"President, you've been rubbing your palms the entire way. I have to suspect that you're actually planning to kill that Japanese."
West looked at Chen Zhao's spirited expression. He was very doubtful that he'd managed to invite Dongye Tianxi.
Maybe it wasn't a good decision …
Should I call him now and make an appointment with Dongye Tianxi another day?
Chen Zhao's idea was simple. Since it was a date, he'd talk.
But if he heard anything unpleasant, he'd beat him up so badly that even his mother wouldn't recognize him.
Dongye Tianxi lived in an apartment building.
When Chen Zhao and West arrived at Dongye Tianxi's house, they realized that Dongye Tianxi wasn't alone.
His wife and daughter were there too. The house was decorated like the families in the Japanese movies Chen Zhao had seen.
There was even a painting with the word "Endure" on the wall.
Dongye Tianxi wasn't tall, and he was bald.
Because he was at home, he wore a kimono.
Standing beside Dongye Tianxi was his wife, Riko Oikawa.
"Hello, Mr. West. This is?"
"This is the president of our association, Chen."
"Hello, Chen-san, are you from China?"
"Yes." Chen Zhao didn't know Japanese.
Chen Zhao didn't speak Japanese, but he knew that "san" was a more formal form of address in Japanese.
At the same time, it also represented intimacy.
Dongye Tianxi brought Chen Zhao and West to the coffee table in the study. Riko Okinawa poured tea for them thoughtfully.
It could be seen that Riko Daichi was a very virtuous woman, and she was also relatively traditional.
"Okinawa, you can leave first."
"Chen-san, this is Longjing tea from Hangzhou, China. Please have a taste."
Chen Zhao took a sip and said indifferently, "Mr. Dongye, have you heard of a cow chewing on a peony?"
"Chen-san, you seem to be very hostile toward me."
"Since you know that I'm Chinese, then you should also know that not every Chinese like Japanese, especially some of the Japanese political concepts that are difficult to agree with."
"Chen-san, I understand what you mean. I can't change the thoughts of the people or the government. I can only represent myself and apologize for what the Japanese did in the past."
What Chen Zhao wanted was an attitude. However, Dongye Tianxi's second sentence made Chen Zhao unhappy.
"Does Chen-sang use a sword?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"You have Sword Qi on you." "But I think China's Double-edged Sword has a big gap with the Japanese katana in terms of practicality and durability," said Higashino Tenxi. "If Chen-san is interested in trying the Japanese katana, he will like the feeling of it."
Chen Zhao did not know why Dongye Tianxi was telling him this.
But as a Chinese, he had to protect his country first.
"Then what makes Mr. Higashino say that?"
"Because I'm an expert. In terms of the shape and physical lines of the sword, the Japanese sword is superior to China's double-edged sword."
"Since you're an expert, why are you arguing with a non-expert?"
Chen Zhao really wanted to retort with his actions, but he wasn't an expert.
"I'm also saying this based on my professionalism. If there's a possibility of cooperation in the future, I won't make inferior weapons."
No matter what, Chen Zhao was very unhappy.
"You said Japanese swords are durable, right?"
"That's right."
"Good. Do you have your work at home?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Of course."
"Can I take a look?"
"Of course." Dongye Tianxi was clearly very confident in the weapons he'd made.
He took out a Japanese sword from the cabinet on the bookshelf. The scabbard of this Japanese sword was very exquisite. It was wrapped in a wooden scabbard made of python skin, and the handle was wrapped in white silk. There was also a ribbon left over.
"Chen-sang, please take a look."
Chen Zhao gently pulled out the scabbard. The blade hummed softly.
Chen Zhao did not know if the sword was good or bad, but his intuition told him that it was indeed very sharp.
"Mr. Higashino, can I try the durability you mentioned?"
"Of course. Chen-sang, go ahead."
Chen Zhao's right hand was already filled with magic. His left hand held the handle.
Next, Chen Zhao exerted force.
Crack —
The blade of the Japanese katana was broken.
With a smile, Chen Zhao placed the broken katana on the coffee table.
"Sorry, I accidentally used too much force."
Dongye Tianxi's expression immediately turned livid. His face was bright red.
"But I don't think Japanese swords are that durable. Of course, it's also possible that Mr. Higashino's sword isn't as good as you think."
Chen Zhao directly questioned Dongye Tianxi's skills. For a swordsmith, this was the greatest humiliation.
"Sorry, Chen-sang, I think you've misunderstood. This sword is indeed not of high quality. Please wait a moment."
The Japanese man was very proud. He would not allow others to question his skills.
This was something he'd persisted in for decades. He could not let anyone question him.
Dongye Tianxi stood up again and hurried out of the study.
A few minutes later, Dongye Tianxi returned with a Japanese sword in both hands.
"I forged this sword when I was forty-five years old. It's called Skyfall. Please take a look, Mr. Chen."
Chen Zhao took the Japanese katana called Skysoar.
"Can I continue?"
"Of course."
"This sword is Mr. Higashino's best skill?"
"It's made from ordinary materials. It's not the best sword, but it does contain my best skill."
Chen Zhao held the sword in his left hand. This time, he did not use it to bend it. Instead, he chopped at his right arm.
"Ah …" Dongye Tianxi was shocked and wanted to stop him.
But it was too late. Chen Zhao had already chopped down.
Clang —
A corner of the blade was missing, but Chen Zhao's arm was undamaged.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Higashino. It seems that you're not the person our association needs." Chen Zhao stood up. "A weapon that can easily break even myself can't satisfy my needs."
Chen Zhao's words were rather polite, but he had actually insulted Dongye Tianxi to the core.
Chen Zhao was still very happy. He'd insulted the Japanese man.
He'd dealt a heavy blow to Dongye Tianxi's most proud profession.
West could only stand up and look at Chen Zhao helplessly.
His gaze seemed to be saying, "Why do you have to do this?"
From beginning to end, West hadn't said anything.
He could tell that Chen Zhao's stubbornness had surfaced.
He also blamed Dongye Tianxi for making things difficult for Chen Zhao.
If he hadn't said that Chinese swords were inferior to Japanese swords, things wouldn't have gotten so unpleasant.
"Wait … Chen-san."
"Is there anything else?"
"Chen-san, I hope you can give me a chance. I'll definitely make a weapon that satisfies your needs."
"Sorry, I don't need a Japanese sword. I want a double-edged sword from China."
"Chen-san, what's wrong with a Japanese sword?"
"Can you make a Japanese sword that won't bend?"
"Can't China swords be bent by Chen-san?"
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