Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

The hasty farewell left Li Xinghe with little time to express his emotions, so he could only say goodbye to his teacher:

"Goodbye... No, it should be Sayonara."

The leader waved his hand and disappeared behind the door.

From beginning to end, Li Xinghe didn't know his name. It seemed that after he left, he couldn't even remember his appearance.

For the remaining unimportant things, just look at this file that will be burned after reading.

His immediate superior has little relationship with the Tokyo Embassy, and there will be other ways to distribute tasks in the future. His salary is allocated at 20,000 RMB per month. In theory, this money is some inheritance fund left by his father. It is used to pay him living expenses on a monthly basis, and no one can find any problems.

The RMB exchange rate to the Japanese yen used to be 1:16, but now it has appreciated to 1:35. In other words, the money in Li Xinghe's hand was only worth 10 yen 32 years ago, but now it can be exchanged for 70 yen. The monthly income of an ordinary employee in Tokyo is only about 25 yen. Income has been falling, and consumption has been rising sharply.

But this money is only enough for living, and any espionage activity will consume a huge amount of money.

Lack of money, lack of people, lack of connections.

Li Xinghe, the great player who is missing three things, can only make achievements first and then apply for reinforcements.

Standing outside the small gate of the embassy, Li Xinghe calmed himself down and walked forward with his luggage.

As an outsider with nothing, creating his own intelligence station, or even being ambitious enough to establish his own sphere of influence and his own political map, are currently the most distant desires on his list of goals.

When he left through the small door and was taking a bus at the intersection, a private car suddenly stopped in front of him. The driver turned out to be the teacher to whom Li Xinghe had just said "goodbye forever".

“Did you order an Uber?”

Li Xinghe got into the car in a low-key manner.

The teacher didn't look back, and handed over a photo. The photo showed a woman in her thirties who looked like an elite white woman:

"Next, there are some things that cannot be discussed publicly. Your main enemy in settling down is her. On the surface, she is Maria Andres, the counselor of the US Embassy in Japan. You can guess her private identity without me explaining it. Unfortunately, she is also a diplomacy teacher at the East Asian Communication College, and she will definitely be your teacher. Be careful of her, beware of her, and deal with her."

"Ah."

Li Xinghe nodded.

The teacher's voice suddenly became a little sad:

"Your predecessor had been lurking in the island country for five years. He disappeared before the confrontation in the East China Sea. I suspect he died at her hands. She was one of my best students."

Li Xinghe felt the silent storm and nodded silently.

No wonder he was sent to Tokyo urgently. It turned out that there was a long-lurking original owner who died on the eve of the partial victory.

Should I say it's lucky or unlucky?

The private car dropped Li Xinghe off at the entrance of Roppongi Station. The teacher disappeared like an ordinary Uber driver, leaving behind one last reminder:

"Be careful."

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Author's note: Currently I update twice a day, about 5000 words. The time is roughly noon and evening. Dongda refers to my country, and occasionally refers to India.

Chapter 3 You are the ones who should go

The room that Li Xinghe was renting was at 4-8 Otowa 1-chome, Bunkyo-ku.

Take the train at Roppongi Station and transfer to Gokokuji Station.

When you get out of the subway, of course you’ll see monsters and demons roaming around the entrance of the subway station.

"Asia rises again! Independence and freedom!" A group of old men shouted like crazy on a propaganda truck, which is a typical symptom of the right wing of the island country. But this time they shouted to break away from the United States and become independent, stealing the words of the left.

"Beware of threats, protect the industry." It was also a propaganda truck, with a middle-aged man standing in front with a banner, talking about the crushing momentum of the automobile industry of a certain Eastern power over the automobile pillars of the island country. In order to protect the automobile industry, we must oppose the Eastern power. It was like the left wing trying to steal the rhetoric of the right wing.

Of course, the most classic topic of "Chinese get out" was also discussed, and Li Xinghe, whose clothes were printed with Chinese characters, was surrounded.

Li Xinghe put down his luggage and mocked these right-wing old men in Japanese:

"Baga! We are the masters of this place from now on. It's you Japanese people who should get out of here."

The middle-aged and elderly people on the right were immediately furious.

In the past, the only people who could ride on their heads so arrogantly were the Americans.

But now, a new daddy has come on board.

Li Xinghe holds up his domineering little passport:

"If you hit me, it will cause a diplomatic incident. You don't want to embarrass the Prime Minister, do you?"

The middle-aged and elderly people looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't have the ability to do that. The island government couldn't deal with Li Xinghe, but it was easy to deal with them.

A group of right-wingers could only frown and run away in shame, pushing their propaganda vehicles.

Although he was laughing on the surface, he was thinking about his sacrificed ex in his heart. Li Xinghe dragged his suitcase and found his residence in Otowa-cho, Bunkyo-ku.

This is an apartment building with more than ten floors, and his residence is on the most expensive top floor, 11-1.

The room is very small, less than 60 square meters, with a dark shape, a duplex with one bedroom, one living room and a roof terrace. The living room, bathroom and kitchen are downstairs, and the upstairs is a semi-open bedroom. The owner of the room probably has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and his clothes and belongings are neatly organized.

Li Xinghe could only sleep in the living room or on the balcony.

But he didn't complain. This prime location is already very good. Opposite the building is the headquarters of Kodansha, a well-known Japanese publisher. Behind it is the University of Tsukuba's affiliated high school, which is the most difficult to get into in the island country. Next to it are Ochanomizu University and Takushoku University. To the west are Chuo University, Japan Women's University and Gakushuin University. To the southwest is Waseda University. It is only three stops away from the University of Tokyo. It is a prime location in a prime location.

The price of this apartment is no less than 4 million yen.

This shows the powerful silhouette of the prosecutor's relative.

The room layouts in Tokyo are strange and cramped, with many corridors, doors and partitions.

Just like the duplex where Li Xinghe lives, it would not be a problem to make it into two bedrooms and a living room, but various storage options and strange layouts mean that it can only accommodate one bed on the second floor.

After having a simple dinner in the long and narrow kitchen, Li Xinghe sat down. While his guardian was not home yet, Li Xinghe wanted to check his communicator.

The software they use to communicate is...

Baidu Netdisk.

The most ingenious way of lurking is to hide in the city.

Although the content stored in the network disk may be checked, as a spam adware, few people pay attention to the pop-up ads it displays.

Li Xinghe's account has two login passwords. Normal login is no problem, while confidential login is a retrieval task.

As expected, in this turbulent time, as soon as I entered, a current news push popped up about Liberal Democratic Party member Miyake Goto making radical remarks on the Internet. This is the US-Japan alliance's compensation after the failure of the East China Sea confrontation, and the verbal counterattack.

The pop-up ad means that the superior has just issued an order.

'At this critical moment, find a way to make Miyake Goto shut up.'

Li Xinghe immediately switched off and watched Miyake Goto's performance on Yahoo.

A young male congressman in his forties roared crazily: "Drive those Chinese out! Japan is an independent country. We are not afraid of their aircraft carriers or electric cars. To be honest, as long as we aggregate the wealth of Japanese companies around the world, we will be the most powerful country in East Asia!"

There is also a classic statement from Japan overseas, but it can only deceive themselves.

This shouldn't have been a problem, but next to her, there was a well-dressed white woman who chimed in and repeatedly confirmed it.

This is Maria Andres, the Minister Counselor of the American Embassy in Japan. She is Li Xinghe's next academic tutor and also his rival for revenge.

"The Americans just lost face in the confrontation in the East China Sea, and now they are trying to make up for it." Li Xinghe frowned slightly. As long as they are shameless, you really can't do anything to them.

What frustrates him most is the filial piety of the Japanese people towards their fathers.

I took out my cell phone and was overwhelmed by the surging frenzy on the Internet.

"The United States still has 10 aircraft carriers!"

"As long as the Americans can mobilize the aircraft carriers, everything will be fine."

"The economy of the great Eastern country is about to collapse!"

"The Chinese are about to occupy Tokyo. Everyone, hurry up and identify every Chinese person."

Japanese people are used to making sarcastic comments online. It is obvious that there are internet trolls stirring up trouble when they make empty and false remarks in such a coordinated manner.

Li Xinghe put away his phone and slowly thought about what he could do.

"Goto Miyake, Maria Andres..."

He hugged his legs and made plans for himself.

In the long run, as a graduate of a gold medal university, he is destined to enter Japanese politics. It would be best if he could hide in the prosecutor's public security, procuratorial and judicial system and control the Japanese judiciary to hunt down politicians like the Americans.

This is a very traditional way of controlling internal affairs across borders.

The leaders arranged a "prosecutor guardian" for him, obviously hoping to continue on this path, to usurp the Americans' tools of repression by replacing one bird with another and to quietly reverse the political situation in the island nation.

But in the short term, there is still strong anti-China public opinion on the island, and various places are relatively stable. Li Xinghe has to think of other ways to break the deadlock.

"I'll start by discrediting Miyake Goto and applying for more funding." Li Xinghe pondered and gradually fell asleep on the sofa.

......

It was 12 o'clock in the evening. At this time, the door was pushed open, and a valiant beauty in a police uniform, a small vest, suit pants, and black leather shoes came out. She had a traditional ponytail, and her face was so old-fashioned that she almost had no makeup on, with two dark circles under her eyes. It was the patrol police Fuji Rie who maintained order for the ambassador's motorcade during the day.

Watching the diplomatic convoy of the Eastern power rolling by, Fuji Rie did not feel particularly moved. Instead, she felt that her boss who asked her to work overtime was really annoying.

As soon as she entered the room, she put down her shoulder bag, kicked off her leather shoes, and then jumped off her black cotton socks while cursing like a machine gun:

"Disgusting international affairs...disgusting boss...making me stand guard for you...15 hours at a time...I worked so hard to get in, not to be your slave...Ah, go to hell, you bald, smelly, disgusting man! I really want to stuff your head into the toilet and fill it with water."

Cursing, she sniffed the cotton socks, then covered her nose, frowned slightly and was about to throw them into the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom.

At this time, Li Xinghe woke up from the sofa in a daze.

Fuji Rie glanced and looked in surprise at a good-looking young man sleeping on the sofa.

Her posture was not very graceful, she stood at the door, rubbing her bare feet with one hand and holding her cotton socks with the other.

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Author's words: Thank you for your support. Some readers mentioned that the opening is too exciting, will the follow-up be dull? My idea is that I will try to maintain a relatively dense main line so that everyone can see what they want to see.

Chapter 4: Old-Fashioned Sister

"Is this handsome boy my cousin? He is very different from the legend..."

Fuji Rie felt a little soft-hearted, but she immediately coughed and remembered the ridiculous things her aunt had told him about what happened in Canada, which made her feel disgusted again.

Li Xinghe lay on the sofa, watching her scold her bald boss.

He was shocked: "Oh no, why is it a female police officer? Isn't this like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth?"

The two looked at each other, not knowing how to start.

This is Li Xinghe's distant cousin Fuji Rie, 24 years old, who just passed the local exam for the semi-professional group and became a patrol police officer in Tokyo. During the day, sitting in the car, watching Fuji Rie shouting "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome" with a straight face, and at night, they unexpectedly met in the same room.

Even without makeup, her perfect face shape still brings a lethality. Although she has dark circles under her eyes, her sharp eyebrows and bright eyes can attract both men and women. Her delicate and smooth skin looks good even without makeup. Her cold and white skin seems to refuse the help of all cosmetics. What is even more mysterious is her temperament. Her high ponytail and the police uniform make her cold and arrogant look more eager and sincere. She is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Seeing her makes you feel very trustworthy.

Coupled with the posture of crossing legs and throwing socks, there is a hint of humor in her cuteness.

Li Xinghe felt a little moved by the unexpectedly cute look of his cousin, despite her seriousness.

Who wouldn't want to have such a beautiful, handsome, old-fashioned and friendly sister to spend adolescence with? And she's a real female police officer.

Is this the turbulent new life of living together?

Then let the wind come even harder.

Seeing her face flushed, but she had already reached for her waist, Li Xinghe stood up, walked forward and asked sweetly: "Is it Sister Fuji Rie?"

This sweet voice, coupled with the handsome and familiar little face, immediately removed the handcuffs that Fuji Rie was holding.

For some reason, Fuji Rie found her cousin extremely pleasing to the eye.

She coughed twice, shook off her stinky socks, and wiped her hands inconspicuously on the butt of her jeans.

I wanted to give him a serious lecture and set some rules, but when I saw his smile, my heart was warmed by the spring breeze. I had to force myself to keep a straight face and gently walked into the living room and said:

"Are you your aunt's son? I'm your cousin. From today on, I'll be your guardian. Listen, I won't let you spend your days lazing around for the next four years. Go running with me at 6 a.m. and be home by 10 p.m. I'll check your trash can and computer regularly, but don't let me..."

The endless chatter about rules was very similar to when she scolded her bald boss.

Li Xinghe couldn't help sweating on his forehead.

How can there be curfew at 10pm for college students?

This cousin was indeed a very old-fashioned type. Apart from her rapid-fire swearing like a machine gun, even her underwear was plain white. He accidentally saw it in the bathroom in the afternoon.

But apart from her weird life rules, Fuji Rie is a very easy to get along with family member.