Not long after, the sound of flushing came from the bathroom, followed by the roar of the hairdryer.
When he heard the sound of the hairdryer, a playful smile appeared on Jiang Chen's face.
It seemed that he guessed correctly.
However, he was still very curious about when exactly did she get wet.
Did it start from the moment she walked through the door, or did it start from the moment she struggled to hold onto her phone?
Perhaps she was the only one who knew the answer.
But Jiang Chen believed that one day he would hear it from her mouth.
As for now, of course, he wouldn't do anything to her.
There was a state banquet in the evening, and Jiang Chen didn't want to go to the banquet smelling like perfume. Since it was a training session, he was not in a hurry anyway. Anyway, he would stay in Yoto for a while, so it would be a side show for his trip to Yoto.
Admiring the righteous face that gradually became confused in the contradiction between resistance and pleasure, and began to doubt everything that she had always insisted on, and finally completely degenerated into a mess in front of him, it could be considered an interesting thing as well.
After all, if it was just to vent his desire, it would be too degrading for his current status. He believed that as long as he beckoned, the people who wanted to sleep with him could line up from Coro Island to Celestial City. It was rare to see someone like Miss Kwai who could persist for so long.
Although it was just his bad taste …
After coming out of the bathroom, Kwai's chest was heaving violently, and her face was covered with red clouds of shame and anger, as well as a hint of confusion. The shame was because of Jiang Chen's frivolity, and the confusion was because of the thing she had always believed in.
She believed that she was being forced, that she was resisting the "devil".
However, her body's reaction completely denied this.
She didn't know how to face Jiang Chen, and she didn't even know how to face herself like this …
"I will go to the New Otani Hotel in the evening. You can arrange this time yourself. Qian Xia will be here in a while. You can go back and get some clothes. After all, you are the tour guide sent by Nippon, so of course you have to live here during this time. "
After he finished this sentence, Jiang Chen glanced at Kwai, who was standing at the door of the bathroom with a flushed face. He deliberately didn't look at her expression, but just smiled and pointed to the sofa next to him. "Why are you standing there? Are you afraid of me? Or are you expecting me to do something to you? "
Just as Kwai washed and dried her underwear, in addition to calling the little maid Qian Xia who was studying in Yoto, he also received an email from Yerif. It could be seen that the Crown Prince was very concerned about his father's birthday gift. In less than two hours, he had already sent the order in a hurry.
Without paying attention to Miss Kwai, who sat far away from him, Jiang Chen sent the attachment in the email to Future Heavy Industries CEO Yang Guanglei's work email, and noted in the email that these two orders should be prioritized. Then Jiang Chen called Yerif back and asked him to send pilots to Ange Island as soon as possible for the space training.
Unlike traditional aircraft, the Aerospace G100 that could travel to and from geosynchronous orbit could obviously be classified as a space shuttle. The pilot naturally had to be an astronaut. Even veteran pilots with experience piloting multiple types of aircraft had to go to the Aerospace Training Center for further training.
Considering that Saudi Arabia was an important part of Celestial Trade's Middle East strategy, Jiang Chen did them a favor and waived the cost of pilot training as well as the cost of supporting maintenance equipment. If these were all converted into money, it would be worth at least half the price of a Gulfstream.
Jiang Chen sat there editing the email, and Kwai sat in the corner of the sofa without saying a word. The quiet atmosphere lasted in the room for a long time until someone knocked on the door and reminded Jiang Chen that it was time to leave.
…
The dinner was held at the New Otani Hotel in Yoto.
With only five minutes to go before the dinner began at six o 'clock, five black cars stopped at the entrance of the New Otani Hotel. After the cars stopped, a bodyguard stepped forward to open the door for Jiang Chen and respectfully stood to the side.
Foreign Minister Kishida, just like at the airport, extended his right hand from a distance. Behind him were some politicians and elites from various industries that Jiang Chen neither knew their names nor was interested in getting to know.
After some polite greetings, Kishida gestured to the door of the New Otani Hotel and enthusiastically invited Jiang Chen into the hotel.
Those who are unaccountably solicitous are hiding evil intentions.
Jiang Chen certainly didn't think that Mr. Kishida dared to do anything to him, but looking at his enthusiastic behavior, it was difficult not to suspect that he had some special intentions.
However, what surprised Jiang Chen was that from the moment he got off the plane until now, this guy didn't say anything except for some compliments. It was really not their style.
Maybe he plans to bring it up at the banquet?
Jiang Chen pondered in his mind.
The banquet hall was quite spacious. If the tables were removed, it wouldn't be crowded at all.
Almost as soon as Jiang Chen sat down, the banquet began.
There was a very strange thing in Nippon. That was, although Nippon had its own food culture, in diplomatic state banquets, they often used French cuisine, or at least improved French cuisine.
In the words of the Nippon people themselves: "Nippon's relatively closed cuisine, like Nippon culture, is difficult to change once an impression is formed, let alone be accepted by foreigners. Moreover, out of consideration for the safety of the diners, Japanese cuisine is generally not used in diplomatic occasions. "
In short, they were worried that foreign guests would have diarrhea after eating sashimi.
As the dining cars passed by one after another, the dishes on the table gradually became dazzling.
Sitting at the table, Jiang Chen didn't touch the tableware yet. He unexpectedly saw two acquaintances.
One was the head of the Mitsui Consortium, Mitsui Hiroto, and the other was the eldest son of the Sumitomo Consortium, Sumitomo Kenichi.
There was nothing much to say about the former. When the TT virus crisis broke out in Yoto and Tanaka was taken care of by Jiang Chen, Mitsui Hiroto promptly removed himself and his family from the identity of the behind-the-scenes financiers of the Kurofune and used a list in exchange for Jiang Chen's promise not to pursue the matter.
The two didn't have much interaction after that. At this moment, Mitsui Hiroto just smiled at Jiang Chen and didn't say anything more.
In contrast, Sumitomo Kenichi was much more enthusiastic.
As the representative who negotiated the power cooperation with Celestial Trade, he had now become the most prestigious rookie among the younger generation of the Sumitomo Consortium. After signing the submarine transmission cable contract with Celestial Trade, the Sumitomo Consortium flourished in Nippon. They were the actual controller of the third-largest power company in Nippon, and now they monopolized most of the energy market with ultra-low-cost electricity prices.
If nothing unexpected happened, the next candidate for the head of the family should be him.
And at this moment, the heir of the Sumitomo Consortium was trying to negotiate a new deal with Jiang Chen …
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