But in terms of gender, they were all male pigs.
Feng Xinglang was surprised. How could a man like Yan Bang in this day and age? According to common sense, shouldn't she like fair, tender, and beautiful men like Bai Mo? Yan Bang was an idiot … How could someone like him?
Miyamoto kept glancing at Yan Bang; he probably wasn't paying attention to Nina's explanation of GK Ventures.
Obviously, Yan Bang didn't notice Miyamoto's strange gaze. He was playing with the gold lighter in his hand to kill time; he glanced at Feng Xinglang from time to time.
"Sir, you are …"
Miyamoto couldn't help but interrupt Nina's explanation. He pointed at Yan Bang and asked Feng Xinglang.
"My bodyguard," Feng Xinglang said casually.
Yan Bang didn't want to talk to him; he just smiled politely at Miyamoto as a form of greeting.
He looked more like a boss than Feng Xinglang. If Feng Xinglang didn't need this shorty's help, Yan Bang wouldn't even bother to smile.
"Oh … he's very strong." Gong Wenwen Tuo adjusted the glasses on his cheek.
"…" Feng Xinglang's lips twitched; he had a strange feeling.
The conversation went well; it was obvious that Miyamoto was a smart and cautious investor. He told Nina that his team still needed to do some investigation work.
"Mr. Feng, do you have time to have dinner with us tonight?" Miyamoto was quite enthusiastic.
"I'm not! We have other things to do! "
Yan Bang was the one who answered. The "other things" he was talking about were going to eat 5A Kobe beef with Feng Xinglang; he didn't want anyone else to interfere.
"I'm free! Thank you, Mr. Miyamoto, for your hospitality. "
Feng Xinglang took over. How could he miss such a good thing that could elevate the intention of cooperation?
"Can this gentleman join us?" Miyamoto looked at Yan Bang.
"Of course!"
Of course, Yan Bang wouldn't let Feng Xinglang go alone. He always felt that the merchants in this tiny place were too f * cking calculating. Moreover, Feng Xinglang was so handsome. If this shorty had any improper thoughts about him, it would be dangerous.
In short, from Yan Bang's point of view, this was an abnormal tiny country!
"Then I'll see you tonight!"
Walking out of Miyamoto's private residence, Nina had a troubled look on her face.
"CEO Feng, why do I feel like Miyamoto has other motives? It feels like he's deliberately delaying our time in Tokyo. "
Nina voiced out her doubts. "Is he thinking that he'll send someone to investigate GK while we're not here?"
"With Miyamoto's prestige in the Japanese investment industry, it is reasonable for him to do some investigations."
Feng Xinglang responded indifferently.
"I don't think this shorty has any good intentions towards you! His small, shifty eyes made me want to beat him up! "
Yan Bang would never have thought that Gong Ben Xiang would be the one with the bad intentions!
…
At night, Nina didn't go to the banquet. Instead, she stayed in the hotel to accompany Little Wushang.
Although Yan Bang had a nanny with him, Nina still didn't want her child to be taken care of by someone else. Moreover, with Miyamoto's cautiousness, he probably wouldn't have any substantial investment intentions tonight.
With Yan Bang accompanying Feng Xinglang to the banquet, both of them were fine!
Feng Xinglang was wearing a suit from the day, but he let Yan Bang shower and change his clothes.
"When you see Miyamoto later, be polite to me! Since you're only my bodyguard, you have to act like one! "
Feng Xinglang warned him sternly. "Don't act more like a f * cking boss than I do, understand?"
"You, Feng Xinglang, are my boss! Boss! Boss from my previous life, boss from this life … I hope I can be your son in my next life! You'll spoil me for the rest of my life! "
"…" What a weird hobby! How could someone want to be someone else's son!
"Miyamoto's investment is very important to GK. Don't offend him with your mouth!"
"As long as he's polite to you, I'll be polite to him too! Got it! "
Yan Bang was quite obedient. Shuttling back and forth with Feng Xinglang in Tokyo's unpredictable and colorful night scene was quite intoxicating.
"Bang, have you ever had a woman you liked?"
Feng Xinglang asked abruptly. "When I was young, I guess! For example, someone I dated or fell in love with. "
"Don't you know if I've ever liked a woman?"
Yan Bang tilted his head and stared deeply into Feng Xinglang's eyes.
"You've slept with … at least some women, right?"
Feng Xinglang glanced out the window at the colorful and mysterious Tokyo night that was illuminated by the neon lights.
Yan Bang silently stared at Feng Xinglang's almost perfect side profile. "How much did I owe you in my previous life … that's why I'm suppressing myself so much in this life!"
"…" The corners of Feng Xinglang's lips curled up slightly. "Okay, read more when you have time. Strive to be a person with dreams, ambitions, and contributions to society!"
The topic changed so quickly …
Miyamoto's private residence was mysterious and quiet in the midst of chaos.
Feng Xinglang didn't like the lifestyle of the Japanese. Kneeling and squatting was really uncomfortable. Moreover, those houses were almost all low-rise, which made him feel depressed just by looking at them.
However, the scenery of this private residence was exquisite to the point of perfection.
"Two distinguished guests, please come in."
Miyamoto changed into a set of home kimono to welcome Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang, which made him look even shorter. However, he lacked the shrewdness of a businessman and had more of a gentle attitude.
Fortunately, he didn't ask them to kneel while eating, probably taking into consideration Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang's habits.
The dinner was quite sumptuous, and there was a lot of variety. However, the quantity was a little small. Every bowl and plate was only enough for Yan Bang to take a bite.
There were only a few slices of salmon sashimi, a few slices of Kobe beef, and some seafood such as roasted fish. Then, there were some sushi rolls and the like.
"This is my homemade rice wine. I hope the two of you can do me the honor of tasting it."
Miyamoto asked the female artist kneeling at the side to take out three jars of rice wine and brought them to Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang.
Homemade rice wine? He was really in the mood for that!
Feng Xinglang was about to pick up the bowl of rice wine that the female artist poured for him, but Yan Bang snatched it away.
"Mr. Feng is allergic to alcohol. He doesn't drink a single drop. I'll toast Mr. Miyamoto on his behalf! "
"Good, good, good. I'll have to trouble Mr. Yan to taste it on my behalf!"
Feng Xinglang originally thought that Miyamoto Bunta would be angry, but he didn't expect him to be even happier.
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