Finally, he took Bourbon and Lei, who seemed to be broken, on board.
The appreciation event of [Flame of Life] was held on a cruise ship. Its current owner is Eiji Tozawa, the son of the Japanese conglomerate Tozawa family.
Although it is called a conglomerate, in fact, the Tomisawa family is not as high-profile as the Suzuki and Ooka families, which have the reputation of "Suzuki in Kanto and Ooka in Kansai", and is also slightly inferior in terms of economic strength.
The Tomisawa family's focus is on the political field.
Unlike those political families with noble birth and long history, the Tomisawa family is a rising star.
The founder of the Tomisawa family did not have an impressive fortune. He started his business in the arms business and was once excluded from Japanese politics because of this.
But money talks. The huge gray business gave the Tozawa family wealth and ambition, and also gave them a ticket to enter politics. After nearly a hundred years of unremitting efforts by three generations, they finally gained a foothold in Congress. On the other hand, the Tozawa family, who are devoted to politics, have gradually become closer to the Suzuki family, which also has a history of intervening in politics. There is even a vague intention to strengthen the relationship between the two families through marriage*.
The person who hosted the banquet, Eiji Tozawa, was the most beloved son of the current head of the Tozawa family.
That is why, although it was just a little-known banquet whose existence was unknown to the outside world, after showing the invitation and entering the cruise ship, even though Sawada Tsunayoshi was not very familiar with Japan recently, he also met many politicians who he often saw on TV recently.
In the short time they spent on the deck to keep watch before sailing, the four of them saw many political stars on the screen, who were following the elderly man with pride or humility, communicating and introducing themselves in soft voices.
Most of these celebrities that Tsunayoshi Sawada is familiar with are successors nominated by major political and financial groups. Outsiders inherit political wealth that is unimaginable to ordinary people through these aging elders, and then rise to the top in the political arena.
This is what Shirley complained about: "The sons of politicians will become politicians, and the sons of bank presidents will become bank presidents*".
Tsunayoshi Sawada had no ambition to enter Japanese politics, nor did he have the political resources for the time being, so he had no interest in such social matters.
However, the three guys following behind him were very conspicuous. Even an old fox with good eyesight would scrutinize these three young people who looked like elites and wonder which old friend or old rival brought these newcomers.
However, when he saw the unfamiliar face at the head, he was stunned again - for no other reason than that it was a unfamiliar face.
That's fine.
I don't know how many calculations were in the minds of the old foxes who noticed him. After walking around, Tsunayoshi Sawada realized that the three young men following him were quite conspicuous, so he asked Bourbon and Lay, who would fight when they got together and were acting particularly strange today, to leave. Only Scotch was left with him, and he continued to enjoy the sea breeze on the deck.
Of course, it would have been better if the two people who left hadn't shown a strange look of reluctance before leaving.
Tsunayoshi Sawada took Scotland out for some fresh air, and when he saw someone coming, he waved his hand and sent Scotland away.
The man stood beside him with a smile.
"I didn't expect you to come after all. I thought you would ignore Rum's provocation."
This is a bright and beautiful lady with golden curly hair. When she walks, she brings with her a gust of fragrance and many eyes following her.
Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled slightly.
"I thought Gin told you already." His name came out from between his lips, "Vermouth... No, is it better to call you Chris now?"
After all, it's the big star Chrissie Wynyard.
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked and saw the other party showing a charming smile.
"Of course it's up to you," she raised her hand, touched the young man's cheek, and called out like a lover's whisper, "Decimo."
After some useless greetings, Bermode handed a card to the Godfather and asked him to discuss the matter in detail at night.
Because of this action, countless people were watching Sawada Tsunayoshi: ...
The young man took the room card with a subtle expression.
"I see." He played with the thin card in his hand for a while, then handed it back. "But I'd rather see you in the bar than in the room."
The brown-haired young man raised his eyes, his warm brown pupils revealing an irresistible emotion, "Is it okay?"
"Since it is your wish, then of course." Bermode moved closer to the Godfather, arranging his clothes with her slender hands, gently sliding her finger over his tie, "But we have to find a good place... After all, we are here to do bad things."
This action made them look extremely intimate. Even if he didn't pay attention to the gazes cast on him, Sawada Tsunayoshi knew that he must be stared at by countless eyes.
He sighed helplessly and had to act with this ancestor who was addicted to acting.
The mysterious brown-haired young man lowered his eyes, smiled gently, and raised his hand to tuck a strand of Vermouth's hair behind her ear.
"I'm looking forward to meeting you even more." He said softly, "It's just a gem. How can it compare to your beauty?"
The other party was finally satisfied and left with a sweet smile.
After dealing with this ancestor who even Gin was somewhat afraid of, the Godfather let out a sigh of relief.
Noticing a pair of eyes staring at him from behind, he turned his head and saw Scotland holding tomato juice a few meters away, with a subtle expression flashing across his face.
Behind him, Bourbon, who had returned, was hiding behind the door to the upper deck. Cat poked his head out stealthily, looking over here vigilantly, and when he noticed that he was looking over there, he showed a somewhat pitiful expression.
Are you some weird animal? If you want to come over, you can, but don't look like you've been abandoned!
"Don't worry." Scotland walked towards him, and Sawada Tsunayoshi could still sense that he was feeling complicated.
Didn't he recognize that it was Bermode? Has Scotland ever seen her?
Suddenly realizing the strange blind spot, Sawada Tsunayoshi heard the other party continue to speak in a strange tone: "You don't have to worry about us... Appropriate entertainment is normal."
Tsunayoshi Sawada followed the other person's line of sight and saw that his eyes were fixed on the room card in his hand.
...Wait for me to explain!
After a while, Scotland, knowing that he was a member of the organization, finally put aside his strange expression and nodded to his boss who looked very nervous.
"So you don't have any intention of developing an office romance at the moment?"
"What is an office romance... The organization doesn't even have an office, right?" What a rubbish organization.
The Godfather leaned half of his body against the railing and said in a bored tone, "No, Vermouth is more interested in Gin than me."
Scotland came back to his senses and blinked: "Huh?"
The Godfather held his chin with one hand and couldn't help yawning.
"That's what you think." He was not reluctant to tell his junior some gossip about the organization, knowing that these things could help him better understand the structure of the organization. So he paused and became gossipy as if he had been injected with vodka.
Scotland's expression was normal at first. After all, the more he knew, the more information he could pass on to the police. However, who knew that his boss would start gossiping with him like a chatterbox... Help him, knowing so much, will he not be assassinated?
However, the reliable Scotland still had a calm look on his face, and even handed over tomato juice when his boss got excited, so that the other party could moisten his mouth before continuing.
As expected of him.
Bourbon, who was behind, couldn't hear what the two said, and it was difficult to tell their lip shapes from such a distance, but he was relieved after seeing Johnny's relaxed posture and Yumi's effortless performance.
After all, he is much better than Lai Yi's guy.
A victory for Scotland is a victory for Bourbon!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but grind his teeth. At the same time, a hand reached out from behind and pressed his shoulder.
…
Someone tapped Scotland on the shoulder.
There was a sharp light in the black-haired young man's eyes, but in the next second he forcibly restrained the urge to throw the guy behind him over his shoulder.
On the one hand, he was unable to notice the approach of the person; on the other hand, Johnny Yingjia's face showed an expression of joy mixed with strange emotions.
"You're here," the brown-haired young man waved his hand to indicate that Scotland was fine, and smiled at the guy behind him, "No...wan."
The reason why there was such a long interval was that he was lifted up so quickly that Scotland didn't even notice it.
The young man with black hair and red eyes was wearing a formal suit. His swallowtail moved automatically without wind, rippling in the sea breeze like a tail.
"Long time no see, Boss!" He looked up at his Boss excitedly, whom he seemed to have not seen for a century. His red pupils curved, and his gem-like sparkling pupils could only accommodate the existence of this one person. Just by staring at this person, two blushes appeared on his face.
He asked in a daze, "Can you step on me today?"
Bourbon stepped forward and paused.
He looked up to see if he had gone in the wrong direction, and when he found out that he hadn't, his expression became a little subtle.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was having a headache about this. He raised his head and happened to look into the purple-gray eyes of the blond young man.
The Godfather opened his lips silently.
The blond young man made up his mind and took a step forward.
"Is this why you are so distant from me?" He tugged at his tie to make himself look a little more seductive and wild. "So you like this... That's not impossible."
He held down Novan's arm, raised his head, and, as if he was about to say something, whispered, "Boss."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
