November 6th, evening.
Inside a private room of a bar in Sapporo, it was packed with people.
Aoyama Xiu Xin sat in the middle of the sofa.
A group of burly American youths, either black or white, stood across the table in front of him. Those who didn't know might have thought he was selecting male models.
Everyone stared at Aoyama Xiu Xin with fervent eyes, puffing up their chests to show their best side.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Minister Aoyama Xiu Xin I was telling you about. Don't be fooled by Minister Aoyama's youth—hE has significant authority. All the police in Hokkaido report to him, and moreover, he has a fortune in millions, his brother is a National Member of Parliament, and his grandfather is a Cabinet Minister. In the future, hE will surely be a famous politician not only in Japan but around the world."
James pointed at Aoyama Xiu Xin and went on a tirade of praise.
"Minister Aoyama!"
His group of comrades saluted in unison.
