At 8 o'clock in the evening, guests will start to enter.
First, there were about ten or sixty-year-old guys, all of whom were in suits and tie, dressed meticulously.
From the expressions on their faces when they came in, they could tell that their identities were not simple.
Su Mu's eyes hopped gently.
All of these guys are the presidents or presidents of the consortium.
The company of Fusoon in Tokyo is called Co., Ltd.
It is equivalent to a limited liability company in China.
The chairman is the chairman or chairman of the board.
The president is the general manager.
Japan's companies are basically lifelong. No matter what mistakes you make, at most they will be expelled and will not be fired.
The strict hierarchy has led to an extremely serious status gap between superiors and subordinates.
That is the real boss farts, the subordinates die, and they have to enjoy a full beating if they have nothing to do.
How can the identities of these people be simple if they can become the president of a chaebol or consortium?
Anyone who takes it out is an existence on par with the Prime Minister.
In Su Mu's powerful memory, there are basic information about most of them.
Good guy, the four major chaebols in Japan and the six major consortiums gathered together.
People who don’t know think they are going to fight a world-class financial war.
Soon, a group of people came into the door.
Another group of old guys, older, but in traditional dress.
These old guys all had a look on their faces.
That's cold.
He was wearing wooden clogs, with a arrogant face, and was holding a small folding fan of different materials in his hands.
The president who came in before immediately stood up in unison and bowed deeply at the same time.
That way, it was like a gray grandson meeting his living ancestor.
These old guys are the heads of the super family hidden behind the major consortiums.
After these old guys sat down, people kept coming in.
There are many young people among them.
Genji, Heishi, Fujiwara, Hakishi, Hojo, Uesugi, Oda, Tokugawa, Takeda, etc.
These are either top nobles or overlord families that once dominated Japan.
Su Mu's eyes fell on several of them.
One is called Taira Zhengsheng.
The big hand behind Mitsui chaebol, Hideo Mitsui, the heir of Mitsui chaebol, has been causing troubles several times, and there is a shadow of this guy behind him.
Hiramatsu is also the person who is the current person in the Hei family, and he is in a high position and has a strong position and a powerful position.
Another one is the person who attended the last National Destiny War.
That guy with the pseudonym Fujiwara.
He is the father of Osaki Kumasuke and the next heir of the imperial family.
There is also a young man from Genji clan.
The guy who participated in the World Excellent College Student Exchange Conference and made a big fuss in Dongyang.
At that time, Su Mu heard some secrets that he even knew.
Many of the pieces lurking in China in Japan have become local wealth groups, and have been extremely hidden, quietly selling young girls from China to Japan.
These young girls have all become maids of these so-called noble families and random tortures.
Goodbye Yuan Yasuke, Su Mu felt like he had seen a dead person.
The hall soon became lively, with no less than a hundred people, not only the nobles, but also the heads of major chaebols, as well as outstanding young juniors of these families.
Su Mu didn't see Hideo Mitsui.
Obviously, as the heir introduced by the Mitsui Zaibaku, he did not even have the qualification to enter here.
Perhaps this guy was encouraged by someone in the Demon City to stomp Su Mu, and was slapped in the face, and finally had to kneel down and crawl out like a dog, which led to his loss of his heir status.
Su Mu immediately smelled something.
No.
If we want to say that the status is noble, shouldn’t the next emperor Fujiwara be the most noble?
Why is his daughter, the prince in Taohua Palace, overtaken him?
You should know that in Japan, the level is extremely strict, and the behavior of the lower-level superiors is equivalent to rebellion. Even if you are right, you will be isolated afterwards.
How can I wait for my daughter if I am a father?
Still in the palace.
This cocktail party is definitely the highest level in Fusang, Japan.
No matter how high it is, the Emperor must attend.
Could it be...?
Su Mu couldn't help but feel a little excited and regretful.
If my strength is still there...!
If you do something casually, you can kill a group.
He believed that with his own abilities, no one could catch him, and it would be impossible to find out his identity.
Of course, after the group was destroyed, it was probably a sign of the Third World War.
Just think about this kind of thing, forget it, you can't do it.
What are you kidding?
Those who are as powerful as ancient warriors are not allowed to kill ordinary people.
The reason why rules are called rules is that they are not allowed to be broken easily.
Otherwise, don’t do anything else, just huddle in the bunker every day and count your toes to play.
It is impossible for the Emperor to attend any cocktail party.
Then the question arises.
Is there anyone with a higher status than Fujiwara?
Prince of Taohua Palace?
impossible.
so……!
It must be Fengzinan.
This prince in Taohua Palace is a great beauty, probably became Feng Zinan's toy.
I think so.
Otherwise, why would she become the female emperor?
Su Mu couldn't help but sneer.
If she inherits the throne of the Emperor, Shintoism will become the most powerful weapon in her hands.
Instead of Shintoism overriding the royal family.
The chaebols and ancient nobles will all be unified like never before.
At that time, Japan Fusang would embark on the old path of Meiji Restoration.
What the result is self-evident.
This hall is obviously a place specially used for banquets in the imperial residence. It is very large, with hundreds of people sitting in the middle, and with servants, waiters, and bodyguards, there are no less than five hundred people, and it does not seem crowded at all.
I have to say that the most interesting thing about this kind of banquet is the servants and waiters who serve so well that you are amazed.
Especially around the heads of the Hei and Genji, there were four beautiful waiters on both sides, with their eyes so good that they were invincible.
These old guys raised their hands and turned their heads. What did they want to do? These maids could guess at all.
The emperor is nothing more than that.
The palace maids of the Zhu family in Hongwu are far more grand than the ones, and the details are actually compared.
Unlike other noisy drinks, except for the old guys with the highest status, even the presidents and presidents of the chaebols are always careful when speaking.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in Bian's clothes walked in through the door.
Bianfu is a special dress for ancient nobles of Fusang in Japan. The shoulder pads are pointed, the collar must be three-point three-point, and the lower clothes and trousers are very long and dragged to the ground.
He shouted at the door:
"His Highness the Prince of Nei is here."
Swish!!
The entire hall was frozen in a row.
Everyone was like a conditioned reflex, and they put down the wine glass in their hands at the same time.
Even a few old guys with limited mobility would kneel away from the seat quickly, then put their hands on their foreheads, and a kneeling ceremony came.
A tall woman wearing a white kimono and her hair tied around her head walked in lightly.
Su Mu did not see Feng Zinan.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
OK.
If Feng Zinan was there, he would have lost his meaning when he appeared here today.