But five seconds felt like a century had passed. The two cars crossed and staggered, and I could no longer see Luo Xiangdong in my sight, but his face kept hovering in my mind.
I never dreamed that Li Yanshu was Luo Xiangdong’s girlfriend.
I found out about the secret girlfriend of my boss, not to mention that this scandal was not even exposed by the media reporters. It was discovered by me first. This made me feel very scared, for fear that Luo Xiangdong would kill me and silence me.
I was anxious all the way, riding an electric car back to the original place. After I got along with everyone, I had to put away my strange mood and lead everyone to the next location with a smile on my face.
At noon, we ate at a mid-to-high-end Western restaurant in the city. There were eleven people in our group, and the clerk chose a long table for us.
Nakamura Yan and I sat at opposite ends of the long table, with at least three meters between us.
At the dinner table, everyone was discussing where to go for the afternoon. I had already thought about it. Anyway, these men just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, so I would take them to a dark place, wherever it was dark.
I said in Japanese: "We can go shopping in the afternoon, and when it gets dark, we can go to the largest entertainment city in Night City or a nightclub."
I thought my proposal was right in my heart, but I was surprised to see Nakamura Hiko shake his head and reply: "Ms. Liang, I don't like noisy places too much. Is there anything quieter?"
When I heard this, the first image that came to my mind was a group of people sitting in a tea room drinking tea.
Could it be that I have a wrong view of these Japanese customers? Am I too petty and misunderstood them
Because I didn’t think of anything other than entertainment venues, so I couldn’t think of anywhere to go for a while.
At this time, Miko, who was sitting next to Nakamura Yan, smiled and suggested: "How about we go to the hot springs? I heard that Japanese people like hot springs very much, and it is very quiet there."
When she finished speaking, Nakamura Yan glared exaggeratedly and praised: "Okay, very good. I have been to Night City many times, but I have never soaked in the hot springs here."
I looked at his beaming expression and thought to myself, it's not that I have a villainous heart, but that my heart is not deep enough.
Middle-aged men like this, who are around thirty-five years old, are really no better than young boys. They like dark and exciting places. What they want is comfort... and enjoyment.
While they were talking, I had already taken out my mobile phone and checked all the places where you can soak in hot springs in Night City. It happened that there was a hot spring club on the top of the mountain within 70 kilometers nearby.
I took a look at the per capita consumption there, and there were several zeros at the end, which shocked me.
But then I thought about it. Anyway, these invoices can be reimbursed when they are returned to the company. What should I be afraid of
Looking up at Nakamura Hiko who was chatting animatedly with Miko across the table, I smiled and said, "Mr. Nakamura, how about we go to a nearby mountaintop hot spring club after lunch?"
Nakamura Yan was in a good mood, nodded and replied: "You can arrange it."
The meal lasted nearly two hours, during which several Japanese customers were coaxed into laughing frequently by the women around them.
To say that there are no boundaries, it is definitely not something euphemistically called language and music, but the relationship between men and women.
I watched this group of men and women meet each other for only a few hours from morning to now, but they were already naturally holding hands or engaging in other more intimate gestures.
During this period, some people even made dirty jokes. Of course, their communication skills were not enough to achieve zero generation gap communication, so I had to do this kind of translation work.
I don’t think it’s any difficult to translate these words. What’s difficult is that I have to smile all over my face and pretend to be enjoying myself while translating calmly.
This feeling is the same as the soul being raped.
After coming out of the restaurant, I took a taxi to the mountaintop hot spring club in the suburbs. I looked at the time and it happened to be four o'clock in the afternoon.
Stepping into the lobby of the club, I was warmly received by the clerk. I went to the front desk to ask about the hot spring bathing methods here. The front desk said that there are two types of hot springs: open-air and closed. Each type can be divided into multiple people and a small number.
I turned around and asked Nakamura Yan for his opinion. Nakamura Yan replied with a smile: "Then let's soak in the open-air hot spring for a while. Let's go together. It will be more fun."
As soon as I heard that everyone was going together, I felt uncomfortable in my heart.
However, I had to lower my head under the low eaves, so I followed his wishes and turned around to convey it to the front desk.
The clerk led us upstairs from the side elevator, and then to a huge open-air hot spring area that can accommodate more than ten or twenty people.
The hot springs are surrounded by realistic rockeries and bright flowers and plants. At first glance, the hot springs are rising like a fairyland.
Maeda Ryuichi praised the beautiful scenery here and liked it very much.
I laughed along with it, thinking in my mind, how could I not like it when the per capita consumption is so expensive
After taking a look at the hot spring pool, everyone returned to the public area because they needed to take a shower and change into swimsuits.
Now that we have arrived at this place, I am naturally not stupid enough to not understand the thoughts of these Japanese people, so I pick up many people first. To put it bluntly, isn’t it just to see how many women look in swimsuits at once