Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 481 - 419: Penetrating Deep into the Hearts of the People, The Change in Jing Shang’s Mentality

Chapter 481: Chapter 419: Penetrating Deep into the Hearts of the People, The Change in Jing Shang’s Mentality

A new day.

Hokkaido Police Headquarters was still bustling in the morning.

In the office of the Deputy Director of Criminal Affairs, Aoyama Xiu Xin was reviewing some documents submitted from below.

"Knock, knock, knock!" At this moment, the sound of knocking arose.

He casually shouted, "Come in."

"Senior Police Director." Fujimoto Shizue entered, holding a document as she walked over to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s desk and bowed, presenting it with both hands, "Miyazaki Yu has a complex social network. According to our preliminary investigation, the only person who fits the teacher’s profile is Miyazaki Yu’s son’s chemistry teacher, Jing Shang, whom he’s been in close contact with."

Aoyama Xiu Xin put down his pen, took the document from her, and flipped through it. It was a detailed profile of Jing Shang.

The moment he saw Jing Shang’s photo, he was certain it was this man beyond a doubt, because his appearance corresponded exactly to what Nozaki Cang Jian had described. Of course, for safety’s sake, they would still need Nozaki Cang Jian to identify him.

According to the information, Jing Shang was an experienced teacher of nearly twenty years, somewhat aloof and unapproachable. He was highly skilled in his subject area, did not accept or give gifts, and had never been promoted for many years.

"He has been consistently working, never missing a single class. However, some teachers say he used to conduct small experiments alone in the laboratory after work every day, but for the past two months, he has hurried away immediately after class, as if something urgent was at hand."

Fujimoto Shizue added another piece of information.

"First, put his house under surveillance," Aoyama Xiu Xin ordered dispassionately after closing the file in his hand.

Fujimoto Shizue bowed and responded, "Yes, sir!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin waved him off. Once he saw the office door close, he called Nozaki Cang Jian, "Mr. Nozaki, let’s meet at noon, same rooftop as last time."

"Knock, knock, knock!" The knocking on the door sounded again.

Aoyama Xiu Xin hung up the call and said, "Enter."

He had thought it was Fujimoto Shizue returning with something to add but, to his surprise, in came the colorful and strikingly beautiful Qingshui Yasuko dressed in a pink kimono.

This stunned him, then he scoffed with a chuckle, "My, you’ve arrived quite early, haven’t you?"

He had thought she wouldn’t arrive until the afternoon.

Today was different from yesterday; Qingshui Yasuko didn’t reveal her neckline. The kimono was neatly wrapped around her figure, concealing her skin yet even more seductive.

"I hope I haven’t disturbed the Senior Police Director." Qingshui Yasuko closed the door behind her, turned, and bowed slightly.

"Please take a seat," Aoyama Xiu Xin gestured with his hand.

Qingshui Yasuko looked down demurely, stepping lightly in her wooden sandals as she walked to the couch. She pressed her skirt down behind her as she sat down slowly, making a small indentation in the soft sofa.

She sat up straight, which gave her a look of seriousness and deference, and also highlighted her figure.

In his own territory, Aoyama Xiu Xin was completely relaxed, both mentally and physically, and had no reservations, candidly commenting, "Such a ripe beauty you are. Who would have thought Mrs. Qingshui was a wild girl running the streets in her youth?"

A beautiful woman is like a fine wine: properly stored, it does not spoil with age but rather settles into an even finer flavor, offering a unique charm.

Of course, those in their forties and fifties are the exception; even the finest wine past its expiration date is hard to swallow.

But there are always those who prefer such a taste.

"Ignorant in my youth, you flatter me. A woman’s life inevitably involves being a wife and a mother. Since my husband’s death, everything has revolved around my child. I would willingly do anything to ensure my child’s well-being," said Qingshui Yasuko meaningfully.

"A wife and mother indeed! Heartfelt sympathy for parents the world over," Aoyama Xiu Xin praised her, picking up a cup of water from the table and taking a sip, "Mrs. Qingshui’s maternal devotion moves me deeply. I can agree to what you asked yesterday, but I wonder if your offer of you and your son serving me as dogs still stands?"

"It does! Absolutely!" Qingshui Yasuko, overjoyed, stood quickly and bowed deeply to show her loyalty, "As long as the Senior Police Director can help my son succeed in taking over the family business, my son and I will follow your commands and lead from the front!"

"Come here," Aoyama Xiu Xin beckoned.

Qingshui Yasuko obediently walked over.

She was a woman who could let go of her pride; dignity was something she could pick up and put down at any time.

Aoyama Xiu Xin leaned back, grinning as he watched her approach. He twisted his chair to face her directly and, with a gesture, indicated that she should kneel down. He then propped his legs up on her back, using her as a footstool.

"I will arrange to talk with the other three Ministers of the Beihai Family, get them to lay aside their conflicts, and support your son’s rise," Aoyama Xiu Xin stated indifferently.

Qingshui Yasuko, taken aback, slowly raised her head.

Aoyama Xiu Xin looked at her with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Qingshui Yasuko pressed her lips tight, then obediently lowered her head again and replied, "Yes, sir!"

Originally, she had thought about using Aoyama Xiu Xin to eliminate the three Ministers, but it was clear he intended to keep them around, not allowing her son sole dominance.

This meant that if she and her son ever dared to disobey, they could be overthrown by the trio at any time.

Though the outcome was not as perfect as she had imagined, Qingshui Yasuko knew she had no room to negotiate.

And as long as she and her son remained utterly loyal, no one could shake their position.

She had lived in luxury for many years and was frail and delicate. Kneeling like this and being used as a footstool, her hands began to tremble slightly, and sweat appeared on her forehead, but she could only grit her teeth and endure, lest Aoyama Xiu Xin become displeased.

"Stand up. Undress. Let me verify the goods and see if it’s just fancy packaging."

Aoyama Xiu Xin instructed calmly as he lowered his feet.

"Hi!" Yazi Qingshui sighed with relief, then stood up from the ground, and right in front of Aoyama Xiu Xin, she unbuckled her belt, pulled the fronts of her garment apart to reveal her soft, white shoulders and splendid contours. Her kimono slid to the ground, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black silk stockings.

It was clear that she wasn’t just beautifully wrapped.

The merchandise itself was also of excellent quality.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, with his interest piqued, grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, saying, "Mrs. Qingshui, such a young widow, that’s truly a pity. Please accept my condolences, and from now on, let me take up your husband’s duties and comfort you."

In the future, call him the shared husband.

"Hi! Please, Senior Police Director, enjoy me," Yazi Qingshui’s body tensed up, her voice trembling slightly.

"Yo, Mrs. Qingshui, I’m digging in."

As a beloved police officer, Aoyama Xiu Xin had plunged into the heart of the local citizens upon his arrival in Hokkaido, immersing himself in their culture, learning first-hand about their genuine needs, and establishing a connection that was as close as fish and water. He devoted all his passion and zeal to them.

Spreading every drop of his sweat among the citizens!

.........

While Aoyama Xiu Xin was busy upstairs, Jing Shang had just arrived at the school and was preparing to go to the classroom for his lesson.

As the leader of a salt smuggling ring,

his mind had long since strayed from his educational duties, but to avoid drawing attention to himself, he couldn’t just resign, so he had to keep showing up for classes on time.

However, before he could even enter the classroom, a colleague stopped him, "Good morning, Teacher Jing Shang. The principal asked for you to go to his office immediately after you arrived."

"Alright, thank you," Jing Shang frowned.

In the past, he would have been worried about delaying his class, but this time he didn’t even ask and simply detoured to the principal’s office.

"Knock knock knock!" He knocked on the door and announced himself, "Principal, it’s Jing Shang. Did you want to see me?"

"Ah, Mr. Jing Shang, come in," came the reply.

Jing Shang pushed the door open and then shut it behind him.

The principal, a man in his fifties with a corpulent figure and chubby cheeks, looked at Jing Shang with a severe expression as he asked, "Teacher Jing Shang, are you aware that many students have complained about you being distracted during class recently? I’ve also heard from other teachers that you’ve been preoccupied. What’s going on? What kind of work attitude is this? Do you still want to work here or not?"

Jing Shang had faced such criticisms too many times to count in the past, and he would usually respond by silently enduring, as his family depended on his job and he couldn’t afford to lose it.

But facing the same kind of criticism that he had endured countless times before, today he felt an indescribable surge of anger swelling within him and no longer wished to endure.

"I don’t want to do it anymore," Jing Shang stated bluntly.

"I... What?" The principal was taken aback.

Jing Shang looked him in the eye, "I said I quit."

He had maintained his teacher’s identity only to cover up his status as a smuggler, not as a means of survival. He had no need to put up with such treatment and could now dedicate himself to smuggling wholeheartedly.

"No, listen to me, Mr. Jing Shang. You know how the economy is. If you quit rashly, it won’t be easy to find another job. I might have been a bit harsh just now, but that was out of concern for the students’ well-being. You understand, right? Is there something going on with your family? I won’t hold you accountable this time and will give you a day off to cool down."

The principal’s tone softened drastically as he repeatedly tried to persuade Jing Shang to stay. His teaching abilities and the quality of his instruction were top-notch; he was the best chemistry teacher in the school.

The school had won many awards in chemistry competitions thanks to Jing Shang. Besides, who else could they find to replace him, who was so easy to bully and exploit?

"No need. That’s it, I’m done," Jing Shang said and turned to leave.

"You stop right there!" The principal’s attitude turned angry and forceful once again; he shouted, slamming his hand on the desk, "Just because I criticized you a little, you throw a tantrum? Fine! Go! I want to see what you’ll feed your wife and children without this job! With my connections, believe me when I say I could ensure that no school in Sapporo would dare hire you! Believe me when I claim you were fired for misconduct and leave you disgraced!"

Jing Shang leaving would turn the school’s chemistry program into a weakness, directly affecting the principal’s interests.

With his interests threatened, the principal grew frantic and enraged.

Jing Shang stopped, turned around, and came back.

Seeing this, the principal’s face displayed a smug smile as he casually remarked, "That’s better, Mr. Jing Shang. It’s okay to be angry, but don’t joke about your prospects and reputation. Here’s the deal: you finish teaching this current group of students, and I’ll give you a raise at the end of the year..."

Suddenly, his smile turned to a look of horror.

Because when Jing Shang came back, he swung his fist without a word, aiming straight for the principal’s face.

"Bang!"

Taken completely by surprise, the principal was knocked off balance by the punch and fell to the floor with a thud.

"I’ve wanted to do that for a long time," Jing Shang said, looking down at him with hands braced against the desk and a fierce glint in his eyes, "Don’t provoke me again, or I’ll kill you."

The principal stared at him in a mix of shock and fear, his heart pounding wildly as cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He had never imagined that this chemistry teacher, who had always meekly bowed to his will, could have such a terrifying gaze.

Jing Shang snorted disdainfully and turned to leave.

"Huff—huff—"

The principal gasped for air, and when the fear and sense of crisis that Jing Shang’s presence had brought dissipated, he felt a mixture of embarrassment and rage, harboring a bitter grudge.

"Idiot! A mere teacher dares to strike me! To threaten me! I’ll make sure to teach you a lesson!"

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