Dongchuan City, a high-end Japanese restaurant. There is a small bamboo garden planted in the restaurant, and there are several Japanese-style rooms for VIPs in the bamboo garden.
In one of the rooms, Zhong Liangguo sat in it with a sad expression, drinking sake. Sitting on his knees opposite him was a Japanese man with a white upper body and a black lower body, wearing a kimono and a mustache.
Next to them, there was a woman wearing a Japanese kimono and geisha makeup, who elegantly poured sake for the two of them.
There is also a miniature small pond outside. There is a bamboo tube sitting on the pond, which is constantly swinging up and down with the water flow, making a crisp sound.
The person who asked the question was the Japanese man. He seemed to have a kind of concern on his face, but his eyes were full of indifference.
"Mr. Yamamoto..." Zhong Liangguo felt depressed and swallowed one glass of sake at a time. "It's all business matters. I'm really afraid of Mr. Yamamoto's laughter when I say it."
"Zhong Jun is too outspoken." Yamamoto said, waving his hand, and the geisha next to him immediately bent down and bowed out.
"We are all friends, don't say such outlandish words." Yamamoto actually stood up in person and filled a glass of wine for Zhong Liangguo. Zhong Liangguo was flattered, holding the wine glass in both hands, and thanked him repeatedly.
"Mr. Yamamoto, you are such a good person." Zhong Liangguo spoke very respectfully, and stood up to fill a glass of wine for the Japanese, "You take care of such a big business in Japan, and you are also responsible for the entrance of the Black Dragon Association. You are so busy.
, and you still care about my affairs, which I can’t bear to talk about.”
"Zhongjun, if you are a friend, don't be polite. You have done so many things for us, and the price of the arms is very reasonable. If you have something wrong, how can I, Yamamoto Seventy-eight, turn a blind eye!"
"Well, since Mr. Yamamoto is so loyal, I won't hide it anymore." Zhong Liangguo picked up the small wine cup and drank all the sake in one gulp.
"Good wine!" Zhong Liangguo was actually not used to drinking at all, but he still praised it.
"As long as Mr. Zhong likes it." Yamamoto Seventy-eight pinched his mustache and said proudly, "This is the 'Masumi sake' I brought back from China. Most people can't drink this kind of wine. Mr. Zhong is mine."
My friend, that’s why you are lucky enough to drink this wine.”
"What an honor! What an honor!" Zhong Liangguo said quickly.
"Zhong Jun, let's get back to business. Don't mention the wine. Let's talk about your business first."
"It's hard to explain in words..." Zhong Liangguo sighed, "Mr. Yamamoto, you also know that my Zhong family is in the arms business. But in our Dongchuan City, and even in the entire north, there is a tyrant, and that is the Liao family's enterprise
, Dafa Group. Now, they are also eyeing the arms trade, and they will definitely try their best to squeeze me out. The Liao family has a big business and can afford to play. But Mr. Yamamoto, if you do business with them, the cost will definitely be
It will improve a lot. Because they will try their best to monopolize this business so that you can’t find another one besides them.”
"There are actually such domineering people." Yamamoto Shiba's eyes changed and he murmured. "Then Mr. Zhong, don't you have any countermeasures yourself?"
"Yes! Of course there is!" Zhong Liangguo said immediately, "The Liao family has a precious daughter named Liao Shasha. She was originally my fiancée, but she turned out that we were poor and regretted the marriage. As long as I can control this Liao Shasha, I can
Take control of the entire Zhong family!"
"Then why don't you go try it, Mr. Zhong?" Yamamoto Qiba said nonchalantly, and filled another glass of wine for Zhong Liangguo.
"Oh, of course I tried." Zhong Liangguo looked downcast, completely losing the elegance of his rich young master. "Both the men I sent out and the cultivators who came back at a high price were all defeated by a bodyguard beside Liao Shasha.
Damn it, what kind of cultivator, I think he is just a charlatan."
"Haha, cultivators are just a joke." Yamamoto Seventy-eight sneered, "Zhong Jun, you are a high-level intellectual who has returned from overseas studies, and you still believe in these things. It is simply inappropriate."
"Yes, that's what Mr. Yamamoto taught you."
"Mr. Zhong, do you know that what you cultivators have learned is just a little bit of onmyoji from our country. How can you be called a cultivator with just such a little bit of knowledge?" Yamamoto Seventy-Eight
Holding his beard, he continued, "Being fooled this time can be regarded as a lesson to Mr. Zhong. But since we are friends, I am willing to help Mr. Zhong solve this trouble."
"Mr. Yamamoto, are you willing to help me?" When Zhong Liangguo heard this, he immediately became excited, like a poisonous snake waking up in spring, with a fierce light in his eyes. Who is this Yamamoto Seventy-eight, the leader of the Japanese Black Dragon Society? Can his men
There are too many people and strangers. With Mr. Yamamoto’s help, dealing with the Liao family would be a piece of cake.
"Don't Mr. Zhong believe me?" Yamamoto sat upright, like a tombstone, and asked dissatisfiedly.
"No, no, Mr. Yamamoto misunderstood. I feel bad that Mr. Yamamoto is so busy and still finds time to help me."
"Mr. Zhong is so polite again!" Yamamoto drank the glass of wine and smiled, "Publicly speaking, you are my partner. In private terms, Mr. Zhong is my friend. I am busy with both public and private matters.
It’s decided.”
"Oh, thank you so much!" Zhong Liangguo stood up quickly and served Yamamoto a drink, "With Mr. Yamamoto's help, there's no need to worry about everything happening!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhong. When I came, I brought a few genin with me. Although these genin have average skills, they can easily deal with you cultivators. Now I will give them to Mr. Zhong to use. I hope to hear Mr. Zhong's advice.
good news."
"That's that! Come on, Mr. Yamamoto, I, Zhong Liangguo, propose a toast to you!"
Zhong Liangguo was so excited that his hands shaking as he raised the glass.
Yamamoto Seventy-Eight accompanied him to drink the wine, but a strong disdain flashed in his eyes. Huh, Chinese people only know how to fight among themselves. When you catch Liao Shasha, my genin will kill you first with a backhand. When the time comes,
The Zhong family and the Liao family are all assets of our Empire of Japan!
On the surface, Yamamoto still had a friendly smile, and the two of them drank a few more drinks. Yamamoto saw that Zhong Liangguo was a little drunk, so he said.
"Zhongjun, just take a good rest here. I have something else to do and I have to leave for a while."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the geisha just walked out from behind the door immediately and sat in Zhong Liangguo's arms.
"I won't delay Zhong Jun's good deeds. Savor it slowly. See you next time."
"Okay, Mr. Yamamoto, go and get busy..."
As Yamamoto walked out of the house and closed the door behind him, the sound of springy breathing could immediately be heard in the house.
He sneered, his body full of murderous intent.
"Chiyo." He stood at the door and called softly.
"Mr. Yamamoto!" With a swipe, a figure shrouded in a dark blue ninja uniform suddenly appeared behind him.
"Chiyo, you will be responsible for this China. You help him complete a task and try your best to cooperate with him."
"Yes..." Although this ninja restrained her chest, it was still difficult to cover it completely. Her chest was still bulging, and her clear voice completely exposed her gender.
"After the mission is completed, kill him without leaving any traces."
"yes!"
"By the way, Chiyo..." Yamamoto lowered his head and glanced at the female ninja kneeling behind him. Although his face was full of the care of an elder for a younger generation, there was something evil in the depths of his eyes, "You
Are you still angry that I brought you to China?"
"Chiyo don't dare!" the female ninja just replied coldly, without any emotion in her voice.
"I know, you say you don't care, but you still have some emotions in your heart."
Yamamoto said pleasantly, "As the next head of the Gozen family, you must come to China. You must know that this country should belong to our Empire of Japan. You must understand this country and the bad nature of the Chinese people. You must
We must understand their weaknesses, and then we can take our territory back from the Chinese!"
"Yes!" Chiyo continued to speak word by word.
"Chiyo..." Yamamoto Seventy-eight asked like a kind uncle who cared about his niece, "Are you still used to coming to China? Do you miss your grandfather and the old master of the imperial family too much?"
"Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto, for your concern. Chiyo is very used to this place." Although the voice sounded nice, the words were so cold. It was as if the person standing in front of her was not Chiyo's elder, but her enemy.
"Chiyo, you have to complete this mission well." Yamamoto stretched out his hand and patted the female ninja on the head, fully displaying his kind and elder look, "Ozen's old master specially asked me,
Take good care of you. This mission is very important. If you do it well, you will be qualified to go to the Chunin Village for training."
"Yes!" Chiyo replied calmly and calmly.
"By the way, Chiyo, when you come to China, you haven't tasted the cuisine here yet. The food cooked by the Chinese is pretty good. Tonight, come and have a drink with me, uncle."
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Yamamoto." Chiyo's eyes hidden in the black cloth showed a hint of hatred and said, "Chiyo still has to train and cannot accompany Mr. Yamamoto. I hope you will forgive me."
"Don't make yourself too tired." Yamamoto Shichiba pinched his mustache and said, "You should also take a rest when appropriate. If your body is exhausted, I won't be able to explain it to the old master of the imperial family."
"Continuous training is to hone the will of a ninja!" Chiyo still looked indifferent, and Yamamoto finally couldn't help but feel a little angry.
"Okay, you go down, don't forget the mission!" The kindness on Yamamoto Shiba's face faded, and his face was as straight as Changbai Mountain.
"yes!"
The female ninja named Chiyo replied, nodded, and then turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the distance.
The bamboo forest swayed gently in the wind, and the bamboo tube on the pool next to it still made a gentle clicking sound. Women's moans and men's growls could also be heard in the house.
"Hmph, Gozen Chiyo... you can't escape my grasp!" Yamamoto sneered, his eyes turning colder little by little, and he slowly left the bamboo hut.