Meng Xiaoan narrowed his eyes. It was rare that he was so leisurely and he was going to fight Liang Wei for hundreds of rounds. At this time, someone came to disturb him. What a ghost. This person seemed to be Japanese. A man in a black suit walked straight towards him.
He came over, bowed slightly at a distance, and said respectfully: "Mr. Meng, our president would like to invite you to the Kendo Club."
Meng Xiaoan had a headache. The Japanese seemed to have confused him with Emperor Hong. However, Meng Xiaoan was a little surprised. He was wearing a mask at that time. The Japanese could know his true face in such a short time. He had to
It's true that he has some skills.
"Kendo Club? Are you from Mitsubishi Shota? How did you find me?"
"Our president would like to meet Mr. Meng and hope to reach an interesting business deal with you. Could you please go?"
"What if I don't go?" Meng Xiaoan said calmly.
The visitor was not angry and smiled: "The president said that Mr. Meng is going back. He doesn't want to trouble Mr. Meng every day. Although it may cause Mr. Meng's displeasure, our Japanese are very sincere towards Mr. Meng."
Meng Xiaoan's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he couldn't tell that this little devil was still a bit arrogant. But after all, this is his own country. As a polite and good Chinese student, Meng Xiaoan thought that he was in a certain country.
On the one hand, he is a good student. For example, when it comes to his treatment of Japanese people, he does not hate Japan. After all, a country that has such a high status in the world must have something special. He is not the kind of person who will beat Japan to death as soon as he sees it.
That kind of Chinese, said: "Okay, I'll go see that President Bird."
"Mr. Meng, please don't insult our president. I can fight you for the honor of the society."
The man said neither humble nor arrogantly.
Meng Xiaoan smiled: "Okay, then I won't call him Birdman. After all, I am also a polite student with good reasons, don't you think so?"
The visitor smiled: "Mr. Meng is indeed a very polite student.
Meng Xiaoan said: "Liang Wei, you go back first, I will go discuss something with this person."
Liang Wei knew Meng Xiaoan's current situation, held his hand and said, "I will wait for you to come back, no matter when."
Meng Xiaoan was lightly moved, smiled lightly, and got out of the car calmly. The artist boldly followed the person who came to the car. The car drove for more than ten minutes and arrived at a Japanese-style villa in the city center. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers.
The building is large in scale, beautiful in scenery and very elegant.
After the two got off the car, a tall and tall young man walked over quickly and smiled: "I am Lingtian Dan Dan, welcome Mr. Meng to the Kendo Club."
They actually regarded Meng Xiaoan as a distinguished guest. They showed hospitality to him for nothing, and were either traitors or thieves.
"Please come with me." Shanlingtian Duan Duan led Meng Xiaoan.
The cool autumn wind blew quietly, and the fallen leaves kept falling from the treetops, including many fiery red maple leaves.
Little Japan really knows how to enjoy it. I have a little money after all. One day I will also build a villa properly, imitating ancient buildings. I will be the king.
"Please come in."
Meng Xiaoan and Lingtian stopped in front of a Japanese-style wooden house, surrounded by red maple trees.
A Japanese man with a short build immediately came out of the wooden house and said, "The president will be here soon."
"Damn, it makes you seem like an emperor. I have to pass a few hurdles to see you." Meng Xiaoan smiled and said in a sarcastic tone, "Should I meet your president or your company?
I, figure it out."
Lingtian bowed and said, "I'm sorry, I'll go and invite the host right away."
"Wouldn't it be great if we could take over Little Japan as our own?" Meng Xiaoan smiled and stood quietly in front of the wooden house, looking at the beautiful scenery calmly.
Not long after, footsteps sounded in the wooden house, and a Japanese man wearing blue and white uniforms hurriedly walked out under the guidance of Lingtian Dandan.
This birdman was the president. Meng Xiaoan looked at it carefully: his appearance was very ordinary, but the only thing that made people feel special was his sharp eyes, which looked like two unsheathed swords, exuding the aura of a strong man.
"I am the president of the Kendo Club." Yuya Mitsubishi said.
"Okay, let's not go off topic. Let's talk about what you want from me." Meng Xiaoan said straight to the point.
