This is a well-hidden Fuso traditional style dry landscape garden.
Small and exquisite, it has a Zen charm everywhere.
A burst of sakuhachi's voice was monotonous and long, but it gave people a strange and eerie feeling.
The sakuhachi, also called the shakuhachi, is a Chinese musical instrument. It was introduced to Japan in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Now when it comes to the shakuhachi, many people think it is a traditional Japanese musical instrument.
The small Japanese-style hall is covered with a layer of reed mats, which is plain and simple, and is filled with a light scent of sandalwood.
On the small red lacquered tray, there was a bottle of warm sake and a wine glass the size of an egg.
This bottle of sake has a very complicated name, called the Fourteenth Daiji Shangzhu Bailongquan.
The alcohol content is 16°C. It adopts a unique seven-hammer and twenty-gun process, which is almost a return to the original nature of pure hand-brewing. It is only brewed once a year, and only 20 bottles of the finished product are produced at one time.
The rice polishing degree of this sake is 0.85%.
What is this concept?
It is a complete grain of rice, 99.15% has been ground away, and the remaining white core, which is almost like powder, is used for brewing.
Moreover, it is purely hand-ground, and this process alone takes 7 months.
Japanese Fuso is almost abnormally strict in these aspects, which is the so-called craftsman spirit.
With such abnormal time, labor, and processing technology costs, it can be seen that the price of this kind of wine must be astonishingly high.
This is truly a fine wine.
A middle-aged man in a kimono was sipping the wine in front of him.
Every move of the other party exuded a strange aura, as if he were a robot. He was strict, his movements were slow and rigid, but he never tired of it.
This is a set of etiquette observed by the traditional Japanese Fusang nobles.
The so-called respect for beautiful things, even if it is a bottle of wine, you must drink it with the most pious attitude.
A man in black robes quickly but silently walked over with small steps and knelt directly at the door.
The slight sound of clothes rubbing together startled the middle-aged man.
His face suddenly darkened:
"idiot!!"
The man in black robe kneeling at the door immediately prostrated himself on the ground in an extremely standard manner, and said with fear and fear:
"Sir, the matter is urgent. Please calm down. Qian Liqunsang has received bad news. That Su Mu refuses to communicate."
"Nani?"
The middle-aged man frowned suddenly, staring at the man in black robe kneeling on the ground with lightning eyes:
"Say it quickly."
The man in black robe quickly reported the news he got from Qian Liqun.
The middle-aged man suddenly stood up from his kneeling position, walked quickly around the room a few times, then stopped behind the man in black robe and said coldly:
"Just playing hard to get."
The man in black robe raised his buttocks and kept his head only one centimeter away from the back of his hands, not daring to move.
Tuxiazuo means prostrating oneself to the ground. It is a Japanese fusang etiquette. It is used by lower-ranking persons to upper-ranking persons, or to apologize and make requests.
The middle-aged man returned to his original position and sat down, then slowly picked up the wine glass, smelled it gently, and said lightly:
"That Su Mu, where is he now?"
"Has been taken to the police station."
"Who else went?"
"Jiang Wangshu has already rushed there, and Fei Taiping should be here."
"A waste cannot compete with Jiang Wangshu."
The middle-aged man said lightly, with a sense of domineering power in his words:
"It's time to throw out a few important chess pieces. After raising them for so long, we should let them contribute to the empire."
The man in black robe trembled all over, but did not dare to raise his head:
"what do you mean……!"
"Wake up those chess pieces."
The man in black robe could no longer hold his body, looked up at the middle-aged man in horror, and reminded in horror:
"Your Excellency, that is...!"
"Um?"
The middle-aged man's eyes shot out two cold rays, staring at the man in black robe.
The man in black robe immediately lowered his head and kept his head on the ground:
"yes."
His identity does not allow him to question anything the other party says. Even if the other party wants him to commit seppuku, he will commit suicide without hesitation.
Hierarchy has long been engraved in his family genes.
The other party is his master and cannot be changed for generations.
The middle-aged man slowly withdrew his gaze, put down his wine glass, smiled slightly and said:
"Mitsui-kun, the opponent is just a knife in our hands. You don't have to worry about anything. I said that after this incident, you will be the master of the Mitsui Zaibatsu. Do you understand?"
The man in black robe suddenly shouted excitedly:
"Hi."
Mitsui Zaibatsu, the leader of Japan's four major chaebols, is also one of the top chaebols in the world.
Anyone with a little bit of financial knowledge will know just how awesome this chaebol is.
At that time, it was these four major chaebols who even proposed the arrogant slogan of buying America, forcing its American father to carry out a financial harvest, which directly broke the backbone of Japanese Fuso.
Even so, the four major chaebols still possess terrifying wealth that ordinary people cannot imagine.
The middle-aged man poured himself another glass of sake and said intoxicatedly:
"This is the taste of power, Mr. Mitsui. For many things, you don't need to consider the process, only the results. If we win, then naturally we win everything. No matter how beautiful the process is, if we lose the result, it is all nonsense.
Do you understand?"
"But..., your Excellency, aren't you worried about...your other competitors? If you let them...!"
"What are they? Catch me?"
The middle-aged man smiled sarcastically, with distant eyes, looking at the dry landscape garden outside, and said in an indifferent voice:
"Shintoism can only be mine. When I become the high priest of Shintoism, what threats will they...have?"
The man in black robe secretly swallowed his saliva, raised his head hard, and knocked it down hard:
"I will die for you."
The middle-aged man smiled softly:
"Go ahead, wake up those families and let them fight Jiang Wangshu. When the time comes, it will definitely be exciting."
The man in black robe kept his posture of prostrating himself on the ground, then crawled backwards until he reached the door, then slowly stood up and left silently.
After the man in black robe retreated, the middle-aged man smiled strangely.
He has a few more Go pieces in his hand.
One by one, they were placed on the reed mat in front of them.
The black one is Jiang Wangshu.
The other three white ones represent the identities of the three people, who are all on the same level as Jiang Wangshu in terms of status.
It is unimaginable how terrifying the family represented by these three chess pieces, united together, has.
And they turned out to be Japanese Fuso's secret chess piece.
What a crazy thing is this?
"Jiang Sang, what will your expression be when you see these three people?"
"I hope you...don't disappoint me too much."
"Su Mu, if you can play hard to get, I can let you...!"