"What an impressive momentum, 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 becomes prime 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 me."
"But a Governor of Hokkaido at only 30 years old—what an enviable age and achievement!" Koizumi Ichiro was fully aware of the next move of Xiu Xin, "Do you know where I was at 30?"
