I have ten trillion licking dog gold

People who like to read Japanese comics will definitely be familiar with this term.

Celestial Dragons.

Looking at the street under martial law in front of him, Jiang Chen, who was sitting in the car, felt like he saw art reflected in reality.

parking.

Check documents.

Fortunately, I have a "pass".

After taking out the appointment form given by Cao Jinse, the plainclothes guards let him go.

Of course, the Tianlong nobles would not stay in the hotel. The car drove through the closed street and stopped in front of a set of exquisitely designed villas.

I don’t know if it is provided by the Japanese government or it is private property.

"Just wait for me in the car."

Duanmu Liuli was driving.

There was no need to take her in to discuss business, it was better to stay in the car and feel comfortable.

“I feel bored and scroll through my phone,”

The feature-lacking little genius watch is finally out.

After muttering something, Jiang Chen opened the door and got out of the car, walking towards the other courtyard where the common people stopped.

The people who control traffic in the outer area are Japanese, but when they get to the inner area, they are replaced by tall white people.

Seeing the person raising his hand to signal him, Jiang Chen stopped cooperating and allowed the person to conduct routine inspections.

No weapons.

successfully passed.

The two white men stepped back, and Jiang Chen stepped into the gate of the other courtyard.

"Follow me."

You still need to find a place in Shiyao Shrine, the holy land of Japan's state religion, but here you don't need to wander around. Under the leadership of a black man, Jiang Chen came to a bright living room.

"wait-a-moment."

"Ok."

Boss Jiang is definitely not an impatient person, and besides taking the initiative to come to the door, one must have the necessary awareness.

He sat patiently and waited.

It doesn't matter if you wait for a while, but what is embarrassing is that there are no basic hospitality items such as tea, water and peanuts, which is really rude.

But maybe it’s because Westerners don’t understand Eastern hospitality?

Of course, Boss Jiang didn't care about this little detail and sat calmly.

three minutes.

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

Most people would probably be unable to sit still, but Boss Jiang was very determined and rested with his eyes closed, without any change in his mentality.

until half an hour.

There was movement outside.

It's footsteps.

Someone walked in.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes and turned his head.

What he saw was a man, handsome and handsome, but that was not the key.

It was obvious that the person who came in was not the target.

But Jiang Chen was not disappointed, because when he heard the sound just now, he felt that it was not a woman's footsteps.

Finding someone else in the living room, the handsome guy who walked in seemed a little surprised. He subconsciously looked at Jiang Chen for a moment, then nodded politely and smiled.

Jiang Chen also showed his grace and smiled slightly.

The other party found a place to sit down, and happened to sit opposite Jiang Chen.

black hair.

Black eyes.

Not white.

of course.

Definitely not from China.

Not surprisingly, nine out of ten people are Japanese.

"Hello, what do you call me?"

The other party took the initiative to strike up a conversation, spoke English, and was friendly and kind.

"Jiang Chen."

Boss Jiang introduced himself in an extremely simple manner, and then politely asked, "What's your surname?"

Anyone who can enter this courtyard is not an ordinary person.

Get to know more friends and have more paths.

"Fujiwara Takuno."

The other party said his name very easily.

Jiang Chen remained calm.

Fujiwara Takuno.

Fujiwara.

In Japan, there should not be many people with this surname, and even fewer can enter this courtyard. Jiang Chen paid attention to the other person's eyebrows.

I don’t know if it’s due to psychological factors, but it seems to be very similar to a certain scourge-level beauty.

Jiang Chen kept smiling and calmed down.

Seeing him like this, the other party also did the same and did not continue to talk.

Not everyone likes to communicate with strangers.

Communication between the two parties was limited to exchanging names and then ceased.

Then more than twenty minutes passed.

Still waiting for a lonely time.

Fujiwara Takuno raised his wrist to look at his watch. It was neither a Patek Philippe nor a Vacheron Constantin. It was very ordinary.

"Mr. Jiang, how long have you been waiting here?"

he asked after looking at his watch.

"Almost an hour."

Jiang Chen told the truth.

"Didn't anyone tell you how long you had to wait?"

The other party continued to ask.

Jiang Chen shook his head.

"Ok."

Fujiwara Takuno, who had a special last name, sighed and continued to wait patiently.

As a result, the wait lasted more than half an hour.

at last.

Someone walked in.

Unfortunately, it is still not the figure that everyone at Haneda International Airport looks up to like a god.

"I'm sorry, you two, I don't have time today, please come back."

No time.

Did you wait so long to say you don't have time?

Why did you go early?

Most people would probably get up in arms and scold him, but maybe it's because the black man's physique is too burly and his face is too tough. Neither Jiang Chen nor Fujiwara Takuno across from him expressed dissatisfaction.

"Since Miss Cynthia doesn't have time, come back another day."

Take a look.

What is magnanimity?

Fujiwara Takuno stood up, not paying attention at all, as if the nearly an hour wasted was worthless.

Of course, in comparison, Boss Jiang was even worse and had to wait a long time. In fact, it's okay to wait in vain. Give a proper reason and everyone is not unreasonable.

What does "no time" mean?

"Mr. Jiang, are you leaving?"

Fujiwara Takuno turned his head.

"Then come back another day."

No tantrums.

Boss Jiang focuses on being reasonable.

The two people, who were suffering from the same illness, walked out together.

"Miss Cynthia has a lot of things to deal with when she comes to Japan this time, which is understandable."

Fujiwara Takuno actually took the initiative to make excuses for him.

Self pua?

Jiang Chen felt ashamed and said nothing.

Walk out of the courtyard.

The road won’t be the same again next time.

"Mr. Jiang, nice to meet you."

We were in the living room just now, the distance was too far and it was inconvenient. Now standing at the door of the courtyard, Fujiwara Takuno stretched out his hand.

and.

Used authentic Chinese.

"Mr. Fujiwara's pronunciation is very standard."

Jiang Chen raised his hand.

The other party smiled and said, "My sister is very proficient in Chinese culture. I learned it from her."

Jiang Chen looked normal, smiled and shook hands with him, "That's it."

"Mr. Jiang, goodbye."

Fujiwara Takuno retracted his hand and walked towards the silent but powerful black motorcade. Before anyone arrived, the bodyguard waiting by the door opened the door.

In comparison, Boss Jiang's situation was much shabby. Not only was there only one car, but the driver had no consciousness and actually fell asleep in the car. As a result, when Boss Jiang walked over, the door could not be opened. After knocking on the car window, Director Duanmu in the car opened his eyes.

"Clap."

The door is unlocked.

Jiang Chen opened the door, "If you sleep in the car, the engine will turn off. Be careful of carbon monoxide poisoning."

A luxurious motorcade passed by.

Jiang Chen didn't look at it and got into the Maybach S580.

In a luxury fleet.

Fujiwara Takuno, who was polite and friendly just now, also looked intently, passing by the Maybach S580 outside, his fingers unconsciously rubbing slowly, his face expressionless. (End of chapter)