Chapter 196: Conspiracy! Tokyo City Mayor Election! Establishment Of Tokyo City Television!
The night was like a vast piece of velvet soaked in ink and gold powder, gently enveloping the skyscrapers in Shinjuku District that pierced the clouds.
In the private club on the top floor of Kirin Group Headquarters, a room not open to the public, the air was filled with the rich, slightly spicy aroma of premium cigars, intertwined with the sweet, amber-like scent from the whiskey in the glasses, forming a flavor unique to power and wealth.
Shunsuke Kamiki sat elegantly on the expensive Italian leather sofa, his posture graceful like a meticulously sculpted Persian cat.
The Versace custom suit on him was perfectly tailored, outlining his slender, strictly maintained figure just right, and that handsome face, known as for a “national treasure-level idol entertainer,” glowed with an ivory sheen under the crystal chandelier, perfect to the point of seeming unreal.
He carefully poured a full glass of wine for the man opposite him, whose build was as massive as a small mountain.
Tokugawa Sato, Chairman of Kirin Group, the man who started with real estate and pushed both wealth and power to the peak amid the neon economic bubble frenzy, was now comfortably leaning back on the sofa, his fat face flushed with an oily red glow from the alcohol.
He picked up the glass and downed the expensive whiskey like water.
Then he let out a satisfied, beast-like heavy sigh: “Phew, what fine whiskey!”
“Mr. Tokugawa.” Shunsuke Kamiki’s voice was like the finest silk, smooth and filled with just the right intimacy: “You see, the idol dramas I filmed last year all had decent ratings and caused quite a stir among young people. For this year’s drama awards… could you…”
He didn’t finish his words, but his peach blossom eyes were filled with unspoken expectation.
Like a pet begging its owner for a reward, that cautious probing formed a strange contrast with his arrogant handsome appearance, one that could move any man.
“Oh, just this little thing.” Tokugawa Sato waved dismissively, his eyes narrowed into slits from obesity lazily glancing at Shunsuke Kamiki, his gaze relaxed and casual.
“Don’t worry, this year’s【Tokyo Drama Awards】, Best Actor is definitely yours.” He belched from the alcohol, his tone domineering: “I’ve already spoken to the organizers; they wouldn’t dare not give me face, after all, I invested three hundred million yen!”
“Really?! Thank you so much! Mr. Tokugawa!” Shunsuke Kamiki’s face instantly bloomed with a brilliant smile, that heartfelt ecstasy making his already handsome face radiant at this moment.
However, beneath this ecstasy, a faint shadow imperceptibly crept into his heart.
He keenly sensed that Tokugawa Sato’s attitude toward him seemed… not as enthusiastic as before.
In the past, as soon as he hinted at a desire, Tokugawa Sato would eagerly present all the best things like a parent spoiling a child.
But now, he had to take the initiative to ask for an award that he felt should rightfully be his.
This subtle change stirred a strong sense of crisis in Shunsuke Kamiki’s heart.
He knew that while his face was an invincible weapon, it would eventually age. He couldn’t forever be a canary dependent on the strong.
He wanted to prove his value went beyond just this face.
At this thought, the idol’s brilliant smile on Shunsuke Kamiki’s face gradually gave way to a deeper expression.
He poured another glass for Tokugawa Sato, his voice becoming steadier: “Mr. Tokugawa, right now all of Tokyo Metropolis is buzzing about the real estate market boom. I heard from friends that Kirin Group recently secured several prime plots in Minato Ward and Chiyoda Ward. In a few years, this Tokyo Metropolitan Area will truly become your back garden.”
This flattery was perfectly pitched, praising Tokugawa Sato’s business acumen while precisely scratching his vanity’s desire for recognition.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, the alcohol-induced laziness on Tokugawa Sato’s face was instantly replaced by heartfelt smugness.
“Hahahaha! Shunsuke, you finally said something I like to hear!” He laughed loudly, the voice full of the parvenu’s characteristic arrogance: “That’s right! Without real estate companies like us, could the Tokyo Metropolitan Area develop? Those politicians just talk big and paint rosy pictures! The real ones changing this city’s face are us doers with money, land, and connections!”
That bone-deep arrogance made him feel like he had become the “god” of this city.
However, Shunsuke Kamiki’s face timely showed a perfectly measured concern.
“But, Mr. Tokugawa,” he furrowed his brows, looking worried like a wise minister sharing the sovereign’s burdens: “I heard from friends that the current Governor of Tokyo Metropolis, Ryuichi Koike, seems… not very supportive of large-scale real estate development. He seems to prefer protecting old neighborhoods with some ‘cultural preservation.’ I’m… a bit worried your plans might hit policy snags.”
He cleverly shifted his persona from a coquettish vase to a “think tank” who could troubleshoot for Tokugawa Sato.
He wanted Tokugawa Sato to know that Shunsuke Kamiki had not just a face, but a brain.
Tokugawa Sato looked at his “worried about the nation” cute expression and found it amusing.
Of course he saw through Shunsuke Kamiki’s little scheme.
But he was in a good mood today and didn’t mind playing this “ruler-minister dialogue” house game with the pretty boy.
“Shunsuke, you’re still too young.” Tokugawa Sato shook his head with a smile, his small eyes glinting with shrewdness and disdain born of worldly insight.
“Do you think Tokyo Metropolis is ruled by Ryuichi Koike alone?” He curled his lip, his tone full of contempt for the governor: “Governor of Tokyo Metropolis sounds impressive, overseeing 23 special wards and 26 cities. But can he control Tokyo City?”
“Tokyo City’s mayor isn’t his man, not even the same party! His suggestions are just heard out by the mayor; the real decisions are made by us in Tokyo City!”
Shunsuke Kamiki responded with a perfectly measured half-understanding expression.
He knew he couldn’t seem too smart on this, or his earlier concern would look too deliberate.
“Mr. Tokugawa, you mean…” Shunsuke Kamiki pursed his lips.
“You just need to know one thing.” Tokugawa Sato interrupted, leaning close to Shunsuke Kamiki, his fat face full of unquestionable dominance: “Tokyo City is Kirin Group’s stronghold! Here, what I, Tokugawa Sato, say goes!”
That bone-deep arrogance made the room’s air seem to freeze.
Shunsuke Kamiki looked at him, his usually affectionate peach blossom eyes now filled with heartfelt awe and worship.
“That said.” Tokugawa Sato seemed to think of something, stroking his thick chin, a cunning glint in his small eyes: “This year, I’m planning to follow Hiroshi Nohara’s lead and have Kirin Entertainment Agency produce a few animal movies to promote Tokyo City. Especially our Tokyo City mayor; he wants to ride this ‘heartwarming healing trend’ to boost votes for his reelection.”
“Really?!” Shunsuke Kamiki’s eyes lit up instantly, his body leaning forward eagerly, desire plain on his face: “Mr. Tokugawa! Can… can I join?”
“Of course it’s prepared for you.” Tokugawa Sato smiled: “But remember, the partner this time is Tokyo City Television, not Tokyo Broadcasting System Holdings.”
“Tokyo City Television?” A perfectly measured confusion appeared on Shunsuke Kamiki’s face again: “What’s that? I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s a new television station set up this year by Tokyo City Government itself.” Tokugawa Sato explained: “The goal is simple: to weaken Tokyo Television Station’s influence in Tokyo Metropolis and the entire Kanto Region.”
Shunsuke Kamiki’s confusion deepened upon hearing this.
“But, Mr. Tokugawa, isn’t most of your promotion and investment with Tokyo Television Station? Why… get involved with this Tokyo City Television?”
“Shunsuke, remember.” A cryptic, meaningful smile appeared on Tokugawa Sato’s face: “We businessmen always follow profit. We support whoever brings the most profit.”
He paused, his tone more profound: “Back during the Tokyo City Mayoral Election, the current mayor and the former station manager of Tokyo Television Station were rivals. You know the result: the TV station guy lost. And now this mayor supports real estate development. Who do you think I should support?”
Shunsuke Kamiki’s heart jolted at this.
He finally understood.
This was not just commercial competition, but… factional struggle!
“Is… it different factions?” he probed.
“Exactly.” Tokugawa Sato nodded with a smile, looking at Shunsuke Kamiki’s shocked face, the superior’s satisfaction intensifying.
He loved this feeling of controlling everything.
“So, Shunsuke, are you ready?” Tokugawa Sato’s voice rang out again: “Next, Tokyo City Television will launch a brand-new ‘heartwarming slot’ program to compete with Tokyo Television Station! You’ll be our side’s most important ace!”
“M-me?!” Shunsuke Kamiki was so excited he stammered, looking at Tokugawa Sato with irrepressible ecstasy in his eyes.
He knew his chance had come.
He could not only continue as an idol star but also join this smoky, fiery factional struggle!
He would no longer be a canary dependent on the strong.
He would become the sharpest knife in Tokugawa Sato’s hand!
“Thank you! Mr. Tokugawa! Thank you for your guidance!” He bowed repeatedly in excitement, gratitude overflowing.
“Do well, Shunsuke.” Tokugawa Sato smiled, his voice full of expectation: “This year’s【Tokyo Drama Awards】 also has Tokyo City Government’s stake. I guarantee you’ll get the glory you deserve.”
Shunsuke Kamiki stared blankly at Tokugawa Sato, knowing he’d bet right this time.
In this smoky, fiery factional struggle, he would step by step toward power’s peak, becoming one who truly influences the era and changes the world.
And he, Shunsuke Kamiki, would crush that villager named Hiroshi Nohara underfoot!
……
Tokyo’s night was a cocktail mixed with neon and starlight, sweet, intoxicating, and hiding an imperceptible iciness.
On the top floor of Kirin Group, in the private suite overlooking the district’s brilliant lights, the air carried faint traces of women’s perfume tail notes mixed with the crisp fruit scent from top champagne in the ice bucket, creating a lavish yet hollow atmosphere.
The president of Kirin Entertainment Agency, Tokugawa Sato, was lazily sunk into the massive leather sofa.
He picked up a towel to wipe sweat from his face.
His expression satisfied.
The amber whiskey in his hand had only a thin layer left at the bottom, like the slight buzz in his eyes.
Opposite him, Shunsuke Kamiki, the agency’s hottest idol star, now sat down with difficulty and respectfully poured a new whiskey for Tokugawa Sato.
That handsome face that made countless girls scream now showed cautious flattery.
“President Sato, this sequel to《Tokyo Love Story》 maintaining ratings above 25% is thanks to your strategic planning.” Shunsuke Kamiki continued thanking: “If not for you pushing against opposition to cast me as lead actor, probably…”
Tokugawa Sato just gently swirled his glass, ice cubes clinking against it crisply like a beat.
“You earned it yourself.” As he spoke, he steadied his breathing, calming his racing heart, glancing at Shunsuke Kamiki with a slight smile: “The market needs idols like you; I just went with the flow and gave you the stage.”
“No, President, you’re my mentor!” Shunsuke Kamiki immediately bowed, his posture humbly fawning: “Without you, there’d be no Shunsuke Kamiki today! Whatever you command in the future, I will…”
“Enough.”
Tokugawa Sato suddenly seemed to think of something, raising his wrist; the Patek Philippe platinum dial refracted cold light under the crystal lamp.
He glanced at the time, a seriousness flashing in his eyes: “It’s late; you should go.”
Shunsuke Kamiki’s professions of loyalty stuck in his throat. He froze slightly, a mix of astonishment and faint grievance on his handsome face.
He hadn’t expected Sato to dismiss him so bluntly.
“President…” He instinctively shifted forward, his voice taking on a coquettish tone, his best weapon against this man controlling his future: “I… I want to chat more. I have some ideas for the next drama…”
“I said, you should go.”
Tokugawa Sato’s voice remained flat, but beneath it hid an irresistible chill. He didn’t even glance at Shunsuke Kamiki again, just gazing at the brilliant night view outside.
“I have an important guest coming next.”
The tone implying that Shunsuke Kamiki was no longer in the “important” category.
Shunsuke Kamiki’s body stiffened, a crack appearing in his carefully maintained smile. He clearly felt an invisible wall slowly rising between him and Tokugawa Sato.
He opened his mouth to say more but ultimately chose silence before Sato’s icy profile.
He knew staying longer would only humiliate himself.
“…Yes, President.” He slowly stood, bowing deeply again, his humility now somewhat stiff: “Then… I won’t disturb you. Rest early.”
With that, he turned and left the suffocating suite with slightly pained steps.
As the heavy door closed behind him, the humility and flattery on Shunsuke Kamiki’s face vanished like smoke in the wind.
Replaced by post-humiliation malice and resentment.
He strode into the elevator, that flawless face from countless lenses now slightly twisted by jealousy and unwillingness.
The elevator descended smoothly, the metal walls reflecting his sullen face.
Stepping out of the hotel, the evening breeze brought coolness, slightly calming his heated heart.
He reached the parking lot and smoothly opened the door of a black sedan. It was a impeccably maintained Toyota Century, the classic 1980s flagship with boxy lines and steady presence, contrasting sharply with his fashionable attire.
This car was a “gift” from Tokugawa Sato, a symbol of his status.
But now, this glory-symbolizing luxury car seemed like an ornate cage.
He started the engine, the V8’s muffled roar matching his suppressed mood.
The car slowly exited the parking lot, merging into Ginza’s endless traffic flow.
Shunsuke Kamiki didn’t head home but drove aimlessly. He took out his mobile phone, hesitated, then dialed a number.
It was someone Tokugawa Sato had introduced him to at a banquet.
A man named Masato Kishida, general manager of a major real estate company in Tokyo City.
The call connected quickly.
“Hello, President Kishida?” Shunsuke Kamiki’s voice returned to its polished clarity and magnetism, though beneath the humility hid faint urgency: “It’s Shunsuke Kamiki. Sorry to bother you so late.”
“Oh? Kamiki-kun!” Laughter came from the other end, surprised yet playful from Masato Kishida: “No bother at all; getting a call from a big star like you is my honor! What’s up? Since last time, want to visit my headquarters?”
“It’s like this, President Kishida.” Shunsuke Kamiki’s tone turned gentle, cautious as if probing: “I’ve recently taken an interest in real estate investment. Wondering… if you’re free tomorrow for coffee, to guide a novice like me?”
He knew this call was a gamble.
A gamble to escape Tokugawa Sato’s control and build his own connections.
……
In the top-floor suite, Tokugawa Sato didn’t even glance back at the closed door.
Shunsuke Kamiki’s departure was like swatting a buzzing fly to him, insignificant.
He picked up the internal telephone, his voice regaining the superior’s calm authority.
“Clear the room, clean it spotless.”
He paused, adding: “Replace everything with new. I don’t want any scents left.”
Hanging up, he headed straight to the bathroom.
Hot water poured from the showerhead, washing over his well-maintained body and the trivial irritation in his heart.
He cleaned every inch meticulously, as if not bathing but performing a sacred purification rite.
Because he knew the one coming next was the true heavyweight deciding his and Kirin Entertainment Agency’s fate.
An hour later, the suite was refreshed.
The air carried faint sandalwood incense, Tokugawa Sato’s favorite scent, serene yet powerful.
He changed into a dark premium kimono, impeccably tailored, making him appear even more steady and reserved.
He sat in the main seat, a exquisite tea set on the tea table before him, tea aroma wafting invitingly.
Opposite him, four middle-aged men in their forties or fifties, also in kimonos who arrived early, sat upright with solemn expressions.
They were without exception giants in Tokyo City’s construction, real estate, and building materials industries, true controllers of the city’s economic lifeline.
Yet now, they were like schoolboys awaiting their teacher, their bone-deep awe making the room’s atmosphere solemn.
They were all waiting.
Waiting for the one man who could make them all bow in submission.
Just then, the suite door opened silently.
An old man in a dark gray kimono entered with steady steps.
Thin and gaunt, his back straight as a drawn sharp sword. His face etched with years’ wrinkles was calm, but his eagle-like eyes sharp enough to pierce all illusions.
“Mayor!”
Tokugawa Sato and the four industry giants rose almost simultaneously, bowing deeply to the old man with respect.
Their bowed waists full of heartfelt awe and surrender.
This old man was Tokyo City’s mayor and their interest group’s absolute core—Mikami Tanaka.
Mikami Tanaka just nodded faintly, walking to the main seat and sitting slowly, his commanding presence instantly dominating the room.
Without pleasantries, his eagle-sharp gaze swept over everyone, then he got straight to the point.
“Everyone here is a core member of my campaign team.” His voice was not loud but steady as an ancient bell, each word striking their hearts: “Three months until the next mayoral election; I need your help.”
“All at your command, Mayor!” Tokugawa Sato bowed first.
“Yes!”
The other four industry giants bowed too, respectful and resolute.
They knew their wealth, status, and lives were tied to this old man.
One prospers all prosper, one falls all fall.
“Good.” Mikami Tanaka nodded satisfied, sipping from his tea cup, a glint in his sharp eyes: “How’s the campaign funding?”
“Rest assured, Mayor.” The eldest real estate tycoon responded gravely: “Each of us five has prepared one hundred million yen in political donations, ready for your campaign account anytime.”
“Mm.” Mikami Tanaka nodded again, a approving smile on his face: “You’re all my handpicked team; I trust you.”
His gaze turned to another refined, gold-rimmed glasses-wearing middle-aged man.
“Takahashi, how’s the ‘Tokyo City Television’ you were preparing?”
This man named Takahashi was formerly a senior official in Tokyo Metropolis’ promotion system, with a bright future.
But for Mikami Tanaka’s election, he resolutely quit public office to join this tailor-made private media platform.
“Rest assured, Mayor.” Takahashi responded respectfully, his competence and steadiness elite hallmarks: “All approvals for the station are complete. Production team assembled; ready to start producing full-spectrum opinion promotion for your campaign.”
“Good.” Satisfaction deepened on Mikami Tanaka’s face: “Once the station launches successfully, Tokyo City Government will acquire it. Then you come back to my side.”
“Yes!” The man bowed excitedly. He knew it was a promise.
With that, Mikami Tanaka’s gaze fell on Tokugawa Sato.
“Sato.” He spoke gravely: “Your Kirin Entertainment Agency has many entertainers and top production capabilities. Personally handle this campaign promo; make me the most moving work.”
“Yes, Mayor!” Tokugawa Sato bowed again, confident and respectful: “All prepared. Our Shunsuke Kamiki has huge popularity among youth. His idol dramas like the《Tokyo Love Story》 series achieved phenomenal ratings, crafting his perfect image as devoted, loyal, responsible idol.”
“President Sato is right.” The real estate tycoon chimed in approvingly: “My college-student daughter is Shunsuke Kamiki’s diehard fan! The girls in her class all see him as dream guy! If Kamiki endorses you, Mayor, it’ll double young votes effortlessly!”
“Yes! Yes!” Another building materials merchant added playfully: “Youth ignore politics but are fanatic about idols! Weave the Mayor’s campaign concept into Kamiki’s promo film; way better than spending tens of millions on hard ads!”
Mikami Tanaka listened quietly, his satisfaction giving way to deeper thought.
His long fingers tapped the desktop lightly, a solemn glint in his sharp eyes.
“Shunsuke Kamiki is a good card.” He said slowly: “But idols alone aren’t enough.”
He paused, gaze sweeping everyone, his authority freezing the air.
“We must learn from our ‘opponents.'”
“Opponents?” They all paused slightly.
“Yes, opponents.” Mikami Tanaka’s lips curved meaningfully, eyes complex with admiration and enmity.
“Governor of Tokyo Metropolis, Ryuichi Koike.”
He paused, tone heavier, jealousy nearly bursting: “And that young man under him, Hiroshi Nohara.”
“You’ve all seen《The Tale of Hachiko》 recently?” he asked gravely.
They nodded instinctively, complex emotions on their faces.
“A movie about a dog achieving such terrifying box office and massive social impact!” Mikami Tanaka exhaled long, unwilling yet admiring: “I hear even the Liberal Democratic Party leader praises it highly! They say Koike hit gold; his reelection is a done deal!”
His words stabbed like sharp swords at their pain points.
Yes, a done deal.
Meaning no effort could shake Koike’s Tokyo Metropolis dominance.
This helplessness made their hearts race.
“So, everyone.” Mikami Tanaka’s voice rose again, unwillingness and jealousy replaced by political calm and resolve: “We learn from him! From Hiroshi Nohara!”
“We go heartwarming! Pure emotion to move hearts! Let Tokyo City citizens know I’m not just an iron-fisted mayor, but a flesh-and-blood, emotional ordinary person!”
“Sato!” He turned to Tokugawa Sato: “I don’t care how; make a promo surpassing《The Tale of Hachiko》, more moving, more resonant! Make Tokyo City citizens cry for me, moved for me, willingly vote for me!”
“Yes, Mayor!” Tokugawa Sato bowed: “Rest assured; I’ll go all out, no disappointment!”
He knew it was a tough battle.
A head-on clash with that “cultural monster” Hiroshi Nohara.
He, Tokugawa Sato, and all Kirin Entertainment Agency would bet everything.
“Mayor, I have an immature idea.” Silent Takahashi spoke up, media shrewdness in his glasses-hidden eyes: “《The Tale of Hachiko》 succeeded not just from story but capturing society’s craving for ‘loyalty’ and ‘family.’ We can start there.”
He paused confidently: “Produce a reality variety show called《Tokyo Family》. Each episode visits an ordinary Tokyo City family, records their daily life, family bonds. At end, you, Mayor, appear personally with warm blessings and encouragement.”
“This boosts your relatable image and responsibility. It echoes《The Tale of Hachiko》’s atmosphere, seamlessly transferring that emotion to you!”
Takahashi’s words were airtight and incisive.
He not only proposed a creative but built a full opinion promotion system rivaling Hiroshi Nohara’s.
“Good! Good! Good!”
Mikami Tanaka nodded satisfied after thought: “Building a relatable persona this way is excellent!”
He looked at Takahashi with undisguised praise.
“Takahashi! Brilliant idea! Perfect!” He nodded pleased: “Do it! Launch《Tokyo Family》 fully now! Fill Tokyo City with my ‘warmth’!”
His words ignited the room like ice in boiling oil.
Tokugawa Sato’s fat face had shrewd eyes narrowed, shooting fiercer light than ever.
He slapped the sofa arm hard, the expensive leather groaning as if trembling at the coming storm.
“Mayor, Takahashi’s blueprint is grand but needs flesh. Kirin Entertainment Agency has plenty to make cold plans vivid!”
He scanned them, business titan aura unabashed: “All frontline entertainers including Shunsuke Kamiki available unconditionally! Their apartments, families as real stages! No need for ordinary families; my entertainers are this city’s glitziest ‘families’!”
He paused, smirking confidently: “At end, have Kamiki and them sincerely convey your ‘build warm Tokyo, protect every family’ slogan. Mayor, imagine: idol halo meets political warmth perfectly!”
“Brilliant!” The real estate tycoon clapped: “President Sato’s plan is the finishing touch!”
Others nodded, eyes excited.
They envisioned Mikami Tanaka, Tokyo City Mayor, charming and approachable beside Shunsuke Kamiki’s alluring face.
But amid the enthusiasm, a hesitant voice inserted like a discord.
“Mayor, the plan is clever, but forgive my bluntness; there may be issues.”
It was the silent building materials merchant Yamada.
Always cautious, he now frowned deeply, worry on his usually smiling face.
“Businessmen and entertainers mingling is normal. But you’re mayor, the people’s official. Too close to showbiz risks criticism of frivolity, neglecting duty, losing public servant dignity.”
The room’s heat cooled instantly.
Excitement faded to deep thought.
Yamada’s concern wasn’t baseless.
In neon’s hierarchical traditional society, an invisible wall separated politicians and entertainers.
Crossing it invited “neglectful” labels and lost trust.
“Yamada, you’re mistaken.”
The real estate tycoon chuckled lightly, sipping tea, blowing steam, his shrewd eyes wise: “The era has changed.”
He spoke slowly, voice slicing to the core: “Look at Governor Ryuichi Koike’s momentum. Just endorsing a dog movie, and support rate is rock-solid, reelection certain. What does that mean?”
He paused, gaze sweeping confidently: “Youth reject empty slogans; they trust flesh-and-blood leaders who get life and emotion! US uses it, Europe uses it; why not us? Must our elections lag?”
“Indeed, Europe and US elections use these tactics.” Yamada pondered.
Others nodded, eyes reigniting.
Yes, the era changed.
Clinging to old ways, they’d be swept away by the flood.
Mikami Tanaka listened quietly, his wrinkled face unmoved, but eagle eyes calm and decisive.
He rose slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the starry river of lights.
“Yamada’s caution is seasoned advice.” His voice echoed steadily: “Sato’s vision is the era’s voice.”
He turned, eyes authoritative and dominant.
He decided.
“Do it.”
“We’ll win this era with its ways.”
“Yes!” With Tokyo City Mayor Mikami Tanaka decided, they rose, bowed solemnly, saying no more.
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