Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 514 Controlling Public Opinion

Zifuchi Mujin's sudden interruption made the female reporter pause with the microphone in her hand. She stood there in a daze, unable to say what she wanted to say next.

Her lips were trembling, and she noticed the glances of other reporters from the corner of her eye. She couldn't help but feel her ears burning and her heart beating rapidly.

She said "Excuse me" and fled in a hurry.

Shota leaned against the window and watched quietly as the female reporter boarded the plane with the alliance logo and left.

Quietly watching the departing plane, Shota returned to his seat, then lay on Gardevoir's legs, enjoying Gardevoir's meticulous massage.

But outside, a person from the Johto area left, and then a person from the Kanto area came.

She handed the microphone to Zifuchi Hibiscus's mouth, with a smile on her face. The bright lipstick on her lips made her look particularly beautiful. However, such a beautiful flower has thorns like a rose, so the questions she asked were also very tricky.

"Mr. Zfuchi Mujin, I would like to ask, how much money is there in the treasury of the country you live in?"

Hearing this question, the expression on Zifuchi Mujin's face became even weirder, which made the female reporter from the Kanto region feel a little uneasy, because the last reporter from the Johto region left with the strange expression of this old man in front of her.

"186.68 Fengyuan coins."

"How can it be so little? Isn't this too poor?"

The female reporter couldn't help but exclaim, but there was a smile on her face.

"Because that's the total denomination of currency we issue."

Zifuchi Hibiscus answered.

This answer made the reporters around look at the female reporter from Kanto area as if she was an idiot.

Just like the female reporter from Johto, this reporter from Kanto couldn't stand the gazes of the people around her and left in disgrace.

After the reporters sent by the two major regions left, the other regions that looked down on Hoenn also sent reporters to make things difficult for the Hoenn region, gain support in public opinion, and thus gain the appreciation of their two good brothers, Johto and Kanto, and then curry favor with them.

But every time, Zifuchi Mujin answered their questions promptly and without any fear, but the expression on his face became more and more strange. To be more precise, he was surprised.

The last reporter looked at the empty sides, and a chill slowly crept up her spine.

However, this is my home, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Mary comforted herself in this way in her heart, but it seemed that she thought of something?

Mary's eyes lit up, and then she held the microphone to her lips with one hand, and with the other hand she looked at Zvochi Mujin who was sitting in a wheelchair as if holding a tray, and spoke directly to the camera:

“It can be seen that the people of our Hoenn region can say:

As you grow older, you become stronger and better at achieving your goals; as you grow poorer, you become more determined and better at achieving your goals.

Take our Minister of Defense, Zfuchi Mukun, for example. He just had a great debate with the group of scholars and was not at all at a disadvantage.

Not only do we ask the elderly to maintain the same mentality as Zfuchi Mujin, but we also ask the young people to maintain this attitude, and our victory will surely come! "

Listening to the female reporter's story, Zfuchi Mujin couldn't help but feel proud, but he still coughed, pushed his wheelchair, and returned to the Union Building like an old hero.

After entering the Union Building, Zfuchi Hibiscus changed the resolute smile on his face, took a few deep breaths, pouted his lips, and then made the wheelchair he was sitting in drive automatically.

"I'm old, old, I can hardly push it with my hands anymore."

Entering the elevator, Zifuqi Mujin seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help muttering to himself.

"That kid is really good at predicting things. Although I can solve many problems by myself, it's hard to say about the two problems before."

With a "ding" sound, the elevator arrived at the top floor, and Zifuchi Mujin drove the automatic wheelchair along the corridor to the top conference room.

With a smile on his face, he pushed the door open and was about to question Shota when he saw a shocking scene in the room.

Shota, Mikoli, and his son Daigo were sitting around a small round table playing cards.

Mikoli looked fine, just sitting there quietly without much expression on his face. However, judging from the way he was holding the cards tightly in his hands and the veins on his hands bulging, he must have lost badly.

However, his son Daigo performed extremely poorly. His face was red, as if he had been given an injection of chicken blood. His feet were basically standing on the chair. Finally, he jumped up and threw the cards onto the table. He almost brought out his martial arts true body.

On the other hand, the abominable evil kid was lying leisurely on a woman's lap, eating the grapes that the woman had peeled, and casually waving a pair of cards in his hand, saying:

"Wang Zha."

As if he noticed someone coming, Shota slowly sat up, glanced towards the door, and when he found out it was his father-in-law, he slowly lay down again.

"No one wants it?"

Neither of the two people paid any attention to him. It was not because Mikoli and Daigo did not want to talk, but because they saw Zifuchi Hibiscus coming in with a gloomy face, slowly pushing the wheelchair.

"father…"

Daigo called out weakly.

"uncle…"

Mikoli also cried out weakly.

Zifuchi Mujin didn't say anything, but just pushed the wheelchair quickly with his hands. In the blink of an eye, he came in front of the two people, gave them a big bump on the head, and then he blew out a fragrant smell.

"I...bird language...I...bird language..."

After taking a few breaths, Zifuchi Mujin seemed to feel that he had not cursed enough and continued to speak:

"You two idiots, I'm really afraid that if I get angry, I'll burn you two."

Daigo rubbed his head and said unconvincedly:

"It wasn't me who wanted to fight. It was Shota who forced us to fight."

"Yes, yes."

Mikoli chimed in.

But resistance is useless, just like the saying goes: your aunt is no longer the aunt she was six years ago, but your uncle will always be your uncle!

After another burst of chirping birds, the hibiscus finally stopped.

So he looked at Shota, and just as Zifuki Hibiscus was about to teach him a lesson, he noticed the dangerous look in the orange-gold pupils of the woman next to Shota.

The biological survival instinct told him not to say anything bad next.