This is a well-hidden, traditional Fusang style dry landscape garden.
Small and exquisite, with Zen charm everywhere.
A sakuhachi sound was monotonous and long, but it gave people a strange and gloomy feeling.
sakuhachi, also known as shakuhachi, is a musical instrument in China. It was introduced to Fusang in Japan by the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Now when it comes to shakuhachi, many people think this is a traditional Japanese musical instrument.
In the He-style small hall, there is a layer of reed mat, which is simple and simple, and is filled with a faint sandalwood.
On the small red paint tray, there was a bottle of warm sake and an egg-sized wine glass.
This bottle of sake has a very complicated name, called the Fourteenth Generation Grand Super White Dragon Spring.
The alcohol content is 16c, and it adopts the unique seven-hammer and twenty-spit process. It is almost purely hand-made brewing. It only brews once a year, and only 20 bottles of finished products are produced at a time.
The rice gradation degree of this sake is %.
What is this concept?
It is a complete grain of rice, % of which was ground, and the remaining white core, which was almost powder-like, was then taken to make wine.
Moreover, it is purely hand grinding, and this process takes 7 months.
In these aspects, Japan Fusang is almost perverted and strict, 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 wine must be astonishingly high.
This is the real best wine.
A middle-aged man in a kimono was enjoying the wine in front of him in small mouthfuls.
Every move of the other party exudes a strange aura, as if it is a robot, with a straight look, slow and rigid movements, but he enjoys it.
This is a set of etiquette followed by traditional Japanese gentry.
The so-called respect for beautiful things, even a bottle of wine, must be treated with the most pious attitude to drink it.
A man in black robe walked over quickly but silently, and knelt directly at the door.
The slight sound of friction in the clothes alarmed the middle-aged man.
His face suddenly became gloomy:
"Baga!!"
The man in black robe knelt at the door immediately crawled on the ground with an extremely standard earth seat, snorted and said in fear:
"Your Excellency, the matter is urgent. Please calm down. Qian Liqunsan has heard something that is not very good. Su Mu refuses to communicate."
"Nani?"
The middle-aged man frowned suddenly, staring at the man in black robe who was kneeling on the ground like lightning:
"Speak quickly."
The man in black robe quickly reported the news he received from Qian Liqun.
The middle-aged man suddenly stood up from his kneeling posture, walked quickly in the room for a few times, then stopped behind the man in black robe, and said coldly:
"It's just a tactic of trying to get."
The man in black robe raised his butt, always keeping his head only one centimeter away from the back of his hand, and dare not move at all.
The earthly seat means protruding to the ground, which is a kind of Japanese ritual. The lower ones are used for the superiors, or for apologizing and requesting.
The middle-aged man returned to his original position and sat down, slowly picked up the wine glass, sniffed it lightly, and said lightly:
"Where is that Su Mu now?"
"Have been taken to the police station."
"Who else has gone?"
"Jiang Wangshu has already rushed there, Fei Taiping should have arrived."
"A waste cannot compete with Jiang Wangshu."
The middle-aged man said lightly that there is a kind of domineering power in his words:
"It's time to throw a few important pieces out and keep them for so long, so they should contribute to the empire."
The man in black robe trembled all over, but he didn't dare to look up:
“You mean…!”
"Wake up those pieces."
The man in black robe could no longer maintain his body. He looked up at the middle-aged man in horror and reminded him in panic:
"Your Excellency, that's...!"
"Um?"
The middle-aged man's eyes shot out two cold waves, staring at the man in black robe.
The man in black immediately lowered his head and maintained his posture of holding his head on the ground:
"yes."
His identity is not qualified to question any words the other party said. Even if the other party asks him to seduce the stomach, he will commit suicide without hesitation.
The rank of superiority has long been engraved into his family genes.
The other party is his master, and it cannot be changed from generation to generation.
The middle-aged man slowly withdrew his gaze, put down his wine glass, and said with a smile:
"Miruikun, the other party is just a knife in our hands. You don't have to worry about anything. I said that after this, you will be the master of the Mitsui Caibo, do you understand?"
The man in black robe suddenly yelled with excitement:
“Hi Yi.”
The Mitsui chaebol, the leader of the four major chaebols in Fusang, Japan, is also one of the top chaebols in the world.
How awesome is this chaebol? Anyone with a little bit of financial knowledge knows it.
Back then, it was these four major chaebols who even proposed the arrogant slogan of buying Amelica, forcing its beautiful father to do a financial harvest, which directly interrupted the backbone of Japan Fusang.
Even so, the four major chaebols still have terrifying wealth that ordinary people cannot imagine.
The middle-aged man poured himself another glass of sake and said in some intoxication:
"This is the taste of power, Mitsui Kung, many things don't need to consider the process, just the result. If we win, we will naturally win everything. No matter how beautiful the process is, if we lose, it will be false.
Do you understand?"
"But..., you are not worried about... your other competitors? If you let them...!"
"What are they? Grab my handle?"
The middle-aged man smiled sarcastically, his eyes were distant, and he looked at the dry mountains and river courtyard outside, and said in a cold voice:
"Shintoism can only be mine. When I become the high priest of Shintoism, what threats do they... have?"
The man in black robe swallowed secretly, raised his head and knocked it hard:
"Die for you."
The middle-aged man smiled gently:
"Go and wake up those families and let them fight with Jiang Wangshu. It will definitely be very exciting at that time."
The man in black robe kept his body protrudingly and crawled backwards, retreating until he retreated to the door, then slowly got up and left silently.
After the man in black robe stepped down, the middle-aged man smiled strangely.
He had a few more Go pieces in his hand.
Put them one by one on the reed mat in front of you.
The black one is Jiang Wangshu.
The other three white ones represent the identities of three people. In terms of status, they all exist at the same level as Jiang Wangshu.
It is unimaginable that the families represented by these three chess pieces have how terrifying the strength they have when they are united together.
And they will actually be the secret chess of Japan Fusang.
What a crazy thing this is?
"Jiang Sang, what expressions do you look like when you see these three people?"
"I hope you... don't let me down too much."
"Su Mu, if you can play hard to get, I can let you...!"