After getting off the plane, Jing Haohao felt a little regretful.
Unexpectedly, the temperature in Japan was much lower than that in Jiangshan City. Even though she was wearing a long skirt and gown, she still felt cold and shivering.
He hailed a taxi and went directly into Tokyo. He first found a hotel to stay at, and then Jinghao took the landline phone in the hotel and made a call to the person in charge of the Japanese company on the contract.
I thought about the call several times before it was answered. It was very quiet inside, and a melodious Japanese ditty was playing.
Jing Haohao didn't speak Japanese, so he had to say in Chinese: "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Suzuki."
"Excuse me, who are you?" The person who answered the phone could speak Chinese, although his tone sounded a little unsteady.
"I am sent by Haixin Group in Jiangshan City. I want to see Mr. Suzuki."
"Please wait a moment." There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time before a voice came over: "Where are you now? Mr. Suzuki said he would send someone to pick you up."
Jinghao reported the name of the hotel.
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After hanging up the phone, about half an hour later, the hotel phone rang. Someone from Mr. Suzuki had arrived.
Jing took a quick look in the mirror to make sure that his clothes were neat and there was nothing wrong with him, then he picked up his bag and went downstairs.
The person I met was a serious middle-aged Japanese who spoke little and rarely smiled, but spoke very standard Chinese.
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The car drove for a long time and finally stopped in front of a building that looked particularly charming.
The driver parked the car and opened the door: "Miss Jing, we're here."
"Thank you." Jing Hao got out of the car and looked at the surrounding environment. It was elegant and leisurely.
"Please come in."
The driver led Jinghao and walked inside. The road was slightly twisty and turned left and right along several long corridors before the driver opened a door.
The room was very large, with a large gaming table placed in the middle and surrounded by people. On the stage directly in front, there were several beautiful women in kimonos playing mysterious and elegant music.
Everyone was not distracted by Jing Haohao's entrance, and was still gambling.
The driver motioned to Jing Haohao to stand aside and wait for a moment. Then he walked to the gaming table and whispered something into the ear of a man sitting in the seat. The man raised his head and glanced at Jing Haohao with a sharp look in his eyes.
, but quickly moved away and continued playing cards.
The driver came back and whispered to Jing Haohao: "Miss Jing, please wait a moment."
Jinghao nodded slightly, and the driver stood aside.
After about half an hour, Mr. Suzuki stood up from the gaming table, and the rest of the people were still playing enthusiastically around the gaming table.
Mr. Suzuki is very thin and looks to be about fifty years old. He wears a light gray suit, which gives people a sinister look.
Mr. Suzuki walked directly over Jing Hao Hao, walked to the sofa beside him and sat down, looking up and down at Jing Hao Hao.
His eyes were like those of a wild beast, with a bloodthirsty edge that made Jinghao shudder involuntarily.
Jing Hao couldn't help but take a step back, as if this would make him a little safer.
Mr. Suzuki looked at Jing's good behavior, smiled, and said: "Miss Jing, welcome to Japan."
"Hello, Mr. Suzuki." Jinghao smiled back and said carefully: "I am here on behalf of Haixin Company and want to discuss the contract with Mr. Suzuki."