Put the phone on the charging pad and turn it back on.
Boss Jiang was driving the three women on the way to the restaurant.
He had a good sleep, and of course he felt refreshed. He drove with one hand and put his other elbow on the window, and asked with a smile: "Did you have fun?"
Open If you're not happy, you don't actually need to answer, you just need to look at the state of the women. People like Maotu, who are so energetic, slumped limply in the back seat after getting in the car.
“Jiang Chen, do you have water in the car?”
It’s true that there is no pot that cannot be opened.
But Mao Tu can’t be blamed. She saw someone being beaten away, but she didn’t know the reason.
Boss Jiang immediately looked at the rearview mirror.
Cao Jinse and Mao Tu were sitting in the back seat, looking out the window, as if they had forgotten the accident after a long time of settling.
This is the kind of mind Mr. Cao should have.
Jiang Chen was relieved, "No, just bear with it, we'll be here soon."
"Don't you have a bottle there..."
Maotu's eyes were sharp and he saw the central armrest. There is a bottle of mineral water in the cup holder of the box.
“I drank it!”
Jiang Chen said hurriedly.
That’s right.
This is exactly the bottle I bought when I came out of the Ancient Tower of Shock in the afternoon. It originally belonged to Cao Jinse.
In the rearview mirror.
Mr. Cao seemed to have blocked his hearing and had no reaction to the chat in the car.
The phone rang,
It was Jiang Chen's cell phone that was being charged.
He picked it up and glanced at the unfamiliar number. At the same time, the battery was charged to 36, and the speed was pretty good.
“Hello.”
“Mr. Jiang, I’m Watanabe Tetsuya. I didn’t disturb you.”
That prince whom we have met several times?
Jiang Chen was slightly surprised, but at the same time he responded calmly: "Hello, Your Highness, what can I do?"
"Tonight, Zizheng, I happened to have an appointment with some friends from the literary and art circles. Zheye wants to invite Mr. Jiang to join him, but he doesn’t know if Mr. Jiang is willing to give him a favor. "
If the question was about whether he had time, Jiang Chen could easily shirk it, but this Japanese prince used it. The words are quite sincere.
Whether you are willing to show your face or not.
It’s really hard to say no,
Don’t reach out to hit the smiling person.
Besides, the other party is at least a genuine member of the royal family.
“When?”
“Nine o’clock, Ginza, I will send the specific location to Mr. Jiang’s mobile phone, so I look forward to Mr. Jiang’s arrival.”
Nine point.
There is plenty of time.
But what did this Japanese prince ask him to do?
Not willing to be lonely, but also want to gain a sense of presence?
Jiang Chen has not forgotten that according to Fujiwara Reiki, the prince was behind the last road killer incident.
Of course.
Let's just listen to it. How credible Ms. Fujiwara's words are is a relatively idealistic question.
"Du Zhe is also looking for you?"
It seems that Mr. Cao's soul did not float out of the car.
“Well, I was invited to a party.”
Jiang Chen put down his phone.
“Are you familiar with him?”
Cao Jinse looked at the rearview mirror.
“It’s impossible to talk about it, because I’ve met Fujiwara Reiki several times.”
There’s absolutely no reason to talk about it.
Just very streamlined.
"Do you think it's necessary for me to go?" Jiang Chen looked up at the rearview mirror while driving.
“Mostly because I want to curry favor with you.”
“For a prince with only a name, there seems to be no need to waste time.” Jiang Chen said.
“Although the Japanese imperial family is not what it used to be, it still cannot be ignored in Japan. If we want Japan to develop in the long term, it is necessary to have good dealings with the royal family.”
Cao Jinse’s evaluation is very objective. , and then said: "The current Japan is like a disrupted chess board. Every chess piece does not want to miss this golden opportunity and is eager to adjust its position on the chessboard."
Jiang Chen smiled hoarsely, "The image is vivid and to the point."
"Just drop us off at the restaurant."
Mr. Cao looked out the window again, enjoying the gentle evening breeze.
After arriving at the place, the Maybach stopped, and Cao Jinse, the master and servant in the back row, got out of the car, including Duanmu Liuli, who was in the passenger seat.
They are all Japanese, so taking her there would be a embarrassment to her.
and.
How can a young Taoist nun who is a foodie be allowed to endure hunger.
Jiang Chen was about to say goodbye, but he didn't know that Cao Jinse had already led the two of them into the restaurant.
I really don’t worry about my own safety at all.
But yes.
Even if the last street killer was really the work of that prince, times have changed now.
The dust has settled.
Even if the current status of members of the royal family is not very high, it is presumed that His Highness Watanabe Tetsuya is still young and would not want to end his life here.
Maotu waved to him.
Taoist Duanmu did not hesitate much.
I don't know whether it was due to excessive physical exertion, excessive hunger, or the impact of the last beating incident.
Jiang Chen drove away.
The royal family does not travel freely, but they are not imprisoned prisoners.
The specific location is in a high-end club in Ginza.
It can be seen from this.
According to normal logic, most of the time there will be no mistakes. The Japanese prince did not have any malicious intent, maybe he just wanted to make friends with Boss Jiang?
Although it was said to be a "small gathering", after being there, Jiang Chen discovered that the scale was actually not small. The venue should have been reserved, and he could interact with the royal family. He was probably a big shot in the literary and art circles, but Jiang Chen The boss actually doesn't know much about the Japanese literary and art circles. The only person he knows is the two people who draw comics.
Of course, those two will not be there, they have passed away.
Du Zhe hasn’t seen it yet, for these big names in the literary and art circles. Boss Jiang must be a strange face too, so no one came over to say hello. They were chatting in groups of twos and threes, exchanging glasses of wine.
Business girls don’t know the hatred for the country’s subjugation, but they still sing as flowers in the backyard across the river.
There's a hint of that feeling.
No matter how bleak and bleak the Japanese economy is after being hit hard, these big names in the literary and art circles seem to have no consciousness and a sense of isolation from the outside world.
In addition to bearded old men, men with long hair, and fashionable men wearing sunglasses at night... seductive beauties are an indispensable embellishment in any circle, and this place is no exception.
No matter how miserable Japan is, no matter how many shortcomings it has, there is one fact that cannot be denied.
The beauties in Japan are not inferior to those in other regions. At this time, this club is full of flowers, with various types to see, and it feels like watching a fashion show.
The Japanese fandom culture is quite crazy. If the Japanese otakus were here, they would scream with excitement until they have a myocardial infarction. However, Boss Jiang has limited knowledge. Apart from admiring him, he has no one. You can tell the name with a face.
However, the appearance of Youdao's figure finally made him feel a little bit familiar.
The other party is actually dressed in a snow-white wedding dress, with a star crown on her head, a plump oval face and exquisite makeup. Even in this environment where flowers are becoming more and more charming, she is quite outstanding.
Jiang Chen felt that he had seen the other party somewhere, but he thought hard and couldn't remember.
So he had nothing to do, so he took out his mobile phone, took a photo and sent it to——
Mr. Luo.
It was past nine o'clock, and Luo Peng must not have slept.
As expected.
Not long after I sent the photo, I didn’t see any reply to the message, but the video popped up directly.
“Come on, come on!”
“The fishbone is stuck in your neck?”
“Jiang Chen, what are you doing?”
Mr. Luo When he got close to the screen, he seemed to be trying hard to see the scene on Jiang Chen's side, and his eyes seemed to pop out of the screen. Jiang Chen was generous and generous, picked up the phone and showed it to him, "I came to a party and saw a beautiful woman who seemed familiar to me. I'll send it to you for a look."
" You point the camera and I’ll take a look.”
Jiang Chen did as he was told and turned his front camera towards the Japanese beauty who looked beautiful and pure in a wedding dress.
“I’ll go!”
This should be completely confirmed, “Jiang Chen, stop pretending, you don’t know who she is?”
Jiang Chen will The camera was turned back, "I know, but I'm still asking you."
"Crying, making trouble, and Yuya."
Luo Peng looked disdainful, "You put on clothes. You don’t know each other, right?”
Three what?
Boss Jiang reacted, "Actress?"
"It's not like I haven't shared it with you. She is a trump card in the Japanese entertainment industry, and her works are all classics. It's a pity that she retired too early..."
As he spoke, Luo Peng couldn't help but look regretful and lost.
Everyone is young.
Facing the enlightenment teacher, I will still be more or less nervous.
Jiang Chen suddenly realized that he looked familiar. He subconsciously looked over there again.
Don’t say it.
Wearing clothes is indeed...
Wait a minute.
He didn’t read much at all.
"Jiang Chen, you still can. Why don't you go up and shake hands with me?"
"How about you come?"
Luo Peng's expression It has also become a bit weird. It’s okay to appreciate the works with the eyes of appreciating art. When you really meet a real person, the feeling is quite...complex.
"Take a closer look around and see if Hebei and Xinggong are there..."
"Mr. Jiang."
Du Zheye's voice came.
Jiang Chen couldn't listen to Mr. Luo's nagging anymore and hung up the video.
"Your Highness the Prince."
Perhaps knowing the other party's temperament, Du Zhe did not bring a group of people over to say hello, he was alone.
"How do you feel, Mr. Jiang?"
Du Zhe also looked around.
Jiang Chen nodded, "I haven't enjoyed such a relaxed atmosphere for a long time."
"These are our Japanese artists, who have created countless excellent works for our Japanese and even the world. ”
What can Boss Jiang say?
I can’t just nod.
After all, I am not bragging.
No matter how notorious Japan is, there is one industry that will never be affected.
That is the spiritual food for tens of millions of male compatriots around the world, enlightening, enlightening and inspiring generations of people.
Hmm.
It’s anime!
"Mr. Jiang, is there anyone you want to meet? I can call you over."
The intention of His Highness the Prince is too obvious. It seems that Mr. Cao really hit the target. Yes, I want to make friends with Boss Jiang.
It’s really not nonsense.
Actresses have a very high social status in Japan and can appear on the same occasions as members of the royal family.
At this moment, as long as Boss Jiang moves his finger, the goddess that otakus can only admire on the screen will take the initiative to come closer, allowing Boss Jiang to see her up close.
But it’s still the same sentence.
Distance creates beauty.
So Jiang Chen declined the other party’s kindness.
Du Zhe was not disappointed, "Mr. Jiang, it's too noisy here, let's move to a cleaner place."
Jiang Chen nodded.
Then he was invited to the door of a private room by the other party.
"Mr. Jiang, this is Mr. Kurosawa. Mr. Kurosawa is an actor, dancer, and director of a performing arts company."
This is Kurosawa standing at the door of the box The gentleman has a tough image, with a beard and a tall figure. Especially compared to Watanabe, he is definitely handsome, handsome, but his bones are not strong enough. Following Watanabe's introduction, he bent down in fear. Nearly ninety degrees, offering both hands.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang!"
Jiang Chen shook hands with him.
“Please.”
Du Zhe also gestured.
What made Jiang Chen feel a little strange was that he thought that Kurosawa would also come in together, but after he and Du Zhe also entered the box, the other party remained motionless, just guarding the door and helping to close the door.
He is a dancer, actor, director of an entertainment company, not a bodyguard, right?
Of course, as a guest, Jiang Chen wouldn’t say anything even if he was a little confused.
The space in the box is larger than expected, and there is also a T stage.
That’s right.
It’s like the ones in fashion shows, but a smaller version.
"Mr. Jiang, please take a seat."
The space is large, but only two seats are prepared.
Not long after Jiang Chen sat down, the lights in the box suddenly dimmed, and instead, a bright beam of light lit up on the catwalk.
Then.
Dynamic music sounded, and the melody exuded the charm of appropriate benefits.
Soon.
A well-dressed beauty appeared on the T stage to a precise beat, taking an elegant cat walk and showing off her youthful and noodle-like figure.
One person.
Two people.
Three people.
One after another.
The ring is fat and the swallow is thin.
An endless stream.
Jiang Chen didn’t choose, so he put them all on stage for display.
The fashion show on TV has been completely brought to reality!
The prince's power is small, but never forget the law of relativity.
This is also the first time for Boss Jiang to enjoy this kind of treatment. He had only heard of the Hang Seng Group's song and dance troupe before.
Compared to the present.
The Hang Seng Song and Dance Troupe is so small that it pales into comparison.
As expected.
Jiang Chen also saw the Mikami who appeared on the stage, wearing a pure and gorgeous wedding dress. When he walked on the stage, he blew him a lovely kiss.
The space may be smaller, but in terms of scale, it is even better than the catwalks on TV.
Although Jiang Chen didn’t recognize them, there was no doubt that these people who passed by him one by one and displayed like merchandise were all celebrities in the literary and art circles.
Boss Jiang’s determination is commendable. Although it is the first time to experience it, it is a bit eye-opening, but it is just a look, and there is still no expression.
Ever since.
Unconsciously, the clothes worn by the "models" on stage became cooler and cooler, evolving from cumbersome floor-length skirts and trousers to thin short skirts and tight shorts, and finally began to have Colorful bikinis appear.
Boss Jiang picked up the water glass prepared next to him. This was his only big move so far.
Du Zhe, who was watching the show together, also frowned, but was not in a hurry. After a glamorous idol with a royal sister style showed off her proud figure under a red one-piece bikini, the music suddenly changed. , more passionate and explosive.
The lights also flickered even more dazzlingly.
Without a doubt.
This kind of sign is usually a harbinger of the main event.
(End of this chapter)