is long, it is not one sitting on the head and the other at the end. They sat down in the center seat.

One of the things that surprised Masayoshi Kishimoto was that the cold dishes on the table turned out to be Chinese Sichuan cuisine. More and more, he felt that things would not be easy.

"I heard that you like to eat Chinese Sichuan food, so I specially invited a famous Chinese Sichuan chef in Tokyo to cook it at home. I don't know if he's done authentic enough to suit your taste?" said Iwasaki lightly.

"You're not afraid of spicy?" Kishimoto replied with a smile.

"Chinese Sichuan cuisine pays attention to spicy and fragrant, with a hundred dishes and flavors. This truly authentic Chinese Sichuan cuisine is not just spicy. Iwasaki Makimo said lightly.

"Looks like you know a lot!" Kishimoto knew she wasn't wrong. This is something that even the vast majority of Sichuan people do not know. Sichuan cuisine is not "red" spicy.

With the passage of time, modern people, especially young people, have become more fond of its spicy taste. People all over the world who like spicy food are naturally very easy to like Chinese Sichuan food.

The feeling of spicy is self-masochistic, making the tongue feel hot and hot, causing the brain to produce dopamine to bring a kind of pleasure.

Even though there are many Japanese people who like the spicy taste of Chinese Sichuan cuisine, it is not surprising. They have long been fond of typical Sichuan food such as mapo tofu and spicy hot pot.

"I didn't know anything about it, but the Chinese Sichuan chef told me about it. I know you like to drink Wuliangye in Chinese baijiu the most.

I can't drink this stuff with you. While Iwasaki Maki told the truth, he raised his hand and asked the maid who was waiting on one side to pour him a drink.

Masayoshi Kishimoto crossed his fingers with his hands, leaned his back on the back of the chair very relaxed, and first pierced the thin layer of window paper between the two of them and said, "You received me with such a high standard, I'm afraid it's just for dinner!"

"Originally, I thought that after eating with you, we would have a good chat. Since you can't wait to find out, I'm ready for you. Iwasaki Maki smiled and said.

As soon as his voice fell, he raised his right hand again and made a gesture to let the others here leave, leaving only the two of them.

Iwasaki Maki and the others left the restaurant, closed the door, and said with a smile like a flower without hurrying: "Do me a favor!"

"It's an honor for me to be able to contribute to Maki-san. If I can do it for you, I will be duty-bound. Otherwise, I can't help it. "Kishimoto didn't say it completely, leaving room for words.

"There is a politician who needs not only advertising, but also votes. Since he has such a need, shouldn't we support the other party's ambitions? It is more convenient to have such a person standing at the front desk to do things and speak for us. Maki Iwasaki said bluntly.

Masayoshi Kishimoto understands that advertising is naturally related to TV Tokyo. If she doesn't nod her head, this will make it difficult for her.

He and Maki Iwasaki each own 50% of the shares of Hard Gold Media, which means that they are one of the major shareholders of TV Tokyo.

Japanese politicians have historically needed advertising to solicit votes. As for the political propositions put forward by this person, few ordinary people will really care.

They are all busy working to make money and survive, so how much leisure cares about this thing. The exception for students is that they also believe in the democracy that is taught in schools.

In fact, this is almost a change of soup and not a change of medicine. Just like in "Entertainment to Death" that I watched in my previous life, politics is also a kind of entertainment show.

The United States has been doing things like this for a long time. The propaganda role of television is something that no politician can ignore. Politicians who can use television stations for propaganda are bound to be national.

Ordinary politicians in Japan either talk around with a loudspeaker or talk over and over again while sitting in a car with a tweeter.

In addition, there are posters with their own photos printed on them, which are displayed in many places to attract attention, and special campaign teams are organized to work, etc. As for the purpose, it is nothing more than to mix up a familiar eye, so that others can vote for themselves.

In capitalist countries, the reason why politicians need to move closer to the capitalists is to seek support. This requires not only political contributions to the campaign, but also other resources at their disposal.

The media is one of the things that is very important to them. This is also a very expensive thing to engage in politics. Of course, it is also a high-risk, high-return investment.

For this reason, it also reminded Kishimoto of a story he had learned in his high school textbook politics book in his previous life, Rockefeller Jr. wanted to run for president of the United States, so he wrote to his father asking for money.

The old Rockefeller personally wrote back and said, son, the ballot is too expensive, don't buy it if you can't buy it. The other party has already made it clear enough.

Of course, the buying he said was not directly buying from the voters, but another euphemistic way of spending money to buy votes. For example, how much was promised to the United Steelworkers, and how much was promised to the National Truckers Union......

As mentioned in "Entertainment to Death", father and son are watching politicians debate on TV. The son asked the father, which one should we choose? The father said to the son, they were all bastards.

The son didn't understand, so he asked, "Then why do we have to choose one of them?" The father replied that one of them could represent the interests of our class and speak out.