I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Put the phone on the charging pad and turn it back on.

Boss Jiang was driving the three girls to the restaurant.

He was of course refreshed after a good sleep. He drove the car with one hand and put his other elbow on the window. He asked with a smile: "Did you have fun?"

There is no need to answer whether you are happy or not, you just need to look at the state of the women. People as energetic as Maotu will slump in the back seat after getting in the car.

"Jiang Chen, is there water in your car?"

It’s true that there is no pot that cannot be opened.

But she couldn't blame Mao Tu. She saw someone being beaten away, but she didn't know the reason.

Boss Jiang immediately looked in the rearview mirror.

Cao Jinse and Mao Tu were sitting in the back row, looking out the window, as if they had forgotten the accident after a long time of settling.

This is the kind of mind Mr. Cao should have.

Jiang Chen felt relieved, "No, just be patient, we'll be here soon."

"Don't you have a bottle..."

Maotu had sharp eyes and saw a bottle of mineral water in the cup holder of the central armrest.

"I drank it!"

Jiang Chen said hurriedly.

That's right.

This is exactly the bottle I bought when I came out of the Ancient Tower of Frightening in the afternoon. It originally belonged to Cao Jinse.

In the interior rearview mirror.

Mr. Cao seemed to have blocked his hearing and had no reaction to the chat in the car.

A phone rang,

It was Jiang Chen's cell phone that was being charged.

He picked it up and glanced at it. He saw an unfamiliar number. At the same time, the battery was charged to 36, and the speed was pretty good.

"Hey."

"Mr. Jiang, I'm Watanabe. I didn't disturb you."

That prince whom we met several times?

Jiang Chen was slightly surprised, but at the same time he responded calmly: "Hello, Your Highness, what's the matter?"

"Tonight, some friends from the literary and art circles happened to have a gathering with Zheye. Zheye wants to invite Mr. Jiang to join him. I wonder if Mr. Jiang is willing to show his respect."

If the question was about whether he had time, Jiang Chen could easily shirk it, but the words used by the Japanese prince were quite sincere.

Are you willing to show your face?

It’s really hard to say no.

Don’t reach out to hit the smiling person.

Besides, the other party is at least a genuine member of the royal family.

"When?"

"Nine o'clock, Ginza. I will send the specific location to Mr. Jiang's mobile phone. Then I look forward to Mr. Jiang's arrival."

Nine o'clock.

There is quite enough time.

But what did the Japanese prince ask him to do?

Not willing to be lonely, but also want to gain a sense of presence?

Jiang Chen has not forgotten that according to Fujiwara Reiki, the prince was behind the last road killer incident.

of course.

Let's just listen to it. How credible Ms. Fujiwara's words are is a relatively idealistic question.

"Du Zhe is also looking for you?"

It seems that Mr. Cao’s soul did not drift out of the car.

"Well, there's a party I'm invited to."

Jiang Chen put down his phone.

"Are you familiar with him?"

Cao Jinse looked at the rearview mirror.

"I can't talk about it. I've met her several times because of Fujiwara Reiki."

Absolutely no talk of panic.

It's just very streamlined.

"Do you think it's necessary for me to go?" Jiang Chen looked up at the rearview mirror while driving.

"Mostly just to curry favor with you."

"There seems to be no need to waste time with a prince in name only." Jiang Chen said.

"Although the Japanese royal family is not what it used to be, it still cannot be ignored in Japan. If you want Japan to develop in the long term, it is necessary to have good dealings with the royal family."

Cao Jinse's evaluation was very objective, and then he said: "Japan now is like a disrupted chess board. Every chess piece does not want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and is eager to adjust its position on the chess board."

Jiang Chen smiled hoarsely, "The image is vivid and to the point."

"Just drop us off at the restaurant."

Mr. Cao looked out the window again, enjoying the gentle evening breeze.

After arriving at the place, the Maybach stopped, and Cao Jinse, the master and servant in the back row, got out of the car, including Duanmu Liuli, who was in the passenger seat.

They are all Japanese, so taking her there would be a embarrassment to her.

and.

How can a young Taoist nun who is a foodie be allowed to endure hunger.

Jiang Chen was about to say goodbye, but he didn't know that Cao Jinse had already led the two of them into the restaurant.

I really don't worry about my own safety at all.

But yes.

Even if the last street killer was really the work of that prince, times have changed now.

The dust has settled.

Even if the royal family members are not very valuable now, it is presumed that His Highness Watanabe Tetsuya is still young and would not want to end his life here.

Utu waved at him.

Taoist priest Duanmu didn't hesitate much.

I don't know whether it was due to excessive physical exertion, excessive hunger, or the impact of the last beating incident.

Jiang Chen drove away.

The royal family does not travel freely, but they are not imprisoned prisoners.

The specific location is in a high-end club in Ginza.

This can be seen.

Most of the time, if you analyze it according to normal logic, you won't go wrong. The Japanese prince has no ill intentions, maybe he just wants to make friends with Boss Jiang?

Although it was said to be a "small gathering", after being there, Jiang Chen found that the scale was actually quite large. The venue should have been reserved, and he could interact with the royal family. He was probably a big shot in the literary and art circles, but Boss Jiang was really interested in the Japanese literary and art circles. I don’t know much about them, the only ones I know are the two people who draw the comics.

Of course, those two will not be there, they have passed away.

Du Zhe hasn't seen it yet, for these big names in the literary and art circles. Boss Jiang must be a strange face too, so no one came over to say hello. They were chatting in groups of twos and threes, exchanging glasses of wine.

Business women do not know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

There's a hint of that feeling.

No matter how sluggish and bleak the Japanese economy is after being hit hard, these big names in the literary and art circles seem to have no consciousness and a sense of isolation from the outside world.

In addition to bearded old men, men with long hair, and fashionable men wearing sunglasses at night... seductive beauties are an indispensable embellishment in any circle, and this place is no exception.

No matter how miserable Japan is and how many shortcomings it has, there is one fact that cannot be denied.

The beauties in Japan are not inferior to those in other regions. At this time, this club is full of flowers, with all kinds of flowers in full bloom, and it feels like watching a fashion show.

The Japanese fandom culture is quite crazy. If the Japanese otakus were here, they would scream with excitement until they have a myocardial infarction. However, Boss Jiang has limited knowledge. Apart from admiring his eyes, there is no face that can scream name.

However, the appearance of Youdao's figure finally made him feel a little bit familiar.

The other party was actually dressed in a snow-white wedding dress, with a star crown on her head, a plump oval face and exquisite makeup. Even in this environment where flowers were becoming more and more charming, she was quite outstanding.

Jiang Chen felt that he had seen the other party somewhere, but he couldn't remember it despite thinking hard.

So he had nothing to do, so he took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and sent it to——

Mr. Luo.

It was past nine o'clock, and Luo Peng must have been awake.

as predicted.

Not long after the photo was sent, I didn’t see a reply to the message, but the video popped up directly.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

"Is the fish bone stuck in your neck?"

"Jiang Chen, what are you doing?"

Mr. Luo moved closer to the screen, as if trying to see clearly the scene on Jiang Chen's side, and his eyes seemed to pop out of the screen. Jiang Chen was generous and generous, picked up the phone and showed it to him, "I came to a party and saw a beautiful woman who seemed familiar to me. I'll send it to you for a look."

"You point the camera and I'll take a look."

Jiang Chen did as he was told and turned his front camera towards the Japanese beauty who looked beautiful and pure in a wedding dress.

"I go!"

This should have been completely confirmed, "Jiang Chen, stop pretending, you don't know who she is?"

Jiang Chen turned the camera back, "I know, but I still ask you."

"Cry once, make trouble three times, Yua."

Luo Peng looked disdainful, "You don't recognize people when they put on clothes, right?"

Three what?

Boss Jiang reacted, "Actress?"

"It's not like I haven't shared it with you before. I'm the ace in Japan's entertainment industry, and all of my works are classics. It's a pity that I retired too early..."

As he said that, Luo Peng couldn't help but look regretful and lost.

Everyone is young.

Facing the enlightenment teacher, I will still be more or less trembling.

Jiang Chen suddenly realized, no wonder he felt familiar, and he subconsciously looked over there again.

Don't even say it.

Wearing clothes is indeed...

Wait a moment.

He didn't watch much at all.

"Jiang Chen, you still can. Why don't you go up and shake hands with me?"

"How about you come?"

Luo Peng's expression also became a little weird. It's okay to appreciate the works with the eyes of appreciating art. When you really meet a real person, the feeling is quite...complex.

"Take a closer look around and see if Hebei and Xinggong are there..."

"Mr. Jiang."

Watanabe's voice came.

Jiang Chen couldn't listen to Mr. Luo's insistence anymore and hung up the video.

"Your Highness the Prince."

Perhaps knowing the other party's temperament, Du Zhe didn't bring a group of people over to say hello, he was alone.

"How do you feel, Mr. Jiang?"

Du Zhe also looked around.

Jiang Chen nodded, "I haven't enjoyed such a relaxing atmosphere for a long time."

"These are our Japanese artists, who have created countless excellent works for Japan and the world."

What can Boss Jiang say?

I can't just nod my head.

After all, he wasn't bragging.

No matter how notorious Japan is, there is one industry that will never be affected.

That is the spiritual food for tens of millions of male compatriots around the world, enlightening, enlightening and inspiring generations of people.

Ok.

It’s anime!

"Mr. Jiang, is there anyone you want to meet? I can call him over."

The intention of His Highness the Prince was too obvious. It seemed that what Mr. Cao really hit upon was that he wanted to make friends with Boss Jiang.

It's really not nonsense.

Actresses have a very high social status in Japan and can appear on the same occasions as members of the royal family.

At this moment, as long as Boss Jiang moves his fingers, the goddess that otakus can only admire on the screen will take the initiative to come closer, allowing Boss Jiang to see her up close.

But it’s still the same sentence.

Distance creates beauty.

So Jiang Chen declined the other party's kindness.

Du Zhe was not disappointed, "Mr. Jiang, it's too noisy here. Let's move to a cleaner place."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Then he was invited to the door of a box by the other party.

"Mr. Jiang, this is Mr. Kurosawa. Mr. Kurosawa is an actor, dancer, and director of an entertainment company."

The Mr. Kurosawa standing at the door of the box has a tough image, with a beard and a tall figure. Especially compared to Tetsuya Watanabe, he is definitely handsome, handsome, but his bones are not strong enough. During Tetsuya's introduction, he bent down in fear, almost ninety degrees, and offered his hands.

"Hello Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Chen shook hands with him.

"please."

Du Zhe also made gestures.

What made Jiang Chen a little strange was that he thought that Kurosawa would also come in together, but after he and Du Zhe also entered the box, the other party remained motionless, just guarding the door and helping to close the door.

He is a dancer, actor, entertainment company director, not a bodyguard, right?

Of course, as a guest, Jiang Chen wouldn't say anything even if he was a little confused.

The space in the box is larger than expected, and there is also a T stage.

That's right.

It's like the ones you see in fashion shows, but in a smaller version.

"Mr. Jiang, please sit down."

The space is large, but there are only two seats.

Not long after Jiang Chen sat down, the lights in the box suddenly dimmed, and instead, a bright beam of light lit up on the catwalk.

then.

Dynamic music sounded, and the melody exuded the charm of appropriate benefits.

immediately.

A well-dressed beauty appeared on the T stage to a precise beat, taking an elegant cat walk and showing off her youthful and noodle-like figure.

one.

Two people.

Three.

One after another.

The ring is fat and the swallow is thin.

Endless.

Jiang Chen didn't want to choose, so he put them all on stage for display.

The fashion show on TV has been completely brought to reality!

The power of the prince is small, but never forget the law of relativity.

It was also the first time for Boss Jiang to enjoy this kind of treatment. He had only heard of the Hang Seng Group's song and dance troupe before.

Compared to the present.

The Hang Seng Song and Dance Troupe is nothing short of a giant.

Unsurprisingly.

Jiang Chen also saw the Mikami who appeared on the stage, wearing a pure and gorgeous wedding dress. When he walked on the stage, he blew him a lovely kiss.

The space may be smaller, but in terms of scale, it is even better than the catwalks on TV.

Although Jiang Chen didn't recognize them, there was no doubt that these people who passed by him one by one and displayed like merchandise were all celebrities in the literary and art circles.

Boss Jiang's determination is commendable. Although it was his first experience and it was a bit eye-opening, it was just a look and he never expressed anything.

Ever since.

Unconsciously, the "models" on stage were wearing cooler and cooler clothes, evolving from cumbersome floor-length skirts and trousers to thin short skirts, tight shorts, and finally even colorful bikinis began to appear.

Boss Jiang picked up the water glass prepared next to him. This was his only big move so far.

Du Zhe, who was watching the show together, also frowned, but was not in a hurry. After a glamorous idol with a royal-sister style showed off her impressive figure under a red one-piece bikini, the music suddenly changed, becoming more passionate and explosive. .

The lights also flickered more dazzlingly.

no doubt.

This kind of sign is usually a harbinger of the main event.

(End of this chapter)