He is not a popular sumo wrestler, and the salary he usually receives is not much. Otherwise, he would not come all the way from Japan to China, a strange country, for such a small amount of benefits.
Seeing Sumo's look, Yang Zimei knew that he was moved, so she took out the check and waved it in front of his eyes, "I'll give you three seconds to think about it! Either take the check or this!"
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
Seeing that Sumo was still hesitant, Yang Zimei put away the check and handed the five-pointed star back to Fujiki, "Since the money can't buy it, I'll pay it back to you! We will never default on it again."
"I sell!"
The sumo hurriedly shouted, "Five million!"
Yang Zimei smiled, with a hint of cunning in his dark eyes, "If I sell it now, the maximum I can offer is one million. Who made you hesitate just now? One million, do you want it? I'll give you three more seconds to think about it. Otherwise, I'll ask for the price next time.
It’s half a million!”
"3"
"2"
"I sell!"
The sumo covered his painful heart and screamed.
Seeing that five million dollars had just been lost right in front of his eyes, he was so regretful that he wanted to punch the ground.
Fujiki looked at him in surprise, but did not speak.
Yang Zimei clapped his hands and laughed, "Deal!"
She wrote another check for one million and handed it to Fujiki, "I bought this thing. From now on, we will no longer be in arrears, and don't say that I robbed your things."
"Thank you, Miss Yang."
Fujiki suppressed his displeasure, took the check, handed it to the sumo, and glared at him with gloomy eyes.
Sumo took the check, with a complex expression of joy, regret, and a hint of fear on his face.
"Mr. Fujiki, our transaction is completed. I just lost one million and I'm not in a good mood anymore. I won't invite you to tea anymore. Please come back."
After saying that, she turned around and entered the house.
"Ms. Yang——"
Fujiki chased after him, "Please don't leave, I have something else to do."
"Uh? What's the matter?" Yang Zimei said casually, "I think I really want to have nothing to talk to you about anymore."
"Our Emperor wants to see you!"
Fujiki shouted from behind.
Yang Zimei stopped and looked back at him, "Why?"
"Ms. Yang has amazing talents. Our Majesty the Emperor has heard about it and is very interested in you. He wants to invite you to our great Japan for a visit. I wonder if Miss Yang is free?"
When Fujiki said this, there was a hint of arrogance.
He felt that to be invited by his extremely noble Emperor, the girl in front of him would be flattered to receive this honor.
Who knows, Yang Zimei still didn't even think about it and refused directly, "No time."
Fujiki was startled, suspecting that Yang Zimei had not heard clearly, so he said loudly, "Miss Yang, it is our noble Emperor who invites you to visit us in Japan. In this world, not many people can have this honor."
"Then thank him on my behalf. I don't think it's necessary to see your emperor." Yang Zimei said still looking calm.
"Do you know what a noble status the emperor has in our hearts?" Fujiki began to doubt Yang Zimei's IQ, "Even if the head of your country wants to make an appointment with him, it will be difficult."
"That's none of my business. He is noble in your eyes, but in my mind, he is just a person."
Yang Zimei chuckled.
It's probably because she watched too many war movies in her previous life, and she really doesn't have any favorable impression of a character like the Emperor.