When meeting with a force of this level, of course you have to do a good job at the surface level.

After all, China is a land of etiquette.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Jiang Chen opened his laptop on time.

In such a short time, it was naturally impossible for the Fujiwara family to send someone to Paris, and it was impossible for Jiang Chen to go to Japan in person, so the video conference was held.

At this time, Jiang Chen had already put on mature casual clothes, he was steady and calm, with no hint of youthfulness at all, and there was a lifelike dragon embroidered on his collar.

Originally, Jiang Chen thought that the person he was about to negotiate with would be an old man, or a smart middle-aged man, but when the video was connected, he was greatly surprised by the picture displayed on the computer screen.

There was actually a woman on the screen.

Even though you can't see your face, your plump figure still makes your seductive temperament almost overflow the screen.

That's right.

The Fujiwara family just sent a woman to negotiate with him.

The key is also wearing a Japanese folk mask.

The mask almost covered her entire face, revealing only a pair of spring-like eyes and bright red lips.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Ah."

The woman chuckled. The thick robe similar to the aristocratic dress could not cover her proud bust. It was wrapped around her body, creating a complex feeling of nobility and charm.

"Jiang Chenjun, nice to meet you."

Jiang Chenjun.

Hearing this familiar name, Jiang Chen felt a little dazed.

Subconsciously, I thought of the beautiful teacher who sadly returned to China.

I don’t know how the other person is doing now.

"Miss Fujiwara?"

He calmed himself down and called out tentatively.

"You can call me that."

The woman nodded and smiled, the eyes under the mask were particularly strange.

Why are Japanese people so weird?

Do you need to wear a mask during negotiations?

Could it be that he is too ugly to meet people?

Jiang Chen slandered, but he didn't abruptly ask the other party to take off the mask.

The other party seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and apologized: "I have been infected with chickenpox recently, please don't mind Jiang Chenjun."

chicken pox?

This lie was too perfunctory.

But Jiang Chen didn't care either.

Pretending to be a ghost is someone's interest and freedom, and he has no right to interfere.

"Miss Fujiwara, just call me Jiang Chen."

"Why?"

The woman wondered, even though she couldn't see her face, her voice was so charming. She was sitting cross-legged in white socks. Just her voice and temperament made people feel a little warm.

Jiang Chen changed his original idea.

This woman.

Definitely not ugly.

Probably quite beautiful.

certainly.

He is not a lustful person, and he is not curious about the true appearance of the face under the mask.

"I don't think I'm used to it. It reminds me of a friend."

"Yeah?"

The woman smiled, seemingly not in any hurry to get to the point, "Are you from Japan too?"

Jiang Chen nodded.

"I haven't seen her for a long time, and I may never see her again in this life."

"How could it be? As long as there is someone you want to see, how come you can't see it?"

Jiang Chen was silent.

"Jiang Chenjun is very handsome."

The woman suddenly praised.

Jiang Chen couldn't laugh or cry.

Is it possible that the Japanese want to use a honey trap on themselves?

its not right.

If it's really a honey trap, why bother wearing a mask?

Moreover, the Fujiwara family is such a powerful force, and it seems that they cannot use such low-level methods.

"Miss Fujiwara, let's get down to business."

"Business? Isn't what we are talking about now just business?"

"..."

"Giggle."

The woman smiled coquettishly, perhaps because she couldn't see her face, which only deepened her charm.

"Okay, let's talk about business."

She became sitting upright.

"Mr. Liu should have conveyed our intentions to Jiang Chenjun. When doing business, peace is the most important thing. If this stalemate continues, it will not benefit either of us at all. What does Jiang Chenjun think?"

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Miss Fujiwara, do you have any suggestions?"

"I think it's very simple. This brand still has a certain value. It would be a pity to destroy it like this. Why don't you and I, Jiang Chenjun, join hands to rebuild it together?"

Jiang Chen was shocked in his heart. He stared at the faceless woman on the screen and was silent for a while.

"You and I join hands? What about Genta Takagi?"

"Ah."

The woman smiled.

"Jiang Chenjun, he has no connection with me. What is he like and what does it have to do with me?"

What a snake-hearted person.

Jiang Chen couldn't understand what the other party meant.

This obviously means joining forces with him to carve up the group!

Genta Takagi thought he had found a helper, but he never imagined that the result would be to lure a wolf into the house, right?

"Aren't Miss Fujiwara and Genta Takagi compatriots?"

Jiang Chen couldn't help but say something.

"He has long since renounced Japanese nationality."

The woman wrote lightly.

Jiang Chen was silent,

He originally thought that the other party was looking for him and just wanted him to stop, but he didn't expect that the other party would have such ambitions.

"Jiang Chen, I have a suggestion, you might as well listen to it."

The woman said calmly: "Kenta Takagi has mortgaged most of his equity to me. As long as you and I cooperate, we can change our names in a matter of seconds. The most stupid thing about Kenta Takagi and his father is that they abandoned

The largest Eastern market, with Jiang Chenjun’s influence in the East, entering the Eastern market can neutralize this trauma to the greatest extent, and even bring us to a higher level."

Jiang Chen's thoughts changed rapidly.

This woman sees really far.
To be continued...