In the room, Haruko sat up, sorted out the messy long, and looked out the window and pulled Guo Xiaohai out of the yard with a mysterious and mysterious look.

"Son, I've been thinking about it all the way but I still feel it's inappropriate. I'll hurry back again. Fortunately, I'll come back in time." Guo Changgen whispered.

"What, what's wrong."

"Follow her," Guo Changgen pointed to the yard, "No, she is a Japanese woman. When I think about the things they did in Japan before, I will get angry. The villagers may also poke our backbone behind us... Besides, what should you do if your senior sister comes back in the future? What do you say..."

"What's this? Dad, what's the mess you've made..."

"Stop pretending to be confused with me, I saw it just now..."

Guo Xiaohai immediately lowered his head, wishing he could bury it in his crotch.

"Son, this woman is really beautiful, watery, and her big eyes, as if she could talk. It can be seen that she is also a good girl," Guo Changgen patted his son's shoulder again and said, "If you really can't bear to leave, then be a lover. If you can't do it, let's buy her a house in Japan..."

"Dad, what's this? You can think of it. They are my colleagues in my work and are working in a multinational way, this..."

"Yes, it's a transnational, but a transnational marriage is not good. I'll remind you in advance..."

Guo Xiaohai was speechless and couldn't make sense. He hurriedly pushed and pulled, and finally got his father away.

"Is there anything uncle?" Haruko sat cross-legged on the bed, tilting his head. The contrast between this gentleness and strength was too great compared to the original toughness, which made Guo Xiaohai stunned.

"No, nothing is wrong, uh... I'll ask you what you want to eat so that you can entertain your distinguished guest."

Haruko smiled, her beautiful eyes circulated, and she had a hint of playfulness. She looked at Guo Xiaohai and said, "Don't you know what I want to eat?"

Oh, this girl really has a magic power that makes people unable to stop...

North America, America's metropolis.

This is a well-known wealthy community in Manhattan, and it is also the place where the world's major luxury stores are the most concentrated. In other areas, at the price of a luxury villa, you can only buy a sea view apartment here, and it may not be possible. The real estate agents here are all wearing luxurious top-class suits. To live in the community here, you must not only go through a series of cumbersome procedures to prove that you have enough financial resources and enough taste in the upper class, but also prove that you have received a good elite education.

At this moment, in a top clubhouse next to the Central Park, a black Bentley stopped, the door opened, and a man wearing a suit and windbreaker with a slightly bald head. He was carrying a professional suitcase and a smile on his face formed by long-term dealing with various customers. This smile was calm and sharp, with a strong confidence to control everything, and a hint of arrogance.

He looked around with a keen look and walked slowly in. Soon, under the guidance of the waiter, he got on the elevator and stopped on a special floor. The elevator door opened, and a bodyguard in suit was already guarding there, making an invitation to him.

This is a secret and luxurious room, which can be seen from its dark red Nordic solid wood doors and windows. On the sand in the room, there was already a man sitting, a man, looking Asian, but strangely, even though the guests were visiting countless people, he could not tell the man's age.

In fact, his eyes were fixed firmly by the man's eyes. In his aftermath, he could only see the man's head white, which was pure white, meticulously combed in his ears, and with the extraordinary suit on his body, it had a strange effect.

The white man stared at him firmly, his eyes as if he was deep in the ancient well. The visitor felt that he was slowly falling into this rotating abyss.

In his hand, he was playing with a woodcut doll. It seemed to be a long time ago. It was a statuette of traditional Japanese Ukiyo-e with a hideous face. His hands were playing with it rhythmically. His fingers were very flexible. His thumb with his right hand was occasionally striking along one edge of the puppet...

The bald man felt his heartbeat and began to beat to the rhythm of his fingers.

As a banker who is used to storms, the visitor is a scheming person, but at this moment, he was a little nervous. The white man's eyes that seemed to be coming through the dark history time and space had a sense of authority and oppression. Unconsciously, fine beads of sweat had already oozed out of his nose.

The white man stretched out his hand to the sand beside him and signaled him to go in and sit down. The visitor put down his suitcase, opened it, and took out a few paper documents from it.

"Mr. Yoshino, here is... all the property in charge of...Mr. Kikujiro, scattered in Switzerland, Eastern Europe, North and South Africa..." The few visitors in decades became incoherent, and their legs could not help but trembled when they hit the coffee table.

The white man who asked Yoshino moved his fingers, and the black-clad bodyguard standing behind him poured a glass of brandy from the bar beside him, but his eyes were still not leaving the two and handed them to the visitor.

"Thank you, thank you..." The visitor drank it all and then calmed down.

"Mr. Black, I heard you are a well-known banker in Switzerland?" said the white man, his voice suddenly became as round as a middle-aged man with strong strength, and sometimes as hard as an old tree withered vines.

"Oh, yes, yes..." The banker named Black nodded hurriedly.

"Well, what is Kikujiro's asset-earnings ratio in the past two years?" asked the white man.

Banker Black lowered his head and flipped through several forms, finally raised his head and said, "Uh... the main assets are still worth preserving, just... that's..."

Black was hard to say, and he also knew that the guy with the pseudonym Yoshino Kikujiro was all possessed by the family. This huge property has not only not increased at all in recent years, but has been dominated by this Kikujiro, and has been deprived of a lot of money.

The white man waved his hand and stood up, "Mr. Black, please follow me."

The banker wiped his sweat, stood up with the documents, followed the white man, and entered the suite inside.

The bodyguard guarding at the door opened the door. There was a unique world in the room. There was a secret conference room of no size. There were already several people in suits and ties, with all kinds of big bosses sitting in it.
Chapter completed!