"Zhong-kun, your face looks a bit ugly."
Dongchuan City, a high-class Japanese restaurant. In the middle of the restaurant, there was a small bamboo garden, and in the bamboo garden, there were several Japanese style rooms for distinguished guests.
In one of the rooms, Zhong Liangguo was sitting inside, drinking sake with a sad face. Kneeling in front of him was a Japanese man with a white upper body and black lower body, wearing a kimono with a mustache.
Beside them, there was a woman wearing a Japanese kimono, wearing a geisha makeup, who gracefully poured sake for the two of them.
Outside, there was a small pond. On top of the pond, there was a bamboo tube, which swayed with the water, making a crisp sound.
The one who asked the question was the Japanese man. His face seemed to show a sense of concern, but the depths of his eyes were cold.
"Mr. Yamamoto …." Zhong Liangguo was depressed, swallowing cup after cup of sake. "It's all business. If I say it, I'm afraid Mr. Yamamoto will laugh at me."
"Zhong-kun is too polite." Yamamoto said and waved his hand. The geisha next to him immediately bowed and retreated.
"We are all friends, don't say such polite words." Yamamoto personally got up and filled Zhong Liangguo's cup of sake. Zhong Liangguo was flattered. He held the cup with both hands and repeatedly thanked him.
"Mr. Yamamoto, you are really a good person." Zhong Liangguo spoke very respectfully. He also got up and filled the cup of sake for the Japanese, "You take care of such a big business in Japan, and you are also responsible for the Black Dragon Society. You are so busy, but you still care about my business. I can't bear to say it. "
"Zhong-kun, don't be polite to a friend. You have helped us do so many things, and the price of the arms is also very fair. If something happens to you, how can I, Yamamoto Michio, turn a blind eye! "
"Very well, since Mr. Yamamoto is so loyal, I will not hide it." Zhong Liangguo picked up the small wine cup and drank the sake inside.
"Good wine!" Zhong Liangguo was not used to drinking it, but he still praised.
"It's good that Zhong-kun likes it." Yamamoto Michio pinched his mustache and proudly said, "This is the 'True Spirit Wine' I brought back from China. Ordinary people can't drink this kind of wine. Zhong-kun is my friend, so you are lucky to drink this wine. "
"It's my honor! It's an honor! "Zhong Liangguo said quickly.
"Mr. Zhong, let's get back to business. Let's not talk about wine. Let's talk about you first."
"It's a long story …" Zhong Liangguo sighed, "Mr. Yamamoto, you also know that my Zhong family is in the arms business. But in our Dongchuan City, even in the entire North, there is a tyrant, and that is Liao Family's enterprise, Dafa Group. Now, they are also eyeing the arms trade. They will definitely try to squeeze me out. The Liao Family was a big family, so they could afford to play around. But Mr. Yamamoto, if you do business with them, the cost will definitely increase a lot. Because they will try their best to monopolize this business so that you won't be able to find a second one other than them. "
"There's actually such a domineering person." The expression in Yamamoto Michio's eyes changed as he muttered. "Then, Lord Zhong, don't you have any countermeasures?"
"Yes! Of course! "Zhong Liangguo immediately said," This Liao Family has a precious daughter called Liao Shasha. She was originally my fiancée, but she disliked us for being poor and broke off the engagement. As long as I can control this Liao Shasha, I can control the entire Zhong Family! "
"Then why don't Lord Zhong try it?" Yamamoto Michio casually said and filled Zhong Liangguo's cup with wine.
"Alas, of course I will try." Zhong Liangguo was dejected, completely without the elegance of a rich young master. "Whether it's the men I sent or the cultivators I invited at a high price, all of them were defeated by Liao Shasha's bodyguard. Damn, what cultivator, I think he's just a Jianghu swindler. "
"Hehe, cultivators are just a joke." Yamamoto Michio sneered, "Lord Zhong, you are a senior intellectual who has returned from overseas, but you still believe in these things. This is simply not right."
"Yes, Mr. Yamamoto is right."
"Lord Zhong, do you know that what you cultivators have learned is just a superficial knowledge of our country's Yin-Yang technique. Relying on this superficial knowledge, how can you be called a cultivator? " Yamamoto Michio pinched his beard and continued, "This time I was fooled, it can be considered as a lesson to Lord Zhong. But since we are friends, I am willing to help Lord Zhong solve this problem. "
"Mr. Yamamoto, are you willing to help me?" Hearing this, Zhong Liangguo immediately became excited, like a poisonous snake waking up in spring, his eyes flashed with an ominous light. Who was this Yamamoto Michio, the hall master of the Japanese Black Dragon Association. He had a lot of capable people under him. If he had Mr. Yamamoto's help, dealing with the Liao Family would be a piece of cake.
"Don't tell me Lord Zhong doesn't believe me?" Yamamoto sat very straight, like a tombstone, and asked with dissatisfaction.
"No, no, Mr. Yamamoto misunderstood. I just feel that Mr. Yamamoto is so busy, but you still have to take the time to help me, I feel sorry. "
"Lord Zhong is too polite!" Yamamoto Michio drank the wine in his cup and said with a smile, "In terms of business, you are my partner. In terms of personal, Lord Zhong is my friend. In terms of public and private, I will help you with this favor. "
"Oh, thank you so much!" Zhong Liangguo quickly got up and filled Yamamoto Michio's cup with wine, "With Mr. Yamamoto's help, there is no need to worry about failure!"
"Lord Zhong, rest assured, when I came here, I brought a few Genin with me. Although these Genin's skill is average, dealing with your cultivators is a piece of cake. Now I will give them to Lord Zhong, I hope to hear good news from Lord Zhong. "
"That's right, that's right! Come, Mr. Yamamoto, I, Zhong Liangguo, offer you a toast! "
Zhong Liangguo was so excited that the hand holding the cup was trembling.
Yamamoto Michio accompanied him to drink the wine, but his eyes flashed a strong disdain. Humph, Chinese people only know how to fight among themselves. When you catch Liao Shasha, my Genin will kill you first. At that time, Zhong Family and Liao Family will be the assets of my Great Japanese Empire!
On the surface, Yamamoto Michio still had a friendly smile on his face. The two people drank a few more cups. Seeing that Zhong Liangguo was a little drunk, Yamamoto Michio said.
"Lord Zhong, have a good rest here, I still have something to do, I have to leave for a while."
With that, he waved his hand, and the geisha immediately came out from behind the door and sat in Zhong Liangguo's arms.
"I won't delay Lord Zhong's good time, slowly taste, see you next time."
"Good, good, Mr. Yamamoto Michio go busy …"
As Yamamoto Michio walked out of the room and closed the door, the sound of a hazy spring breath immediately came from the room.
He sneered, his body was full of murderous intent.
"Chiyo." He stood at the door and softly called.
"Mr. Yamamoto!" With a swish, a figure covered in a dark blue ninja uniform suddenly appeared behind him.
"Chiyo, I'll leave this Chinese to you. You help him complete a task, try to cooperate with him. "
"Yes …" Although this Ninja bound her chest, it was still difficult to completely cover it. Her chest was still sticking out, coupled with her clear voice, it completely exposed her gender.
"After the task is completed, kill him, don't leave any traces."
"Yes!"
"That's right, Chiyo …" Yamamoto Michio looked down at the female Ninja kneeling behind him, although his face was filled with the love of an elder for a junior, but in the depth of his eyes floated some evil, "Are you still angry because I brought you to China?"
"Chiyo doesn't dare!" The female Ninja just coldly replied, there was no emotion in her voice.
"I know, you say you don't care, but you still have some emotions in your heart."
Yamamoto Michio amiably said, "As the next head of the Gozen clan, you must come to China once. You must know, this country should belong to our Great Japanese Empire. You must understand this country, the Chinese people's deep-rooted bad habits. You must understand their weakness, and then, you can take back our territory from the Chinese people! "
"Yes!" Chiyo still jumped out word by word.
"Chiyo …" Yamamoto Michio was like a kind uncle, concerned about his niece, and asked, "Are you used to coming to China? Do you miss your grandfather, the head of the Gozen clan?"
"Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto, for your concern, Chiyo is very used to here." Although the voice was pleasant to hear, the words were so cold. It was as if the one standing in front of her was not Chiyo's elder, but her enemy.
"Chiyo, this time's task, you must complete it well." Yamamoto Michio stretched out his hand, and actually patted the female Ninja's head, completely displaying his kind elder appearance, "The head of the Gozen clan specifically told me to take good care of you. This task is very important, if you do well, you will be qualified to go to the Ninja Village for training. "
"Yes!" Chiyo's tone was calm, and lightly replied.
"By the way, Chiyo, coming to China, you haven't tasted the cuisine here yet. The food cooked by the Chinese people is not bad, tonight, accompany uncle to drink two cups. "
"Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto, for your concern." Chiyo's eyes hidden in the black cloth revealed a trace of hatred, and said, "Chiyo still has to train, I can't accompany Mr. Yamamoto, I hope you forgive me."
"Don't make yourself too tired." Yamamoto Michio pinched his mustache and said, "You need to rest properly. If your body is tired, I won't be able to explain it to the head of the Gozen clan. "
"Constant training, this is to hone the will of a ninja!" Chiyo was still indifferent, which made Yamamoto Michio finally couldn't help but be a little angry.
"Well, you can go, don't forget the task!" The kindness on Yamamoto Michio's face faded, and his face was as long as Changbai Mountain.
"Yes!"
The female Ninja named Chiyo replied, nodded, and then turned into a shadow, disappearing into the distance.
The bamboo forest swayed gently in the wind, and the bamboo tube on the pool next to it was still making a soft "ka ka" sound. In the room, there was a woman's moan and a man's low roar.
"Humph, Chiyo … You can't escape from my palm!" Yamamoto Michio sneered, his eyes became cold, and he slowly walked out of the bamboo hut.
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