Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

“That’s right. You have Ryukyu blood, and I hope you can replicate the Greenland experience in Ryukyu. Transform what was originally just a place with some unrest into a truly independent country, or, to put it another way, a semi-independent autonomous region. The number of supporters is not a problem. As long as the US military base is there, you can stir up conflicts among US troops and create a media storm, and the minority will become the majority. I will help you take action when necessary.”

Xiao Zhang took off his hat and rubbed his head vigorously. He really wanted to follow Li Xinghe's arrangements and become a behind-the-scenes instigator, but he didn't have the ability.

After much deliberation, he could only beg for mercy with a pained expression:

"I...I really can't. But...but I can help you find people willing to create a crisis, and I don't know how either. Just let me fight, I can kill a few US troops stationed in Hong Kong."

Li Xinghe felt somewhat regretful.

Indeed, Zhang Xiaoqian was the person the organization could give him who could best connect him with the Ryukyu independence movement.

What should I do?

How can we turn our disadvantages related to Ryukyu into an advantage by forcefully intervening in Ryukyu affairs?

Trump is still stalling in the United States, but he will inevitably announce at a crucial moment that he will continue in his third term, at which point he will create a localized Ryukyu crisis, thus elevating the Ryukyu issue to a global concern.

If we miss this opportunity, it will be very difficult to cause trouble again.

Suddenly, Li Xinghe had a brilliant idea.

What if the CIA was behind all of this, not him?

The CIA must have a lot of intelligence on people involved in the Ryukyu independence movement.

Li Xinghe was certain that someone within the CIA would be interested in using the CIA to create an Okinawa independence crisis.

After all, everyone needs to boost their annual performance, and the Okinawa crisis is like a safe and high-scoring goldmine. As for what Trump might do by using the 'Ryukyu crisis,' that has nothing to do with the CIA; the CIA isn't responsible for that.

In order to align the strategic goals of the Ryukyu people with those of the US military, Li Xinghe needed to get the Ryukyu people moving. At the Maleki Foundation, there was a girl who consistently slacked off more than she worked hard, possessing an exceptional talent for fraud; she was adept at Ponzi schemes.

Let her create a spectacular scam.

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Author's note: Thank you all for your support. Here's 4300 words. I'll write less today, consider it a break.

Chapter 563: The Sun, Forced Takeover of a Company, Can Reconciliation Be Reached? (4800 words)

Qingshan headquarters.

After Zhang Xiaoqian left, another pregnant woman upstairs came down to cause trouble.

The office door opened, and a tall, beautiful woman with long legs, a slim waist, and a pregnant belly stepped out. She was wearing high heels and had a slightly menacing demeanor. With a slight movement of her slender waist, she grabbed Li Xinghe's arm and pushed him down onto the sofa.

This alluring witch had fierce eyes, but she was also quite skilled at untying her belt, quickly swallowing the vast Milky Way in one gulp.

"Whoo~"

Ayman, whose toes were trembling with pleasure, then questioned Li Xinghe:

"You've been in Los Angeles for so long, you must have caused quite a bit of trouble, right? I've figured it out, you're a born mobile source of disaster. Wherever you go, there's endless bombing. In the month you were away from Tokyo, Tokyo was peaceful and undisturbed."

Unexpectedly, Aiman ​​saw through Li Xinghe's true nature so quickly.

He is a walking disaster.

As the head of MacArthur's operations department, Ayman now has a background in both the Pentagon and the White House, and she has heard a great deal about the dangerous situation Li Xinghe encountered in Los Angeles.

So what appears to be a joke actually contains underlying concern:

"Now that you're back in Tokyo, shouldn't this whole Los Angeles drama be over?"

"No, it won't end."

Li Xinghe picked up the beautiful woman, then stood and walked to the glass window, placing her on the windowsill before thrusting into her. Bathed in the fiery glow of the setting sun over Tokyo Bay, Li Xinghe felt even more energized while having sex with Aiman.

"Don't be too rough, you lecherous dog... I didn't tell you to stop! Are you trying to annoy me?"

Aiman ​​felt as if a piece of her heart was missing because of Li Xinghe's teasing, but she also had a strategy to deal with it. She showed her white teeth and threatened Li Xinghe's shoulder, making him obediently penetrate her.

After teasing Aiman ​​a few times, Li Xinghe finally explained:

"America is like this setting sun. It shines, and people all over the world, bathed in the warmth of modern life shaped by the dollar and the American entertainment industry, feel warm without realizing that they have been subtly changed by America's influence. Every time this sun changes presidents, the whole world is driven into a frenzy by its influence. You ask me when it will end? I can only say that until a new president takes power, everything will never stop."

During the six months that Chuanbao was tinkering with, people all over the world will experience a highway adventure with the brakes removed.

Where to stop, how to stop, and in what position to park—whether you live or die—is all up to fate.

So even though Li Xinghe and Aiman ​​made love in the office, it was practically equivalent to highway sex.

Ayman ripped her skirt off completely, revealing her legs to be as small as her husband's waist.

"That's quite poetic."

"This is the result of political science research."

What Li Xinghe is citing here is the aftereffect of the world entering the era of American unipolar globalization after the 90s. All other countries parasitizing on the illusion of the US dollar, as long as they choose modernization and urbanization, will inevitably be eroded by the already established American entertainment industry, and thus unconsciously accept American modern culture.

It wasn't until the 80s and 90s that the Chinese were influenced by American rock music, sexual liberation, white-collar urban life, and television dramas, leading to a rebuilding of the entertainment industry and ultimately becoming part of the American entertainment empire. They began to imitate the US, the leader in this system, and, along with Japan, the second-largest, started limited cultural and entertainment creation. From clumsy to refined, from refined to gradually developing...

Original invention.

However, this kind of creation relies on the localization of American elements, rather than being native to the country.

Therefore, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, many scholars believe that the whole world lives in an emerald dream with the US dollar as its root, the US military as its stem, and American entertainment hegemony as its branches and leaves. Thus, every change of US president forces the entire world to resonate. For most countries, the foundation of their survival is already bound to the roots of the United States.

"So, you mean you're saying that you're leaving me nowhere to put my legs and are going to fuck me hard. It's roughly equivalent to... an American girl pinning you to the windowsill and ravaging you all night long with your feet off the ground?"

It's also a scenario in another sense: a big cart pushing a child.

Aiman's summary was so vivid that Li Xinghe was stimulated by this imagination, and she could clearly feel the trembling and hardness in the flower path.

Li Xinghe coughed twice:

"In any case, isn't every change of US president always a top global news story? Just like how various modernized Chinese states pay attention to the succession of the Zhou dynasty. Aren't those countries that cannot modernize just barbarians beyond the reach of civilization? I have long felt that the Zhou royal system, or rather the Chinese Celestial Empire system, is the most appropriate answer for the whole world."

After such a long period of overseas adventures, Li Xinghe has basically summarized his own experiences.

The American-style free world is the American-style Celestial Empire system.

In the American-style Celestial Empire system, Europe, Japan, South Korea, the Middle East, Russia, and North Korea are respectively vassals, border enemies, and barbarians at different levels, while those African and Islamic small countries that cannot modernize are like dogs lying on the side of the road.

"Defending the free world" is the same as "honoring the king and expelling the barbarians," "human rights above sovereignty" is the same as "punishing the guilty and relieving the people," and "American soldiers" is the same as "the Zhou king's six armies."

The Celestial Empire is the only true answer; how could you possibly be as wise as our ancestors?

However, the Great American Dynasty also declined because its roots were cut off by China, which practiced evil arts.

Even China, 40 years after the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique" absorbed global industrial capacity, has only recently achieved mastery of its power and begun to challenge American hegemony in this dream world. It's like the rise of the Western Qin dynasty and its invasion of Northeast China.

The US reacted by wanting to kick China out of its dream, only to find that China had absorbed its roots. Kicking China out was like a rootless driftwood, a slow suicide.

Ayman was well-versed in Chinese history and naturally knew about Li Xinghe's analogies.

She poked Li Xinghe's lower back with her toe:

"Do you still want multiple wives and concubines, seventy-two women, with beautiful women lined up kneeling by your bed for you to do as you please?"

Li Xinghe nodded with obvious delight.

Then, Aiman ​​couldn't help but get angry. The muscles in her abdomen suddenly squeezed out the pitiful little tadpole, and she grabbed Li Xinghe's tie and questioned him:

"By November, my baby will be due! To be honest, the biggest problem since I came to Tokyo with you is that I run into ten or eight women who have slept with you every time I go out. I used to find it a bit unbearable, but now I'm starting to go shopping and eat out with your women!"

What's really surprising is that it was actually Li Daiyao who was having dinner with Aiman.

During Li Xinghe's time in Los Angeles, Ayman, the "Witch of Washington," secretly investigated Li Xinghe's clique from the Qingshan Command Building. She knew that besides the Maleki Squad she knew, there were at least three or four other loose groups, namely the Weekend Girls Club, the Jian Family Women, several Slavic women, and so on.

During the investigation, Aiman ​​unexpectedly learned from Gao Tiaowuyue that Li Xinghe had an older sister and a younger sister, and even supported his younger sister's mother.

As a result, Aiman ​​gradually grew closer to Li Daiyao and easily obtained Li Daiyao's contact information by using her pregnant belly, and they gradually became friends.

Now that Aiman ​​has come to her senses, she realizes that a large portion of the women she's eaten with have slept with Li Xinghe. It's true what they say: every time you go out and meet a woman, she's a woman who's slept with your husband.

Li Xinghe, with a chuckle and shamelessness, hurriedly began serving Ms. Aiman, starting the second season of their lovemaking session:

"Let's play together next time!"

Aiman ​​didn't object, after all, the reason she kept teasing Li Xinghe was that she wanted to play for a few more hours.

But just as she was leaning against the windowsill, her shapely buttocks, like a perfect cannon frame, being fiercely pounded by Li Xinghe, Aiman ​​also had a question:

Why do it in front of the setting sun?

Li Xinghe was extremely proud:

"I feel like I'm in America, under the sun."

Even if this dream was constructed by the United States, as long as Li Xinghe emits enough influence factors, it will be tainted into the shape of Li Xinghe.

Aiman ​​couldn't handle Li Xinghe's sudden bout of hysteria; a hint of murderous intent flashed in her alluring eyes.

"You idiot, you're fucking me and your daughter! Just you wait, I'm going to send all the filthy things you said to your sister right now."

Li Xinghe was terrified and quickly begged for mercy:

"No, no, no... she'll force me to drink baijiu (Chinese liquor)."

Then, Aiman ​​used this excuse to squeeze Li Xinghe again, making the father give his daughter more high-fives from a distance for perfect prenatal education.

It wasn't until sunset that Li Xinghe finished providing Aiman ​​Shushuang's services, and the pregnant woman leisurely washed up and changed, leaving without caring about the stares of others.

Li Xinghe sighed:

Fight against nature, fight against people, fight against the United States, until the end of 2028.

……

Li Xinghe wandered around outside for a while before returning home. His waist was bruised and swollen from the woman's pinching, and he had to apply ointment.

As soon as I entered, I saw two adorable little ones snuggling together on the sofa.

"Xiao Ai! I'm back alive!"

Taihou hugged Ai tightly, her enormous breasts crushing against Ai's rosy cheeks like the Yamato's 460mm shells crushing the hull of a small destroyer.

Li Xinghe stepped forward and patted her little bottom covered in white silk: "Stop crushing it, or Xiao Ai won't survive."

Shinsawa Taifeng belatedly realized what was happening and hurriedly let go, only to find that Xiao Ai had been run over and was unconscious.

"You milk cow... I... I... when you get pregnant with Daddy's child, I'll drink all your milk..."

Despite saying some outrageous things, Wuqi Ai was quickly silenced by Li Xinghe.

Is it really appropriate to say that?

After playing with the two children for a while, Li Xinghe was pulled into the live broadcast room by Maria, who was gently lifting her jade-like buttocks on the restaurant bar. Her natural idol aura remained undiminished, but instead gained a touch of coldness.

Maria drew circles on Li Xinghe's chest with her fingers:

"Yuriko Koike has given in and is secretly contacting us."

The Tokyo Metropolitan Election results should be in by now. Logically, the results should have been out last year, but due to the various incidents Lee Sung-ha caused in Tokyo, it was delayed for a full six months. Then, after he spent more than half a month in Los Angeles, the Tokyo Metropolitan Election immediately entered the final round.

The current hottest topic isn't Yuriko Koike, but rather the "Never End Monk Rock Band" launched by Lee Seung-ha. Led by Seiichi Ohtake, the monk band charged forward shouting "love," "peace," and "music never dies," captivating the residents of Tokyo.

Of course, this so-called "hot topic" is just a media frenzy; in reality, they certainly can't compete with Koike's organized Tokyo First Party in terms of votes.

But it's enough to give Yuriko Koike a headache.

So now she has no choice but to humble herself and beg for mercy.

Maria claps her hands:

"Let's go negotiate now. Sister Yuzhi is already having dinner with Yuriko Koike."

"Huh? I just got home..."

Li Xinghe felt very tired and had a bad feeling.

But Maria blinked and started speaking in a sweet, coquettish voice:

"Grandma Yuzhi is going to call you in a little while and ask for your help!"

The joke struck Li Xinghe again.

He had no choice but to put on his clothes, first pinning down Taihou Niizawa and Ai Azuma, who had secretly written "Top 10 Breasts in the House," on the sofa and spanking them, before heading out to a ryotei with Maria.

At this

Her daughter, the true voluptuous beauty, Hanabatake Ouji Tamae, sits gracefully upright, yet possesses a power that makes it difficult to look away.

The withered old woman opposite her was Yuriko Koike.

Yuzhi and Yuriko Koike held multiple rounds of negotiations.