Ning Weimin spent a morning as promised this weekend to help Miyoko Kagawa.
Miyoko was also very sensible. For Ning Weimin's convenience, she simply entrusted Ning Weimin with a high-end apartment in Nishi-Azabu, not far from the Eibundang Bookstore.
Therefore, although the appointment time for meeting with the client was ten o'clock in the morning, at 9:45 that day, Ning Weimin had already arrived at the door of the apartment building to wait in advance according to Japanese habits.
Unfortunately, the progress of the matter was still a little unsatisfactory. He waited until ten o'clock sharp and did not see the owner of the house appear.
This is undoubtedly a very abnormal situation for the Japanese who are extremely punctual.
After waiting for another five minutes, Ning Weimin couldn't help but feel anxious, worried that the customer might have arrived early and had already gone upstairs.
If that were the case, then he would be a stupid Boy waiting like this downstairs.
Failure to do so will make customers angry and lose their patience, and in the end they will betray Miyoko Kagawa's trust.
Of course, this was something he couldn't accept, so he thought twice and walked towards the door of the apartment.
There stood a tall security guard, wearing a black woolen coat uniform with white edges.
From the look on his face and body, he had the whole world under my nose, and it seemed that he was not easy to deal with at all.
As a result, it was precisely at this time that Ning Weimin was about to step into the apartment area, and he was thinking about how to use words to persuade the security guard to be accommodating and let him in.
An extended black car blew past him with its siren honking, and parked at the door of the apartment in a more domineering manner.
However, the gate security guard who was standing on the high steps with his head held high immediately ran down, nodded and bent down to open the door of the extended car.
It was also at this time that someone happened to push the door out of the apartment building.
Needless to say, things that originally took a lot of effort and might not be possible were solved instantly.
A great opportunity like this can be easily grasped by any Chinese.
Ning Weimin had never worked as a delivery boy in his previous life. Hasn't he seen how a delivery boy works?
To be honest, this is the biggest difference between the Chinese brains and the Japanese.
The Japanese, with their granite heads, only know how to follow the instructions and follow the rules step by step.
Chinese people are not willing to give up principles or change rules as long as they can achieve their goals.
So without even paying attention to the security guard at the door, Ning Weimin took a few steps up the steps and quickly met the door that opened from the inside.
After the guests inside stepped down the steps, he pulled the door open and stepped out of the way.
It was easy to get into this apartment building that claimed to be managed like a hotel, with strict access control conditions and a monthly management fee of 20,000 yen.
At this time, the security guard at the foot of the stairs at the door was still nodding and bending down to carry something for the customer who arrived in the extended-length luxury car.
This is enough to prove that the security of high-end apartments in Japan is just that. The security guards are just a piece of junk snacks, and their professional skills are not as good as our concierge uncles.
No wonder the Japanese let Li Xiangyang sneak in so easily...
After taking the elevator to the door of room 1103, Ning Weimin looked himself over again before ringing the doorbell, but unfortunately there was still no answer.
So obviously, the homeowner must be seriously late.
If converted according to the Japanese concept of time, this is not ten minutes late, but almost half an hour.
In this regard, Ning Weimin felt frustrated. He had not felt this inferiority for a long time.
Now I suddenly realize that people at the bottom cannot even control their own time and can only be led by others.
This is why it is so difficult to climb the ladder. The further you are at the bottom, the harder it is to move up.
Because even the most precious resource, the time owned by those at the bottom, can be easily wasted by those at the top.
Not only must you cooperate unconditionally and let others ruin you, but you also don’t need to apologize.
With a bit of melancholy, Ning Weimin walked boredly in front of the unit door, snapped his fingers a few times, hummed "March of the Broadsword" for a while, and then took out his old Canon F
-1 camera, taking random glances at the street view outside the corridor window.
Until he stood at the window and took a look at the uncle who secretly threw cigarette butts on the street, the takeaway guy who knocked over his lunch box, the Japanese girl wearing a skirt in winter, and the old lady walking down the street with her dog, the landlord still remained the same.
Didn't arrive.
At this time, Ning Weimin was somewhat resentful because he had nothing to do.
I originally wanted to go to the swimming pool on the top floor of the building to have a look, but after thinking about it, what if the landlord suddenly came at this moment?
Yes, good people will do it to the end and send Buddha to the West, so it is better to continue to wait.
Anyway, it was for Miyoko Kagawa's sake, as long as she could repay the favor.
At worst, if the landlord doesn't come by noon, I can call Miyoko Kagawa to get back to her, and I can explain it to her.
Fortunately, he still had a few Japanese novels with him that Rinko Kagawa had borrowed and wanted to return to the bookstore.
So since he had nothing to do, he simply took out a book and read through the sunlight coming from the corridor window to pass the time.
Unexpectedly, just looking at it, he really took it in.
Ning Weimin, who was proficient in Japanese but not considered to be of a high standard, had little success in learning the elegant conversation of Japanese social classes through novels.
It wasn't until ten or twenty minutes passed that he didn't know when he was reading "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" and was struck by the line "Although there was no wind, I felt that the moon in the pond was shattered."
A crisp sound of high heels suddenly floated over from the direction of the elevator, interrupting the connection between his thoughts and books.
"Did the landlord finally come? No, no. According to the information provided by Miyoko, the person I contacted should be a man named Mitsuru Watanabe. Unless it is Mr. Watanabe's secretary..."
As the tapping sound slowly approached and kept tapping on his eardrums, Ning Weimin stopped reading and thought to himself.
However, precisely because this possibility was unlikely, he knew that his idea was just random speculation, and the greater possibility was that it was residents living in other units.
So in fact he didn't raise his head, he just held the pages of the book for a moment and then continued to read with his head down.
When he continued to flip through a certain line of text, he saw that the book said, "For me, beauty must be something like this. It shields me from life and protects me from life..." This
A more charming sentence.
The sound of the high heels suddenly stopped, right next to his heart.
Suddenly, a faint fragrance that he had never smelled before floated into his nose.
A hint of indescribable sweetness, an indescribable feeling of warmth, just like a warm breeze blowing a magical pollen into his internal organs, instantly evacuating the turbid gas in his body.
At the same time, a mysterious force suddenly made his body tense, forcing him to raise his head alertly and open his eyes wide.
He looked to his front.
In the sunlight cast by the window, the person stepping on his shadow turned out to be a suffocatingly beautiful and bright existence.
After just one glance, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
I actually felt like I had been blindfolded for a long time, and then suddenly the black cloth was pulled off, and my eyes suddenly opened up, and the light suddenly appeared.
You must know that the woman in front of him not only has beautiful facial features, but also has an outstanding temperament.
Whether it’s the white silk scarf wrapped around her head, the red lips like the sun, the cold reflective sunglasses, the beige fur coat, the yellow Hermès handbag, the diamond watch shining like stars, or the pair of long
Long straight beautiful legs, and a pair of white five-inch high heels...
All of this exudes a power that is both gorgeous and dazzling, yet forcing people to retreat.
It was as if she was a piece of jewelry placed safely in a luxury store. Through the bulletproof glass of the display cabinet, a mysterious and alluring light shined through.
This woman can even make people unconsciously think of some glamorous and luxurious images.
Those scenes about the upper class that are filled in movies, TV dramas or news reports.
For example, red carpets, opera houses, cocktail parties, yacht parties, charity dinners, horse clubs, salons, clubs, etc...
It's as if she is synonymous with luxury and beauty. Naturalness and mediocrity are completely isolated from daily life. She even has the super power to attract all light sources to her body, adding light and color to herself.
Even though Ning Weimin works in the fashion industry and has seen so many young, beautiful and white-legged models, he can't help but be deeply attracted by this woman.
"Excuse me, are you...are you..."
The woman in front of me suddenly spoke.
Her voice is also very soft and pleasant.
However, when it came to Ning Weimin's ears, he did not feel the slightest bit of the surliness, provocation, arrogance, arrogance and bossiness that can easily arise from wearing famous brands and expensive jewelry.
This is even more incredible.
Are Japanese women naturally so gentle?
However, even though Ning Weimin was amazed, he really didn't know that at the same time, his personal image projected in the eyes of women was equally outstanding.
He also made this woman feel a surge of emotions in her heart, silently sighing for the excellence shown in him.
Yes, from a woman's perspective, Ning Weimin is also so different.
Bathed in the bright sunlight coming in through the window, the way he leaned against the window and read books without any distractions could not be compared to those real estate agents who were struggling just for money.
From the woman's perspective at this moment, Ning Weimin is so handsome that it makes your face feel hot, so clean that your hands itch, and so elegant that it makes your heart ache.
Under the simple windbreaker, the slate-gray slim-fitting suit paired with a silver-gray tie makes him different from most Japanese social animals who are obsessed with black suits and white shirts.
Although it is extremely simple from head to toe, it does not look cheap and is impeccably clean.
This sense of cleanliness and warmth, like a refreshing sweet spring, pervades every detail of his body.
Casually flowing hair, a hard Adam's apple, a lightly shaved green beard, a tall figure, wrinkled and slightly frayed edges of the windbreaker, and half-worn leather shoes.
Once women observe this, they often continue to make assumptions, thinking that his skin, pores, nails, teeth... everything is so clean, just like a white cloud.
What's more, he is still so young and exudes a charming bookish air.
Weakness and toughness, seemingly completely contradictory characteristics, converge on him, like an extraterrestrial snow-capped mountain that has not been polluted by the world at all.
So much so that this woman looked him up and down for a long time, not sure that he was a person sent by a real estate agency to take photos and fill in information for customers.
I even felt a little embarrassed to ask the second half of the question, for fear of being rude and misunderstanding his identity.
But the good thing is that Ning Weimin's mind is outstanding, and he is especially good at listening to words.
Although the woman did not say what she wanted to inquire about specifically, Ning Weimin's intuition had already sensed it, and he immediately took the initiative to reveal his identity.
"Hello, I was dispatched by Aoba Real Estate to wait here for Mr. Watanabe, the owner of house 1103. Isn't that why you came here?"
"Why?"
The woman was so surprised by this that she couldn't help but murmur to herself, "It's really a real estate agent. It's so surprising. I thought I made a mistake. Watabe clearly said that he had an appointment with a girl...
…”
"I'm sorry, it was indeed Ms. Miyoko Kagawa who made an appointment with Mr. Watanabe. However, because she didn't see Mr. Watanabe arrive after waiting for a long time, Ms. Miyoko had to leave me to continue waiting for Mr. Watanabe. She went to deal with other matters first.
Mr. Watanabe really has something to do and is unable to come? However, it doesn’t really matter. As an assistant, I can also complete today’s house registration work. And it won’t take up too much of your time. Madam, please help me with this.
You must rest assured.”
After confirming that it was the client he wanted to receive, Ning Weimin immediately stood up straight and closed his hands on Mishima Yukio's masterpiece.
He explained patiently and looked directly at the woman in front of him who was so beautiful that she looked as calmly as possible to avoid being rude.
Although his expression was a little awkward, he did it regardless of whether he was smiling or not in a hurry.
Even the lies slipped out and came as they were told, easily erasing the fact and responsibility for Miyoko Kagawa's failure to keep her appointment.
However, he still had some problems with his title.
Otherwise, this woman wouldn't be surprised when she heard the end.
"You...what did you call me? Madam!"
"Ah? Is that wrong? Then what should I call you? Are you...not Mr. Watanabe's wife?"
Ning Weimin asked puzzledly. He was indeed confused and difficult to judge.
You know, this woman's skin and figure are very well maintained, but it is difficult to determine her specific age.
Although she has a mature temperament and is the king among ladies, with more taste than Kagawa Rinko, it is hard to believe that she is married.
But then again, he had inquired with Miyoko Kagawa beforehand and found out that the person who contacted the seller was Watabe, a man in his thirties.
If the woman and Watanabe are not husband and wife, why should she come forward to make the decision on the transaction of this house?
Could it be that this is Watanabe's sister?
Unexpectedly, his anxious rhetorical question actually made the woman laugh completely.
The woman lowered her head and laughed for a while before telling him what was going on.
"No, no, that's not the case. First of all, I'm not married yet. Secondly, the house for sale here belongs to me and has nothing to do with Watanabe. He is just my employee. So Watanabe is here to invite you on my behalf. I'm sorry.
, some things were not explained clearly in advance, which caused you to misunderstand."
"That's it..." Ning Weimin suddenly realized, but when he understood this matter, it brought more doubts.
How could such a young and beautiful woman buy an apartment here on her own if she was not married?
And there are employees like Watanabe, where does her money come from?
Judging from her appearance, although she is covered in international famous brands, she is not flashy.
Revealed from the fur coat is a simple black long skirt. Except for watches and handbags, there is no trace of jewelry on her body.
With such a low-key and luxurious style, could it be that she is the daughter of some chaebol?
But his temperament is too gentle and quiet. Would a descendant of a wealthy family be so kind and easy to talk to?
"This is the first time we meet. My surname is Matsumoto. I'll leave the rest of the house registration work to you."
"Okay, Miss Matsumoto. I will work hard and complete it as soon as possible..."
Ning Weimin had no time to think about it further.
In order to fit the character's identity, after the woman's polite greetings, he also imitated the Japanese and bowed seriously in return.
Unexpectedly, the woman smiled again, playfully and cheerfully.
"So, you really don't know me, right? So you're not Japanese, so how should I call you?"
Hey? Where do you start talking about this?
Should all Japanese people know you?
Are you the Prime Minister's daughter or the Prime Minister's daughter?
The royal family...
That's even more impossible, at least the gene is wrong.
The Japanese royal family is all willful and anxious. No matter how excellent external genes are introduced, it is difficult to make a ripple.
Inexplicably, Ning Weimin was even more confused by the woman's words this time.
And he never thought that his foreign identity would be exposed so easily.
Originally, he thought that people around him would praise him for his rapid progress in Japanese, and he could no longer tell the difference between basic conversation and Japanese, so he was proud of himself and was full of a certain degree of confidence.
Now it seems that I probably thought too much and was completely fooled by the polite compliments from those around me.
"Sorry, my name is Ning Weimin. I am indeed not Japanese. I am from China."
"China? What a coincidence. I have been to China several times. I have been to Beijing, Shanghai, Jinling, Suzhou, Hangzhou, and Kunming. China is beautiful and vast. It is much larger than Japan. May I ask?
Which city in China are you from? Are you an international student? Working part-time at Aoba Real Estate after studying?"
However, what is even more unexpected is that this woman actually knows China very well, unlike most Japanese who feel that China is strange and distant.
It's completely different from the Kagawa sisters and Mrs. Taniguchi. When they first came into contact, they would always ask "Can China have enough rice?", "Are there any high-rise buildings in Beijing?", or "Will people who return from Japan be reused?"
?Won’t you be suspected of being a spy in Tokyo and be monitored?” Such a stupid and boring question.
And his attitude is surprisingly friendly.
But this made Ning Weimin even more confused and extremely curious about her origins.
Have you actually been to so many places in China?
Is this the legendary friendly person between China and Japan?
But I haven’t seen any news reports?
She... who is she?
Or maybe it's the charming goblin who escaped from a certain hole?