Dragon Raja: Oh no! Lu Mingfei has been diagnosed with depression!

"So, what exactly did you do in this country before we came here?"

Caesar ate his dessert slowly. To be honest, he wasn't particularly interested in sweets, but at that moment he actually tasted something akin to happiness in it.

"Even if you suddenly say one day that you're going to become the Prime Minister of Japan, I won't be surprised."

"I have no intention of becoming a Japanese citizen, so what you're saying won't happen."

Lu Mingfei said.

"What do you mean?"

Caesar did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Under Japanese law, only Japanese citizens are eligible to run for the position of prime minister."

Sakura had to whisper a reminder; she simply couldn't stand Caesar's bizarre thought process any longer. Although her family had recently had many conflicts with the Japanese government, they still had to maintain respect for the Prime Minister in front of a group of foreigners.

"You can't be prime minister yourself, but can you groom someone to be prime minister?"

Chu Zihang looked up and glanced at Lu Mingfei.

"That's a fantastic idea!"

Caesar was taken aback by Chu Zihang's words, snapped his fingers, and turned to look at Sakura:

"How much does it cost to train a prime minister? I'm very interested in that. If there's someone in our branch who harbors such a dream but can't realize it, I'd be happy to fund them!"

"Chairman, what do you think of me? Actually, I feel that I have lofty ideals, but I have been living in a daze because I have no one to support me."

Fingel said somewhat shyly, "If you, Chairman, are willing to sponsor me, I would be happy to change my nationality for it. I promise that once I'm in power, I will work diligently and be an honest and upright person!"

"If someone like you becomes prime minister, then this country is better off collapsing sooner rather than later."

Old Tang complained, "I don't see you as someone with lofty ideals at all. I'm more convinced that once you're in charge, you'll make all the nightclubs open during the day."

Sakura's face darkened, and she suddenly wanted to turn around and leave. These lunatics were completely treating the Japanese Prime Minister as a joke.

"Fingal, you should think about graduating first."

Caesar, with a cigar in his mouth, said, "Someone who has repeated a grade for four years can hardly be considered a talent."

"That's heartbreaking, Chairman."

Fingel clutched his chest, looking injured.

"Excuse me, sir, smoking is not allowed in the store."

The waitress approached cautiously and whispered a reminder. She could hardly believe what she had just heard—the guests were discussing the prime ministerial election in public.

She glanced at the strange customers at the table, and a sudden, inexplicable sadness welled up inside her. She felt that she was really unlucky today, encountering such a test on her first day of work. She could only pretend not to hear it and carefully moved closer to Lu Mingfei.

Of all the guests at the table, only this young man seemed somewhat approachable. He didn't participate in the conversation and simply ate his cake quietly with his female companion.

The blond foreigner sitting opposite him looked much more intimidating. He had a cigar in his mouth, the top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing his muscular chest, and his movements exuded a kind of big brother swagger.

The black-haired young man next to him also looked menacing, his arm muscles tense as he wielded the fork, his serious expression as he scooped the cream off the cake, his movements sharp as if he were holding a sword.

As for Fingel and Old Tang, they should be the errand boys, and Sakura is the pretty female secretary. In short, this group of people are probably the executives of some underworld gang.

The waitress silently prayed that the customers at this table wouldn't cause her any trouble. She was only 16 years old and currently in high school. After her parents divorced, she had been living with her grandmother, relying on her grandmother's pension to successfully pass the high school entrance exam. She might even get into a good university later, so she decided to take advantage of the holidays to work part-time and earn money.

At 16, she could only find a job as a dessert shop server, a job that didn't require any skills. Before that, she had applied for jobs at convenience stores and bookstores. But the job market was so bad that she kept running into walls. In the end, the store manager took pity on her and took her in, but also required her to strictly abide by the store's rules.

The store manager is actually a very easy person to get along with, but at times he can be terribly stubborn. In the words of the senior staff, he is like a child who hasn't fully grown up yet, and there are no difficult rules in the work guidelines.

One of the rules is that if you see a customer smoking in the store, you must stand up and stop them immediately. The reason is that the smell of tobacco will ruin the aroma of the desserts made by the store manager, which is something he cannot tolerate.

Caesar frowned slightly and looked around.

The waitress felt she was doomed. Her words had indeed angered the man, and he was probably looking for a weapon to smash over her head in order to solidify his authority.

But she soon realized she was wrong; Caesar had turned his head just to look for something to put out his cigar.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't know beforehand that smoking was not allowed in the store."

Caesar turned his head and smiled at the waitress, showing her the extinguished cigar in his hand.

"Holy crap! This is unbelievable!"

Fingel was dumbfounded. He had never seen Caesar so agreeable before. If he had asked Caesar to put out his cigarette, the guy would have pulled out a knife from under the table and stuck the cigar into his body with the tip of the knife.

"This was Caesar's code of conduct; he was extremely tolerant of all women."

Chu Zihang said calmly, "You'll understand once you spend more time with him. Even if he encounters a ragged old beggar on the street, he'll be polite and take out a large sum of money from his pocket to hand it to her."

Sakura paused for a moment, then looked up at Caesar, who was talking to the waiter. He was indeed a gentleman, with a smile on his face. Sakura couldn't help but change her opinion of this man with severe chuunibyou.

Thank you very much for your understanding and cooperation!

The waiter immediately bowed deeply to Caesar, filled with trepidation.

"Your English is very good. Are you working part-time to earn living expenses after graduating from university?"

Caesar was very satisfied with the waiter's politeness. It was worth the cigar he had lost for it. He thought to himself that it was no wonder that the restaurant could use photos of Lu Mingfei and the head of the Uesugi family on the menu. The waiters could speak English so fluently, and most importantly, they were beautiful.

"My name is Makoto Aso, I am 16 years old, a first-year high school student, and I live with my grandmother. I am now working part-time to earn money to support myself."

Aso was on edge. When Caesar asked her a question, she answered instinctively, even revealing her family situation. Only after she finished did she realize what she had done and bury her head in the sand like an ostrich.

Caesar fell silent, looking Aso Makoto up and down. In this country where the average height of women is about 155 centimeters, this girl's height often made people overlook her youthful appearance and assume that she was already an adult. That's why Caesar asked such a question in such a relaxed tone.

"In China, we have extremely strict laws protecting minors. Your current behavior can be defined as harassment of a minor girl."

Lu Mingfei said quietly.

"Japan also has relevant laws."

Sakura quickly chimed in, looking up at Makoto intently:

"Miss Zhen, do you need legal aid?"