Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

"Have you encountered any difficulties in your operations?"

The farm manager was too honest, still waving his hands and shaking his head:

"Actually, under the current economic conditions, our profits are quite good. The government provides purchase and pesticide subsidies, and demand exceeds supply. Major cities in Tokyo are ordering fresh organic fruits and vegetables from us..."

Miyaji Ai was furious, but she couldn't show it on her face; she could only clench her small fists.

To be honest, compared to China, the biggest advantage of Japan is that prices were so high that after the new farms started operating on a large scale, they could make several times the profit just by selling vegetables directly. After the first batch of rice hit the market, everyone calculated the costs and found that they could make a profit even without government subsidies, and with subsidies, they were even more thrilled.

Now, Li Xinghe no longer needs to forcibly seize land through administrative means. Savvy Japanese agricultural capital is finding ways to obtain centralized agricultural permits, willing to spend several times the usual amount to hire lawyers and rural authorities to litigate and expropriate land. Some have even signed cooperation agreements with the government, bearing the farm development costs, all in an effort to quickly create their own large farms.

Japan not only wants to address its agricultural shortcomings, but also has a growing trend of exporting high-end agricultural products overseas.

Seeing that the person in charge was clueless, Miyaji Aihai asked in annoyance:

"Everyone's here..."

The farm manager immediately clapped his hands:

"Everyone is having an event. You're all welcome to join us."

The person in charge led her to the farm's group activity room, where a rather corny TikTok hit song was playing. A large group of Chinese from all over the country were there to worship the gods and Buddhas, and then they started singing and dancing energetically, making friends with great enthusiasm.

Not only are there cheesy TikTok hits and dances, but the winter farm has a bountiful harvest, with plenty of fruits, vegetables, and pork. The surrounding plates are filled with all kinds of delicious food, from cold cuts of meat to small strawberries, from vegetable salads to big apples, which is enough to whet your appetite.

Actually, daily life on the farm isn't that simple; everyone gets really tired when things get busy. But today, to promote the farm's self-sufficiency and abundance, everyone ate, drank, and had fun to their heart's content.

Amidst the energetic singing and dancing, the entire film crew went to eat.

Miyaji Aikai was so angry with the farm manager that she was about to die.

You're showing off your bountiful harvest and how much money you're making. Aren't you going to be hated by the Japanese people watching TV who are buying overpriced agricultural products?

She's not just wandering around this farm where she's pulled up all those high-end stockings; she's working towards Li Xinghe's grand political goals.

Therefore, Miyaji Aimi could only grit her teeth and ask the question directly:

"You...is there any difficulty the farm is facing?"

She bites particularly hard when it comes to difficult situations.

Finally, the person in charge realized what the TV station wanted to film.

The person in charge hesitated for a long time, too embarrassed to talk about the village's dirty secrets—who was having an affair, who was gay, who was peeping at whom—before finally blurting out:

"Ah...it's a problem. We're short of Japanese teachers here, and everyone's speaking Chinese. How about we get some Japanese teachers approved?"

"That's it, cut this part out and don't broadcast it."

Miyaji Aikai collapsed instantly, almost fainting from anger.

The two sides' thinking was completely in sync.

The Chinese farm manager wanted to showcase his happy moments and promote the farm's beauty through self-sufficiency and cultural life.

Japanese television stations, on the other hand, need suffering to evoke sympathy and promote their social acceptance.

The Japanese are inherently xenophobic. Videos depicting the hardships of daily life on farms are meant to highlight the "suffering" of the farm workers, implying that they are the ones "supporting" the Japanese, thus generating sympathy and creating a sense of acceptance to "integrate into Japanese society," ultimately achieving social integration.

But you guys are here using drones to spray pesticides, eating and dancing together, and even having a group film festival. You eat and drink without even using Japanese. You're here to enjoy yourself, while the Japanese in the city are eating rotten vegetable leaves that are like shit. How do you think you can create a sense of integration?

Just as the filming at the farm was in full swing (and fraught with difficulty), the photographer suddenly noticed a small transport plane flying over from the direction of Yamanashi Prefecture in the distance.

"What is that thing?"

They turned the camera around and aimed it at the planes whizzing through the air.

"That's... a suicide plane?"

The plane's flight path was very peculiar; it headed straight for the Imperial Palace in Tokyo. Therefore, anyone with a modicum of common sense, including a photography crew that frequently travels by helicopter, would know that this plane was on its way to carry out an attack.

Miyaji Aimi almost fainted from fright again, and hurriedly called the Taiko, who was diligently sowing the seeds of spring.

Li Xinghe was speechless after receiving the call and forwarded the message to the Tokyo air defense department.

The old man in the sky was still using a loudspeaker to address those below:

"Wow, I'm Japanese!!!"

His reason for launching the attack on the Imperial Palace was quite simple, as he himself stated:

"The Imperial Family is already slaves of the Chinese. In order to prevent Japan from becoming a Chinese colony, and to protect Japan, Banzai! Banzai! Banzai!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, an 83-year-old man piloted a small, six-seat general aviation aircraft manufactured by the American Beechcraft Corporation, leaving a trail of black smoke as he headed towards the Imperial Palace.

People on the ground were shouting, "Old man, jump! You're going to die!"

Unfortunately... none of the air defense departments in Tokyo anticipated this.

Because the airspace over Tokyo was previously controlled by the Americans, while the lower airspace was controlled by the Tokyo Air Self-Defense Force, the prevention and control of such small aircraft had been relatively lacking. Li Xinghe had previously launched drones in Tokyo many times, and the suicide drones still managed to wipe out his political enemies as if they were in an empty field.

Now that he's in power, his political enemies are throwing drones at him, but low-altitude air defense is still just as terrible.

When the air defense department learned of this, everyone was stunned:

"This is a Beechcraft Volvo 36 produced in 1968, who would care about this thing?"

This prototype piston-engine aircraft, which came out in 1947, only had a cruising speed of 300 kilometers per hour after improvements. The prototype flew even slower, so what normal air defense department would care about such a piece of junk?

It's even less likely that we'd shoot expensive anti-aircraft missiles at it.

This dilapidated plane is only worth a few million yen on the secondhand market, which isn't even a fraction of the price of an anti-aircraft missile.

Because it flies very slowly, can only carry a few passengers, and there aren't many people in Japan who hold private pilot licenses (pilots for their own use), the tuition for this thing starts at 600 million yen and the learning time is as long as 2-3 years. Any normal person would not have the time to spend money to build this waste.

However, Japan has a group of Showa-era veterans who have existed since the last century, are wealthy, have pensions, are idle, and have not yet had their driver's licenses revoked by the slow-witted and incompetent police and local governments.

Finally, the suicide plane crashed into the Imperial Palace, penetrating straight through.

Then a little black smoke rose up, and that was it.

Using a mere piston-engine aircraft to bombard the Imperial Palace is tantamount to setting off firecrackers on the ground. Faced with the new Imperial Palace defense line capable of withstanding nuclear bombardment, this amount of force is not even enough to make the Imperial Palace feel sluggish and fatigued.

"Neuropathy."

Tokyo residents are speechless with their complaints.

Hey old man, don't cause trouble for everyone!

The old man parachuted at the last moment and got caught on a tree branch in the outer moat of the Imperial Palace.

"Feel the fear of the samurai!"

After a disheveled fall from the tree, 83-year-old Deng tried to escape, only to find himself surrounded by thousands of cabinet special forces, SWAT officers, regular patrol officers, and Metropolitan Police Department clerks, all with dark faces and gripping batons.

They surrounded him, their faces dark, staring at him as if they wanted to tear him apart alive.

I did feel fear.

But it wasn't Li Xinghe who was terrified, but almost all the residents of Tokyo.

Even more terrified was the Tokyo Air Self-Defense Force's air traffic control center, which had been completely unaware that the small plane had crossed the flight path and was attempting a kamikaze attack on Taiko. Meanwhile, personnel at the Tokyo Air Defense Missile Brigade, the Tokyo Garrison Regiment, the 1st Combined Division's air defense anti-aircraft center, radar stations, and the Metropolitan Police Department's SWAT team—almost everyone involved—felt a suffocating rage.

Just thinking about the disciplinary committee investigating them who were about to come knocking, the man in black, the darkness of the detention room, and Li Xinghe's murderous gaze, made everyone go crazy.

Where did this old man come from? Don't you want to live? We still have to live!

Just as everyone was preparing to beat the old man to death with a stick, investigators from the Cabinet Public Security Section 9 drove up in the old man's car.

Yukimi-chan got out of the car with several policewomen and inquired about the situation.

She called Li Xinghe:

"Hello? Yes, we've caught the attacker. It's an old man, 83 years old, from Koshu City, Yamanashi Prefecture, and his name seems to be Jian. Hmm... According to the urgent information provided by the police, he is suspected to be a local landowner whose abandoned land has been reclaimed by the authorities."

"Okay, I understand..."

Higashikawa Yukami glanced at the Imperial Palace Forest, which was billowing black smoke, and the large palace buildings under reconstruction within the forest, before ending her call with Li Xinghe.

Standing at 1.89 meters tall, as beautiful and dazzling as the Tokyo Tower, the stunningly beautiful Higashikawa Yukami was furious that she had been squeezed out of her room today by Li Xinghe's group of blood relatives and sisters.

She gripped the steel whip tightly, almost with the rage to the point of bending it.

The old man was dragged down by the enraged crowd, held on the ground, and pulled like a corpse from the old man's car towards the Imperial Palace.

The West Ice House Hotel, exclusively for the Imperial Palace, awaits him.

The surrounding people exuded a murderous aura, and even sent someone to the Qingshan Commandery to invite interrogation expert Valeria to participate. The old man had to feel the pain and rage of tens of thousands of bureaucrats. Did Mei think about Mei Kongni Lin Zaizai...?

"Damn it... I'd like to know how much guts you have to do something like this!"

Chapter 771: Li Xinghe Takes Over the Master and Wu Jianzhong's Billion-Dollar Aircraft Carrier (5900 words)

A dark, oppressive prison cell, countless batons, and a trembling old man.

"Shall we get on the electric chair?"

"I think we should just use truth serum."

Soon, the 83-year-old Showa man experienced firsthand the terrifying nature of this black hotel.

Electric shocks, psychological intimidation, and terror were used to torment the old man to the point of near death in no time.

Kosuke confessed to everything.

His land wasn't completely confiscated, and he stopped farming. As a Showa-era old man, he looked down on Li Xinghe, but initially had no intention of causing trouble.

What angered him was extremely absurd.

It was because when he applied for his national ID, he wanted to use the surname 'Suga', but the local ward office employee didn't understand and selected 'O' by default.

So, on the identity ID issued by the government, his name became 'Little Man'.

This word means "neutral child" in Japanese, and it's already a strange, uncommon word. Then, some clueless person told him that in Chinese, "小人" means "bad person" or "despicable person." Enraged, the old man flew a plane and crashed it into the Earth.

When the final summary of the news reached Li Xinghe, he was so angry he laughed:

"Um... should I say it was no surprise? It's good enough that our frontline staff can get things done; they just chose the wrong surname."

You can't say that Japan's lower-level civil servants are bad, but at least they can get things going.

On the one hand, they're good at producing excrement, they're also enormous shit-producing machines. If it weren't for the major renovation of the Imperial Palace, this little bastard probably would have sent the Emperor and his family to their doom.

Ayako Aso asked him:

"What should we do with this old man? Slaughter him?"

"Why kill him? What's the point of killing an 83-year-old man? Take all his land and turn it into a new agricultural reclamation station. Find a way to dump him somewhere, like a prison in Hokkaido, and remember to revoke his private pilot's license."

As for the information released to the public, it cannot be stated that the plane intentionally crashed into the Imperial Palace; rather, it should be said that the 83-year-old man made dangerous maneuvers in the air, causing the plane to lose control and crash into the Imperial Palace. The Yamanashi Prefectural Police has been ordered to immediately conduct an internal investigation and strictly review the driver's licenses of all individuals aged 80 and above.

The information released to the public is actually quite credible.

Because Japan is a country where the dangers of elderly drivers are very serious, there are countless cases of elderly drivers in their seventies and eighties suddenly having a breakdown, losing control, and going blank on the road, resulting in fatal accidents.

But for the Li Xinghe government, it revealed the appalling quality of grassroots civil servants in Japanese society.

Li Xinghe slammed his fist on the table and decided to launch his own initiative:

"We also need our own rectification campaign!"

What was Li Xinghe's rectification campaign?

Numerous groups of men in black infiltrated various provincial and ministerial departments, beginning to supervise and instruct their work.

Administrative staff from various departments of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government and local governments were subjected to rounds of scrutiny and training, and were subjected to harsh criticism.

"Don't you guys know how to use DingTalk?!"

"You'd better learn how to use office software properly!"

"This workflow won't work; it must be reduced to four steps!"

"Why do I need to apply? Why do I need to report? Your boss makes you wait an average of an hour to get a response? Get your supervisor here; if he can't answer these questions, he's fired!"

To put it simply, it's about speeding up administrative processes in Japan. Where electronic software can be used, there's no need to add people or create unnecessary delays.

Just like the strange choice this old man made when registering his name, which led to a minor incident.

People discovered that Li Xinghe's reforms were actually aimed at reducing the stupid bureaucratic processes of "reporting, connecting, and coordinating," significantly cutting away meaningless and foolish work, and leaving more time for grassroots civil servants to do their jobs properly.

Both civil servants and residents have felt the positive improvements brought about by this round of rectification.

Everyone praised Li Xinghe:

"Benevolence!"