Miyashita Naoyuki sounded genuinely anxious over the phone, certainly not faking it. Now that they were strategic partners in embezzling national finances, he obviously couldn’t just ignore the situation.
So, having just unbuckled his belt, Miyashita Naoyuki had to abruptly pause, heedless of the astonished stares from the ten young women kneeling around him, he pulled his pants up and stormed out without looking back to bid farewell to Fujimoto Takayoshi.
"Mr. Aoyama, why so quick today?"
"One against ten, as the saying goes, ’Two fists can’t beat four hands,’ it’s tough to fend off ten all alone!"
"Hahaha, well said! Mr. Aoyama should have called us all in to help..."
Seeing Aoyama Xiu Xin return, everyone teased, filling the private room with a cheerful atmosphere.
"Go on, I hadn’t even started," Aoyama Xiu Xin said indifferently as he approached Fujimoto Takayoshi to apologize, "Minister, I’m really sorry, but I must leave. Miyashita Naoyuki is urgently looking for me, he’ll pick me up at the club soon."
"Ah! This bastard... Your leaving really dims the excitement of tonight’s event," Fujimoto Takayoshi frowned and sighed discontentedly talking about Miyashita Naoyuki.
Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled, gestured to the others, and said, "Tonight’s stars are us as a collective, not just me. Besides, with the Minister here, missing one person won’t dampen anyone’s spirits. I fear if I don’t head out, that fool might barge in and spoil everyone’s fun."
"That’s true." Fujimoto Takayoshi considered Miyashita Naoyuki’s character, finding it reasonable, and jokingly patted Aoyama Xiu Xin’s shoulder, "Then please, Mr. Aoyama, go handle this guy for us."
"Sure! Minister, rest assured, I promise to complete the task!" Aoyama Xiu Xin saluted in agreement, then turned around and strode away impressively.
Like he was off to carry out a significant mission.
Fujimoto Takayoshi couldn’t help but laugh, remarking to the others, "Mr. Aoyama really is a character."
Who wouldn’t like a subordinate with such a background, capable yet safe, well-spoken, and knowing his boundaries?
He must be vigorously nurtured! He must be promoted vigorously!
When Aoyama Xiu Xin left the Maple Club, with lights piercing through the darkness and the deafening roar of an engine, a flashy red Ferrari sped from a distance. Approaching, its tires screeched against the pavement in a drifting halt in front of him.
Then the car window rolled down, and Miyashita Naoyuki poked his head out, waving, "Mr. Aoyama, get in."
"Where to?" Aoyama Xiu Xin arched an eyebrow.
Miyashita Naoyuki was frantic, shouting, "No time to explain, just get in quick."
"You lead, I’ll follow behind." Aoyama Xiu Xin wouldn’t ride in his car. Although Miyashita appeared skilled, remember, most who drown know how to swim.
His physical fitness was extraordinary, but a severe car accident could leave him dead or disabled.
Why risk his promising future?
Of course, he wasn’t afraid of risk.
But he only preferred risks with benefits.
As a loser, his driving skill was his greatest pride. The untrusted Miyashita Naoyuki felt slightly annoyed, "I’ve won a silver medal in underground racing in Hokkaido! They call me the ’Hokkaido Car King’!"
"Fine, Car King. Then we either don’t go, or you ride in mine," Aoyama Xiu Xin responded calmly.
Miyashita Naoyuki, in his eyes, was no different from those future street youths with dyed yellow hair, tight clothes, and bean shoes riding modified motorcycles.
At most, a high-end version of the Ghost Fire Boy.
The car in front speeds, the soul behind chases.
"Damn it!" Miyashita Naoyuki, frustrated and helpless, banged the steering wheel, then turned off the ignition and walked towards him, "Then I’ll ride with you. But really, Mr. Aoyama, you’re too cautious. You lack the adventurous spirit young people should have."
He had wanted to show off his driving skill and pose a bit, but being given no chance was a helpless matter.
"I have a duty to the nation; I don’t want my personal accidents to bring grief to the people," Aoyama Xiu Xin replied calmly, hands in his pockets.
Miyashita Naoyuki was at a loss for words, opened his mouth to say something, but struggled to find the right words, suddenly feeling inferior.
Idiot, damn it! He had been outplayed!
Jin Yucheng drove over slowly and stopped.
Then he got out from the driver’s seat, walked around to the back and bent down to open the car’s back door.
Aoyama Xiu Xin walked over, completely composed.
Watching this scene, Miyashita Naoyuki suddenly felt his flashy Ferrari seemed rather ordinary.
The price of the car didn’t matter, nor did its horsepower. What mattered was who was in the car.
"Right!" Miyashita Naoyuki unconsciously responded respectfully, then, coming back to his senses, his face flushed with embarrassment and irritation before he walked over to get in the car, lightly punching Aoyama Xiu Xin, "Hey, can you not always act like a middle-aged man?"
Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled without a word. He had never seen his fiery youthful fervor when throwing ashtrays at others.
"Mr. Miyashita, tell me, where to?"
"Just drive forward, I’ll direct. Your driver probably isn’t familiar with Sapporo," Miyashita Naoyuki said.
Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled lightly, "Just name the place; Sapporo’s map is in his head."