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

"You've figured it out?"

Team Leader Fujiwara didn't understand, but seeing Lu Mingfei's enlightened expression, he simply assumed it was a generation gap between himself and the young people, and that sometimes the young people in the team would say things he couldn't understand.

"Inoue, come here for a second!"

He called out to the side, and immediately a man in a flashy white trench coat jogged over.

"Boss, a new guy has joined?"

Inoue sized up Lu Mingfei and gave him a slight nod as a greeting.

"This is Lu Jun. You will be in charge of training him from now on. I'm getting old and sometimes I can't keep up with the pace of young people."

Fujiwara, the team leader, sighed inwardly at how quickly time had passed. He had to admit that he had become the boring old man that pretty girls talked about. He patted Inoue's shoulder vigorously and proudly introduced him to Lu Mingfei:

"This is Hiroshi Inoue, we all call him Inoue. Don't let his unreliable appearance fool you, he's actually a top student who graduated from the University of Tokyo! He studied education before graduation, so he's the one who mentors new members in the group. It's not like he wasted those years of schooling."

"Boss, don't keep bringing this up in front of the newbies, it's embarrassing!"

Inoue Hiroshi grimaced as Fujiwara's large hand slapped him, shaking his shoulders as he tried to shake the hand off.

Looking at this strange combination, Lu Mingfei felt like he was watching a father and son bickering in a family.

"What's so shameful about it? Inoue, you're the pride of the Fujiwara Group!"

Fujiwara, the team leader, nonchalantly turned to look at Lu Mingfei:

"Young people always have more to talk about. I'm already out of touch with the times. To paraphrase Inoue, someone like me will eventually be swept away and killed by the giant waves of the times. So, from now on, Inoue will be in charge of teaching Lu-kun. I hope Lu-kun can find his own goal in the Fujiwara Group."

"I was just kidding, boss! You didn't actually believe that, did you? They say good people don't live long, but bad people live a long life. How could a scourge like you be killed by a giant wave? The kind of guy who can flip over and ride on a giant wave the moment it comes in, and then ride the storm across the sea!"

Inoue tried to defend himself loudly, but Fujiwara, the group leader, had already stood up and walked away.

"Then wait until I'm riding on the giant waves and you can hold the reins for me."

Fujiwara, the group leader, waved goodbye with his back to them and left the noisy world through the back door of the nightclub. Standing in the cold wind, he muttered something thoughtfully:

"Looks like I really need to read a couple of books sometime. Even though it's the same thing, Inoue's version sounds much more impressive..."

"So, all the gangsters do every night is sit in nightclubs and drink?"

Lu Mingfei asked, "It's a little different from what I imagined."

"Lu-kun...may I call you that?"

Lu Mingfei nodded; he didn't care how others addressed him.

"Lu Jun is Chinese, right? The gangsters you know are probably like those in comics and the news, where everyone talks about loyalty and righteousness, can enjoy glamorous women, casually pull out large sums of cash, and kill whoever they don't like."

Inoue grabbed the beer bottle, took a big gulp, and let out a long breath.

"But most of those living at the bottom of the underworld are weak people who can't enter mainstream society. Many are children from single-parent families. Do you see those women on stage?"

In the center of the dance floor, a high platform was built with wooden planks. Whenever the atmosphere was at its most exciting, a woman with a stunning figure would stand on it and perform a striptease.

As the women's semi-transparent gauze fabric was removed, the atmosphere below the stage became more and more enthusiastic. The guests took out large sums of money to buy wine, and whole cases of wine were brought onto the stage. As a result, the women danced even more passionately, throwing their undergarments into the crowd from above.

"Among them are single mothers, and some are forced to earn their own living due to domestic violence. They lack education and skills, and even part-time jobs at convenience stores are not enough to support their children and themselves, so they have no choice but to work as strippers in nightclubs. Of course, they know that the men in the audience treat them as playthings, and that they spend money on drinks just to see them take off their clothes, but they have no other choice."

Inoue sighed. "If given a choice, who wouldn't want to live with dignity? We're sitting here drinking because we've been charged protection money by this establishment, so we have to stay here to prevent any customers from getting drunk and causing trouble. We also want to protect these women. Once they've finished dancing, we'll go home, and the team will take them safely home."

"That's why you all wear the same uniform, right?"

Lu Mingfei glanced at the strippers on stage, then shifted his gaze to the men in uniform sitting in the booths:

"When others see the clothes you're wearing, they'll know this place is under your protection, and they won't dare to act recklessly or harass those women."

"Lu Jun is very smart! That's exactly right. In this society, we are all the weak, so of course we should help each other. We protect them, and the nightclubs pay us protection money when they make money through them. In short, no one can do without the other."

Inoue snapped his fingers, somewhat surprised:

"Could it be that you, Lu Jun, also went to university like me? You talk in a completely different way from those thugs."

"I didn't go to college."

Lu Mingfei shook his head. The women on the stage had already stripped down to their underwear, but the guests were still making a ruckus. The whistles and cheers almost lifted the roof off, and several guests had already climbed onto the high platform in their drunken state.

"These guys! They like to cause trouble when they're drunk!"

Inoue also saw the guests, his expression changed, and he suddenly stood up, but quickly sat down again. The nightclub's security guards ran up from behind the stage and dragged the drunk guests away.

"What are your thoughts on this, Lu Jun?"

"It's ugly."

Lu Mingfei answered without hesitation, "Didn't you guys even think about resolving this?"

"I've thought about it, but what's the use? All we can do is escort them home after get off work. What else can they do besides being strippers? Our abilities are limited. If I could, I'd like to run for Prime Minister of Japan. Only by addressing the root causes of these problems can we solve them."

Inoue shook his head.

What qualifications are needed to become the Prime Minister of Japan?

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Could it be that Mr. Lu also wants to run for the position of Prime Minister?"

Inoue paused for a moment, "Then you probably won't be able to run for office, Mr. Lu. The first requirement for running for office is that you must be a Japanese citizen."

"I will not become the prime minister of this country. I'm asking you."

Lu Mingfei looked directly into Inoue's eyes. "Do you want to become prime minister?"

"Of course I would like to be prime minister. I could do a lot of things if I became prime minister."

Inoue scratched his head. "But I have no power, no money, and no influence. I'm practically a nobody. How can I compete with others? I can only think about it myself."

"Write down your contact number and address for me."

"What?"

Inoue didn't quite understand.

Write down your phone number and address for me.

Lu Mingfei repeated, "I also want to know what you can achieve if you become prime minister."

"Lu Jun, are you trying to help me with my election campaign? That'll cost a lot of money! With that money, you'd be better off treating me to some good drinks. I'm getting sick of drinking free beer every day!"

Inoue laughed heartily, but a slight thought flickered in his mind. Lu Mingfei stared at him expressionlessly, showing no sign that he was joking.

He gradually stopped laughing and fell silent. He got up and asked for a pen, then casually picked up the paper drink menu from the booth and quickly wrote down his phone number and address before handing it to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei wrote another sentence at the end, waved to the waiter, folded up the wine list with Inoue's phone number and address, and put it in the waiter's hand.

"Could you please deliver this to someone?"

"Who does the guest want to give it to?"

The waiter was a little confused.

"Take it around and someone will buy it from you."