It didn’t take long before he heard the toilet being flushed in the washroom, followed by the roar of the hairdryer.
He smugness of his smile was very apparent.
It seemed that he had guessed right.
He was curious when she got wet.
Did it start when she stepped into the room, or when she was in an internal struggle the moment she held onto the phone?
This answer may only be clear to her.
But Jiang Chen had a feeling that he would hear it directly from her one day.
As for now, he certainly wouldn’t do anything to her.
He still had a state banquet in the evening to attend to and he did not want to smell like perfume. Since it was part of the fun, he was not in a hurry anyway. He still had to stay in Yoto for a while, so he considered it as a sideshow in this trip.
It was quite enjoyable to appreciate the righteous pretty face gradually become confused in the contradiction between resistance and pleasure and begin to doubt everything she had insisted on and finally turn into a mess.
After all, if he just needed to vent his desire, it would be too low for his current status. If he just signaled, the number of people who would recommend themselves would be lined up from Coro Island to Celestial City. It was rare to see someone like Miss Kwai, who could possess her dignity for so long.
Although it was just part of his wicked humor…
After Kwai came out of the washroom, her chest was pumping up and down violently. Her face was completely covered in red clouds of shame, and a hint of lostness. The shame was because of Jiang Chen’s frivolity, and the lostness was because she had always believed in what she insisted.
She thought she was being forced, and she resisted this “devil”.
However, her body’s reaction completely denied this.
She didn’t know how to face Jiang Chen, or even how to face herself like this…
“I will go to the New Otani Hotel in the evening. You can arrange this time by yourself. Qian Xia will be here soon. You can go back and get a change of clothes. After all, you are the tour guide sent to me, so of course, you have to live here during this time.”
After Jiang Chen finished this sentence, he glanced at the blushing Kwai at the door of the bathroom, and deliberately not looked at her expression, he instead just pointed to the sofa next to him, “Why are you just standing there? Are you afraid of me? Or, are you expecting me to do something to you?”
Just when Kwai was blow-drying her hair, besides calling the little maid Qian Xia who was going to school, Jiang Chen also received an email from Yerif. It was evident that the crown prince was very invested in his father’s birthday gift. In less than two hours, he had already sent the orders.
Jiang Chen ignored Kwai, who had sat far away from him. He forwarded the email to Future Heavy Industries CEO Yang Guanglei’s email, as well as emphasized the priority of this order. Then he returned a call to Yerif to urge him to send pilots for training on Ange Island’s Space Training Center as soon as possible.
Different from traditional aircraft, the Aerospace G100 that could reach the synchronous orbit could obviously be classified as a space shuttle, and the pilot must naturally possess the identity of an astronaut. Even for an experienced pilot that controlled multiple models of aircraft, it was necessary to attend training for further enhancement.
Considering that Saudi Arabia was an important part of the Celestial Trade Middle East strategy, Jiang Chen did Yerif a favor and waived the pilot training costs, as well as the costs of maintenance equipment. If all these costs were added together, it would cost at least half of a Gulfstream.
Jiang Chen sat there writing his emails, while Kwai sat in the corner of the sofa with her head lowered. The quiet atmosphere lasted for a long time until someone knocked on the door to remind Jiang Chen that it was time to leave.
…
The banquet was held at the New Otani Hotel.
With only five minutes left before the six o’clock start, five black cars stopped at the entrance of the New Otani Hotel. After the motorcade stopped, a bodyguard stepped forward and opened the door for Jiang Chen, and stood respectfully aside.
The Foreign Minister Kishida walked forward, just like he did at the airport. He extended out his hand from a long-distance away. Behind the minister were politicians and elites in different industries who Jiang Chen couldn’t name nor interested in meeting.
After a polite greeting, Kishida gestured to the entrance of the New Otani Hotel and enthusiastically invited Jiang Chen inside.
The superfluous flattery often was the pretense for something else.
Jiang Chen certainly didn’t think that Mr. Kishida dared to think anything malicious, but his flattering attempt made it difficult to not suspect any ill intentions.
However, what surprised Jiang Chen was that from the time he got off the plane, this guy didn’t say anything else except for some flattering words, which really didn’t fit their style.
Maybe he is planning to bring the topic up at the banquet?
Jiang Chen thought.
The banquet hall was quite spacious, and if the tables were removed, it could be turned into a ballroom.
Almost as soon as Jiang Chen took a seat at the table, the banquet began.
There was a strange tradition in Nippon. Although the country has a rich food culture, in most of its state banquets, the cuisine of choice was often French, or at least French cuisine with local characteristics.
In their own words: “The relatively closed cooking method, like the culture, was difficult to change once an impression was formed, let alone be accepted by foreigners. In addition, for the safety of diners, the local cuisine was generally not used in diplomatic settings.”
In short, they were worried that foreign guests would experience food poisoning or an upset stomach after eating sashimi.
As the dining carts passed one by one, the dishes on the table gradually became dazzling.
Beside the table, Jiang Chen did not touch his cutleries yet before he unexpectedly saw two acquaintances.
One was Hiroto Mitsui, the owner of the Mitsui Foundation, and the other was Sumitomo Kenichi, the eldest son of the Sumitomo Foundation.
The first was self-explanatory. When the T-virus crisis broke out, after Tanaka was removed by Jiang Chen, Mitsui Hiroto promptly removed himself and his family from the owner behind the Kurofune and submitted a list to Jiang Chen in exchange for Jiang Chen’s promise to not further pursue this incident.
The two did not meet again afterward. At this moment, Mitsui just smiled at Jiang Chen.
In contrast, Sumitomo Kenichi was much more enthusiastic.
As the representative of the power cooperation with Celestial Trade, his prestige had grown to the point where he was considered one of the brightest leaders in the younger generation of the Sumitomo Foundation. After he had signed the transmission cable contract with Celestial Trade, the Sumitomo Foundation had grown tremendously. They were the actual controllers of the country’s third-largest power company, and now they had monopolized most of the energy market with ultra-low-cost electricity prices.
If everything proceeded smoothly, he would become the patriarch of the family.
And at this moment, the heir to the Sumitomo Foundation was working hard to discuss the next new deal with Jiang Chen…
