At eight o'clock in the evening, guests began to arrive.
First there were a dozen old guys in their fifties and sixties, all dressed in suits and leather shoes, and dressed meticulously.
It can be seen from the expressions on their faces when they come in that their identities are not simple.
Su Mu's eyes twitched slightly.
These guys are all the presidents or presidents of the consortium.
Japanese Fuso's company is called Co., Ltd.
Equivalent to a limited liability company in China.
The president is the chairman of the board of directors or chairman of the board.
The president is the general manager.
Companies in Japan basically have lifelong tenure. No matter what mistakes you make, at most you will be assigned to a job and will not be fired.
The strict hierarchy has led to an extremely serious status gap between superiors and subordinates.
That's really what happens when the boss farts, the subordinate runs away and dies, and he has to enjoy a good beating even if nothing happens.
Being able to become the president of a chaebol or consortium, how can the status of these people be simple?
If you pick any one of them, they will be on equal footing with the Prime Minister.
Su Mu's powerful memory contains basic information about most of them.
Good guys, Japan's four major chaebols and six major consortiums are gathered together.
People who don’t know this might think that a world-class financial war is about to begin.
Not long after, another group of people walked in at the door.
It's another group of old guys, older, but dressed in traditional clothes.
These old guys all have the same expression on their faces.
That's cold.
He was wearing wooden clogs, with a haughty look on his face, and he was holding a small folding fan made of different materials in his hands.
The presidents and presidents who came in before immediately stood up and bowed deeply at the same time.
That way, it was like grandson Gray meeting his living ancestor.
These old guys are the heads of the super families hidden behind the major financial groups.
After these old guys took their seats, people kept coming in.
There are many young people among them.
Genji, Taira, Fujiwara, Tachibana, Hojo, Uesugi, Oda, Tokugawa, Takeda, etc.
These are either top nobles or overlord families that once dominated the Japanese country.
Su Mu's eyes fell on a few of them.
One is called Ping Zhengsheng.
The big hand behind the Mitsui Zaibatsu, Hideo Mitsui, the heir to the Mitsui Zaibatsu, has caused troubles and troubles many times, and this guy's shadow is behind him.
Ping Zhengsheng is also the current spokesperson of the Ping family, and he has a high and powerful position.
There is another person who was present on both sides of the last National Games war.
That guy whose pseudonym is Fujiwara.
He is the father of Ozu Kumaji and the next heir to the emperor of the imperial family.
There is also Minamoto Kosuke, a young man from the Minamoto clan.
The guy who participated in the World Outstanding College Students Exchange Meeting and made a lot of nonsense in Dongyang.
At that time, Su Mu heard some dirty secrets that even he knew.
Many of Japan Fuso's chess pieces lurking in China have become local wealth groups. They have been secretly selling young girls from China to Japan.
These young girls have all become maids of these so-called noble families and playthings to be abused at will.
Seeing Minamoto Kosuke again, Su Mu felt like he was seeing a dead person.
The hall soon became lively, with no less than a hundred people, including not only the heads of noble families, but also the heads of major plutocrats, as well as outstanding young descendants of these families.
Su Mu didn't see Hideo Mitsui.
Obviously, as the heir promoted by the Mitsui Zaibatsu, he is not even qualified to enter here.
Perhaps this guy was encouraged to step on Su Mu in the Demon City, was slapped in the face, and finally had to kneel down like a dog to crawl out, which caused him to lose his status as heir.
Su Mu smelled something immediately.
That's not right.
If we want to talk about noble status, shouldn’t Fujiwara, the next emperor, be the most noble?
Why is his daughter, the prince of Taohua Palace, superior to him?
You must know that in Japan, the hierarchy is extremely strict, and the behavior of subordinates overcoming superiors is tantamount to rebellion. Even if you are justified, you will be isolated afterwards.
How can a father wait for his daughter?
Still in the palace.
This cocktail party is definitely the highest level in Japan Fuso.
No matter how high it is, the emperor must be present.
Could it be...?
Su Mu couldn't help but secretly feel a little excited, but also a little regretful.
If my strength is still there...!
Whatever you do, you can wipe out the group.
He believed that with his own abilities, no one would be able to catch him, nor would it be possible to find out his identity.
Of course, after the group is destroyed, it is probably the precursor to the third war.
This kind of thing, just think about it and forget it, you can't do it.
Are you kidding?
Warriors as powerful as ancient ones are not allowed to kill ordinary people.
The reason why rules are called rules is that they are not allowed to be broken easily.
Otherwise, everyone should stop doing other things and huddle in the bunker every day and play with their toes.
It is impossible for the emperor to attend any cocktail party.
Then the problem comes.
Is there anyone with a higher status than Fujiwara?
The prince in the Taohua Palace?
impossible.
so……!
It must be Feng Zinan.
This prince in the Taohua Palace is a great beauty, and she must have become Feng Zinan's plaything.
I think so.
Otherwise, why would she become the female emperor?
Su Mu couldn't help but sneer.
After she inherits the throne of the Emperor, Shintoism will become the most powerful weapon in her hand.
Rather than Shintoism overriding the royal family.
The chaebols and ancient aristocrats will be unified as never before.
At that time, Japanese Fuso was about to follow the old path of the Meiji Restoration.
What the result is is self-evident.
This hall was obviously a place specifically used for banquets in the imperial palace. It was very large, with hundreds of people sitting in the middle. Plus servants, waiters, and bodyguards, there were no less than five hundred people, and it didn't seem crowded at all.
I have to say that the most interesting thing about Xiao Ben's banquet is the servants and waiters, whose service is so good that it will take your breath away.
Especially the heads of the Taira family and the Genji family, there are four beautiful waiters on the left and right, their eyes are so good that they are simply invincible.
As soon as these old guys raised their hands and turned their heads, these maids could guess almost exactly what they wanted to do.
The emperor is no more than that.
The palace maids of the Zhu family of Hongwu are far superior in grandeur, but the details are actually inferior.
Unlike other noisy receptions, except for the old guys with the highest status, even the presidents and presidents of the chaebol were cautious when speaking.
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing Bian clothing walked in from the door.
Bianfu is the exclusive dress worn by the ancient Japanese nobles. The shoulder pads are pointed and pointed, the collar should be opened three-thirds, and the lower trouser legs are very long and drag to the ground.
He shouted at the door gently:
"His Royal Highness the Prince has arrived."
Wow!!
The entire hall came to a standstill.
Like a conditioned reflex, everyone put down their wine glasses at the same time.
Even a few old guys with limited mobility quickly avoided the seats and knelt down, then put their hands on their foreheads and bowed down.
A tall woman wearing a white kimono with her hair tied up on her head walked in lightly.
Su Mu did not see Feng Zinan.
He couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
That’s fine.
If Feng Zinan was here, his presence here today would be meaningless.