"What an impressive montum, with the cheering of thousands!"
In the office, Koizumi Ichiro tossed the newspaper onto his desk and chuckled quietly.
"They’re just a bunch of ignorant commoners." His secretary approached, refilling his water cup, and said with a smile, "They even shout things like how the country will be saved if Xiu Xin becos pri minister. Fortunately, the inheritance of national power has never been decided by these commoners."
"Heh, how can you say that? We’re all elected by the people. If national power’s inheritance isn’t decided by the citizens, is it decided by us?" Koizumi Ichiro remarked blandly.
The secretary admitted fault, "Ah, that was foolish of ."
"But a Governor of Hokkaido at only 30 years old—what an enviable age and achievent!" Koizumi Ichiro was fully aware of the next move of Xiu Xin, "Do you know where I was at 30?"
"I don’t know, but wherever you were at 30 doesn’t affect the fact that you are now a Cabinet Minister and will be the future Pri Minister," the secretary flattered, then, changing the subject, added, "While Xiu Xin, though the governor at 30, is destined for prison in the future."
He was also fully aware of his master’s intention to deal with Xiu Xin first after becoming Pri Minister.
"What a pity!" Koizumi Ichiro sighed with a hint of genuineness, "It’s a pity he’s offended too many people for the Yanchuan Family. Otherwise, at his age, with such achievents, his future would be limitless."
"If he hadn’t offended so many people for the Yanchuan Family, he wouldn’t have achieved such success at this age either," the secretary replied with a light smile.
Koizumi Ichiro was montarily taken aback, then couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head, "I suppose I was looking at things too one-dinsionally."
After resigning, Xiu Xin found himself relaxed.
With no work obligations, he had plenty of free ti and visited Hokkaido on February 12th.
His first stop was the Youth Association headquarters, and he had already inford Ogimura Yoko about his visit on the ninth.
Therefore, Ogimura Yoko had also selected a number of progressive veteran mbers to attend this gathering in advance.
The Youth Association headquarters was large but located in the suburbs, a forr factory turned into a venue.
The place was big enough and remote, usually hosting events without attracting attention.
On the morning of the 13th, over a hundred progressives selected by Ogimura Yoko and Yoshino Nagashun from across the country held banners and waited in line at the entrance.
These were young n and won aged in their teens and twenties, standing in the cold wind for an hour or two, yet filled with excitent and anticipation.
Don’t ask them if they were cold.
Their hearts were burning with passion.
"Mr. Aoyama!" "President!"
"Ah! Welco, Mr. President!"
When Xiu Xin’s vehicle appeared in sight, everyone shouted fervently, faces flushed with excitent, their voices hoarse like die-hard fans.
"Order! Keep order! Don’t disappoint the President, you fools!" Yoshino Nagashun shouted loudly.
Hearing this, the fiery crowd gradually quieted down, each returning to their position, eyes eagerly watching the approaching vehicle.
After a minute or two, the vehicle stopped, and Xiu Xin opened the door himself, stepping out from the back with a smile.
"Welco, Mr. President!" everyone shouted in unison.
"Excellent! Such a strong spirit!" Xiu Xin praised, his face a gentle smile like a breath of spring, "Seeing your vitality, I know this moribund country still has hope. Are you willing to join in changing the status quo?"
"Willing! Willing! Willing!" Everyone shouted hysterically, tearing their lungs.
Xiu Xin had no doubt that if he asked this group to charge the palace with him now, they would dare.
"It’s cold outside, everyone should go in first. Don’t catch a cold; you are the pillars of the nation, the backbone to change and save this country in the future. You mustn’t fall in this cold wind."
As Xiu Xin spoke, he moved forward and took off his gloves, handing them to a girl around twenty holding a banner, her hands red from the cold.
"Look at your hands, frozen stiff. Quickly put them on."
"Pre...President! Wah!" The girl was moved to tears by the idol’s concern for her, trying to say sothing but unable to form the words, and just cried.
Watching the scene, others envied her, wishing they were the ones receiving the gloves.
"Alright, alright, I’m here." Xiu Xin laughed and gently helped her put on the gloves, "Let’s all go inside, please."
Only then did the group escort him inside.
Xiu Xin took the microphone handed by Ogimura Yoko, glanced around, and said, "Since becoming the Honorary President of the Youth Association, this is my first eting with so many like-minded comrades. I’m very happy, very excited, very gratified, and more convinced our country still has hope and will revive!"
"I’m a bit older, taking a few steps on this path to revive the country. I believe you’ll follow my footsteps after finishing your studies, so let pave the way and set up a nurturing environnt for you."
"Clap! Clap! Clap!" Thunderous applause erupted.
Xiu Xin smiled and said, "All the branch presidents from various places should be here today, right? It’s rare to have everyone gathered, let’s take a group photo to commorate."
Upon hearing this, the crowd beca excited again. Who wouldn’t be thrilled to get a photo with their idol!
After the group photo, Xiu Xin had separate talks with several branch presidents with significant growth, enjoying food and drink together, singing and dancing, exchanging ambitions, discussing the future, while answering so questions about the political situation from the mbers.
Amidst the joyful atmosphere, Xiu Xin called Ogimura Yoko into the President’s office.
He listened to her report on so of the Youth Association’s recent developnts.
"In the past year, we’ve established branches in major cities nationwide, primarily relying on local colleges. We have over ten thousand official mbers, and over thirty thousand probationary mbers, but funding has beco tight..."
"Money is not an issue." Xiu Xin interrupted Ogimura Yoko, saying, "The developnt of the Youth Association needs to speed up and intensify. Any shortage of funds, I’ll have allocated. We can’t stop."
"Ah!" Ogimura Yoko respectfully responded.
Xiu Xin said, "Get a glass of water."
He only visited a few tis a year, so the President’s office was usually used by Ogimura Yoko.
"Ah!" Ogimura Yoko picked up a glass to get water. Because they were indoors, she only wore a black sweater and blue jeans, her sexy figure accentuated, captivating Xiu Xin’s eyes as she bent over. It had been a while since he’d indulged in newcors.
Ogimura Yoko keenly felt Xiu Xin’s gaze. Her cheeks reddened, but her heart brimd with anticipation and excitent. After all, as a fervent fan, she eagerly awaited her idol’s favor too.
She deliberately slowed her movents, allowing Xiu Xin to admire her proud curves, and brought the glass in front of him, tentatively asking with trembling voice, "President, are you tired from the journey? May I give you a massage?"
"Then I’ll trouble Xingzi." Xiu Xin discerned her intent and agreed.
Ogimura Yoko’s cheeks flushed as she moved behind him to massage his shoulders, fully pressing her abundant assets against his head, her hands slowly moving from his shoulders to his chest. Seeing Xiu Xin didn’t refuse, she said in a trembling voice, "Xingzi wants your favor, President."
Xiu Xin turned to glance at her.
Ogimura Yoko released him, her face glowing red as she removed her sweater and jeans, revealing her fair skin inch by inch, standing there bare, body slightly trembling, eyes closed, saying, "Please, President, enjoy Xingzi’s pure body."
"What an enticing body indeed." Xiu Xin stood and gently ran his fingers over her smooth skin, feeling her goosebumps rise, "Are you willing to give everything to the President?"
"I am! As long as you need, I am willing to give my body, give my life, forever follow you, and do anything for you, President," Ogimura Yoko replied with burning, firm eyes, without hesitation.
Xiu Xin smiled satisfied, kissed her cheek, and embraced her back into the chair.
Heavy breathing echoed in the office.
Outside, a group of young n and won were reveling, dreaming of changing the country and the world with Xiu Xin.
They had no idea what unsightly scenes were unfolding in the President’s office just a wall away.
The President and Vice President were intimately connected.
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