The elevator of the Huangting Hotel wasn't open to the public.
Gao Zhengyang found a receptionist at the front desk and told her that he was looking for Miyamoto Masaichi.
The receptionist girl at the front desk was good-looking. She was wearing a white shirt and overalls skirt. She also had a badge on her chest. She looked very capable. But she was surprised when she heard Gao Zhengyang's request.
It was obvious that Gao Zhengyang was an ordinary middle school student based on his age and the way he was dressed. Such a person, no matter what, had nothing to do with the Japanese VIP, Miyamoto Masakazu.
Gao Zhengyang seemed casual when he said Miyamoto Masaichi's name. It seemed that he was talking about a classmate of his. It was neither formal nor respectful.
Gao Zhengyang repeated, "I'm looking for Miyamoto Masaichi. Tell him that Gao Zhengyang wants to see him."
"Ah, ah …"
The receptionist picked up the phone but didn't dare to call the presidential suite. Instead, she called the manager on duty.
She lowered her voice and said, "Manager, someone wants to see Mr. Miyamoto Masaichi."
"Who is it?" the manager asked.
"A middle school student," the receptionist said awkwardly.
"What?"
The manager thought he had misheard, but he soon realized something. "Don't worry. I'll be right there."
The manager hurried over from the office on the first floor. He saw Gao Zhengyang from a distance. His face darkened.
What a joke! A middle school student without a chaperone was not qualified to see Miyamoto Masaichi.
The manager suppressed his displeasure and asked, "Sir, are you the one who wants to see Mr. Miyamoto Masaichi?"
"No."
Gao Zhengyang denied it. The girl at the front desk had a bitter look on her face. She looked at Gao Zhengyang in disbelief. This young man was here to play with her!
Before the receptionist could say anything, Gao Zhengyang added, "Let me correct you. Miyamoto Masaichi is not qualified to see me. I'm just here to have a word with him. "
The lobby manager was very unhappy. What was wrong with this young man? This was a five-star hotel, not his house. He didn't care what he said.
He said with a straight face, "I'm sorry. Mr. Miyamoto Masaichi told me not to see any guests. Please go back. "
Gao Zhengyang said, "Don't do anything about Miyamoto Masaichi. Just call him and ask. The rest is none of your business. "
The lobby manager refused very seriously, "I'm sorry, we can't harass the VIPs for you."
"You're a little annoying."
Gao Zhengyang was a little impatient. "Although it's a job responsibility, I'm not happy that you're protecting your own father."
The lobby manager was also angry. He treated Miyamoto Masaichi as his own father in his heart, but when it was said to his face, he felt a little embarrassed.
The Federation and Dongying had not gotten along very well in the past hundred years. As a citizen of the Federation, he felt that it was a little embarrassing to kneel down and lick the Japanese's boots.
The lobby manager warned with a gloomy face, "You'd better leave by yourself. Otherwise, I'm going to call security to escort you out. "
Gao Zhengyang looked into the manager's eyes and said, "If you do that, you will definitely regret it."
The lobby manager was very angry at first, but when Gao Zhengyang's sharp eyes swept over him, he somehow felt guilty and cold sweat appeared in his palms.
Without thinking, he said to the girl at the front desk, "Call Mr. Miyamoto and ask him."
The girl at the front desk was very surprised. The lobby manager was a big man, but he was scared by a child's words. It was a little ridiculous. But could it be that he recognized the true identity of the young man?
No matter what the girl thought, she would not disobey the lobby manager's order.
The call was quickly connected, and a greeting in Japanese came from the other side.
The girl didn't speak Japanese, so she explained the situation in English.
Hearing the name Gao Zhengyang, the person on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment. Then, the person asked in standard Mandarin, "Excuse me, is the visitor a young man of 17 or 18 years old?"
"Yes, he said his name is Gao Zhengyang, and he wants to see Mr. Miyamoto."
The girl at the front desk was even more surprised. It seemed that the person really knew who Gao Zhengyang was. Moreover, his attitude was obviously a little more solemn.
The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a while, then said, "Mr. Gao Zhengyang, please come up."
The girl felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She had finally managed to resolve this matter. The lobby manager was also very surprised when he saw the girl's expression. However, he still showed a doubtful expression.
"Mr. Miyamoto is asking Mr. Gao to come up," the girl hurriedly replied.
The lobby manager's face was very ugly. He thought about it and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I was too polite just now."
Gao Zhengyang waved his finger, signaling the lobby manager to move aside. He was not interested in talking.
The lobby manager was very tactful, so he nodded and bowed, then gestured for Gao Zhengyang to go to the elevator.
The girl at the front desk also put down her work and quickly ran to the front to open the elevator.
When the elevator door opened, Xu Xu and Zheng Zi walked out.
Xu Xu stood in front of Gao Zhengyang and asked, "What are you doing?"
Gao Zhengyang asked back, "What do you think I'm doing?"
Xu Xu said sternly, "Gao Zhengyang, this is a society ruled by law, don't be reckless."
"I just want to see Miyamoto Shoichi, what's the problem?"
Gao Zhengyang walked around Xu Xu and said before entering the elevator, "Officer, you're thinking too much."
Xu Xu wanted to stop Gao Zhengyang, but since Gao Zhengyang refused to listen, she could not stop him.
She turned around and saw the elevator door slowly closing. Suddenly, she had an idea and reached out to block the elevator door.
Sensing that there was an object blocking the door, the closed elevator door opened again.
Xu Xu walked into the elevator and said to Gao Zhengyang, "I'll go and see him often, you don't mind, right?"
Zheng Zi followed him into the elevator. She did not say anything, but her face was full of objections. However, it was obvious that her thoughts were ignored.
Gao Zhengyang said indifferently, "Up to you."
The girl at the front desk was very confused. She looked at the three of them and did not get any clear objections, so she swiped her card and opened the elevator.
When they reached the elevator on the top floor, the door slowly opened.
On both sides of the elevator door, there were already two rows of burly men in black suits. The group of people had cold expressions, like gangsters in movies. Qi Guofeng, who was wearing a white suit, stood in the middle and was quite eye-catching.
The girl at the front desk felt her legs turn to jelly when she was sized up by the group of burly men.
Although Xu Xu and Zheng Zi were not afraid, their bodies were obviously tensed up.
Gao Zhengyang was the only one who was not affected, even though the other party's eyes were on him.
Qi Guofeng had seen Gao Zhengyang in photos many times, but this was his first time seeing him in person.
Indeed, he had a special temperament that could not be reflected in photos. Qi Guofeng had seen all kinds of people in his life, but he had never seen someone like Gao Zhengyang.
However, he could not clearly describe his feelings towards Gao Zhengyang. He only felt that the other party's eyes were sharp and arrogant, and there was a kind of arrogance that ignored everything.
In fact, Gao Zhengyang did not pay attention to him at all, his eyes just swept past him. This kind of disregard made Qi Guofeng feel very humiliated.
Qi Guofeng said, "You're Gao Zhengyang?"
Gao Zhengyang ignored Qi Guofeng's question and said disdainfully, "I'm here to see your master, don't steal my lines. Lead the way. "
Qi Guofeng was angry, but he hesitated for a moment and did not dare to say anything. Gao Zhengyang was right, Miyamoto Shoichi was still waiting inside, so it was not appropriate for him to do anything here.
There were also two female police officers watching, so he could not do anything even if he wanted to.
Qi Guofeng reached out and stopped Gao Zhengyang. "Miyamoto only said that he wanted to see you, did he agree to see the two of them?"
"They're not with me."
Gao Zhengyang pushed Qi Guofeng's arm away and strode inside.
Qi Guofeng was even more furious, he wanted to shoot Gao Zhengyang. In the end, he did not dare to say anything, so he could only stop Xu Xu and Zheng Zi. "I'm sorry, Miyamoto Shoichi doesn't want to see the police."
Xu Xu and Zheng Zi did not have permission, so of course, they could not force their way in. However, Xu Xu did not want to give up, so she said to Qi Guofeng, "Why don't you calm Miyamoto down, maybe he wants to see me too."
Qi Guofeng thought for a moment, then asked for permission through the wireless call. To his surprise, Miyamoto was willing to see Xu Xu.
Just like that, Xu Xu followed Gao Zhengyang through the long corridor and arrived in front of the presidential suite.
Two women in traditional Japanese kimonos opened the door from the inside. After they went through the security check, they led Gao Zhengyang and Xu Xu into the hall.
Miyamoto Shoichi sat upright on the luxurious western-style sofa. He was wearing a traditional Japanese samurai suit, and his katana was placed on the shelf on the coffee table.
His solemn expression made it seem like he was waiting for a duel.
Xu Xu was stunned as soon as she entered. She instinctively wanted to reach for her gun, but she remembered that she did not have a gun when she came. If she had a gun, she would not have been able to enter.
Miyamoto Shoichi did not look at the two of them. He caressed the scabbard and said, "This sword is called Onimaru, it's a famous sword that can kill all ghosts and gods in our country. Of course, this one is a replica. "
Miyamoto Shoichi picked up the sword as he spoke. Then, a cold gleam of the sword reflected in Xu Xu's eyes.
When Xu Xu looked again, the katana had already been sheathed. The gleam of the sword earlier was like an illusion.
However, the thick solid wood coffee table in front of Miyamoto Shoichi suddenly broke in the middle.
Xu Xu could not help but scream.
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