Only Yang Zimei and Fujiki were left in the principal's office.
Fujiki touched his cheek, and his eyes hidden behind the black frame looked at Yang Zimei with an inquiring gaze.
Yang Zimei raised his eyebrows and stepped forward to greet him.
Fujiki slightly avoided her sight, stretched out his hand and said, "We in Japan have always been fair in martial arts. If you defeat our sumo, I will not argue with you. However, I beg you to take away the five-pointed star ornament."
Give it back to us.”[
"It's okay, but you have to explain to me the origin of those two ornaments, otherwise, I won't return them."
Yang Zimei studied the pentagram in his hand for a long time, but could not find the reason why it could make his evil spirit come back, and there was no sealing spell on it.
The most important thing is that Sadako, who has never had any desire to ask for anything, actually took the initiative to ask her for that thing this time. After putting it on, some wonderful changes seemed to have happened.
Therefore, she was full of curiosity about the origin of this five-pointed star ornament.
"That's just a protective thing given to them by our Imperial Master. It's not a valuable thing, but it is very precious to them."
Fujiki said patiently.
Since the little girl in front of me was able to knock down the three great sumo wrestlers in her country, it must be unusual for her to be hit in the face by Li Sheng just now for no apparent reason.
Therefore, he did not dare to peek at her and maintained a certain degree of caution towards her.
"Oh? That's it?"
Yang Zimei was a little disappointed and continued to ask, "Is your country's national master good at onmyoji? How old is he? Why did he give those two sumo wrestling accessories?"
"Sorry, please forgive me for not being able to answer these questions of yours. Because I have never met our great national teacher."
Fujiki Road.
"I have already used those two ornaments and cannot return them to you. How about this, I will compensate you for your losses. Just tell me how much it costs."
Yang Zimei saw that Fujiki's attitude towards her had improved, and her tone naturally softened.
If you respect me a foot, I will give you a foot in return.
If you treat me badly, I will retaliate.
This has always been her attitude towards people.
Furthermore, Fujiki is Japan's ambassador to China. She has to look at the Buddha's face even if she doesn't look at the monk's face. She doesn't want to cause any diplomatic problems between the two of them because of her own whim.
In this case, she can't bear it.[
She is not afraid of fighting alone.
However, in this world, no one can defeat the state machine.
Fujiki's expression changed slightly, and he shook his head and said, "As I said just now, those two things are very precious to them and cannot be bought with money."
He pointed to the peach wood plaque hanging on Yang Zimei's neck, "I believe that the peach wood plaque on Miss's neck is also the most precious to you. If I snatch it over and give you money, will you do it?"
Yang Zimei reached out and touched the mahogany sign.
Indeed, even if all the money and jewelry in the world were piled in front of her, she would still not be willing to exchange the peach wood card.
"Miss, there is an old Chinese saying: Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. You don't want others to use money to take away your cherished things. The same goes for our Mr. Sumo. Please be considerate."
Fujiki is worthy of being a person who has been involved in foreign affairs for so many years. His words are tactful but powerful, making it difficult for people to find anything to refute.
What's more, Yang Zimei is not an eloquent person.
