Xiu Xin Aoyama was on his way to work.
"Ring ring! Ring ring!"
Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang urgently.
"Moshi moshi." He answered it casually.
"Governor, there's trouble. Hundreds of workers from the Kujō Seafood Processing Factory are causing a commotion in front of the Governor's Hall." The person on the other end of the line sounded anxious.
Indeed, to a bureaucrat, people demanding their legitimate rights in this manner was considered causing trouble.
Xiu Xin Aoyama raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are they demanding the wages that have been withheld?"
"Yes, and one more thing. One of their co-workers died last night, and they suspect it was the Kujō Company that hired someone to do it. They want the police to investigate and punish the murderer firmly."
"Idiot!" Xiu Xin Aoyama cursed.
In an instant, he figured out what was happening.
