Murakami Akiki nodded. "It seems we can't get around Lin Yu if we want to infiltrate the Fengtian Army!"
“Yes, Father. However, we don’t know much about Lin Yu yet, nor do we know his attitude towards us Japanese!” Murakami Kento said with a worried expression.
Murakami Akiki smiled and said, "Just an illegitimate child, nothing more than a tool for Lin Yuanlong to weigh the Wu family!"
"Then what do you mean, Father..."
Murakami Akiki thought for a moment and said, "Wasn't the cherry blossom-themed street that we invested in last year already completed? Go there yourself and ask him to inscribe a message for the street, one hundred million per message!"
“If he takes the money, it means he’s a rich second-generation heir who’s greedy for money, and things will be much easier after that!” Murakami Akiki’s lips curled into a cold smile.
Kento Murakami nodded emphatically. "Understood!"
...
The next day.
After finishing the breakfast Lin Yu made, Lu Xueqing hurriedly went to work.
After the Hongqi car left, a Jeep slowly pulled up at the entrance.
After getting out of the car, Feng Jiu went into the shop and reported to Lin Yu, who was washing dishes: "Young Marshal, Murakami Kento, the vice president of the Yamaguchi Chamber of Commerce, came to the Governor's Mansion this morning to pay a visit. Their themed street is about to open, and they hope that you can personally inscribe a message to express the friendship between the two countries!"
"What? This little Japanese brat wants me to write an inscription?" Lin Yu couldn't help but find it amusing.
Decades of national and personal grievances have led to this situation. Although the two countries now have normal business relations, what is Lin Yu's identity? How could he possibly inscribe a message for the Japanese?
Besides, it's supposed to be a Japanese-style street; it's good enough that he didn't go and vandalize it!
Feng Jiu shook her head and smiled wryly, saying, "They said they'd give you a hundred million for every word you wrote!"
"One character worth a hundred million? That's incredibly wealthy!" Lin Yu clicked his tongue and exclaimed, "I never imagined that my calligraphy would be worth more than Wang Xizhi's. It truly is a thousand pieces of gold per character!"
"Young Marshal, should I go and send him away?" Feng Jiu said.
"No! Why wouldn't we take a business that's offered to us?"
Lin Yu's lips curled slightly. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Go tell him that I can write an inscription, but I want one character for ten billion!"
Feng Jiu was stunned for a moment, then realized something and said with a sly smile, "Young Marshal, you're taking advantage of my misfortune!"
Lin Yu sneered, then, as if remembering something, asked, "By the way, has Yingxue woken up yet?"
Feng Jiu nodded, "I woke up at dawn, and I've already told the brothers to leave!"
Lin Yu nodded, completely relieved.
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