In order to confuse the audience, Xiao Zheng deliberately slowed down a beat and entered one step behind Sophia.
The wing room is not big, only thirty square meters when it is full. But its layout, style, and even the decoration down to the smallest detail are extremely elegant. It can be seen that the taste of its owner is so high that it is difficult for ordinary people to catch up with him.
As the latter, Xiao Zheng politely closed the door. Then he turned around and followed Sophia's gaze to the man across the coffee table.
This is a middle-aged man who is in his forties at most based on his appearance. Hair is thick and meticulous. Even though he was sitting cross-legged at the coffee table, he could still be judged to be a strong and majestic man. The facial features do not appear to be sinister and flat, which is unique to the Japanese. Instead, it stood tall and tall. Full of life. There is a hint of majesty in his calm eyes. He is clearly a man who has been in a high position for a long time.
Sofia had heard about Ito for a long time, and she was not surprised at all when she saw the most powerful man in the Japanese Empire. On the other hand, Xiao Zheng, after meeting many powerful men like Lu Dashan and Lin Chaotian, had already guessed that Ito was by no means an ordinary person. At this moment, when he saw the real owner, he also pretended to be pious and came to the coffee table and followed Sophia to sit down.
"Tea, please." As the host, Ito was not as formal as the Chinese. He simply stretched out his right hand and placed two cups of freshly brewed hot tea in front of the man and woman. He said meticulously.
Sophia and the two were not polite, raised their glasses and drank the strong tea cooked by Ito himself. One was not afraid of being eaten by the other party, and the other seemed to be really thirsty and drank the fragrant tea in the cup happily.
"How?" Ito asked with a solemn expression. Speaks fluent English.
"Good tea." Sofia flattered her.
She is a Westerner and is used to drinking coffee and wine. How can she know anything about the Chinese and Japanese tea ceremony? On the other hand, Xiao Zheng, after being trained by Lu Dashan for half a year, has gained a broad knowledge of tea ceremony, and he also knows that a person who loves making tea and tasting tea will never have a lower taste no matter what.
"Mr. Xiao, what do you think?" Ito called out Xiao Zheng's surname, obviously knowing him well.
"Average." Xiao Zheng shook his head lightly, without any trace of surprise on his face, and said calmly.
"Oh?" Ito's dusty plain face relaxed slightly and he said in pure Chinese. "My friend, this saucer, paid a lot of money to buy it from Yanjinghua. The first batch of fresh leaves were picked and shipped back to China by air. They only arrived in my hands yesterday afternoon."
After a pause, Ito continued: "Tang Geng's "Tea Fighting" of the Song Dynasty once mentioned: When I smell tea, I don't care about the group, I want it to be new, I don't care about the water, I don't care about the river, I want it to be fresh. So I use freshness. Fragrance is the standard. What do you think is wrong, Mr. Xiao?"
Xiao Zheng smiled slightly and said: "There are countless types of tea in China. In the north and south alone, there are big bowl tea and Kung Fu tea. This is just the method of making tea. And the tea types in various provinces and districts are even more dazzling. A layman always thinks that tea The fresher the better, the more the water comes from the river, the clearer it is. However, if the water can be stored in quicklime for one to two months after picking, such as Longjing after the rain, Qiqiang, Dongting Biluochun, Mogan Huangya, Guzhu purple bamboo shoots, etc. Not only is the color of the soup still clear and crystal clear, but the taste is also fresh and delicious. The bottom of the leaves is still green and moist. Moreover, the soup that has not been stored smells slightly grassy, while the one that has been stored for a while has a refreshing and pure feeling. Another example is that it is abundant in Looking at the Wuyi rock tea in the land of Treasure Island, the two-year-old tea has a more fragrant aroma and mellow taste. The taste is not fresh and green, but like aged wine. The older the tea, the higher the grade."
An enigmatic and indifferent smile appeared on Ito's face. Instead of paying attention to Sophia, the host of this date, he was very interested in Xiao Zheng and said slowly: "You have been with Lu Dashan for half a year and you haven't learned anything from him. How to do business. But I have learned 70% of the tea ceremony. Is it because you don’t want to learn it, or because he doesn’t want to teach it?”
Xiao Zheng poured another cup of strong tea by himself, smiling and saying nothing.
At this time, Ito just laid his eyes on Sophia's face, raised his glass and said: "Miss Sophia, congratulations on your unification of Europe, please have some tea."
Sophia's expression was slightly stiff, but she still raised her cup to drink tea.
After drinking a pot of tea, Ito suddenly clapped his hands without waiting for the two to speak. Then, a middle-aged man in samurai uniform opened the back door and walked in holding a samurai sword that had not been sheathed. In the side room, he was barefoot, and although he held the katana tightly in his hand, there was no murderous look on his face. Not only that, but fear and despair kept flashing in his eyes. I don't know the reason for his appearance.
"Mr. Ito." Sofia raised her eyes slightly and said in a rather questioning tone. "What do you mean?"
"This is my gift to Mr. Xiao." Ito said with a calm expression.
"Gift?" Xiao Zheng frowned slightly and shook his head. "I'm not interested in men."
"You don't need to be interested." Ito said calmly. "But as long as he is dead, your business will be able to flow smoothly in Tokyo and throughout Japan without any worries."
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man kneeling by the coffee table suddenly tore open his shirt, then pulled out the samurai sword hidden in the scabbard, raised the sword, and pounced!
It stabbed hard into the lower abdomen.
Under Sophia's rather surprised expression, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain to complete the entire process of seppuku. Then he fell to the ground suffocated.
"Drag it out."
Before the blood soaked the white gauze tied around his waist, eager to penetrate and flow on the floor, Ito uttered two words ruthlessly.
Soon, two young men guarding the door walked barefoot into the side room and carried out the middle-aged man who had committed seppuku. Although the ground was not dyed red by a drop of blood, the smell of blood that filled the air lingered for a long time. Disgusting.
One second, Ito seemed to be a erudite bachelor who was immersed in tea ceremony, and the next moment, he seemed to have turned into a murderous demon, which was frightening.
Facing such a scene, Xiao Zheng's expression remained as calm as ever. On the contrary, she is more accepting of such bloody scenes than the sinister Sophia.
"The Phantom series cannot sell well in Japan because he blocked Mr. Xiao's way." Ito simply explained the identity of the middle-aged man who had just committed seppuku, which was considered a big gift to Xiao Zheng.
Xiao Zheng looked at Ito with a calm expression, and said with gratitude: "Isn't it a free gift?"
Ito nodded lightly: "Business is all about business. The partners Phantom found in Japan are too weak. Even if no one stops them, they may not be able to make a lot of money."
Xiao Zheng still said calmly: "Mr. Ito, do you want us to cooperate with you?"
"You produce the product, and I produce the channel. To explain it using Chinese abacus, it means adding two to one to make five, and we make money together. What do you think of Mr. Xiao?" Ito said.
Adding two to one makes five
That means one person and half.
Are you going to get half of it just for creating a channel? This money is too good to make, right? Why don't you just go and grab it
Although Xiao Zheng was unhappy, he still had a smile on his face and pursed his lips: "Mr. Ito is the largest arms dealer in Asia. Why would he be interested in our small business?"
"Small business?" Ito said slowly. "We have accumulated nearly 4 billion in wealth in just three months. Mr. Xiao, if this is a small business, how can there be a big business? Why don't you introduce a few more?"
Are you really optimistic about Phantom's potential
Xiao Zheng still had a smile on his face, slowly picked up the tea cup, drank the warm tea in one gulp, and suddenly frowned and said: "The tea is not hot anymore."
"I have fire." Ito said slowly.
"I still like to make my own tea." Xiao Zheng slowly put down the cup, raised his head and smiled. "Mr. Ito, I'm sorry, it seems you killed a loyal subordinate in vain."
Ito's calm and resolute eyes were full of sparkle: "He will not die in vain."
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