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At the busy Tokyo airport, with the cooperation of ground staff, the Gulfstream G700, the pinnacle of private jets, landed smoothly and glided steadily along the runway.

At the same time, this real luxury product, which cost 700 million yuan, was temporarily pasted with a slogan of Sino-Japanese friendship.

That's right.

As neighboring countries separated by a narrow strip of water, the development of relations between the two countries has entered the fast lane era. Recently, a bilateral visa-free agreement was finalized. To this end, the Bilateral Joint Development Committee has played a major role in promoting it and has made an indelible contribution.

In fact, even this Gulfstream was a friendly gift from the Joint Development Committee to Comrade Jiang Chen before he left Japan in recognition of his extraordinary contribution to the restoration of relations between the two countries.

"Bagaya road!"

Before the plane came to a complete stop, Wu Sheng leaned against the window and couldn't help but let out an excited shout. During the three-hour flight, he didn't close his eyes to rest and didn't show any signs of fatigue.

Bringing him here was certainly not to prevent him from being left alone at home without anyone to take care of him. A junior high school student should be able to take care of himself. It was just that Jiang Chen felt that it might be necessary to bring him out to see the outside world.

It is better to travel thousands of miles to read thousands of books.

Instead of studying Japanese hard in an international school, it is better to come to Japan and see the world for yourself.

But the way this guy greeted me was a little impolite. Although Boss Jiang and Taoist Duanmu had a bad experience when they first arrived in Japan, with the joint efforts of him and many people with lofty ideals on both sides, the unpleasant experiences of the past have become the dust of history.

But fortunately, I haven't got off the plane yet.

"If you don't want to be deported, don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Chen threatened.

This kid is a tough guy who only responds to soft words, and the reason I brought him to Japan was based on his strong request.

"Brother, I was wrong."

Wu Sheng immediately covered his mouth. This opportunity was hard-won. It was a real field trip. Only when he returned to school would he be able to brag better to his Japanese classmates... Bah, how could he get along with them.

Jiang Chen put down the magazine.

"Brother, get off the plane."

The Martial Saint couldn't wait.

Jiang Chen seemed not to be in a hurry and glanced at his watch.

Private jets are all about efficiency, and they arrived more than ten minutes ahead of schedule.

"Have a cup of coffee."

Jiang Chen instructed the tall and beautiful stewardess.

Bro, are you still drinking?
Wu Sheng was anxious, but did not dare to rush, and he held the armrest of the chair and fidgeted.

Duanmu Liuli, who was sitting in the aisle, was much calmer. Perhaps it was not her first time here. Seeing that Jiang Chen had no intention of getting off the plane, she turned her attention back to the TV series on her tablet.

After about three minutes, a fleet of luxurious vehicles drove into the tarmac silently and in an orderly manner. The calm and restrained black color showed off a breathtaking texture.

Wu Sheng was attracted and leaned against the plane window with his eyes wide open.

One.

Two cars.

Three.

……

This was not only his first time to go abroad, but also his first time to take a plane. Of course, it was a private plane. Although he had an extremely fierce sister, he had been left alone for more than ten years. He had never even left the town with a population of 100,000. He ran away from home to the East China Sea, and he had been displaced in every possible way along the way.

Although I used to be a frog croaking at the bottom of a well, it is common sense that cars cannot be driven at an airport. You can’t learn it in real life, but you can find it on the Internet.

But what does it mean now?
Are the laws for everyday life different?
A fragrance wafts by, familiar and refreshing.

Wu Sheng subconsciously turned his head and saw Sister Liuli, a big fan of the drama, standing next to him.

"gone."

“Oh, oh.”

When Wu Sheng came back to his senses, he found that Brother Jiang Chen had already walked towards the cabin door.

He quickly stood up with the help of the handrail.

"Brother, wait for me!"

Even though he knew that he was not an ordinary person but Lan Peizhi's younger brother, when he stepped out of the gangway and onto the ground of the airport, an indescribable feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

The Martial Saint couldn't help but take a deep breath, and wanted to roar to the sky - Bakayaloo!

However, considering the friendship between the two countries and his first "trip" abroad, he rationally suppressed his inner excitement.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry."

Amidst the crowd, Pan Yang led his men to approach with extraordinary bearing and powerful aura, which intimidated the Martial Saint. The boy glanced at the arrogant convoy behind him that he had noticed on the plane.

leave.

Is it directed at me?

“The plane is going fast.”

Jiang Chen, who had waited a few minutes longer, made a joke.

The successful Pan Yang has not forgotten why he defied fate and has not been carried away by his current status. He gestures respectfully.

"Mr. Jiang, please get in the car."

At the same time, he nodded to Duanmu Liuli beside him, not even ignoring the young Martial Saint.

A group of people got into the car.

Before leaving, Wu Sheng turned around and waved goodbye to the beautiful stewardess who was waiting at the cabin door.

"President Fujiwara was busy dealing with funeral matters and couldn't spare the time, so he specifically asked me to do this and I hope Mr. Jiang wouldn't mind."

I definitely won't be surprised by something strange.

Everyone can understand this kind of thing.

On the contrary, Chairman Fujiwara, who serves as the key hub for the development and cooperation of bilateral relations, is too reserved.

It's too official.

But it is necessary.

Not everyone knew about her affair with someone... er, it should be "the past". Since such an important representative of China as Boss Jiang came to attend the funeral, she must of course give him the highest standard of hospitality.

Don’t forget why the bilateral joint development committee came into being and who it serves.

"Have you seen President Fujiwara recently?"

Jiang Chen is also quite official.

Duanmu Liuli and Wu Sheng were in the car behind.

"The last time I met President Fujiwara was a month ago, when President Fujiwara was engaged to the Japanese royal family."

Jiang Chen was unperturbed.

"President Fujiwara is indeed very busy, and there are too many matters for her to handle."

Pan Yang is fair and objective. Although he was once abandoned and kicked out by a Japanese company, he did not hold a grudge or develop any personal emotions.

"Tell me about your current work situation."

Pan Yang was well prepared and even had a laptop in the car.

There is a car behind.

The Martial Saint stared out the window without blinking, his eyes reflecting the moving street scene.

Although this place suffered a catastrophe not long ago, there are no traces of it on the streets. At least phenomena such as looting, smashing, and burning have been effectively controlled.

However, some injuries occur internally, not on the surface of the body.

This is Tokyo.

No matter how exciting the online world is, you can travel around the world without leaving your home, but when you are there in person, the experience is completely different.

"Sister, have you been here before?"

The Martial Saint didn't even turn his head, but pointed his head at his sister Liuli.

"Ah."

“Is Tokyo fun?”

Is it fun...?

Duanmu Liuli thought seriously for a while.

"Okay."

She experienced a lot of things when she came here last time, but she couldn't remember most of them.

The only thing I still remember is that night of ghosts and wolves howling.

Someone took her to rescue people, and that was the first time she used swordsmanship since she came down the mountain.

It's definitely better than practicing on a rock.

Wu Sheng did not look back, so he did not see his sister Liuli's quietly bright eyes, otherwise he would have been frightened.

After all, in his impression, his sister Liuli was truly a hermit, much more authentic than those fat and bald men in the temple. She seemed to have little interest in anything, and the only thing she cared about was food.

Otherwise, he would really become an immortal.

"Sister, where did you go the last time you came here? Did you go to Crayon Shin-chan's house?"

"Crayon Shin-chan?"

Wu Sheng turned around and said, "Cartoons, sister. You love watching TV so much, didn't you watch cartoons when you were a child?" Although this boy is mentally ahead of his age, he still has a childlike heart.

"Elephant, elephant, why is your nose so long~"

As he spoke, the boy started singing.

Duanmu Liuli had no reaction and just shook her head frustratingly.

"Oh my god, sis, what did you do when you were a kid?"

“I used to be in the mountains.”

Duanmu Liuli became visibly more cheerful. If it were in the past, she would never have been so talkative.

of course.

Maybe it’s because he has been “taking care” of the Martial Saint for so long, or maybe it’s because the Martial Saint is still a child.

“Isn’t there any TV in the mountains?”

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Duanmu Liuli shook her head, "No."

"No, there are presidential suits in the temple."

Wu Sheng became more and more curious. He knew that his sister Liuli had "secluded herself from the world" in the past, but his understanding of the word "secluded herself from the world" was obviously limited and narrow, and not thorough enough.

You know, Jiang Chen was shocked when he saw the dilapidated temple for the first time.

"There's no TV, so how do you pass the time?"

"Reading, practicing swordplay, chopping wood, cooking, growing vegetables..."

Duanmu Liuli said a lot, proving that she was actually very fulfilled, but she still missed one thing.

——Go down the mountain to get some wine.

The Martial Saint was shocked.

This is simply abuse!

Children in rural areas don’t have to work so hard nowadays.

For example, he had never done any of what Sister Liuli said, except studying.

"Sister, your master is really not Dong..."

When the words came to his lips, Wu Sheng reacted and quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

Sister Liuli’s master.

Isn’t that his sister’s master?

His sister used to live an ordinary life in the village. It was because she went out to become an apprentice that she achieved what she has today and changed her destiny, and even changed the destiny of more than one person.

This is... very disrespectful!
The Martial Saint swallowed the last word "Xi" and changed his words in time, saying in a serious and serious manner: "Sister Liuli, your master must be trying to train you. The saints said that when God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make his mind suffer, his muscles and bones tired, his body hungry, his body empty, and his actions frustrated..."

What the hell.

I started to recite the book.

Or is it simply to make up the word count?
"Well, so you have to study hard."

If Boss Jiang were here, he would definitely be surprised.

Is this something the ethereal Taoist priest Duanmu would say?
Wu Sheng sighed slightly, and when he looked at Sister Liuli again, he had a different feeling. Although he knew that those were all trials, there was still heartache in his eyes.

This kid.

It will definitely be a disaster in the future.

and many more.

Why do you say "again"?
"Sister, don't worry, you haven't seen Crayon Shin-chan, so I'll take you to see Crayon Shin-chan's real home."

This is what you want to go, right?
Duanmu Liuli certainly didn't understand and didn't know where this place was, but she could feel the Martial Saint's sincerity.

“Are there any elephants there?”

she asked.

"puff."

Wu Sheng couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, then patiently explained: "Elephants are only found in zoos. I was just singing."

Duanmu Liuli nodded.

Wu Sheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Sister Liuli had never watched Crayon Shin-chan and didn't understand the meaning of the elephant, otherwise he might have been hit.

"Sister, do you know that Japan has three treasures?"

“Music, animation, movies.”

Perhaps the Martial Saint's pause was too short, a hint of doubt crept onto Duanmu Liuli's holy and flawless face.

"Music and cartoons. Aren't they two?"

Wu Sheng was embarrassed and coughed, "It's music, animation, and movies. Yes, Japanese TV series are also quite good. Sister, you can try them in the future."

"Oh."

Wu Sheng felt guilty and quickly changed the subject, "Who are these people? Do you know them?"

Duanmu Liuli shook her head.

“Is it the underworld?”

The Martial Saint said in a low voice.

Apart from the three treasures he mentioned, what is the other biggest feature of Japan?
It is undoubtedly gangster culture.

For example, the Yamaguchi-gumi.

There are so many different jokes on the Internet that it's really a bit addictive to read them.

There are often hundreds of thousands of gang members.

Lose it.

In China, gathering of more than three people is considered an illegal gathering.

"do not know."

Duanmu Liuli’s main character is someone who knows nothing about anything, but the key is that she gives people the impression that she is not hiding anything or being perfunctory. Even though she always doesn’t know, she is extremely frank and sincere.

After a while, she asked, "What is the underworld?"

Wu Sheng was embarrassed and opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

rogue?

Bully?

Too low-end.

It's too superficial.

As the times change, the underworld is also advancing with the times.

"It's the person who wears a suit, tie, watch, luxury car, drinks red wine, talks business with you with a smile, but turns around and hangs you on the street lamp."

Duanmu Liuli seemed to understand but not quite.

Wu Sheng did not continue to explain. He glanced at the car in front of him and spoke with emotion.

"As a man, if I can do what Brother Jiang Chen did, I will die without regrets."

A priceless national treasure.

Top of the line private jet.

What's the point of being a boss at home? When you go abroad, you will still be splashed with water on the streets, laid out with red carpets, have your younger brothers lined up in a row, and be crowded with luxury cars.

The cars were all driven into the airport.

This is not in their town, this is in the Japanese Tokyo.

The longer time passed, the more the Martial Saint realized his own ignorance.

At that time, I actually dared to ask others to eat the leftover oranges.

He really wanted to slap himself in the face.

Stupid!

It's really a urethra connected to the brain.

Don’t you think that this is the first time your sister brings a man home, could he be an ordinary man?
In fact, now that he has gained enlightenment, the Martial Saint asks himself, what impresses him most is not the external conditions.

I swear to God, from the bottom of my heart!
What shocked him deeply was that the other party was clearly standing in the clouds, but could step on the muddy ground of their village and get along with him like a fool, allowing him to gradually see through his true face step by step.

Wu Sheng always thought that the word "state of mind" was nonsense, but now he realizes that it was just his own shallowness and ignorance.

He is worthy of being the man my sister likes.

"Sister Liuli, do you think I can catch up with Brother Jiang Chen in the future?"

The Martial Saint asked sincerely.

Instead of giving the same old response, Duanmu Liuli simply stopped talking.

Also.

It doesn't say what aspect it is, whether it's a running race or a comparison of handsomeness, how can people answer ~ (End of this chapter)