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The Fujiwara family put a lot of thought into this funeral and prepared a splendid banquet.

Unlike eating in a big pot, in order to maintain a quiet dining environment for distinguished guests, the Fujiwara family prepared private rooms for each guest.

In a separate private room.

Wu Sheng and Duanmu Liuli were already feasting on their food, but Jiang Chen was playing with his phone.

Although I didn't run into Cynthia today, I did meet a rather interesting person, even though we only made eye contact for a moment without any verbal communication or exchange.

Maybe it's intuitive.

Jiang Chen instinctively felt that the "yellow-haired man" might have some connection with Cynthia.

Who says men can't have a sixth sense?
Moreover, both of them are from the Western world and their appearance is so extraordinary.

Ok.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

Jiang Chen never thought of himself as the most handsome man in the world, nor did he classify himself as the type who relied on his looks to make a living.

Being more handsome than him is not worth making a fuss about.

So he has a very peaceful mentality.

but.

It is worth speculating that Fujiwara no Reiji knew nothing about this person, who was obviously an outstanding figure at first glance.

If it were in China, it would be very easy to investigate a person. Just a call and the information of all the ancestors would be immediately transmitted to you. However, Boss Jiang's territory obviously has not yet spread all over the world.

If I can't get the answer from Fujiwara Reiji, who else can I turn to?

A cold and arrogant little face came to mind.

have to.

It's almost path dependence.

Although the other party had provided him with timely and effective intelligence many times, Jiang Chen did not intend to ask Vera for help this time.

Eggs cannot be put in one basket.

It is not appropriate to always ask one person for help.

Glancing at the "sister and brother" who were enjoying their meal next to him, Jiang Chen played with his phone for a while, then made up his mind, opened the address book, and dialed a number.

The other party was quite considerate and probably didn't give him any notes, so the call was successfully connected.

“You didn’t come to Tokyo?”

Jiang Chen greeted naturally.

The trouble should end it.

Instead of looking for Vera as a middleman, it would be better to go straight to the source.

Ok.

That's right.

He contacted the Honorable Ms. Cynthia directly.

There was no response from the other end.

Can understand.

Although she was considered a beneficiary of the last war, she was not actually the winner.

To her, Japan is, to some extent, a sad place.

"Ask you something."

There was no wasting time trying to win over the other person. After all, Jiang Chen knew the other person's character very well, so he quickly got to the point.

"Are we familiar with each other?"

A voice came from the other end.

It's very discouraging.

But to the ears of an optimist, it feels different.

Jiang Chen, who was born as a bootlicker, did not feel frustrated at all. He looked calm and said concisely: "It has something to do with you."

"explain."

Although we were not very familiar with each other, at least we still had basic courtesy.

"I just met a man at Fujiwara Yu's funeral. He was following General Bonnie Benjamin. He was very handsome and a sunny boy..."

Jiang Chen stopped and said without further elaboration, "I just want to ask if you know him."

"You should check the Fujiwara family's visitor list."

After that, the phone was hung up.

You can't blame the other party for being impatient. In fact, the other party has given feasible suggestions, which is quite polite.

But if it could be found, someone wouldn't make this unnecessary call.

Not everyone will register.

For example, Wu Sheng was enjoying his meal and had completely forgotten about the haunted creature. How could he have made any record?

Jiang Chen did not continue to harass her. After the call was hung up, he calmly found the photos that Wu Sheng had sent him, picked out two with the most appropriate angles, and then sent them over.

Then he put down his phone and picked up the chopsticks as if nothing had happened.

That's right.

It should not be the meticulousness of the Fujiwara family, but the thoughtfulness of Miss Fujiwara that they prepared Chinese food for them.

One minute. Two minutes.

three minutes.

The cell phone rings.

A little later than Jiang Chen expected.

Putting down his chopsticks, Boss Jiang calmly took out his cell phone and pressed the answer button.

"Is he your friend?"

He was magnanimous, did not hold grudges, and took the initiative to speak.

"Don't you know him?"

Ms. Cynthia, who had hung up and called back, asked back.

"do not know."

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Jiang Chen responded, not knowing that his answer was inappropriate.

As a powerful man who is able to defeat Japan, the capital behind him is unfathomable, and even Cynthia cannot figure out the organization behind him.

Such a person doesn't even know "him"?
Illogical.

But from Ms. Cynthia's perspective, she would definitely consider the issue from a scientific perspective, so she did not think that someone had revealed his true colors, but rather that the other person was deliberately pretending to be stupid.

This is a typical case of even the wisest man making mistakes.

"What did you say?"

Will she be curious too?

Jiang Chen remained calm. At least his intuition was confirmed; the two of them definitely knew each other.

"Nothing said."

After a pause, Jiang Chen said truthfully: "He just smiled at me."

Smiled a little.

It's a really passionate description.

"Are you familiar?"

Jiang Chen continued to inquire.

But how could anyone possibly answer such a personal question?

"He went to see you. It has nothing to do with me."

For some reason, Jiang Chen actually heard a hint of sarcasm in the other party's tone.

It must be an illusion.

"To see me? Does he know me?"

Jiang Chen asked without revealing any clues.

"Didn't you set off a fireworks display in Myanmar's territorial waters?"

Listening to the voice coming through the radio, Jiang Chen fell into silence.

Could it be related to Mr. H, whom he never met until his death?
"I didn't put it there."

Cynthia thought he was going to shirk responsibility and put the blame on Shenzhou, but she didn't expect him to continue.

“We both released it together.”

Without giving her a chance to argue, Jiang Chen immediately added: "You were the one who provided me with the coordinates."

Ok.

What a great memory.

The person on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, probably speechless.

"I can take the blame alone, but you have to tell me his background, such as his height, weight, age, whether he is married or not..."

Damn sense of humor.

Unfortunately, the target this time was indifferent.

"Whatever you say, it's your right."

Jiang Chen was helpless.

Another stubborn guy who won't give in to any push or push.

However, it also indirectly shows that she is not overly afraid of that "yellow-haired guy".

In this way, the pressure is reduced a lot. Otherwise, if you encounter a "Super Saiyan", it would be a real headache.

"Can you at least tell me a name?"

Those who are favored are always confident.

So Jiang Chen had no choice but to give in.

"anonymous."

The call was disconnected again.

Jiang Chen put down his phone, sighed softly, and then smiled to himself.

That's some progress.

At least when people talked to him, they smiled. (End of this chapter)