Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

She leaned against the door, her face flushed.

"See you tomorrow, Dad..."

At this point, she winked charmingly at Li Xinghe:

"No, it should be 'See you tomorrow, honey.'"

Standing in his own hallway, Li Xinghe fell into deep thought.

What will happen then?

A female college student majoring in sports who brings her child to class?

Li Xinghe hurriedly shook his head. "This is too evil! Is this okay? This is not good."

……

The next day, Li Xinghe had a wet dream.

In my dream, I was holding Niizawa Tai in my left arm and Azuma Ai in my right arm, and then I announced to my family that I was going to marry my daughter and have her daughter's daughter.

This startled Li Xinghe awake.

Upon waking, I saw a pair of indescribable, mountain-like shadows hovering overhead, obscuring my vision.

Am I blind?

He reached out and squeezed it; it was soft, huge, and terrifying.

"No, it's just that the sky is blocked."

The woman being massaged, gentle and virtuous, her face flushed, urged him on:

"Get up, don't be lazy."

Li Xinghe got up. The woman standing next to him was a gentle and virtuous woman, a beautiful woman who resembled a traditional Japanese Nadeshiko. Her smooth, long hair fell over her shoulders, and her fine, center-parted hair framed her round, oval face. Her two bright, sparkling eyes made people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze. She had the kind of stereotypical, classic tall, black-haired, straight-haired beauty that Japanese people often associate with older female students.

"Sister Yuzhi".

Li Xinghe hurriedly got up.

"Call me Grandma," Yuzhi said, hands on her hips, sounding somewhat annoyed.

"Yes, Grandma Yuzhi."

Li Xinghe began his merciless double entendre, and then Hanabatake Daijutsu grabbed his waist and pinched him all the way from when he was getting dressed to when he went downstairs.

The two were going to a religious seminar today, so Li Xinghe dressed up as a priest, while Yuzhi dressed up in a more sophisticated manner than a shaman.

The Science Council of Japan, a special body under the Cabinet Office, embodies a unique "I say I'm independent, and I am independent" attitude by claiming academic freedom despite being government-funded. Its affiliated Japan Society for Religious Studies claims to be a non-governmental academic institution—does anyone believe that?

Regardless of how outsiders see it, the Japanese actually believe it quite a bit.

The annual conference of the Japanese Society for Religious Studies primarily focuses on the relationship between religion, philosophy, and society; it can also be viewed as a form of tedious philosophical speculation. The current council of the Society for Religious Studies...

The host of this verbal battle was Seiko Fujiwara, a professor of religious studies at the University of Tokyo.

For the two people who came here, it was purely to gain experience.

Yu Zhi pinched Li Xinghe's arm, feigning anger and shyness, and pointed to the auditorium of the Japan Academic Conference Building:

"Do you remember? The first time we met, I was standing in the audience and you were standing on the stage with a baton, looking like you were about to smash my forehead with the baton at any moment."

That all happened last year. Masayuki Ohara organized a major strike by Tokyo's civil servants, which led to Li Xinghe and a large number of American thugs launching a surprise attack in the middle of the night, arresting the core resistance members and imprisoning them in the auditorium of the academic conference building.

If Li Xinghe hadn't protected and let those people go back then, Yu Zhi would probably be a mortal enemy of his own clan today, and they would be locked in a life-or-death struggle.

The morning meeting was uneventful. Yuzhi leaned against Li Xinghe, drooling as she slept.

Around noon, Li Xinghe got up and went out to invite Mio, the head of the Shinto Association, to come out.

Tian Wenbo turned around in confusion:

"Kid, what are you doing?"

"Do you remember Seiichi Otake, the hero of the Dokdo incident? I'd like to present them to you in a more polished way."

"Oh? Tell me more."

Fumihiro Uchida hurriedly asked. "In recent years, the religious influence of the Shinto Federation has been declining, and there's a need for more outreach to young people."

Li Xinghe introduced his proposal:

"Let them become monks, but mainly rely on rock bands and other formats that young people like to spread public opinion."

Tian Wenbo couldn't understand a single word Li Xinghe said.

But as the president of the Divine Political Alliance, the old man's abstract thinking ability was not bad. Although he did not understand the connection between Li Xinghe's words, he could roughly guess that he was following the modern abstract style.

Is a Shintoist political alliance going to support a monk?

This may sound outrageous, but it's actually not a big problem.

Because groups like the Shintoists' Association, which are too closely linked to the Liberal Democratic Party (LDP), would inevitably face boycotts from Tokyo voters if they nominated a Shinto priest to run for office. Everyone still remembers the numerous voter suppression campaigns led by the LDP last year.

Therefore, monks, existing between ordinary people and Shintoism, appear much more Buddhist and natural. They represent the position of the religious community while remaining relatively distant from the Shinto Alliance. Since Li Xinghe can vouch for them, the Shinto Alliance is willing to endorse them.

"Sure, as long as you guarantee they'll obey at the right time."

Da Tianwenbo is happy to exert his influence.

Once the matter was settled, Li Xinghe immediately notified Da Yuecheng and the others to go to Sengakuji Temple, a famous Buddhist temple in Tokyo, which was recommended by Tian Wenbo, to become monks.

It's just a matter of shaving one's head, that's all.

Li Xinghe sent a reporter from Fuji TV to come:

"National hero, Seiichi Ohtake, is taking his vows live at Quanyue Temple!"

Fujidai, with its bizarre existence, has gradually become a gathering place for strange creatures.

The morning news lavishes praise on China's high technology, then inserts mobile game ads; the midday variety shows are crammed with cheap Korean female celebrities, including some veteran stars making a comeback, making it seem like a Korean TV station; the evening news then shifts to discussing the East Asian situation with 'uneasy and dizzying,' followed by performances from oddballs on the Japanese right wing.

According to netizens, this TV station has become a bottomless company that only cares about money, displaying Chinese, Japanese, and Korean flags and three suns in the morning, noon, and evening.

But netizens have no way to help.

Because Fuji TV's political spectrum is already far to the right, and even right-wing television stations are like this, other stations, in order to survive, follow suit and dare to accept any kind of advertising. So, in the past, Japanese people would react with shock and disgust when they saw Chinese advertisements on TV, but now, as long as the program is still running, they just grit their teeth and accept it.

When the TV station began broadcasting the live shaving of Ootake Seiichi, the viewership rating instantly exceeded 15%.

Although online it's all:

"Yaba, Japan is finished."

Such sentiments exist, but viewership ratings don't lie; Seiichi Otake still enjoys high popularity among the public.

Faced with this situation, Li Xinghe plans to have them start releasing an album as soon as possible in order to run for the Tokyo gubernatorial election.

After the meeting, Li Xinghe first took Yuzhi home to rest, and then went to the Cabinet Office.

As soon as I entered, I heard Koizumi complaining:

"The economic data for the last two months has been absolutely terrible, and another insurance company has started refusing to issue any new policies, prompting an investigation by the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office. But I can't let them go bankrupt, otherwise what will happen to social security?"

Li Xinghe comforted Xiaoquan:

"Don't be so pessimistic. As long as we endure a little more hardship outside of Tokyo, everything will be alright. If Hokkaido is finished, there's still Nagoya. If Nagoya is all gone, there's still Osaka. Preserving Tokyo means preserving everything."

Even so, Koizumi grew increasingly sorrowful as he listened. He asked his secretary:

"Is there any good news internationally?"

To comfort myself, I'll find something even more tragic.

The secretary said:

Does Britain's claim that their government is bankrupt count?

Koizumi waved his hand:

"The British government has declared bankruptcy several times."

The secretary then broadcast the following:

"Does the record-breaking number of British emigrants count? Aside from Commonwealth countries and the United States, Singapore and China have become their second-largest destinations for emigration. The number of middle- and upper-class white British (including EU whites) emigrating has surpassed the influx of Indians and Africans into Britain. At the same time, the number of British emigrants to China has officially exceeded the number of Chinese emigrants to Britain; they are now moving in the opposite direction to East Asia. You probably wouldn't believe this data."

Immigration is a prime example of voting with one's feet. While immigrants from Africa, South Asia (India and Pakistan) continue to pour into Britain, higher-income earners outside the financial district are constantly leaving. Their primary destinations are the United States and Australia, followed by Hong Kong and Singapore.

Perhaps in the future, the British royal family will also have to become black-skinned; this would be a kind of magical transformation.

Li Xinghe exclaimed in amazement:

"Oh dear. Maybe the future King of England really will be both black and green. Hopefully, North Sea oil can save Britain."

Unfortunately, as one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, Britain seems poised to become the first clown to crumble.

This is hardly surprising, given that Britain is the least prestigious of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, with even "The Prime Minister" jokingly referring to itself as a missile launch site for the United States. However, Jim Hacker probably didn't anticipate that Britain would create such a mess with Brexit, and then, while pursuing anti-China and pro-American policies, run into Irish-American President Biden.

As a result, Britain circled the three major markets of China, Europe, and the United States without signing a single trade agreement, becoming a completely abandoned orphan. With the economy declining year after year, prices and rents skyrocketing, and job opportunities dwindling, few Britons who left were willing to return.

When the topic of oil came up, Koizumi quickly slapped his forehead:

"Oil, right! Wasn't there an oil project before? A year has passed, how's it going?"

Li Xinghe then explained to him in a low voice:

"Um... we've run into a small problem. We can't build the well ourselves, so we're applying to a Chinese company for assistance. But, as you know... there are many obstacles..."

"I personally approve it. Construction will begin immediately!"

At this moment, Koizumi was disregarding everything.

Li Xinghe began contacting Kokubun Makabe:

"The Vladivostok bathing oil project can now officially begin."

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Author's Note: Thank you all for your support. Here's 4900 words. I was a bit dazed this morning, but I'll update a little more this afternoon.

Chapter 536: Sharing the First Husband, Forced Love in the Jian Family (3700 words)

"Hmm... how can we make it until September?"

Shinjiro Koizumi's political ambitions were quickly worn down into a conservative approach of stalling for time.

Looking at Koizumi, who had aged several years in just six months as prime minister, Li Xinghe keenly sensed that the young man's fighting spirit was waning.

He lacked the unwavering determination to fight the opposition to the bitter end. So when Lee Sung-ha advised him to prepare to step down and bide his time to avoid the aftermath of the economic crisis, Koizumi stopped fighting to remain prime minister.

"What happened?"

Li Xinghe pulled Takikawa Masami aside to a corner and secretly asked her questions.

“When you were in Korea…” Takikawa Masami rolled her eyes, “His mistress was exposed by the opposition party, but the Cabinet Office put in a lot of effort to suppress the news. I was almost ready to go on TV and cry and forgive him.”

Playing the mistress card is a fatal mistake for politicians, and for a prime minister, it's an even bigger social crisis. Koizumi, with his constant scandals, has created a huge financial hole.

Then Li Xinghe learned that while he was in Busan and Seoul, the Japanese Diet had resumed its internal struggle. As the opposition coalition launched counterattacks in the Diet, Koizumi, without Li Xinghe directing him behind the scenes, began to focus on rebuilding the Seiwakai and winning back more former Abe faction members of parliament. He regarded the internal party struggle after his resignation as a more important agenda than his current premiership.

He's already busy even before he's officially stepped down. So his departure from office will definitely be faster than expected.

Changes in mindset also lead to changes in coping strategies.

Li Xinghe couldn't slap Xiaoquan twice to bring him to his senses, so he also had to prepare himself in advance.

"It's okay, just let me know if there are any problems."

"Ah."

Takikawa Masami kissed Li Xinghe on the cheek and saw him out of the Cabinet Office.

Since Koizumi no longer wanted to continue, Li Xinghe naturally needed to make preparations early. After Miss Yuzhi returned to the Witch Party's election headquarters, he strolled over to the Zhizhong Association and arranged to meet with Lu Yuchi Huayingmei.

Soon, he waited at the Sky Mirror Restaurant for Miss Hua Yingmei, who was still poised and elegant, and who was performing with pure perfection.

And Ayako Aso, whom she had dragged over.

Both are daughters of former prime ministers, but Kaori Kazumi radiates brilliance, her eyes brimming with wisdom and confidence, while Ayako Aso has only just begun her training as a member of parliament. So, although their attire is similar and she is slightly less beautiful, their auras are worlds apart. If Li Xinghe were to describe them, they would be like an owl surveying the night and a passing white mouse.

Li Xinghe joked with a smile:

"The daughters of a former prime minister have debuted as a group? What's going on in Parliament?"

"The council has long regarded us as a pair of 'loser women,' saying we're both old women no one wants. Meanwhile, you're busy flying around everywhere, why are you only remembering you have two beautiful wives now?"