It's him indeed!

With a rigorous attitude and never using an isolated certificate, Yan Zhuo must, be sure, and affirm the so-called Takahashi celebrity, Takahashi, who was the young man who was about to die at that time.

“Name: Takahashi

Gender: Male

Age: Eighteen

Hometown: Ji (Harmony) Forest

Education: Elementary school?

Position: President of Wanhu Co., Ltd.? Well-known gamer?"

Yan Zhuo looked at the data listed on the paper and tickled the teeth. The question marks on it were all his uncertainties.

How could a guy from a small village in Northeast China who may not have an education level even in elementary school? How could he become the president of a company in Japan and a game star known to millions of people? This is too nonsense. No! You have to talk to the leader!

The Xinhua News Agency's Tokyo office is a collective dormitory. Whether the grassroots reporters or the highest-level directors, they all live equally in rooms of the same specifications and sizes. At most, the leaders' rooms have better floors and better lighting, no turbulence in summer and no cold in winter.

"Dongdong!"

"Who?"

"Director, it's me! Xiao Yan!" Yan Zhuo said outside the door.

"Oh, Xiaoyan, why are you knocking on the door? You've finally had a holiday, why don't you go back and have a good sleep?" The middle-aged director opened the door and said in a blameless tone, but without much criticism.

He is Xiaoyan's senior, and both graduated from the one of the two strongest universities in China. Although Wudaokou is not the center of the world, Chinese people who can attend the best of these two universities are well deserved to be the pride of heaven in China.

The director named Fu Jian did not blame Yan Zhuo for disturbing him so late. On the one hand, it was because of such alumni friendship, and on the other hand, it was because Yan Zhuo's father was responsible for external contact with him. He was his immediate boss.

"Director! I found a big news!" Yan Zhuo walked into the house with the newspaper in his hand and the documents he wrote.

Fu Jian shook his head as Yan Zhuo was full of enthusiasm, and said in an tone of an elder rather than a superior, "Xiao Yan, working hard is a good thing. But this body is the capital of revolution. If you work day and night like this, Comrade Lao Yan is willing to do it, and I, the director, don't want to do it."

"Director, don't say that! Give me two minutes, and I can finish it in two minutes!" Yan Zhuo said.

Fu Jian, who failed to stop him, dared not really drive Yan Zhuo out, so he had to nod and allow Yan Zhuo to report.

One and a half minutes later.

"You mean, a relative of the orphan who was a gangster from Guiri came to RB to work as an illegal worker, and then he became a celebrity in Japan without realizing it. He also started a company without realizing it? Xiaoyan, are you sure the news is true? You have never seen rural people in China, and you are not responsible for those orphans in Guiri. You don't know how ignorant they are. A semi-illiterate became a big star in Japan. Do you believe this? Xiaoyan, go to bed early. I think you have been a little tired recently. The day after tomorrow, I ask the director for some vacation. You should have a good rest!"

"I don't believe it either! But..." Yan Zhuo spread out all the newspapers in his hand, "But! What this said is the fact!"

Fu Jian shook his head. The young master was really hard to serve. He said gently in a displeasure tone, "Since that's the case, Xiaoyan, please work harder and investigate this matter clearly. Leave the detailed report to me in two weeks!"

"Yes!" Yan Zhuo Li said.

Back in his room, Yan Zhuo lay on the tatami, looked at the information he collected, and fell asleep unknowingly.

Morning.

The cold wind blows across the streets. Although the dimensions of Tokyo are not low, because the sea is Linhai, even if it snows, the temperature is not too low. It is not difficult for girls and women to wear short skirts in winter. However, because Linhai is heavily humid, there are also many Tokyo people suffering from rheumatism.

Yan Zhuo was not addicted to the hem of girls and women, and he had never seen women. He had held veneer dances when he was in China.

This kind of veneer dance, led by the children of high-ranking officials, is comparable to the Haitian Festival in later generations. If it weren't for the anger of the superiors and the crackdown was carried out. If it weren't for his well-informed and sent him out of the country in advance, he might have been like those unlucky guys.

What's the matter with a few female students?

They were not forced.

Not all voluntary.

Yan Zhuo was very unhappy with the old stubbornness above. Isn’t it just for us to enjoy the country you have been building with great effort?

Of course, Yan Zhuo has already forgotten about these things now. He said that he would be able to return to China and get promoted after working in Japan for another year. But to be honest, he is more accustomed to Japan than returning to China.

Free, open.

I can still get money by looking for a female high school student by myself, which is not better than in China?

He even wanted to rely on the United States like Japan, so would he not be so backward? Is he as developed as Japan?

Although he has not been in China for several years, the "Heshang" sect, composed of a group of like-minded people, has become increasingly popular in China.

I hope those ignorant and backward lower-class people can understand that only by holding America’s thighs can they live a free and prosperous life.

Yan Zhuo was a little sad. How wonderful it was that he had arranged him to the United States.

Unfortunately, that old stubborn just doesn't listen to himself.

well……

"Is this Manhu Co., Ltd.?" Yan Zhuo asked in Japanese.

The old man in the first floor mailroom was not very good at Japanese. The young man next to him stood up and asked, "Yes, are you doing something?"

Annoying Chinese accent.

Yan Zhuo was not as polite as before. He said as if his superiors ordered his subordinates, "I am Yan Zhuo, a reporter from Xinhua News Agency's Tokyo Office. I want to interview your president Takahashi."

"Xinhua News Agency?" The young man muttered in Chinese and discussed with the old man for a while and replied, "Sorry, the president is not available today. You can make an appointment now. We will arrange your interview when the president has time."

reserve?

If a broken company with Chinese people still needs to make an appointment?

Oh!

"Is your president Chinese? If so, let him come down immediately. This is an order!" Yan Zhuo said sternly.

Logically speaking, these mud legs should have been scared and their legs were trembling.

But... why did they sit down again? It's so strange...

Yan Zhuo looked at the two people who had already sat down in the mail and receiving room and ignored him. He felt very angry and felt that these people had neglected him.

A inferior person is a inferior person! He will never be able to turn over for the rest of his life!
Chapter completed!