If Jiujin had such a tradition of hospitality, the little liar would be happy to enjoy it.
Zhu Tong calmed down and allowed Keiko to take off his clothes one by one. When only a crew-neck shirt and underwear were left, Zhu Tong stopped him.
The hot springs in Jiujin are actually just that. At least, after Zhu Tong soaked in them, he felt nothing but heat.
Keiko also took off her coat and was sitting on her knees outside the hot spring wearing only a thin skirt. She was not tall, about 1.6 meters tall, and had a pair of slender white legs.
She rolled up her sleeves and held a wooden spoon, constantly pouring hot spring water onto Zhu Tong's shoulders and head, gently rubbing his body with her soft hands; the water wetted her dress, revealing the exquisite and beautiful bulges.
Only then did the body reveal a strange sex appeal.
Zhu Tong was lying comfortably in the hot spring pool, with a beautiful woman serving her so considerately. In such a quiet and ambiguous place, it was a very pleasant experience for anyone, any man. The Butterfly God was waking up from weakness.
Turning around, Zhu Tong was too lazy to move, letting Huizi busy; thinking about Lan Zhanjiang's words in his heart.
Yesterday afternoon, Lan Zhanjiang invited Zhu Tong to Nanhai Gonglan and told him two things.
The first is to use the password and password handed over by Zhu Tong to open the Donghai Investment account. Mei Lanting has received an investment of 10 million. He also said: "Judging from the current market reaction, Miss Mei's early operation was successful;
Through the hype at this auction, the two painters became famous and the gallery recovered part of its investment."
The second thing is about this trip to Japan. Lan Zhanjiang said:
"The predecessor of the Iike Foundation is an ancient Japanese family, and Iike is the surname of the owner. We have very little information. We only know that a hundred years ago, the Ikeda family and the Matsui family were both subordinate retainers of the Iike family. Because
Due to an accident unknown to outsiders, the Ichi family was forced to compromise with the Ikeda and Matsui families, thus establishing a strange rule: Although the Ichi family and its property are still owned by the Ichi family, the Ichi family's
Management is held by the Matsui and Ikeda families in turns, and is replaced every twelve years.
"Matsui Shiki is the current head of the family and has been in charge of the Ichi Foundation for seven years. If he dies, his eldest son Matsui Masaga should take over as the president of the Ichi Foundation for the remaining five years. However, Matsui Masaga is an arrogant person.
He is arrogant and has ambiguous relations with several major chaebols in Japan. Even when Matsui Shiki was seriously ill, the board of directors of the Iike Foundation did not approve him to exercise the power of president on his behalf. You must pay attention to this person when you go to Japan this time. In order to do Iike
The president of the consortium, Matsui Masaga, can use any means."
After Lan Zhanjiang said this, Zhu Tong asked strangely: "Since it's just management rights, Matsui Masaga shouldn't care too much, right?"
"The assets of the Iike Group exceed 10 billion U.S. dollars, and their investments are spread across large companies in Japan and around the world; being in charge of such a large amount of wealth means having huge power and influence. In fact, in the past seven years, Matsui
Shiki has used this convenience to win great benefits for the Matsui family. If Matsui Masaga succeeds Matsui Shiki, he will be able to empty out the Iike Consortium in less than five years. Ikeda Kazuo desperately wants to save Matsui Shiki's family.
Mate, not because of how kind-hearted he is, but because compared to Matsui Masaga, Matsui Shiki pays more attention to tradition and has a bottom line when doing things. In five years, it will be the Ikeda family's turn to take power. Do you think he is in a hurry?
"
"Who else is in the Jingchi family? Don't they know?" Zhu Tong digested Lan Zhanjiang's information and was full of doubts about this trip to Japan.
"It's strange to say that few people have met people from the Ichi family. I only know that the current chairman of the Ichi Consortium is a young man. If Matsui Shiki cannot exercise the power of president, according to tradition, it should be this young man.
The person acts as the president of Jingchi Consortium.”
Time passed little by little, and Keiko stretched out her legs and jumped into the hot spring. She pressed her left hand on the solid muscles of Zhu Tong's chest. She admired something in her mouth and used her right hand to take off her crew-neck shirt.
"No need." Zhu Tong stopped her firmly.
Keiko looked at him strangely, said something softly, with a charming smile on her face, and slowly moved her hand down.
"It's not necessary here." Zhu Tong smiled and pushed Keiko out of the hot spring pool.
"Keiko, please go down." Kazuo Ikeda appeared in the corridor, followed by a girl in white.
"Mr. Li, the hot springs in Jiujin are the best in Kyoto, can you feel it?"
Zhu Tong was not used to talking to people in this way, and it felt boring to stand up. Since Kazuo Ikeda chose this time to visit, he must be able to think of his own state. Therefore, the little liar relaxed his body and asked lazily:
"Mr. Ikeda, is there anything we can't talk about later?"
"I'm sorry, it's really Miss Xuemei who insists on seeing you earlier. Let me introduce to you, Miss Jingchi Xuemei, and Mr. Li Xiang, the doctor who can use magic needles."
The girl in white took two steps forward. After this period of relaxation and the nourishment of the hot spring water, Butterfly God had returned to normal. Zhu Tong squinted his eyes and looked at her, and his heart moved slightly.
Her name is Jingchi Xuemei, she must be from the Jingchi family. She looks very young and has a pretty good life. Standing in the corridor, she is slim, with long hair shawl, and a white dress wrapped around her slender figure. She seems to be ready at any time.
It can fly in the wind. However, Jingchi Xuemei's pale and plain face still has a bit of childishness, but her eyes are persistent and cold; seeing Zhu Tong still lying in the hot spring, a trace of disappointment flashed under her thick black eyelashes.
"Sir, are you sure you can cure Grandpa Shi's disease?" Ichi Xuemi's Chinese was also very authentic. Zhu Tong completely understood and was about to be humble when he saw Ikeda Kazuo blinking anxiously next to him.
"I haven't seen the patient yet. Miss Xuemei's question is really difficult to answer."
Zhu Tong stood up and walked indoors covered with steam: "I'm sorry, I need to change clothes first."
"We are taking the liberty, please." Kazuo Ikeda moved out of the way.
Keiko was kneeling in the dressing area, having prepared a set of soft silk underwear.
"You go out first." Zhu Tong wiped his body with a bath towel and insisted on sending Keiko out; it was not easy for anyone to see the weirdness in him.
Five minutes later, Zhu Tong walked out of the dressing room. Ikeda Kazuo and Iike Yukimi were drinking tea in the living room, both of them a little carelessly. Keiko had disappeared.
"Can I see the patient now?" Zhu Tong looked at the CK watch on his wrist. The hands showed that it had been forty minutes since he entered Jiujin. According to what the acupuncture master said back to Heji, the Matsui-style medical therapy should be over.
"Miss Xuemei would like to know how sure you are?" Kazuo Ikeda said embarrassedly, blinking rapidly a few times.
What does this mean? Zhu Tong judged Ikeda's intention and said to Ikeda Xuemi: "No doctor will say how sure he is before seeing the patient. Before coming, I only knew that Mr. Matsui had pancreatic cancer."
.Miss Jingchi Xuemei, if you have a better way, why am I here?"
"Sir is right, we are not good." Jingchi Xuemei lowered her head deeply, revealing a section of her snow-white neck; "I will take you over right now. Grandpa Shi is in good spirits now. He also wants to see you?"
After saying that, Ichixuemi stood up; she and Ikeda had been kneeling on the floor, and when they suddenly stood up, they seemed a little dizzy, and their bodies were swaying and about to fall.
Zhu Tong reached out and took her wrist. Jingchi Xuemei's wrist was as slender as hers, and her body was as light as a cherry blossom. She fell into Zhu Tong's arms.
"I'm sorry, I lost my composure." Jingchi Xuemei struggled to stand firm, but Zhu Tong had already pulled out the Feng Xinghao and introduced a ray of warm Qi into her Laogong point; "Miss Xuemei's body is too
Weak, you should pay attention to rest."
Jingchi Xuemei's pale face became rosy, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes; she struggled to gently leave Zhu Tong's arms: "Thank you, Doctor Li, I believe you can cure grandpa's disease."
Ikeda Kazuo breathed a sigh of relief and gave Zhu Tong a thumbs up secretly.
Obviously, Jingchi Xuemei's steps are much lighter and her person is more lively.
The rooms in Jiujin were as complicated as the corridors. Zhu Tong followed Jingchi Xuemei around many corners before coming to a thick wooden door.
Two burly men appeared out of nowhere and looked at Zhu Tong blocking the door, saying something full of hostility.
"He is not an outsider, he is the doctor I invited to treat grandpa." Xuemei Jingchi said coldly.
Kazuo Ikeda walked up to them and pushed them away: "Tell Matsui Masaga that Master Shiki is not dead yet, and he has no right to interfere with Miss Yukimi's decision."
Matsui Masaga came out of the corner, sneered and yelled at Ikeda Kazuo, and the two started arguing, using Japanese that Zhu Tong could not understand. Iike Yukimi had already pushed open the wooden door, leading Zhu Tong in.
This is a residence similar to the one just now, but the difference is that the entire courtyard is enclosed by glass; the room is misty and filled with the smell of medicinal herbs.
In the corner of the living room, there were several people who looked like Western medicine doctors, always ready to operate several high-end instruments to maintain Matsui's life.
Sitting in the hot spring on the patio was a thin old man, and acupuncture master Hui Heji was removing the silver needles from his back.
"Grandpa Shi, Mr. Li from China is here to see you." Xuemei Jingchi stood under the eaves of the corridor and announced softly; Zhu Tong stood beside her and looked at Matsui Shi.
On the surface, Matsui Shiki was not in a very good condition. He glanced around with cloudy eyes, seemingly surprised at Zhu Tong's youth, and weakly said something unexpected: "Ikeda-kun said you are a miracle doctor."
Zhu Tong took a few steps forward: "Mr. Ikeda has already said that I am just a Chinese medicine practitioner."
"Grandpa Shi, Mr. Li can cure your disease." Jingchi Xuemei walked to Zhu Tong and gently held his arm; "I believe Mr. Li."
"Physician of traditional Chinese medicine... Mr. Li is very humble." Matsui stretched out his skinny left arm with difficulty, "Sir, please."
Zhu Tong pressed Matsui's pulse gate, closed his eyes and considered it for a while, then smiled brightly: "Mr. Matsui's illness is very troublesome."
"You have a solution, don't you?" Jingchi Xuemei asked nervously.
"Try it." Zhu Tong took out the dragon and phoenix star hair, twisted one in each hand, and inserted it into the Matsui style top door Baihui point and the back Dazhui point.
This is the first time Zhu Tong has used two magic needles. Matsui's body is too weak. Whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, when treating such a patient, the patient's foundation must first be stabilized.
The dragon star and the phoenix star each attract a trace of black mist, slowly injecting it into Matsui Shi's body; the dragon star soothes the scattered vitality, and the phoenix star's warmth protects his weak heart.
The acupuncture master Hui Heji watched Zhu Tong carefully as he moved the needle and put his hand on Matsui's pulse gate.
"Senior, I don't want outsiders to disturb me when I'm treating a disease; I believe you do the same." Zhu Tong took out the dragon and phoenix stars, smiled and said to the acupuncture master Hui Heji.
Although everyone is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, no one would be happy if they tampered with others during treatment. Besides, Zhu Tong also knew that Hui Heji was a practitioner, and when he saw dragons and phoenixes, there was something in his eyes that he couldn't hide.