"Haha, Miss Yang, we took the liberty of coming here today. We have no other intention. We just want to become good friends with Miss Yang. I hope Miss Yang won't dislike it."
Mr. Fujiki said with a smile on his face.
"I don't dare to dislike it, but I'm sorry. I'm not someone who can make friends casually, so I can only thank Mr. Fujiki for his kindness."
Yang Zimei said calmly.
Fujiki still had a professional smile on his face, and there was no trace of sullenness at all. It was just that the three sumos behind him were like wild beasts staring at their prey, always wanting to pounce on them.
"Haha, Miss Yang, you are really direct in your speech, I like it."
Fujiki laughed and said, "Although we can't be friends, we are all at your door. As a hospitable Chinese, shouldn't we invite guests in for tea?"
"It turns out that Mr. Fujiki wants me to treat you to tea. That's easy. There is a teahouse not far ahead. Please come over!"
Yang Zimei pointed to the tea house and said.
"Ms. Yang really loves to joke. Don't you have an old Chinese saying that it's a pleasure to come from afar? Why do you refuse to let us in as guests?" Mr. Fujiki still arrived reluctantly.
Yang Zimei deliberately pretended to be innocent and confused and said, "Mr. Fujiki, I'm sorry, I didn't go to school very much, so I don't understand what that sentence means. This is my private residence, and only friends can enter it, so you have to think
For tea, I can invite you over there to drink slowly."
"Baga!"
The sumo wrestler who had been stepped on by her and had his five-pointed star ornament taken away from her could not bear it anymore and shouted angrily, "Don't give you face, you are shameless!"
"Haha, it seems that Mr. Sumo has spent a lot of time in China, and he can actually say shameless things to you."
Although he didn't want to cause too much trouble, Yang Zimei got angry when he saw them and said sarcastically, "Your face is like a pig's head and full of fat. Give it to me. I really don't want it!"
"Baga!"
Sumo was so angry that all the fat on his body shook. He walked over on his thick elephant legs and wanted to attack Yang Zimei.
Mr. Fujiki stopped him.
The smile on Yang Zimei's face became even thicker, "Mr. Fujiki, if you want this thing back, if you want this thing back now, I will just give it back to you. I really don't like to see someone acting like this."
You look like you want to beat me to death, but I'm a weak woman, very timid, and I can't stand being frightened."
After listening to the last half of her words, Fujiki almost vomited blood.
She does look like a weak woman, but she is more courageous than anyone else.
"Thank you, Miss Yang, for your generosity."
Fujiki stretched out his hand to take the five-pointed star, but Yang Zimei shrank his hand again and said with a smile: "What's so generous about it? I robbed it from you, I didn't give it to you. My maid likes this thing very much.
I want to buy it, but I wonder how much price Mr. Fujiki can offer?"
"Baga! This is a gift from the Master. It's a priceless treasure. You girl, hurry up and return it to me!"
Sumo yelled again.
"Five million! How about that?"
Yang Zimei shook the pendant in his hand and said, "No matter how meaningful something is, it can't be compared to five million, right?"