Chapter 223 Dream Land
Professor Zhang has nothing to do and enjoys the excitement.
"The suit is too small. Get a bigger one, or tuck your belly in. People will think we are short of fabric."
Professor Zhang tugged at the hem of Fatty's suit.
Director Bai reprimanded: "Go and change it quickly. Change it now. There is no big one. If you can't make it in time, I have a few sets. Go get one for you."
You can't give up your identity for a set of clothes. Director Bai is serious.
Professor Zhang was walking around and saw the guest water sign in the front row with his own name on it. He waved: "Xiao Zhang, come here!"
Zhang Lin was busy and ran over: "Mr. Zhang!"
"Remove this and replace it with another one." Professor Zhang picked up the water sign and handed it to him.
Zhang Lin scratched his head: "We can't withdraw. These were arranged by Director Tan and reviewed by Director Han."
Professor Zhang was unhappy: "Why do you always have no courage in doing things? You are so cowardly when you are trying to do nothing, and you are dragging your feet when I ask you to withdraw your water card."
"There are so many foreigners watching, and I, an old man in his eighties, sit here. If you didn't know better, you would have thought that the Three Exports could not recruit talents. The old, weak, sick and disabled have all come out to make up the numbers. Withdraw, what does Han Jiangong have? If so, let him find me!" Professor Zhang said firmly.
Zhang Lin had no choice but to withdraw temporarily and report to Director Tan later.
Director Tan is hanging up the bronze medal at the Institute of Orthopedics. He needs to hang it up today and unveil it tomorrow.
Song Zimo came over while making a phone call, and Zhang Lin asked: "Didn't you go to pick up Fumiya Takahashi? Director Tian didn't find you just now?"
"No, he declined our arrangement and took care of his own accommodation." Song Zimo spoke Japanese, so he was arranged to pick up Fumiya Takahashi.
"What the hell, you still dislike us." Zhang Lin cursed.
Fumiya Takahashi arrived, the news spread, and many doctors were very excited.
The international nature of this conference was confirmed. Fumiya Takahashi, the master of the University of Tokyo Hospital, really arrived.
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The weather is good, Nandu Airport.
This was Takahashi's second time in China. He was a little reluctant, but he could not refuse Mr. Fujiwara's appointment and could only obey.
As soon as he got off the plane, he put on a Kowa mask, frowned and said, "Miss Miyuki had better put on a mask too."
Fujiwara Miyuki was a little dissatisfied: "Is it necessary?"
"Of course it's necessary! It's your first time to come to China and you don't know much about it. Here, smog often covers the entire city, doubling the incidence of lung cancer. Every time I come, I have obvious respiratory tract irritation. Symptoms.”
Takahashi also coughed a few times, indicating that the symptoms came on so quickly and he was not lying.
"It seems like this is your second time in China, right?" Miyuki Fujiwara felt that Takahashi's use of the word "every time" was a bit exaggerated.
Takahashi sensed Fujiwara Miyuki's dissatisfaction and wisely shut up to avoid making her unhappy.
The two of them each brought their assistants, and the group of four boarded Japan Airlines JL087 from Narita International Airport. After a flight of five hours and twenty-five minutes, they now landed at Nanto Airport.
The tall and slender Miyuki Fujiwara is like a star. She is walking through the lobby of the airport with her coat in her hand, attracting countless eyes, coveted by men and envied by women.
In fact, she is a star, with a height of 1.78 meters and a beautiful face. She once starred on the T stage and won the Victoria's Secret show. She is also highly educated. She is a goddess in the eyes of many Japanese men.
Takahashi Fumiya and Sasaki Jiro are all her fanatical suitors. Countless men in Japan's upper class society, both old and young, are coveting her.
Helpless, the Fujiwara family is a prominent family in Japan and has great strength.
Therefore, Miyuki Fujiwara could only watch these men from a distance and did not even dare to think of reaching out.
As for Takahashi, who looks wretched and walks with Miyuki Fujiwara, it is very easy for people to think of beating him in a group.
When they came out of T1 terminal, Ms. Yoko who greeted them was already waiting at the exit, holding a Japanese sign in her hand.
"Welcome Ms. Fujiwara and Mr. Takahashi!"
Fujiwara Miyuki and Takahashi saw the Japanese welcome sign at a glance.
"Is this the manager Yoko Inoue?" Takahashi asked.
"Welcome Ms. Fujiwara and Mr. Takahashi!"
Yoko bowed, and the etiquette for meeting was Japanese. Fujiwara and Takahashi returned the bow. Under Yoko's guidance, they walked for a few minutes to the P1 parking lot.
A Toyota Alfa has been waiting for a long time. The driver, wearing white gloves, gently opened the door. Yoko said guiltily: "Thank you, Miss Fujiwara and Mr. Takahashi, for your hard work. Please get in the car!"
Miyuki Fujiwara gracefully boarded the Alpha. She and her assistant sat in the front row, while Takahashi and his assistant sat in the second row.
Regardless of the principle of ladies first, or the status of members of the Fujiwara family, this arrangement is necessary.
The driver drove smoothly, there was no nodding when braking, and there was no pushing back when starting. The destination was the Japanese-style high-end hotel in G City - The Prince Akatoki.
ThePrinceAkatoki is a high-end hotel chain owned by Japan's Prince Hotels, and the shareholders behind Prince Hotels are the Fujiwara family.
A hotel is not even a hair in the middle of a powerful consortium.
But when they arrived in G city in China, there was only one hotel where they could stay. Yoko Inoue was the executive director of the hotel. When she received the notice from the Japanese headquarters, she decided to pick her up in person.
"Miss Miyuki, this is your first time in China. Earth-shaking changes have taken place here, with high-speed rails extending in all directions, wide highways, bustling business districts, and dense factories—" Yoko felt that calling her Miss Miyuki was more awkward than calling her directly. Fujiwara's surname is even more respectful.
"You haven't seen that they also have places called urban villages. They are hidden behind high-rise buildings, with sewage flowing across them and overcrowding. Fat rats swagger through the city during the day. They will also build so-called landscape walls along the highway to block the dilapidated places behind. , To avoid damaging the image of the place from entering the sight of tourists." Takahashi was silent for a long time and couldn't help but speak again.
"I think the flaws cannot be concealed. Even the United States, which people all over the world yearn for, still has the proliferation of drugs and guns, the slums are dirty, and the unpreventable robberies in the subway. The same is true in Japan. Even in the golden world like Ginza, there is unseen filth behind it. "Fujiwara Miyuki is impatient with Takahashi's prejudice.
Miyuki has been fond of Chinese culture since she was a child. She can speak Chinese, can recite Tang poetry, and has read four major classics. Her favorite Japanese city is Kyoto because it preserves the ancient architecture of the Tang Dynasty style. Miyuki came to China for the first time. She looked out the car window with novelty and kept marveling.
The majestic airport, brand-new highways, and numerous factories.
This great nation is reviving, and no one can stop her firm steps.
Takahashi, too biased!
"Every country has shortcomings, especially countries that are developing rapidly. I don't think this means anything. They are changing, changing every day, which is great." Miyuki was like a child, unable to contain her excitement.
Vibrant and grand, this is the China in her dreams.
She often dreams that she is in the classical Tang Dynasty, wearing beautiful Tang clothes, walking across the bridge to the sound of piano and harp, lowering her head shyly.
“Look, that’s a pure electric bus!”
Miyuki has seen pure electric buses from China in Japan, which do not emit any exhaust emissions.
The high-speed train is speeding across the viaduct.
"Shinkansen?" Miyuki almost screamed.
China's high-speed rail is better than the Shinkansen.
With a land area of 9.6 million square kilometers, what is the concept of high-speed rail extending in all directions? Miyuki closed her eyes and imagined.
"I want to stay here longer, I want to take the high-speed rail and walk around."
"Yoko is willing to be Miss Miyuki's guide."
"Nothing to make a fuss about, it's just a copycat of our Japanese ones."
Takahashi is very disgusted with Fujiwara Miyuki's performance. If others were like this, he wouldn't care, but as a young lady of the Fujiwara family, she is obsessed with China.
"Imitation? Which of the pursuers didn't start with imitation? Didn't Japan start by imitating Europe? Didn't the United States start by imitating Europe? Is the car original to Japan? Is it original to the United States?"
Miyuki disagrees with Takahashi and hates his arrogance.
I hate that he always looks at the land of his dreams with disdain.
"It's all an industrial area, and all kinds of products are constantly coming off the assembly line and shipped to all over the world."
Yoko introduced Miss Miyuki. She has been in China for five years and is very familiar with it.
"Most of these factories are low-tech processing plants. Workers work overtime and earn a meager salary. Do you know why replantation of amputated fingers is so developed in China? Because of overtime, overwork, and unprotected production, there are many incidents every day. A large number of cases of fingers broken by machines have given birth to a group of doctors with excellent microsurgery skills.”
Takahashi felt angry, and he had the responsibility to let Miss Miyuki know her way back.
Although Miyuki is a daughter of the Fujiwara family and the sister of her teacher Masao Fujiwara, she is also a colleague with Takahashi, so Takahashi speaks more boldly and is not as thoughtful and arrogant as Yoko.
"They sent the Jade Rabbit to the moon, built the Beidou satellite navigation system, and ambitiously planned to build a space station. They will become the second country to land on the moon. They have completed an unimaginable transformation in just a few decades. Before your eyes, Mr. Takahashi, please restrain your narrow-mindedness, the lion will not become a cat just because you say it is a cat!" Although Ms. Fujiwara was very dissatisfied, she still maintained basic politeness and tried her best to argue. Resolve differences.
"Okay!" Takahashi surrendered, sitting in the back, not daring to speak anymore, and kept shrugging his nose.
The Toyota arrived at the hotel and parked at the hotel gate.
"Miss Miyuki please!"
"Mr. Takahashi, please!"
"Is there a high-speed rail station here?" Miyuki asked.
"Nandu Station, No. 1 in Asia." Yoko got off the car and opened the door himself.
"After the meeting, I'm going to take the high-speed rail and walk around. It's great!"
"It criss-crosses the east, west, north, and south, and high-speed rail runs through the whole of China. You can go anywhere you want, Miss Miyuki. If you do this, it will take many days. This is not Japan."
"It doesn't matter, my visa time is enough."
When we arrived at the hotel lobby, the decoration of the entire hotel was Japanese-style, and the services were also Japanese-style.
"Please come with me. You two can have a meal after taking a short rest. Miss Miyuki, I have prepared Chinese food for you." Yoko bowed, and Miyuki and Takahashi entered the VIP elevator.
"Why not arrange Japanese food?" Takahashi was very dissatisfied.
Yoko said apologetically: "Tokyo has repeatedly asked us to arrange Chinese meals for Miss Miyuki. We have also prepared Mr. Takahashi's Japanese cuisine. Please rest assured."
Miss Yoko is smart and capable. Among the few Japanese women who put their career first, she stands out. She arranges her work to perfection with the unique delicacy of Japanese women.
"Ms. Miyuki, the Sanbo Hospital you want to attend is about an hour's drive away from here. We will deliver you to the venue on time tomorrow."
Yoko led Miyuki and her assistant into the most luxurious suite in the hotel, and the person she arranged led Mr. Takahashi to the suite on another floor.
"Do you know Chinese?" Miyuki asked in Chinese.
"Of course! I have lived in China for five years." Yoko answered in Chinese.
"Then, let's communicate in Chinese!" Miyuki Fujiwara was in a very good mood.
The land of dreams did not disappoint her.
(End of chapter)