Three-quarters of the earth's surface are all oceans. The deepest distance of the ocean is higher than that of the Himalayas. In this magnificent and profound ocean time and space, there are too many secrets that have not been known to human civilization so far.

Deep in the Pacific Ocean, some island.

This was originally an unknown desert island. Until one day, this island that had not been visited for thousands of years suddenly became lively. Ships and planes came and left, and the roaring machines and strange-decorated people were busy day and night. Soon, the island, which still had no changes on the outside, had undergone earth-shaking changes inside, and it finally had its own name - Devil Island!

Qian Xianghui and the fat Kikujiro Matsui sat in a submarine, crossed the depths of the ocean, snorkeled out of the sea, and walked through the vast blue waves. Along the way, he tried hard to restrain the shock that all this brought to himself and tried to act calm and composed. Because Matsui and the beautiful Miss Takeda around him claimed to him more than once that he was the chosen son and shouldered the important task of revitalizing the Matsui chaebol in East Asia. As a current big shot, he could not lose his part.

The vast Pacific Ocean has even more science fiction submarine equipment than in the movies, and the beautiful Oriental women who make him dizzy... All of this made him tremble all over and couldn't help but tremble all over and couldn't help himself.

"Qiansang, the Devil Island is coming soon, and you will become the first foreigner to make a pilgrimage." Yumi Takeda walked over with a smile and handed him a glass of red wine, and her little hand was still gently shaking it in his hand.

Qian Xianghui immediately shivered. Fat Matsui in front of him said, "Yes, Qian Sang, this will be a great honor. Even I was only the second time I made a pilgrimage. The last time was on the original Madman Island. What's regretful is that I was beingsed by those flowers..."

Speaking of this, Fat Matsui suddenly stopped and didn't say anything more, because Madman Island had been destroyed. The one who destroyed it was the overseas legion of Ouyang Jun of the Chinese. Although Qian Xianghui was their newly cultivated agent, he was also from China after all.

"... Qian Sang, as long as you work hard, it will surely shine on the history of our great Japanese kingdom. Let me tell you, our holy father, Matsui Saemon, was not a member of the Matsui family, but with his unremitting efforts, he eventually became the leader of the greatest Matsui chaebol," Matsui Kikujiro patted Qian Xianghui on the shoulder, "Believe that, as long as you work hard, you will definitely have such a day!"

Qian Xianghui opened his mouth wide. For so long, he had seen the overwhelming power and luxurious life of Kikujiro Matsui. Even people like him were so awe of Zaemon. If he really became a person like Zaemon in the future, what kind of life would he live?

He shook his big head, and a arrogant ambition also rose. "Hello Kikujiro," Qian Xianghui drank a few sips of red wine, and his big round face flushed excitedly, saying, "Please rest assured, with my Qian Xianghui here, everything is in control!"

Humph, since childhood, everyone said that I was too big, and I pretended to be smart. Qian Xianghui was praised by Takeda Yumi and others every day, and now he believes that he is not a mortal, otherwise how could he become the chosen son of the Matsui Zaibattle?

The submarine slashed the waves and quickly drove into a secret harbor. Qian Xianghui only saw that in addition to them, there were two very strange ships parked in the harbor. He also saw a few staff members wearing blue ones, as if they were coming out of the future, and they were wearing hoods.

Soon, they seemed to have gotten into a car, but there was no sound or the feeling of driving on the road, but they moved forward very quickly, like riding in the wind.

There was always silence around me, and I walked and stopped, and finally, I finally paused.

The hood was taken down. Qian Xianghui opened his eyes and looked like he was in a dream. This was an empty hall, extremely large, with a bit of ancient Roman feeling, but it had a strong sci-fi color. Qian Xianghui only had this feeling in science fiction movies.

Just in front of the few people was a big couch, with a back in a pure white robe sitting there, with his back facing them, long white, almost hanging to his waist. He was looking at a picture floating in the air in front of him.

The picture is three-dimensional, and it seems to be a engineering drawing or a structural drawing. Different numbers and texts flash around it, and they are flipped in all directions from time to time.

"His Excellency Zuoemon, Kikujiro offers you the most loyal respect!" Fat Matsui in front of him, tightly knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply.

Takeda Yumi knelt down immediately, prostrating her devoutly (women always have two more bodies)

"Kneel, kneel down, Fat Matsui said, Lord Zuoemon is 200 years old, so you won't suffer any loss if you kneel." Qian Xianghui came back from his shock, and thought with his little eyes rolling around, and then he fell to the ground.

The man in white on the seat raised his hand and waved it. The wide sleeves of the robe seemed to be floating in the wind, with a certain ecstasy.

"His Excellency Zaemon, if you wish, we have brought Qiansang, the chosen son of East Asia, to listen to your teachings. Also accompanying us is the excellent rookie of the Empire, Miss Yumi Takeda."

"See Lord Zuoemon!" Takeda Yumi said with a hint of tremolo. At this time, she was not as calm as Qian Xianghui. No wonder Qian Xianghui was born as a scoundrel and really face to face. He cares who you are, but he has no scruples.

"Your Excellency, Qian Sang is the candidate we have exhausted our efforts and selected. His IQ is 17, better than Einstein. He is extremely smart. He has been thriving from the streets of the city since he was a child. He is bold and meticulous. He also has a group of brothers and has excellent management skills. In short, in the words of Chinese people, he is a social person. Such a person can easily subdue the common people with strong support..."

"Is this really the case?" said a magnetic voice. This voice is not old, but on the contrary, it has the distinctive ups and downs of Japanese language. There is no sense of old age that even in sixty or seventy years old. Instead, it has an indescribable power to capture people.

Fat Matsui seemed a little surprised and hurriedly said: "Yes, Lord Zaemon, with our help, Qian Sang has subdued many forces and established a network that penetrated into the north and south of the country of Maozi and China, Central and Western Asia, and even established a planting base in the depths of the Daliao Mountains on the border. This trading network alone can bring us a steady stream of money and corrupt their souls..."

"Is this really the case?" the voice repeated again.
Chapter completed!