Chapter 523 I give up my seat, does he dare to ask for it?
After hearing what the other party said, Secretary Yan, who was about to stand up, sat down again.
He turned to the short young man and asked, "Are you inviting Japanese people?"
The short young man didn't hide anything, he nodded.
"Yes, our guest today is the boss of a Japanese heavy industry company and the head of the Ito family."
Qin Fan was slightly startled. Isn't the head of the Ito family Ryohin Ito?
Why did this guy come to Hong Kong and be interested in tasting preserved rice?
When Secretary Yan heard that it was a Japanese heavy industry company, his brows immediately furrowed into a Sichuan shape.
Heavy industry enterprises are both famous and notorious.
The short young man continued: "My boss studied in Japan when he was young and was a good friend of Mr. Ito."
Seeing the other party's complacent look, it seems that this can bring glory to the ancestors.
Secretary Yan waved his hand.
"Sorry, I am also entertaining guests today, please find your own place."
Qin Fan said nothing and just watched the excitement with interest.
Seeing Secretary Yan suddenly change his mind, the short young man couldn't help but feel anxious.
He saw that Secretary Yan changed his mind because the other party was Japanese.
"Sir, please do your best. What does giving up your seat have to do with the Japanese?"
"No, it doesn't matter. If he is Chinese, I will give it to you without hesitation, but I cannot give it to foreigners, especially Japanese."
When the tall young man heard this, his expression changed drastically. He could obviously understand what Secretary Yan said.
"What do you mean?"
He was very unhappy and asked this sentence in broken Chinese.
Secretary Yan's eyebrows raised. He was already full of bookishness, but now he was even more upright.
"No reason, because this is Hong Kong, I am Chinese, and I don't want to give up my seat to the Japanese."
The short man was speechless when he heard this.
What kind of logic is this? It seems to be a kind of regional discrimination.
He quickly persuaded: "Sir, decades have passed and you are still thinking about those old things."
"We Chinese people have always been tolerant and generous. Let the past go by. There is no need to hold on to it for generations."
As soon as he finished speaking, a diner next to him banged the table, making a loud bang.
"Is that called the old sesame thing? You are still not a human being! How many people did Japan kill in Hong Kong? Do you know how many people it killed in China?"
"The Japanese have not sincerely apologized and knelt down! Why should we give up our seats to them!"
Another diner also responded coldly, "You can be generous, but we can't!"
When the short young man saw that he had violated a taboo, he quickly covered his mouth and kept silent.
Seeing that the momentum suppressed the short young man, the diner sneered a few times and sat down to continue eating.
Secretary Yan smiled.
He shook his head and said: "Young man, you have a problem with your understanding. I'm not holding on and not letting go, but I can't forget history."
"So I can't give up this position, please do it yourself!"
"You! Bastard!" The tall Japanese man was a little angry.
"what happened?"
At this time, a sentence in Japanese came again.
I saw two middle-aged men walking in from outside. One of them saw something was wrong in the atmosphere and asked.
The tall young man quickly stepped forward and explained the situation in a low voice.
The short young man also explained apologetically to another middle-aged man.
"Mr. Gou, it's like this..."
He explained everything in a few words.
After listening to what the short young man said, Mr. Gou felt a little uncomfortable and his face became gloomy.
If this isn't to show off his face, what is it for?
In his opinion, they just discussed changing positions and did not force it, but Secretary Yan seemed to have said it a bit unpleasantly.
He held the table with both hands, seeming to be trying his best to suppress the unhappiness in his heart.
His pupils shrank slightly, "Friends, what you are doing is a bit unfriendly."
It would have been better if he didn't ask, but Qin Fan couldn't help but laugh.
"why are you laughing?"
Qin Fan shook his head, "You are a very interesting person. You just want us to make it easier for you. Have you asked him for his opinion?"
"If I give up my seat, does he dare to ask for it?!"
What? The short young man and the tall young man couldn't help but look at each other.
They feel this is the first big joke they hear in the new year.
The middle-aged man named Mr. Gou even laughed angrily. He even wondered whether the Qin Fan in front of him had lost his mind.
Secretary Yan was also a little confused. He didn't know what Qin Fan meant.
When the middle-aged Japanese man on the side heard Qin Fan's voice, he seemed to be struck by thunder and couldn't help but shudder.
There was no threat in this voice, but to him it was fear from the soul.
He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully at Qin Fan, who had been drinking water.
Immediately, the sweat dripped down my back.
He pushed Mr. Gou away, his expression becoming humble and respectful.
"Mr. Qin, it turns out you are here!"
Suddenly, there was only a clang, and the short and tall young people, as well as Mr. Gou's jaws were shattered to the ground.
Yes, this middle-aged Japanese is none other than Ito Ryohin.
However, Ito Ryohin still calls Qin Fan Mr. Qin, and his tone is extremely respectful. What does that mean?
"Ito-kun, what are you doing?" Mr. Gou asked in confusion.
He knew very well that Ito Ryohin would not be so humble to him.
Ito Ryohin didn't answer him, didn't even look at him, but acted like a child who made a mistake.
His hands naturally drooped and his body was slightly bent, ready to listen to Qin Fan's scolding.
Qin Fan couldn't help but laugh when he saw the other party's fearful look.
"Mr. Ito, Boss Ito!"
He said "Mr." in the first sentence and "Boss" in the second sentence, which made Ito Ryohin's old face twitch.
"Mr. Qin, I don't dare to take it! I don't dare to take it!"
What an international joke, Qin Fan is his big boss and controls his life and death.
He suddenly remembered Qin Fan's previous words: If I give up my seat, does he dare to take it?
He turned around suddenly, raised his hand and slapped the tall young man several times.
"Ba Ge! Why do you ask Mr. Qin to give up your seat! Why don't you apologize to him!"
At this moment, many diners looked over and initially thought that the two parties were communicating and talking.
But this kind of slapping and scolding is obviously not as simple as communication.
Qin Fan was speechless, and he didn't mean anything else.
The tall young man was actually the most aggrieved. He didn't say anything from beginning to end.
But it was he who got beaten.
There was no way, because Ito Ryohin was the big boss, so he could only bear the blame in frustration.
"Excuse me, gentlemen!" He bowed deeply.
Qin Fan waved his hand, as if swatting away flies.
"Okay, okay, you go and eat together."
Seeing that Qin Fan was a little impatient, Ito Ryohin quickly nodded and bowed.
"Yes, yes! Excuse me!"
He pulled Mr. Gou, and they sat down facing the wall without saying a word, not even daring to take a breath.
Qin Fei, who was not far away, saw this scene and felt a wave of panic in his heart.
He grew up in the Ozawa family, how could he not know Ito Ryohin.
He knows better who Ryohin Ito is and who the Ito family is!
But in front of his brother, he actually had to act cute like a child and wanted to please Qin Fan.
A bitter smile appeared in his heart, "Brother, I don't know how many secrets you have!"
Mr. Gou looked at Qin Fan out of the corner of his eyes. He was suspicious, but he didn't dare to ask.
But now Ito Ryohin has lost all his appetite and is still worried.
He was worried that Qin Fan would be angry because of this. If he had known it, he would not have come to taste the cured rice.
Fortunately, his attention was always on Qin Fan and he did not see Qin Fei beside him.
"Mr. Qin, do you know Ito from this heavy industry company?" Secretary Yan asked in a low voice.
"Haha, there is some connection."
"Oh, why do I feel that he is afraid of you?"
"Oh, really?" Qin Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and then laughed.
"He had acupuncture with me and was afraid of silver needles."
"Uh~" Secretary Yan was speechless for a while.
If you are afraid of silver needles, will you have such a big reaction?
It's just that Qin Fan didn't want to talk about it, and he wisely stopped dwelling on this topic.