He was lying on his stomach, his body arched, and a beautiful woman was kneeling on his waist, grabbing his arms with both hands, and pressing her knees against his vest.
That moment of soreness and the wails of his muscles and bones made Chen Yang scream out.
"Sir, you are a good person, I will definitely do a good job."
"It won't break."
The beautiful woman kneeling on Chen Yang's back smiled softly and spoke softly.
Chen Yang had tears in his eyes and had only one thought: the price of being a good person is too high.
"Please don't do it well. Just cope with it."
Chen Yanggang wanted to beg for mercy, but a groveling voice came from beside him: "Please be careful not to hurt the noble Chen Sang."
"Hiss~it hurts~~"
The female technician stood on Chen Yang's back, looking down at him.
From her perspective, she could see Yamamoto Seicho using strange gestures and saluting again and again.
Yamamoto Kiyoshi knelt with his knees together, raised his head and raised his chest, put his hands together on his thighs, and assumed a sitting posture;
Then put your hands forward on the ground in a splay shape, lean forward, and lift your upper body until your forehead hits the ground.
Every time he does this action, Yamamoto Seicho will give himself a slap in the face and shout: "I was wrong!"
The female technician went from being frightened at first to becoming curious now, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
"Sir, what is he doing?"
Chen Yang bared his teeth and said between his teeth: "This is called どげざ, which is generally translated as earth seat."
"My deepest apology, something like a plea."
The female technician subconsciously exerted force on her hands and said: "I'm not asking this, I'm asking him why..."
"Hiss, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts...be gentle."
Chen Yang gasped and screamed even more miserably than Yamamoto Seicho who was beaten to a disgrace by him.
At the same time, Yamamoto Seicho completed another soil seat and once again warned him to be cautious and take good care of Chen Sang.
The female technician simply wondered if this arrogant Japanese had his brain damaged.
Chen Yang took a breath and said, "His father, who is the president of the company, called him just now. He probably taught him how to be a good person."
"Look, doesn't this look like a human being?"
Chen Yang glanced under the massage table and asked, "Do you think that's the case?"
"Hey, that's it, Chen Sang is right!"
Yamamoto Seicho sat down again, raised his head and forced out a flattering smile, which earned Chen Yang a look of disgust.
Now that Chen Yang says that the sun is square, he will agree with him seriously.
Yamamoto Seicho's father, who was the president, called and scolded him bloody.
Only then did he realize that after a phone call from the man in front of him, who was said to be named Chen, his Yamamoto Ocean was actually unable to sail into the sea.
Whether it was Japan's shipping department, some offshore fishing companies, or legendary pirates, they all called to warn us.
He said that as long as they saw a Yamamoto Ocean ship on the sea, they would be rude.
Yamamoto Seicho's father exhausted all his connections and resources, and only knew that it was a giant in the shipwreck salvage industry who spread the word because his son had offended a big shot named Chen.
Is this okay?
Since ancient times, there has been no distinction between black and white on the vast sea. When you go out on a fishing boat, if you encounter a boat with a small number of people on the sea, you will become a pirate. Similar situations abound.
The giants in the shipwreck salvage industry have relationships with all aspects of the sea like a big net, instantly sealing up their little fish, Yamamoto Yuanyang.
Yamamoto Seicho was instantly frightened.
He had no doubt that his father was far away in Japan, otherwise he would have committed hara-kiri, and he would have personally committed suicide so that he could cut off his head to apologize to Chen Sang.