This is a garden building in the dry landscape style of an island country, covering a very large area. It is not far from the capital of the island country, and every inch of land is precious. Its existence is a symbol of money and power.
The entire building is brightly lit, with two men in black suits standing on either side of the door. In front of the fence, there are about a dozen black Mercedes-Benz S600 cars parked, all of which tell the identity of the owner of this building.
origin.
Inside the building, in the ripple-shaped sand formation in the main courtyard, between several strange-shaped standing stones with Zen meanings, a woman with five-flowered flowers and big ties stood kneeling. Perhaps because her physical strength was completely exhausted, her whole head was covered in the heavy rain.
He hooked his lower body and buried it deeply between his legs.
In the center of the tatami room in the main hall, there is a long low table with sake and some sashimi, tempura and other delicacies. A bald, muscular middle-aged man wearing a kimono is holding up the food in his hand.
Wine bottle, slowly pour the remaining wine from the wine bottle into the ceramic wine glass.
Behind him on the right side, a woman wearing a light gray suit is kneeling. She has shoulder-length hair and sword-like eyebrows. There is a hint of solemnity in her beautiful appearance. She is standing on the ground holding a handle.
Dao Guo Dao is closing his eyes to relax.
On both sides of the main room, behind the rows of low tables, there are ten people wearing open-front kimonos on the left and right. Some are drinking in silence, some are looking at their mobile phones, and some are hugging the beautiful kimonos serving beside them to be intimate.
One each. These people are obviously the core cadres of Aogen Ogiwara Trading Company.
Outside, where the rain fell, there was a row of men also standing in black clothes. His eyes swept around, constantly moving on the bodies of the maids and maids who were going in and out.
Ogiwara Trading Company, yes, it bears the name of a trading company, but it is actually the largest social organization in the Aigen area of the island nation. Its current leader is Nakayama Ichiro.
"The trash hasn't come yet?" Nakayama Ichiro took a sip of wine. He was slightly plump and sweating slightly under the bursts of heating in the room. When he said this, he couldn't help but look at the right side slightly.
A woman kneeling on her side.
"Everything has been arranged. Whether we can come or not is still a question." A cadre picked up the sake in his hand and drank it all in one gulp: "President, for such a waste, what are we waiting for? How about that woman? I think..."
As he said this, he laughed.
Ichiro Nakayama stopped immediately: "Don't I know? Are you the president or am I the president? Are you questioning this? Huh?"
"I don't dare, I don't dare." A thin layer of sweat appeared on the forehead of the cadre who spoke, and his posture was a bit stiff as he hugged the beautiful girl in kimono next to him.
Nakayama Ichiro ignored this cadre, and his eyes fell on a man in a black suit who walked in quickly.
"President," the visitor bowed at ninety degrees: "Here comes someone from the Han and Tang Dynasty forces in the Hengbin area." After that, he twisted his body and did not dare to get up until he received a positive reply.
"Yi Yi Tang?" Nakayama Ichiro's hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air, and his eyes turned colder little by little, with a playful look: "Yi Yi Tang is indeed not related to the Xiao family of the Han and Tang Dynasties.
Qian, we are all involved." As he spoke, he poured the wine in his hand into his mouth: "Let them come in."
Amidst the heavy rain and lightning, a woman wearing a dizono kimono took the lead and walked in front, followed by three people. The leader was a slightly short middle-aged man wearing a black suit with a bulging belly.
, looking a bit funny, he was followed by two young men in gray jackets on his left and right, each carrying a small rectangular box in both hands.
This group of people quickly arrived at the main hall. After the kimono woman nodded, she slowly backed away with her waist hunched over. The remaining three people, led by a short middle-aged man, knelt down and sat down.
"President Zhongshan, I'm sorry!" The middle-aged man saluted. He combed his back, and the hair on his forehead was already a little bald. It shone under the surrounding lights: "I, Hengbin, are in charge of Yitang. Mr. Sun Zhongyi, please also invite me.
Take good care of me."
"Mr. Sun," Nakayama Ichiro grinned. He took out a cigar and put it in his mouth. The kimono woman serving beside him quickly lit it. He took a sip and exhaled the smoke leisurely: "I don't know if Mr. Sun has come to Xianggen."
Ogiwara Trading Company, any advice?”
"I don't dare to give you advice," Sun Zhongyi leaned down again, with a smile on his face. He didn't look like the boss of a club at all, but was somewhat similar in temperament to the owners of Chinese restaurants that can be seen everywhere in the island country: "The thing is
So, I heard that the eldest lady and young master of the Xiao family in the Han and Tang dynasties had some misunderstandings with your company. Your company invited the eldest daughter of the Xiao family to come as a guest. What I mean is, can you give me some thin noodles? It’s late at night, so I can pick it up.
Miss, go back and rest."
The entire hall suddenly became quiet, with only the rumble of thunder remaining.
"Hahaha!" Ichiro Nakayama blew the cigar in his hand, and glanced at the woman kneeling in the sand formation in the courtyard. The smile on his face gradually deepened: "I understand," he patted his thigh, as if
He looked at the kimono woman beside him with great empathy: "Then what Mr. Sun means..."
Sun Zhongyi straightened his back, showed a smile, raised his right hand, linked his index and middle fingers, and hooked them forward.
Behind him, two young men wearing gray jackets immediately put their suitcases on the tatami. The suitcases opened, revealing a box full of neat banknotes, and they all pushed them forward.
"I came here in a bit of a hurry. This is 100 million island national currency. It means nothing, so please forgive me, President Zhongshan." Sun Zhongyi smiled.
Nakayama Ichiro narrowed his eyes. The money was not a lot, but compared to the value of the person to be dealt with, it was enough. He smiled and put the cigar on the ashtray: "Mr. Sun, this can be considered thoughtful."
"However, after all, this is our business, Ogiwara Trading Company. Mr. Sun, you are a Yokohama trader. No matter how wide your route is, you still can't get to Sanggen."
Sun Zhongyi's smile suddenly froze. He did not expect that even this price could not impress Nakayama Ichiro. Speaking of which, in the past, the value of the Xiao family's characters definitely exceeded this amount of money. But now, he does not believe that Nakayama Ichiro would not understand.
The price he offered was definitely in line with its value. So he smiled again: "They are all from neighbors, President Zhongshan, don't you show any restraint?"
"What if I say no?" Nakayama Ichiro took a puff of his cigar coldly, and the smoke from his mouth puffed out and slowly faded away.
"You!" Sun Zhongyi couldn't help but straighten up. He is not a person who likes to cause trouble. If the matter did not involve the Xiao family, he would never participate in this matter.
But at this moment, a sneer flashed across the corner of Nakayama Ichiro's mouth, and the young man on the left side behind Sun Zhongyi suddenly took action and slapped Sun Zhongyi hard on the back. He followed up with a backhand blow, knocking out another fellow traveler.
When the young man's throat was smashed and blood spurted out, he jumped up and respectfully retreated to Nakayama Ichiro's side.
Sun Zhongyi spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at the young man coldly: "Zhang Yan, I treat you well, how dare you rebel against me?"
"Mr. Sun," the young man named Zhang Yan said with a gloomy face, "The Xiao family is finished. Mr. Sun, you have to do your best, but don't drag a cousin into it, okay?"
"Very good, I guess I was mistaken," Sun Zhongyi wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth: "You are still a martial arts cultivator in the early Huang Realm. You are very good. I can't tolerate someone like you in my hall."
"A good bird just chooses a tree to roost in, Mr. Sun," Zhang Yan said with a faint smile. He bowed ninety degrees to Ichiro Nakayama: "President Zhongshan, everything has gone according to your original plan.
, I tampered with the car, I think that trash must have died on the way."
"Very good! You are indeed young and promising!" Nakayama Ichiro smiled and patted the waist of the beautiful woman beside him: "I am very satisfied with your loyalty."
"Then these people...and that woman..." Zhang Yan's eyes were shining. He had been planning for a palace for more than a day or two, and he finally waited for an opportunity like today.
Nakayama Ichiro waved his hand: "You handle it. Sooner or later you have to take your own responsibility, right?"
Zhang Yan's waist straightened instantly. Just as he was about to speak, a man in a black suit walked quickly outside. He ran to the door with a small step and bowed to ask for instructions: "President, then... that trash
arrive."
"Boom!" Silver snakes danced in the sky. The surroundings suddenly became silent again, and all the music, playing, singing, and talking disappeared completely.