Time passed slowly and the smell of tea gradually faded away.
Coming out of the antique-decorated tea room, Minamoto no Yorimitsu led her through the long and narrow wooden corridor.
No checkout is required for Minamoto Yorimitsu.
Even after being recommended by the Yuejiang executive to become a member, I added a full 10 million to it, and everything I spent here was deducted from the card.
But judging from the menu prices he looked at, ten million wouldn't seem to be enough for a few drinks.
"Have Yuanjun been to the nearby Tianyin Shopping Mall? I know there are several good restaurants there, but of course they are not considered high-end restaurants."
Oyakubag Chaon followed Minamoto no Yorimitsu, looking at the surrounding environment with a little curiosity, and then she really planned to invite him to dinner out of sincerity.
"I don't really like going to shopping malls to eat." Minamoto Yorimitsu really doesn't like it. Shopping malls don't have the aroma of a market place, nor the quiet atmosphere of a restaurant.
"Actually, I don't really like it either."
Oyakubaucha Chaon also didn’t like eating in shopping malls. Before going to check-in, he always accompanied his friends to avoid being too gregarious. When he saw that he was not interested, he said casually:
"If you don't mind the quality, I know there is a good store in Xiajing District, and it's barely quiet, but it's a little cheap."
"Let me declare in advance that I don't like eating raw or cold food. As long as it doesn't taste weird when it's cooked, I can basically accept it."
Even if it has been several months.
Minamoto Yorimitsu still doesn't like the so-called umami taste.
The taste of the ingredients itself only exists in fruits and vegetables. He still has the same appetite for Chinese cuisine when it comes to meat products, and he probably can't change it.
Glancing at the girl next to him who was waiting for an answer, Minamoto Yorimitsu said meaningfully: "And the amount of bleeding doesn't mean it's bleeding. I don't care about the amount."
"That's good..."
Although the word he used for bleeding felt a bit strange from just now, Goyakubag Chaon also walked down the steps he gave without paying too much attention.
Instead, I really considered taking him to that small store.
"That store specializes in soup tofu..."
Just when Oiyabukuro Chaon regained his mood and was about to introduce him a little, a curious female voice came from the side.
"Specialist Yuan?"
I heard this title used several times today.
The sound of the imperial medicine bag tea sound suddenly stopped.
Then he looked in the direction of the sound source beside him, and saw a very beautiful woman and a bald man, standing in the middle of the hall of the antique teahouse, talking to each other.
And just after that familiar title appeared.
The two people's eyes were cast over one after another, and Oiyabukuro Chaon knew that this was not looking at him, but at Minamoto Yorimitsu standing next to him.
She distanced herself a bit with a wink.
And when Minamoto Yorimitsu saw the pair of shining golden earrings, as well as the top-notch appearance and figure, he knew that his eyes should move downwards to look at more important places.
The poor and the poor have their own merits.
The lives of rich people are the same.
Beautiful clothes are the basis of greed for women. Although the style of Kamiya Seiko's dress has changed, she seems to prefer luxurious black and red tones.
Kyoto Prefecture is a place about the size of a palm, and rich people prefer to hang out together, so in this tea house, I unexpectedly met this charming double-class man. There was actually no unnecessary expression on Minamoto Yorimitsu's face.
"What a coincidence, Special Agent Yuan, you come to have tea too."
This sentence made Minamoto and Yorimitsu, who were approaching, stop and look at the woman who looked like a lotus in front of their faces. A fascinating scent of light fragrance hit their nostrils.
"It is indeed a bit of a coincidence."
Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at Kamiya Seiko, whom he had not seen for only two days. His swan-like neck was still beautiful and slender, and the ravine on his chest exuded a rich aura.
"It seems that Special Agent Yuan has never been here before."
"This is my first time here." Minamoto Norimitsu stretched out his hand and smiled with neither enthusiasm nor indifference: "I was introduced by a friend. I rarely go to such high-end places."
"You like to joke too much. This kind of place shouldn't be considered a high-end place in front of you."
"Speaking of which, this is Mrs. Yuan?"
With a smile in his narrow eyes, Seiko Kamiya looked at the tea bag next to Minamoto no Yorimitsu.
The question she asked was very interesting.
Although the question was casually asked in a smiling tone, judging from Minamoto Noraimitsu's age and appearance, it was definitely more appropriate to use the term girlfriend.
But she chose to use the word wife.
It seems to be to verify something.
To be honest, it's a bit ulterior.
"Just a friend."
Minamoto Yorimitsu laughed, narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Kamiya-san should know my age and whether I am married."
Diagnosed.
This woman is just like her sister.
They are all definitely bad women.
Now that Minamoto no Yorimitsu has begun to expand his business, there is no need to focus only on the tea ceremony. After all, tea masters must be bad women, and bad women are not necessarily tea masters. He knows that the strategic ambitions should be expanded.
It was just that he had just finished his sentence of questioning, and before the other party could open his mouth to answer, the simulator's prompt unexpectedly appeared in front of him.
[The unpleasantness of the royal medicine bag tea sound has slightly increased!]
[Dislikeability has been reversed into rewards!]
[Please pay attention to the inventory check!]
Minamoto Yorimitsu couldn't help but glance at the grandmaster.
She found that the other person's face was neither happy nor sad. There was no emotion at all on Dan Li's face. She just stood there quietly with her lips pursed.
Only then did the deal come to fruition, even though he didn't even make any use of it.
Why did you spray ore yourself?
Just now, my face was full of resistance to my invisible girlfriend.
Now you suddenly want to be on stage?
And you said you are not jealous!?
"At Executive Director Yuan's age, although marriage is unlikely, engagement is still quite possible."
Naturally, Seiko Kamiya didn’t care about the psychological changes of others, and just said in a slightly teasing tone:
"Besides, Special Agent Yuan's friend looks so beautiful, and you yourself are also very good-looking. To be honest, it does look like a good match."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't intend to believe a word of her, he just continued with the nonsense literature and said with a decent smile on his face: "I can take it as Kamiya-san's compliment."
"I'm just telling the truth."
The Holy Son of Kamiya gradually smiled like a flower.
The two of them had just exchanged false greetings after meeting, and had no intention of further communicating, but a suspicious male voice interrupted.
"Are you...Director Yuan?"
The person who spoke out was the person next to the Holy Son of Kamiya.
Minamoto Yorimitsu's eyes moved and looked at the bald man wearing glasses on the right. He had just seen this man, who was probably a guest of Seiko Kamiya.
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At this time, the other party looked at him hesitantly, as if he was confirming something. But as the two looked at each other, the doubts on the man's face disappeared in an instant, and turned into a look of surprise.
Then the bald man walked over quickly, held his hand respectfully and excitedly, and said familiarly and slightly flatteringly:
"Hello, Director Yuan."
"Who are you?" Minamoto Yorimitsu glanced at the hand being shaken by the man, hesitated for a moment and then asked.
"I really didn't expect to meet Director Yuan here. I am Takahiro Imamura, the executive director in charge of foreign trade transportation at the Kansai International Airport Co., Ltd."
The bald man seemed to realize that he was a little too enthusiastic. After being stunned for a moment, he withdrew his hand in embarrassment, coughed twice and introduced himself.
Although his behavior and movements are more normal than before.
But the respect and enthusiasm in his voice are still there.
New Kansai International Airport Co., Ltd.?
Minamoto Yorimitsu thought carefully after hearing this.
I seemed to have seen this name in the contract. It seemed to be a registered company that specializes in operating Kansai International Airport and belongs to the Kansai Airport Group.
"It turns out to be Imamura-san. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you."
"Imamura-san, do you know Commissioner Minamoto?" Seiko Kamiya standing next to him suddenly asked.
Imamura Takakan couldn't help turning his head when he heard this, his wrinkled face was still full of enthusiasm, and he answered the question she just asked to Seiko Kamiya:
"Although Director Yuan and I don't know each other, he just bought a stake in our Kansai Airport Group. It's a great honor to see Director Yuan here today."
"Invested in the Kansai Airport Group?"
Seiko Kamiya pursed her thin red lips slightly and swayed her golden wheat earrings twice. Although her face still looked like a quiet lake, her heart was shaking like a falling stone.