Chapter three hundred and sixty first chrysanthemum
At the same time, in a bar in a corner of Tokyo, Japan, Lamboschi was reporting something to the other end of the phone. Finally, he hung up the phone and showed a proud smile, "Luonan, deputy referee, hum.
Humph, this time I want you to stay in Japan forever!"
Shi Zhong's idea is very simple. He has obtained Yuncong Ya, so if Yuanye wants to get Yuncong Ya, he will naturally need to redeem it with a sum of money that satisfies him. The Japanese are very rich, and they are full of enthusiasm for this stone bell.
confidence..
Shi Zhong sipped the wine quietly. Seeing Yuan Ye's expression, Shi Zhong was not surprised. He was not surprised, but he was about to be surprised.
Suddenly, a noisy sound came from a corner of the bar. When Shi Zhong looked around, he saw a few drunken men teasing a girl. Judging from her attire, she should be working in the bar, the so-called wine girl.
Naturally, Shi Zhong knew something about Japan's special culture. It wouldn't be strange for something like this to happen in a bar. Japanese people all have particularly developed hormones in their lower bodies.
Something was being torn apart over there, and Shi Zhong watched it like a monkey, but soon he discovered something was wrong. His senses were particularly sensitive, and he heard the Chinese cry for help coming from the girl's mouth.
Chinese?
Shi Zhong was stunned and immediately put down his glass. If he were a Japanese, Shi Zhong would not show any overflowing sympathy, but for a Chinese, and a Chinese girl, Shi Zhong would naturally not be able to stand by and watch, even though he usually does not have any overflowing patriotic feelings.
, but the most basic national consciousness is still there.
Shi Zhong strode over, and there happened to be a Japanese man who wanted to slap the girl with a "Baga" sound. Shi Zhong had quick hands and eyes, and grabbed the Japanese man's hand firmly.
"Sir, don't you think Japan is a country with laws?"
"Bagaya Road!" When the other two Japanese men saw that Shi Zhong was a Chinese speaker, they immediately shouted angrily. In their eyes, the Chinese were lucky enough to be able to live in Tokyo. How dare they meddle in other people's business?
, he simply didn’t know how to live or die. Coupled with the effect of alcohol, his energy and blood suddenly surged. He picked up the bottle of wine and greeted the stone clock.
Suddenly, there were one or two exclamations from around, but more of them were screams full of excitement. Most of the people who come to the bar are looking for excitement. Naturally, they like this kind of scene very much. I wish someone would order this bar now.
Of course, I can definitely escape.
"Crack!"
The predicted scene was not discovered, because two of Fujiwara's subordinates had already come to the side and stopped the two drunkards from doing something. Suddenly, everyone couldn't help but falter, and a good scene was ruined.
"vomit..."
The two drunk men suddenly bowed their bodies and vomited a lot of filth in their mouths. The expressions on their faces were extremely painful. Coupled with the effect of alcohol, they wanted to vomit their entire stomachs.
"boom..."
The atmosphere in the audience, which had calmed down, erupted again. Many people whistled and made cheering sounds. However, Fujiwara's two subordinates were not affected by these sounds. They beat the two drunkards with their hands.
He fell to the ground and couldn't get up. When the other drunk man who was teasing the girl saw something was wrong, his color changed a little and he immediately shouted: "Baga, who are you? You actually..."
However, before he finished speaking, he felt a chill on his neck. He glanced down and saw a gleam of snow shining brightly at his eyes, and then a harsh Japanese voice came from his ear: "No matter how dare you say it,
In one word, your head will be in a different place!"
"No, no, no... yuck!" the Japanese drunkard said quickly, and then he was decisively hit in the abdomen and bent over to vomit. Fortunately, Fujiwara hid quickly enough so that he would not be splashed like his two subordinates.
A kick.
The drunkard was retching in pain on the ground. He didn't know why his compatriots would fight him for a Chinese. Shouldn't the Yamato nation be a friendly nation?
"Boss, you..." Fujiwara was about to ask Shi Zhong if everything was okay. He waved his hand and said to the frightened girl: "Are you okay? Don't come to a place like this in the future. Although you make a lot of money,
However, you understand the risks involved!"
"Uh-huh...thank you!" The girl lowered her head and nodded repeatedly. It was obvious that she was a little frightened and had not yet reacted to the situation just now.
The girl was actually pretty good-looking, but it was a pity that the hair was too thick. It could be seen that the girl was not old, no more than 23 years old. Shi Zhong sighed secretly and said: "You came to Japan to study.
Right?"
The girl looked up at Shi Zhong in surprise, and said a little shyly, "Yes!" Obviously this girl has not been completely assimilated, has not reached the point of being shameless, and knows that selling alcohol in a bar is not a decent job, and besides, it is still
As an international student, she.
"...I'm short of money!" The girl gritted her teeth and said something as low as a mosquito, as if she didn't want Shi Zhong to misunderstand her.
"Don't come here anymore. Come on, take the money!" Shi Zhong reached into his pocket and took out a stack of U.S. dollars from his space ring. It was estimated to be several thousand U.S. dollars. He put it into the girl's hand. He could help.
That's all. Although he knew that his help was insignificant, Shi Zhong still did it. He couldn't understand why many families in the country, and even those who were not wealthy, wanted to do it for the so-called "foreign students".
Title, you have to tighten your belt even if you want to send your children abroad. Is it that good to go abroad?
"...I can't have this!!" When the girl saw a wad of bills in her hand, she was so frightened that she quickly shook her head and refused, not daring to accept it.
"I have no other intentions. Just accept it and treat it as if I lent it to you!" Shi Zhong said.
"Then... can I ask you for your phone number? I don't have it... I just want to return it to you when I make money in the future!" the girl said weakly, her smoky makeup stained with tears.
, like a panda.
Shi Zhong was helpless, it was so difficult to be a good person, so he said: "Okay, my phone number is 138***" He deliberately said it quickly, and finally said, "Okay, let's go!"
After that, he walked to his seat, but the girl's voice came from behind: "138***, I have written it down, thank you, please remember my name, my name is Qiu Yu!"
Shi Zhong staggered and almost fell. Looking back, he saw the girl walking towards the door. Shi Zhong asked Fujiwara: "Did you hear the phone number I just said clearly?"
"No, it's too fast!" Fujiwara shook his head. His Chinese basics were not bad, but unfortunately his boss's speaking speed just now was too fast. It felt a bit like listening to Chinese Jay Chou's songs.
"Remember all this!" Shi Zhong muttered secretly and returned to his seat.
As for the three Japanese drunkards, they were naturally handled by Fujiwara's two subordinates, who threw them out of the bar like chickens. No one dared to stop them because of the momentum displayed by the two subordinates...
Very strong!
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
As soon as Shi Zhong sat down, a young man came over, clapping his hands and smiling, but showing a completely different temperament. He walked over and said with a smile: "Fujiwara-kun, you are so majestic, so good."
The majestic Chinese!”
"Your Highness Prince Boyi, I didn't expect to see such a distinguished person like you in such a vulgar place. It really surprises me!" Fujiwara stood up, his tone was respectful, but there was no respect at all on his face.
When the young man heard this, his expression changed slightly, but the two subordinates behind him suddenly stood up and shouted at Fujiwara: "How dare you be so perverse in front of His Highness the Prince!"
Shi Zhong was drinking by himself with a glass in his hand. Fujiwara had just told him that the young man in front of him was Boyi, his grandfather and the cousin of the current emperor. However, this Boyi was just a playboy, and there was nothing real about him.
It turns out that I had conflicts with Fujiwara in the past. The center of the conflict was Keiko, the granddaughter of Master Harano. In Fujiwara’s words, Boyi was a lazy toad who wanted to eat swan meat.
"What do I do? It's not your turn to speak. Such a follower who doesn't know etiquette can tell the master's quality!" Fujiwara said.
"You... Fujiwara, don't think that I can't do anything to you. Just because you disrespect me, I can punish you!" Prince Boyi shouted.
"Yes, your Royal Highness is so noble. You go back and tell Prince Zhengren that I am disrespectful to you, and then punish me. Then Prince Zhengren will know that your noble prince is jealous of me. By the way,
It is estimated that some of your great achievements in the past will be known to him, which is really an interesting thing!" Fujiwara said confidently.
"..." Boyi's face froze. He had always acted young and promising in front of his grandfather. If he knew that he had lied to him for decades, he would probably die or be disabled. Prince Zhengren was out of trouble.
He has a serious reputation, so he might be able to be ruthless, and Fujiwara is one of the few people who understands Boyi well, so he can be confident.
Boyi snorted coldly, looked at Shi Zhong, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Although the Fujiwara family has declined, at least it should maintain the integrity that a samurai should have. I didn't expect that the dignified head of the Fujiwara family would bow to a despicable Chinese. It's really shameful.
It has ruined the face of our Japanese Empire!”
Fujiwara's expression remained unchanged and he said with a smile: "This Mr. Shi is my friend in business. Besides, even if you are a royal prince, you can't control how our Fujiwara family behaves for so long, right? Our Fujiwara family is in decline.
But the royal family seems to be having a hard time, and their influence in the Chrysanthemum Club seems to have been declining!"
"Hmph, I hope this Chinese friend of yours can have smooth sailing in Japan!" Boyi said fiercely, the noble aura he had just pretended to be completely gone, like a little gangster who was fighting and met his nemesis.
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, I won't give it away!" Fujiwara said lukewarmly.
"Let's go!" Boyi shook his head and left, but Fujiwara apologized to Shi Zhong: "Boss, I really didn't expect that Boyi..."
"It's okay!" Shi Zhong waved his hand and interrupted. To be honest, in his heart, he really felt that Prince Boyi had no weight. He didn't take him into his heart at all, but he was very curious about the so-called Chrysanthemum Club. Fujiwara had already I mentioned it more than once. I originally thought it was just a general association, but I didn’t expect it to involve the royal family. It seems not simple. [(m) No pop-up window reading]
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