Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

Now, the giant crocodile of Tokyo Bay is about to make its grand entrance.

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Author's Note: Thank you all for your support. Here's 4400 words. Missiles are about to be launched, high-interest loans are about to be taken, companies are about to be swallowed up, and I want to write something erotic but it's too cold.

Chapter 505: Born a Troll, the Japanese Brain (4600 words)

"Ready, let's go!"

The Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office, in more than a dozen vehicles, sped towards the nearby headquarters building of Japan Property Insurance.

Japan Property Insurance Company, one of Japan's top five mega-corporations, has not paid a single penny of insurance premiums since the US stock market crisis. All its staff have either been laid off or are working without pay, and it is rumored that the company has effectively gone bankrupt.

Last night, the company completely collapsed, and videos of its employees scrambling for office supplies were posted on Douyin and spread everywhere.

In the car, Kokubun Tsukiya, her shoulders half-pressed against Li Xinghe, her straight figure wrapped in gray silk, her simple high heels exuding an icy, snow-lotus charm, sneered as she pinched Li Xinghe's waist, her eyes clearly blatantly blaming him for his recent absences.

Chiyo and Sato Airi sat upright, but both were watching the fight between the man and woman in the rearview mirror.

Li Xinghe held down Yueya's little hand while laughing awkwardly:

"Is it necessary to investigate these zombie companies?"

How could a large enterprise with annual sales of over one trillion yuan be a zombie company?

In reality, this mega-corporation, cobbled together from the merger of several large, near-bankrupt insurance companies, is nothing more than a half-dead, stitched-together zombie. It has no ability to generate its own revenue; its survival depends entirely on old customers, government relief, various forms of cash flow from restructuring, insurance fraud, and PUA employees.

Leaving aside its history of refusing insurance, insurance fraud, falsifying accounts, and harming consumers, even the Financial Services Agency listed it as a "collapsed internal control" company, forcing it to rectify its problems. It's a classic case of "too big to fail."

Chiyo Hina saw that Kokubun Tsukiya's hand had already slipped inside Li Xinghe's clothes, and couldn't help but snort coldly:

"The investigation is one thing, but what happened to the company afterward is a headache for the government to deal with."

For the Eastern District Public Prosecutors Office, now is the time to demonstrate their integrity, incorruptibility, and dedication to serving the people. They must crack down hard on this major problem and uphold the supreme status of prosecutors in the public eye. As for whether Nichibukai Insurance will survive, that's a matter for the Ministry of Finance to handle.

It has to be said that the Japanese approach of avoiding trouble for each other can be quite good sometimes.

As prosecutors stormed into the building opposite the Prime Minister's official residence, the management of Japan Property Insurance, along with employees from its middle and lower-level subsidiaries, lined up at the entrance and bowed.

"Private Marseille, I'm sorry to have troubled you!"

In the company lobby, the ledgers and records of each department had been collected and packed into boxes in advance, awaiting the arrival of the prosecutors for interrogation.

This docile demeanor surprised Li Xinghe.

However, after joining the company, I discovered that they were simply slacking off. The amount of uncollectible debts and bad debts amounted to tens of trillions of yen, with some of the bad ledgers even being inherited from over twenty years ago. And the uncollectible, chaotic parts were an even more staggering black hole.

While the prosecutors were still investigating inside the company, the company's management had already held a press conference in front of the main gate.

A group of managers performed a practiced 100-degree bow, deeply grateful for the arrival of the prosecutors.

"Japan's property insurance has entered the government trusteeship and review stage. Our entire management team apologizes to the public. (Private Marseille!)"

The reporters who arrived early were shocked and asked the following questions:

Will it go bankrupt?

"Let's see the investigation by the Public Prosecutor's Office and the Ministry of Finance."

Will there be compensation?

"It depends on what the Bank of Japan and the Ministry of Finance think."

What are you doing?

"We're resigning and retiring."

The management team answered fluently, even seeming to have shed a burden and feel completely relieved, as if they couldn't wait to take their entire family's assets abroad and enjoy a tropical vacation.

But before the press conference was over, officials from the Ministry of Finance stormed into the venue in a fit of rage.

"No bankruptcies allowed! No retirements allowed!"

In front of reporters, they angrily berated the management team for "shamelessly shirking their responsibilities" and then ordered them to go back to work.

After that, it became a showdown and power struggle between the Ministry of Finance, the Public Prosecutor's Office, and the management of Nippon Insurance.

Li Xinghe, along with Chiyo Hinaki, Kokubun Tsukiya, and Sato Airi, strolled up to his home on the top floor, opened the door, and went inside to relax.

Seeing Chiyo Hinaki's expression, Kokubun Tsukiya quietly pulled Sato Airi into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Li Xinghe sat on the sofa bed with Chiyo Hinaki. This Mio sofa bed had once been crushed by the massive breasts and buttocks of Mami Kaoru's mother.

Li Xinghe turned around and saw two little heads peeking through the crack in the bathroom door. Without trying to hide them, he quietly slipped his fingers into Chiyo Hinaki's mother's suit pants.

Chiyo Hina tightened her legs, clamping Li Xinghe's mischievous fingers between them, and scolded the little rascal with a flushed face:

"Don't...don't go too far..."

Li Xinghe leaned on her fragrant shoulder and whispered seductively:

"Mom was just jealous, wasn't she? They went to the bathroom."

As she spoke, her fingers continued to explore the small doorway of her mother with even greater agility, and she kept knocking on the doorbell.

Chiyo Hina's face flushed red, and just as she was about to lash out, Li Xinghe pointed out the window.

"Look, that's the Cabinet Office over there."

Standing on the rooftop of the Weekend Girls' Club, looking towards the Cabinet Office not far away, one can see hundreds of members of parliament and their secretaries crowding the building, it's packed with people. Today, the members of parliament are blocking the entrance, demanding that Shinjiro Koizumi give his opinion on how to save the economic crisis.

The lawmakers angrily denounced Koizumi in the courtyard:

"In order to approve the disaster relief bill, Congress must first be reopened."

The East Sea standoff has ended with the successful Busan Peace Forum, and there is no reason to continue blocking the reopening of the National Assembly. The day when lawmakers lose power is anyone's guess.

Koizumi also has something to say:

"It is possible to reopen Parliament, but Parliamentary operations can only resume after the Parliament building has been repaired."

He stood leisurely at the door, seemingly the least in a hurry.

Anyway, the Prime Minister is both anxious and not anxious right now.

The whole of Japan

Businesses are waiting for government funding to bail them out, and this enormous pressure is weighing on the Diet. If the Diet dares to reopen the impeachment motion against the Prime Minister, then Koizumi can simply step down and let the entire Diet bear the brunt of the anger from businesses and the people.

At this point, Koizumi began to explain the rules:

"After the Diet resumes, the vote of no confidence in the Cabinet will take effect immediately. At that time, the Prime Minister and the Cabinet will consider resigning as a whole and hold a new Cabinet election in accordance with the demands of the Diet members. It will also be considered to hold a Prime Minister election after the Tokyo gubernatorial election."

The lawmakers were even more furious.

This is utterly shameless. I've never heard of a Tokyo gubernatorial election that could make way for a prime ministerial election.

Prime Minister Koizumi displayed his old talent for nonsensical rhetoric, spouting endless platitudes that nearly drove the opposition alliance crazy.

"Either Congress abandons the vote of no confidence in the cabinet, or we have to wait for Congress to finish making amends."

The opposition camp, which was originally a patchwork of extreme left and right, is now on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, there's the Japan Restoration Party, this far-right group that began questioning Koizumi about personal matters:

"It is said that there is an American emperor, a new MacArthur, standing behind you, manipulating Japanese politics. May we inquire about this?"

Koizumi smiled and shook his head.

Then someone from the Reform Society questioned:

"Is this person Rahm Emanuel, the U.S. Ambassador to Japan?"

Outsiders only know that Li Xinghe and Koizumi are close friends who spend their days together plotting their affairs and chasing girls. At most, they know that Li Xinghe assisted in providing American funds to support Koizumi's election campaign.

In the eyes of the general public and lawmakers unfamiliar with the situation, if there were an "American Emperor," he must first and foremost be white, knowledgeable about Japanese affairs, and capable of repeated political interference. Combining these three criteria, isn't the target Ambassador Ramu, who is well-versed in Japanese politics and has repeatedly used skillful maneuvering to force the Japanese government to submit?

Shinjiro Koizumi himself laughed, and he continued to deny it with a light laugh:

No, of course not.

Even Koizumi himself didn't think there was such a person around him. Li Xinghe was just a good friend and a good financial backer, and he didn't have the right to control him.

While things were commotion in the Cabinet Office, another major piece of news broke:

"U.S. Treasury Secretary Jay Chambeau will arrive in Tokyo on April 1 with his negotiating team, hoping to represent the Trump administration in interest rate negotiations with our government."

"There's less than a week left."

There was a commotion in the Cabinet Office; under such a huge crisis, Congress was at its wits' end.

Seeing a group of members of parliament making a fuss in the Cabinet Office, Chiyo Hinaki became even more nervous, feeling as if she were standing on the street herself.

She liked to take a bath with Li Xinghe at night, but only when no one was around. In essence, it was also a kind of kinship stimulation, and the underlying meaning was the same.

"You little rascal!"

Chiyo Hinaki gritted her teeth, wishing she could bite off Li Xinghe's ears, but in reality, her pants had already slipped down to her thighs, revealing her panties made of silk threads that couldn't be covered at all.

"What's Mom's meal deal number?"

Li Xinghe breathed into her ear.

That despicable Guanyinlong Qingniao mother, just how many pairs of underwear did she sell to the women in Li Xinghe's family?

At that moment, Remi Tsutsumi, who was conducting an interview downstairs, called:

"What are you doing?"

"Damn it."

Li Xinghe rang the doorbell, rubbed his hands vigorously, and told Ti Liji a boring, lame joke.

Remi Tsutsumi ran all the way to the top floor. She had a key too, so she opened the door and rushed in.

"Stop joking, something terrible has happened! There really was an earthquake at Fuji Television."

At that moment, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, when Tsutsumi Rei burst in, Chiyo Hinaki suddenly brought her legs together, as if clamping down on Li Xinghe's fingers which were as hard as steel. A drop of water suddenly splashed out, and her face flushed almost uncontrollably.

Li Xinghe chuckled.

Chiyo Hina hurriedly pulled up her pants and scolded Tsutsumi Reimi:

"Ahem, this is a game between mother and child."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

Tsutsumi Reimi pouted. "Sis, are you trying to make me not see the water droplets hanging on your thin inner fabric?"

……

After Tsutsumi Reiji's explanation, everyone finally understood what had happened.

At this critical moment, Masahiro Nakai, Fuji Television's leading anchor, was exposed by the weekly magazine Bunshun for allegedly conspiring with a producer to sexually assault a female anchor named Watanabe. Afterwards, the anchorwoman, with nowhere to turn and no recourse, finally found a women's rights organization, but only received 9000 million yen in hush money, a sum that forbade her from revealing the incident.

Only after the female anchor resigned could she anonymously tell the Bunshun Weekly about the incident.

This scandal greatly shocked Japanese society, especially on the eve of the economic crisis, and dealt a heavy blow to Fuji Television, which was already in dire straits.

For the Japanese, the incident involving national idol male host Masahiro Nakai is like an earthquake in the entertainment industry, with an effect comparable to the Cyberpunk nuclear bombing of Hiroshima.

"Nakai? Who's that?"

As someone who doesn't follow the entertainment industry, Li Xinghe had no idea how important this person was.

Kokubun Tsukiyo and Sato Airi, however, were already stunned and speechless. For their generation, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they grew up watching Nakai Masahiro's programs.

Sato Airi, who was more adept at gossip, offered an explanation to Li Xinghe:

"If you've been living overseas for a long time, you know Takuya Kimura, right? He was the leader of a group called Masahiro Nakai during his idol days. After leaving the idol industry, Masahiro Nakai has been working as a host and guest on Fuji TV, earning more than 5 million yen a year. He earns more money and has a higher status than Takuya Kimura."

Chiyo Hinahime, on the other hand, considered things from a background perspective:

"Such a huge scandal, and the timing of its outbreak, is surely a warning to the Fuji Media Group behind the scenes, that they are preparing to push forward with the merger of the television industry, right?"

For Li Xinghe, this news meant that Fuji Television could offer discounts.

Li Xinghe then skillfully picked up his phone and began to inquire:

"How much is Fuji Television worth? If it's to be delisted and privatized, can I acquire it on my own?"

Sato Airi was completely bewildered:

"Forehead……"

Did you not understand what we were saying?

Before Chiyo could even wash her hands, she grabbed Li Xinghe's ear and demanded: