Things were completely different. In the second half of the fight, Zhu Tong was mostly a puppet; it was the female living Buddha who manipulated him to defeat Nomura Hanami with the help of a prayer wheel.
The female living Buddha snickered and helped Zhutong walk to the villa. Everyone was playing Tantra. Nomura Hanahai may be very good at kung fu. Compared with the female living Buddha, the Tantric spiritual practice is not even worse than that of the female living Buddha. In a sense, it should be
It was Zhu Tong and the female living Buddha who teamed up to defeat the old gardener.
"Master, we are in Japan now. Don't make the master too unhappy. They are already very polite to you."
"Yes." Zhu Tong replied, suddenly feeling something was wrong, and said with a straight face: "Are you the leader or am I the leader?"
"You are the leader, I am just afraid that you will suffer a loss."
"Oh." Zhu Tong turned around with a grimace and stopped looking at the female living Buddha.
Nomura Hanami changed her clothes and sat peacefully in the living room of the villa. It seemed that he had not escaped just now but came back to make tea for the guests. Miss Jingchi Xuemei just came down from upstairs and looked at Zhu Tong with a complicated look, politely
Said: "Mr. Matsui just called and wanted to see Mr. Li off. He wanted to thank him in person for his life-saving grace."
"Oh." Zhu Tong responded and sat across from Nomura's sea of flowers.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Matsui Shiki appeared at the villa on time. With the support of his grandson Matsui Heishi, he invited Mr. Li to a quiet restaurant in the suburbs. Ichi Yukimi did not accompany him because of physical discomfort.
"I would like to propose a toast to Mr. Li on behalf of my grandfather." Heishi Matsui picked up the exquisite glass and toasted to Zhu Tong with a smile: "Thanks to Mr.'s magic, my grandfather can come to Tokyo again."
The wine is good, and Zhu Tong drinks it all in one gulp; the dishes are prepared by Japanese flower cuisine masters using various flowers, which are just in line with Zhu Tong's taste.
Matsui Heishi's Chinese is not very proficient, maybe because he doesn't speak it often; even so, the guests can feel his enthusiasm and sincerity throughout the meal.
"Mr. Li, how long can I live?" Matsui Shiki was more concerned about his own health and asked carefully after drinking three glasses of wine.
"Mr. Matsui's illness has been cured, if nothing else happens." Zhu Tong looked at Matsui through his glasses, paused and then said, "Let's drink to Mr. Matsui's longevity."
A good atmosphere requires everyone's cooperation. As Zhu Tong said, of course both the host and the guest will be happy.
Doctors at Kyoto Hospital have carefully examined Matsui Shiki twice. The sophisticated modern medical equipment proved that the cancer cells in Matsui Shiki's body have completely disappeared, and his current physical condition is similar to that of a man in his fifties.
This should have been a miracle, but under Matsui's request, the doctors did not dare to publicize it to the outside world. Kyoto Hospital deliberately invited the doctors who created the miracle to have an exchange, but they were also rejected.
However, Matsui Shi was still a little worried about Zhu Tong. He nodded, and Matsui Heizhi took out a red envelope and smiled sheepishly: "This is a little thought from grandpa. Please accept it. Grandpa said that every year from now on, he will
On his birthday, every husband will receive a gift like this."
"As long as I live, this meaning will double every year." Matsui said simply.
Zhu Tong pushed open the red envelope: "I can't accept it, Miss Xuemei has already given it to me. It's my job to treat my husband, so you don't have to be polite." He could only do this. The old liar had promised to make things right with Jingchi Xuemei.
Because of the relationship, accepting money from the Matsui family would obviously cause Iike Yukimi to misunderstand.
"In this case, please sir, please transfer these 100,000 US dollars to the people who need it. I am not familiar with China. If possible, please sir, use this money to build a few schools. This is my respect for Chinese medicine."
When Matsui Shiki said this, the little liar had no choice but to accept it, and couldn't help but feel a little sad. If Matsui Shiki could do what he said, it would double every year. If this old guy could live for ten years, that would be more than 50 million... US dollars.
Ah, if he could live twenty years...
Just kidding, this old guy can't live for twenty years, and there aren't many people in the world whose lives are worth so much. What he said at the dinner table cannot be taken seriously, and there are no official documents. Half a million dollars a year should be pretty good.
Zhu Tong understood: this red envelope really cannot be accepted, Matsui Shiki is testing himself; no matter how rich the Jingchi family is, they cannot go bankrupt because of him.
On the way to send Zhu Tong to the airport, Matsui asked carefully: "Dr. Li, what should I pay attention to in the future?"
"Let Master Huiheji diffuse aromatherapy for you once a week. Exercise appropriately, preferably swimming. Also, drink a glass of wine every day, try not to eat meat, drink more tea and enjoy flowers. You will definitely live to be a hundred years old.
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"Definitely, definitely. Thank you sir for your advice, Pingzhi. I remember the ikebana master in Kyoto...that Nagakawa..."
"Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely invite him to accompany you." Matsui Heizhi should be really happy, he is the biggest winner in this compromise; he turned around and said: "Grandpa can often go to Shanghai to visit Mr. Li, Miss
I have decided to invest in China, and I will go to Shanghai next month, so I can see my husband again."
"What's the plan?" Matsui asked. He was a little disappointed. It seemed that he no longer needed to worry about family affairs.
"Mr. Li's friend invited us to cooperate. The lady decided to establish a joint venture between Fukui Shipbuilding Company and Shanghai Zhongtian Shipping to build a large shipyard in Shanghai. The lady will attend the formal signing ceremony. My task is to inspect the environment in Shanghai and Mr. Tian's company
, Mr. Ikeda has done a lot of work in the early stage, and I will cooperate with him to negotiate the formal cooperation terms with Mr. Tian. Mr. Li, I will have to trouble you when the time comes."
"It should be." Only then did Zhu Tong know Mr. Tian's purpose of coming to Japan: to cooperate with the Jingchi Consortium to build a large joint venture shipyard.
Mr. Tian has such a big appetite!
"The Ikeda family has taken the lead again." Matsui muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Grandpa, you can't say that. The Fukui Company under the consortium has become a burden to the family ten years ago and has been losing money over the years. Due to cost reasons, many of our contracts have been snatched away by Koreans. Ikeda-kun has a good vision, and he
If Fukui moves to Shanghai, shipbuilding costs can be greatly reduced. We have technical advantages. If Fukui Shipbuilding moves to China, the land on the Seto Sea can be used for a lot of things. I think this is a very good business. Miss, please come.
Another idea in Tokyo is to meet some old friends and ask them to persuade politicians to support this project. The government has always been very strict in controlling Japanese shipping companies, especially the several patented technologies owned by Fukui Company. Without your support,
It will be very difficult for us."
"Understood." Matsui looked at his grandson lovingly. It was obvious that Matsui Heishi's mind and vision were much brighter than him; "Just do it. Since old Matsui is not dead, go to the minister's house and say a few words."
Words are no problem."
Is it only the Japanese government that has strict control? Zhu Tong immediately thought of Mr. Tian, and the Chinese government’s control over such a large-scale joint venture shipyard... Hi! That is Mr. Tian’s business, what does it have to do with him? With Mr. Tian’s connections and energy,
It shouldn't be a problem if you get the relevant approval documents.
Huh? That's not right. Although Zhu Tong didn't pry in the past three months, he also knew a lot about the internal affairs of the Jingchi family. Matsui, the old and the young, are both top-notch people, especially Matsui Heishi, who was exiled to
After more than a month in Australia, I got a promotion after returning; just last night at Ms. Jingchi Xuemei’s birthday party, she was nominated as the president of the Jingchi Consortium, which is also the CEO.
Zhu Tong knew exactly what this incident meant. It was the old gardener from Nomura who was behind the return of the Matsui family. Now, two such shrewd people were discussing such a sensitive topic in front of them in Chinese. They all knew that they
I don’t speak Japanese.
To guard against the driver in front? This reason is not valid at all. The person who can drive for Matsui Heishi must be someone he trusts.
So, they deliberately let themselves know this information, but why? Even if they use countermeasures or empty city tactics, based on their current status, a little doctor with no money on his left hand and no power on his right hand seems not qualified to enjoy such treatment.
Using his own words to express his kindness to Miss Yukimi? Just kidding, leaving Japan and Tenye Ranch in such a hurry this time can be said to be Nomura Hanami’s attempt to drive him away from Iike Yukimi, while Matsui Heishi has already
He is Miss Xuemei’s chosen husband.
Maybe there is another possibility, using oneself to convey information, but to whom? The other party is at least a person qualified to participate in this game; is it Mr. Tian or Mr. Lan? After all, they are not quite right.
Zhu Tong was full of doubts, with a look on his face that he didn't understand what they were talking about; gradually he understood something: Matsui Heizhi was not very confident about Mr. Tian's strength, but for the sake of Miss Xuemei, this matter must be done.
good.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhu Tong, accompanied by an old man and a young man from the Matsui family, walked into the VIP waiting room of Tokyo International Airport and met the female living Buddha Qusangzhuom, who was accompanied by Ichi Xuemi. After a few polite words, the airport
Notifications can be registered.
Jingchi Xuemei looked normal. It wasn't until Zhu Tong walked into the corridor that she whispered: "Mr. Li, I hope to see you soon."
At ten o'clock sharp, the plane from Tokyo to Shanghai took off on time. Zhu Tong was dizzy again. The female living Buddha shook the prayer wheel at the right time, and the butterfly god fell asleep.
Zhu Tong said thank you to the female living Buddha with a complicated expression. He had not been able to appreciate the beautiful stewardess for a long time. His mood was similar to Matsui's: half his life could be said to be in the hands of this female living Buddha.
"Master, may I ask where Master lives?" The flight entered a stable stage, and the female living Buddha leaned into Zhu Tong's ear and asked.
The Jingchi family booked a spacious first-class cabin for them, and there were not many people around. However, Zhu Tong still ignored her without comment.
"Huh!" The female living Buddha put away the prayer wheel and closed her eyes to rest. Zhu Tong also closed his eyes, not to rest but to endure the torture caused by the butterfly god's gradual awakening.
He didn't dare and couldn't answer this question. Even the two senior brothers didn't know the address of the old liar in a small town in Shandong. If the female living Buddha came to find him, not to mention what would happen to the old liar, Aunt Zhou would definitely be unhappy.
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Moreover, in the next six months or even a year, Qusangzhuomu is destined to live in Shanghai, and Zhu Tong must receive aromatherapy once a week; at present, only Qusangzhuomu can master the dosage of aromatherapy.
"Don't worry, he will come to Shanghai often." Butterfly God showed signs of waking up. Zhu Tong couldn't bear the pain of Butterfly God's airsickness, so he had to compromise with his disciple.
Qusangzhuom smiled brightly and shook the prayer wheel gently, making Zhu Tong feel relaxed again.
At this time, the beautiful flight attendant came over and whispered: "I'm sorry, madam, it's a night flight now, everyone has to rest, please keep quiet."
Zhu Tong smiled bitterly and watched helplessly as the female living Buddha put away the prayer wheel again.