Yi Zhiyan mentally asked the leper Shiro Inoue's household registration book several times. In fact, the residents of the island country do not have a household registration book. The reason is not that they are all dead, because they use nationality.
Some people live a hypocritical and tactful life in this life. They look at each other with smiling faces in front of others, and turn their backs to follow the yin and yang. Sometimes hypocrisy is also a way of survival. As Lao Tzu said, "The best is like water, go with the flow." From a certain perspective, the explanation is also a kind of tact.
Everyone has their own way of living in the world. People who live hypocritically are actually very tired, but they will live a more nourishing life than most people.
Yi Zhiyan was thinking about the household register of Inoue Shiro's family, and said with a hypocritical smile on his face: "Mr. Inoue, don't worry, the best fighting dogs from all over the world are raised here, and I will take you to pick one out early tomorrow morning.
The best.”
Inoue Shiro's face was cold, and his chestnut eyes inadvertently glanced at the white sand tank next to the studio. The unextinguished cigarette butts in it were still smoking. He turned his eyes back to Yi Zhiyan's face and said lightly: "Yi Jun, are you
Don’t you really want to sit in my studio?”
Yi Zhiyan's mind was revealed, and his expression was a little awkward, but he quickly returned to normal, nodded seriously and said: "Yes, actually I often wonder what is hidden in this studio.
Things, but I abide by the conditions I set when I cooperated with you, and I will never enter your private place without permission."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Shiro Inoue's mouth, he reached out and patted Yi Zhiyan's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Hahaha! My good friend, now I invite you to come in and enjoy the purest Yamato national culture together.
, there should be no secrets in front of friends."
One of the assistants stepped forward and opened the door of the studio with a key, and stood aside with his hands hanging. Shiro Inoue put his arm around Yi Zhiyan's shoulders and walked into the door together. The lights came on the moment they stepped into the door, illuminating the studio.
Bright as day.
This studio covers an area of more than 200 square meters. It was there when the villa was built. Originally, the entire drug manufacturing factory was part of the underground casino. This studio was converted from a luxuriously decorated office. Inside
All supporting facilities have been replaced according to Inoue Shiro's requirements. The floor is covered with rush tatami mats, low tables, paper shuttle doors, clogs, knife holders... all decorations and arrangements are in the typical island country style.
The biggest feature of the entire studio is the potted plants of various sizes, including miniature trees, human-faced bamboos, flowers, and even miniature water lilies... Inoue Shiro knows how to enjoy it, but Yi Zhiyan didn't see it
He had no intention of playing with the flowers and plants that interested him.
Meow meow - two almost inaudible cat calls came into his ears. Yi Zhiyan looked around and saw no cat. There was only a row of bottles blocked by potted plants. He remembered that Shiro Inoue sent someone there some time ago.
I took in many kittens of different breeds and raised them, but there were no cats at all on the table where the potted plants were placed.
Inoue Shiro seemed to see his doubts and said with a faint smile: "Yijun, do you like kittens? I have many beautiful bonsai cats here. If you like them, I can give you a few bottles."
"Bonsai cat?" Yi Zhiyan was stunned. He really didn't know how cats and bonsai could be related. One was a living creature and the other was a plant. The two had nothing to do with each other.
Inoue Shiro smiled and said: "It's a bonsai cat. It's an art unique to our Yamato people. In the future, I will also develop bonsai dogs, bonsai snakes, and even bonsai beauties."
"Oh!" Yi Zhiyan didn't understand what he was saying at all, but he responded out of politeness. His eyes wandered around the large room, hoping to find something related to the core technology of drug production, but the strange thing was that here
I didn't see anything like a safe. They were all simple wooden furniture. There were two computers, but Inoue Shiro wouldn't be stupid enough to store precious core technology in the computer. After all, it was too obvious.
Inoue Shiro smiled and greeted Yi Zhiyan to the counter where potted plants and glass bottles were placed. He reached over and picked up a small square bottle. This bottle was slightly larger than an adult's hand. There were two tubes on the sealed bottle mouth.
There was a furry object in the bottle. When I turned the bottle over, I discovered that it contained a live cat.
The cat's body was imprisoned in a narrow square bottle and could not move at all. Its wide-open eyes looked coldly, as if its life had been completely frozen at this moment, but it was still alive, and its life was connected to the bottle.
, can be placed in any position at will. The bottles on the table have different shapes, but all of them contain a kitten. In the words of Inoue Shiro, these are all bonsai cats.
"Beautiful, one of these two tubes is used to inject nutrients and cartilage into them, and the other is connected to their intestines to excrete waste. These bonsai cats have been raised for almost two months. The shape of the cats is similar to
The bottles are almost the same, and they can live for a long time as long as they are kept fed. This is the real art..."
Inoue Shiro flipped the bottle in his hand and proudly introduced his so-called art. This is a cruel act that ignores life. I really don’t know what would happen if one day he was stripped naked and put into such a small bottle and poked two tubes.
What a scene.
Yi Zhiyan knew that these little devils were not good birds, but he was also troubled by the potted cat in front of him. He felt as if he was crawling with maggots all over his body. He waved his hand and said: "Mr. Inoue, you
I appreciate your kindness, but I prefer dogs, so you should keep these bonsai cats by yourself and enjoy them slowly."
This guy knows that he is not a good person, but when he heard Shiro Inoue say that he would continue to study bonsai dogs, bonsai snakes, and bonsai beauties... he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. The kid likes to play with such BT things.
The logic of thinking is incomprehensible. It seems that it is not easy to find where he hides his things.
Inoue Shiro smiled coldly and said: "Yi Jun, I always thought that cooperation must have the same hobbies to last long. In your Chinese terms, this should be called Aiwujiwu." While speaking, he deliberately threw up the bottle in his hand.
, and then put it into the hand, the kitten inside has no change in its dull and wide eyes. Its fate is in the hands of humans, and death is the best relief for it.
Yi Zhiyan rolled his eyes, and while Inoue Shiro was throwing the bottle up again, he reached over and grabbed it in his palm. He chuckled and said, "It's not that I love cats. In fact, I also like cats. We in China have a saying.
, A gentleman never takes what others like, and since Mr. Inoue has shown his kindness, I am happy to accept it, thank you!"
Inoue Shiro nodded and said with a smile: "Very good, this is a good friend, Yi Jun. Our cooperation will definitely be more tacit in the future. As for those little recipes, I will give them to my best friend at the appropriate time, understand?"