Chapter 268: Fighting
If it weren't for the slightly cool air attacking Mikami Yuya's skin, reminding her that this scene was so real.
Yua Mikami probably still thinks that this is just a nightmare.
Why is there someone in my room?
And he's still a young man.
At this moment, the man was looking himself up and down with great interest.
Yua Mikami's mind went blank with surprise. She didn't have time to think about it, and she didn't even blush with shyness on her face.
Still the same as usual.
She quickly grabbed a bath towel to cover her naked body.
Fang Zuo looked at the woman with a delicate face and bright features.
Bai Jie's body was fully exposed.
She has a petite body but very good proportions.
She has fair and delicate skin and a well-proportioned figure.
Although not as good as Shiraishi Nagimitsu, she is still very proud.
Under her snow-white feet was a Persian wool carpet, and next to it were the peach-colored lace embroidered thong and the same bra that she had just taken off.
A small bow is on each side of the V-shape of the thong.
The floor-to-ceiling glass door of her bedroom was closed, and the door to her room was also tightly shut. Despite having the most advanced fresh air system, the entire bedroom was still filled with her scent.
A faint scent of girlish milk mixed with the scent of a woman.
Contradiction but not conflict.
Especially the moment she lifted the quilt, the air warmed by her body temperature rushed out with her body fragrance.
Straight to Fang Zuo’s nose.
If we didn't know it in advance, it would be hard to imagine that such a young woman is the one who holds half of the shares of the two major conglomerates.
You know, the assets of the Mitsui Group alone are roughly estimated to be more than 20 trillion, while the Samsung Group, which the Koreans on the neighboring peninsula are proud of, has assets of only 4 trillion.
This seemingly weak woman actually controls the livelihoods of hundreds of thousands of families. With a wave of her hand, she can make hundreds of thousands of people around the world unemployed.
"Who are you?" Yua Mikami leaned against the wall with a calm expression, and there was no trace of panic in her voice.
But after a brief moment of distraction, her face immediately calmed down and she looked calm and composed, as if she was used to big scenes.
She was not frightened at all by the man entering her private bedroom.
Fang sat in silence and looked at Mikami Yuya.
A knowing smile.
She tightly grasped the bath towel to cover her body with her hands, and her slightly trembling white and plump calves betrayed her.
I was still nervous, but I hid it very well.
After all, she is still a young woman.
But no matter what, this ever-changing expression management shows that she is indeed not an ordinary woman.
Yua Mikami saw that the other person was looking at her silently, and she sniffed the smell in the room.
Her face flushed and she became even angrier.
Of all her properties in Tokyo, this villa near the Tokyo Bay is her favorite place to stay.
Behind the villa is her private beach and yacht. When she is tired of dealing with group affairs, she comes here to relax.
This extremely private bedroom is filled with her collection of various brand-name underwear, stockings and other personal belongings.
No one has ever come in except myself.
This man is the first and only one.
And now.
Every scent his nose smelled now was his own unique body odor.
"Who are you?"
"How did you get in?"
"What do you want?"
"Do you want money? How much do you need? I can give it to you!!"
Mikami Yuya asked repeatedly, keeping her words calm.
"I've told you, my name is Fang Zuo. Hello, Ms. Mikami Yuya." Fang Zuo picked up the Roman Ruby Grapes beside the table, picked one and put it in his mouth.
If I remember correctly, Shiraishi Nagimitsu brought this grape back last time with some reluctance.
A small skewer costs millions of yen, and this plate costs nearly ten million yen and is just casually placed here.
The only fate is that the owner will taste a few and then throw them into the trash.
"I don't care what your name is, I just want to know who you are, how you got in, and what you want to do?" Yuya Mikami said word by word.
The young man's nonchalant attitude made her feel even more humiliated.
But she didn't show it too much, for fear of angering the man.
Of course she knew that the other person was not an ordinary person.
This villa is the most luxurious villa in Japan.
The public entrances and exits of the entire villa area are covered with cameras, leaving no blind spots at all.
This community has the best security system and personnel in Japan, and is also connected to the alarm of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.
What's more, dozens of professional bodyguards and Onmyojis with special powers from various countries are on duty around the villa.
How could any man get in here without any warning?
Yua Mikami looked at the door and the floor-to-ceiling glass.
He didn't even open this.
"Do you want money or something?" Mikami Yuya slowly moved towards the head of the bed: "Just tell me how much you want."
As she walked, the bath towel was kicked up by her legs, revealing a pair of white, tight and smooth thighs.
As she spoke, her hand was against the wall, seemingly motionless, but she was slowly reaching for a hidden button at the head of the bed.
"I advise you not to press that button. It's the emergency button, right?" Fang Zuo picked another grape and threw it into his mouth. "They rushed over and lost their lives in vain. It won't do anything. It also delays our negotiation time."
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I came to you just to ask you to help me solve a problem and to ask for a few things."
Yua Mikami slowly withdrew her hand from reaching for the hidden button.
The man saw through her intention at a glance, and she felt even more uneasy.
Reckless and arrogant.
This is the feeling this man makes me feel.
But since this person said he came to ask for something, at least he is safe now.
Mikami Yuya breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Fang Zuo?" Mikami Yuya said softly, "In that case, let me put on my clothes and have a good talk, okay?"
As a businessman, the most important thing is to test the other party's bottom line.
After knowing the man's intention, she naturally proposed the first condition to test the other party's ill intentions.
"Of course." Fang Zuo shrugged. "I didn't ask you to take it off. You wanted to take it off. I didn't even disturb your sleep. To be honest, I've been waiting for a while."
Watching this man openly and as if it was a matter of course, telling the story of breaking into a private house and a woman's bedroom.
Shameless. Yua Mikami forced a smile, but she had already started cursing in her heart.
Why did he ask me to take off my clothes and why did he not disturb my sleep? Should I thank him?
"Thank you." Yua Mikami said with a sneer in her heart.
The fact that he was willing to let himself wear clothes showed that his malicious intentions were not that great.
"You're welcome." The man accepted the 'thank you' calmly.
Shameless. Mikami Yua cursed again in her heart.
"Then I'll go in and change my clothes." Yua Mikami pointed to the cloakroom in the inner room a few meters away.
"certainly."
The man did not stop.
It seems that he is really confident.
Does it really come from strong strength or mental negligence?
Yua Mikami believes it is the former point.
She walked into the inner cloakroom, slowly closed the door, and disappeared from the man's sight.
The man just smiled and didn't stop.
This made Yua Mikami even more convinced.
She hastily removed the towel, casually pulled out a set of custom-made underwear, and changed into a one-piece, latest model Chanel dress.
I wiped my face with a pure water towel and washed myself briefly.
I picked a lipstick at random and put on some simple makeup.
Wear a pearl hairpin to tie up your messy long hair.
And a pair of Chanel pearl earrings.
He looked around at himself in the mirror and then nodded with satisfaction.
Such a powerful person is asking for something from me, so I think it must not be a simple thing.
In this case, negotiations are inevitable.
And negotiations naturally require a good attitude.
A person who is dressed sloppily and unkempt has already lost at the negotiation table before the negotiation even begins.
"Sorry for the wait, Mr. Fang." Yua Mikami walked out wearing white velvet high heels.
With his hands folded across his chest, he looked down at Fang Zuo who was sitting on the sofa.
Momentum and confidence are back.
"It's okay. I need your help, so I should do it." Fang Zuo spread his hands and said, "I went to your twenty-one properties in Tokyo and found you here."
"I've been waiting." Fang Zuo smiled. "I heard you talk thirteen times in your sleep and turned over four times. This shows my sincerity. I think Miss Mikami Yuya will not let me down."
Fang Zuo ate another grape silently.
If it is some kind of martial arts manual, I can find out everything by searching my soul.
But even Zhou Yuanyan could only give a rough idea of the names, functions and patents of those instruments.
And I wouldn't recognize it even if it was right in front of me.
It’s all because of the lack of education!
No wonder in this world, spiritual practice is not only becoming more and more difficult, but also becoming more and more outdated.
I'm afraid only this woman can find these things from her subsidiary.
Speaking of the Buddhist longevity contract, it is not something that can be obtained by force. The buyer must give up the Buddhist contract himself.
Even those old guys haven’t figured out the profound things in Buddhism, let alone themselves from Taoism.
The solution to these two problems depends on this young and beautiful woman.
Yuya Mikami smiled and sat on the sofa not far from Fang Zuo.
The initial tension and uneasiness have disappeared.
Since it can be negotiated, that is her home ground.
"Mr. Fang, could you please tell me your origins? I want to know more than just your name!" Yua Mikami raised her snow-white left leg and clamped it around her right leg.
Yua Mikami is used to launching offensives. As long as the other party answers the questions, she will naturally take the initiative and follow her own rhythm.
But this man, whether intentionally or unintentionally, instantly disintegrated his attack.
He didn't answer the question at all, just stared at the carpet in the distance.
Yua Mikami followed his gaze, her face turned red, and she quickly put away her legs and walked away.
She bent down her slender waist, picked up the peach-colored lace embroidered thong and the same bra on the ground, walked into the inner cloakroom, and threw them hard on the table.
This filthy guy!!! Then he took a deep breath and suppressed his heaving chest.
Then he walked out as if nothing had happened.
Before she could continue speaking, she returned to her own rhythm.
"I need this." The man put a piece of paper on the table next to him.
Yua Mikami could only pick it up and sit back on her sofa.
"This is." Yuya Mikami frowned.
These things are too professional and I can only get a general idea of them.
Sure enough, this man was not simply asking for money or property.
"Excuse me, Mr. Fang, can you tell me what these are?" Mikami Yuya smiled slightly, "Our subsidiaries are too large, and I'm afraid these instruments and patents need to be looked up by professionals. I don't quite understand them, sorry."
"I don't know what it is either." Fang Zuo touched his nose: "I was entrusted by someone."
Only the woman who even Zhou Yuanyan admires can understand these things.
Who made me owe her?
"I heard that NEC Corporation, owned by Ms. Yuya Mikami, and Sumitomo Electric Industries, Ltd. own these things."
"Oh, then you may have to wait for a while, Mr. Fang. I will give these to my secretaries right away, and they will be able to find out what these things are very quickly." Mikami Yuya took out her phone and took a photo. After sending it, she looked at Fang Zuo and said, "Mr. Fang, you haven't told me your origins yet."
"I come from the place you just visited." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "This is also the second reason why I came here to find Miss Mikami Yuya."
"A place I just went to? Last night? Last night I was called by my sister to help her celebrate her birthday." Mikami Yuya was stunned, a little unbelievable, looking Fang Zuo up and down with her beautiful eyes: "Mr. Fang, you are joking, such a powerful person like you came from a host bar in Shinjuku?"
Mikami Yuya asked with some doubt: "Is this a hobby?"
"Cough, it's from the country you just visited." Fang Zuo coughed and added.
"Oh." Mikami Yuya suddenly realized, her expression unchanged, but her eyes were a little wary: "So Mr. Fang is Chinese. It seems that Mr. Fang is not only powerful, but also has a very strong intelligence network."
"I went to China with a hidden identity. Mr. Fang was not only able to find out my real identity, but also find me here." Yua Mikami adjusted her posture calmly.
It cost her a lot of money to buy so many immortality deeds in China.
But compared to these longevity contracts, money is nothing.
What was originally impossible became extremely simple in front of those monks who asked for money.
In this age of religious collapse, money is the only faith.
"I'll just say it directly." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "I know that Miss Mikami Yuya bought nearly 10,000 longevity deeds from 13 famous temples in China. Each contract is for 50 years."
"I came here this time to ask Miss Mikami Yuya to return all the longevity contracts. The amount you spent will be returned in full."
Sure enough, this is why she came! ! Mikami Yuya stared at the man with her beautiful eyes.
Not only did he hide his true identity and go to China, he also used the same birth date to buy a longevity contract from a famous temple.
Are these things exposed so quickly?
"Are you from the government? Or from these temples?" Yuya Mikami asked with a sigh.
"Neither." Fang Zuo shook his head: "I was just entrusted by these temples."
"Mr. Fang, you know that the longevity contract I signed with a huge amount of money was signed under the witness of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas." Mikami Yuya said calmly, "Now they are in the temple every day covered by the Buddha's light. How can I take them back? To be frank, the interest on my huge amount of money is not small."
"We can give you the interest based on the highest interest rate currently offered by the International Monetary Fund." Fang Zuo said with a smile, "As far as I know, the Bank of Japan has only recently adjusted the rate from 0.1% to 0.25%."
"If you calculate it this way, Ms. Mikami Yuya still made a lot of money."
"Mr. Fang is wrong." Mikami Yuya shook her head: "I am a businessman. We cannot keep our money in the bank. Of course, we put it in investment. These capital flows cannot be calculated by this."
"Then Miss Mikami Yuya, please speak directly." Fang Zuo said calmly: "How much compensation do you want?"
"I think you are mistaken, Mr. Fang." Mikami Yuya said, "I can agree to the first thing. As long as we find out the equipment and patents that our Mikami family has, we can transfer them to Mr. Fang, or even give them as a gift. But the second thing is absolutely not allowed."
Mikami Yuya shook her head: "I will never give up these immortality contracts no matter what!!!"
"Really?" Fang Zuo frowned.
He sneered, "What about your life? You won't even exchange it?"
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Tama Gym Tokyo is located in Daikanyama, Tokyo.
There are not only large gyms with various themes, but also yoga rooms for women.
What makes high-class customers choose this place is that there are various types of luxurious SPAs.
Almost all women in Japan's upper class have membership cards here.
They usually choose their favorite themed yoga or gym, and after exercising, they do a full body SPA to relax.
At this time, we are in a themed gym.
A beautiful woman with tight skin and a slim waist is wearing a white half-vest and doing strength exercises for her lower limbs.
Her little face was lightly made up and she was wearing bean paste-colored lipstick.
With a high ponytail, she looks very capable.
As she exerted force with her lower limbs, she sometimes collapsed on the chair, and sometimes became round and powerful, pushing up her tight purple gym pants.
She breathed in and out rhythmically, and the curves of her vest also undulated rhythmically.
"Beauty, may I have your LINE contact information?" A strong young man with biceps as big as his head walked over and asked politely.
The woman stood up, turned around and sat on the barbell chair. She turned around and smiled slightly, without saying a word, just looking at the young man.
"Do you need my help with your training?" The young man thought he had a chance: "Let me help you. It's too easy to get hurt if you train alone."
“Hehehe.” The woman laughed so hard that her body shook. Suddenly her expression changed: “Go away, disappear immediately!”
He stared at the young man with cold eyes.
The cold gaze made the young man shudder, as if someone was holding a knife to his neck.
He left quickly without saying a word.
'Pah pah pah.'
There was applause from the side.
"Oh, our Chief Prosecutor is still so fierce." A woman wearing tight black yoga pants and a half-cut purple vest walked over: "Still the same, never looking at people who try to flirt with her in a good way."
Justice Masami Miura.
She took off her glasses, and compared to the beautiful woman just now, her skin was much whiter and more rosy.
The makeup is also more delicate and heavy.
Under the wild eyebrows that are popular nowadays are two blushes caused by sports.
Combined with her slightly parted red lips and her breath, it is very suggestive.
She wiped the sweat from her chest and walked forward: "What's the matter? Sakura-chan? Are you still mad at me? I went to the Supreme Procuratorate to look for you several times, but you avoided me. Are you determined not to see me in the future?"
The woman glanced at Miura Masami and ignored her. She lay down and lifted dumbbells to exercise her arm strength.
Expressionless.
"Kitagawa Sakura, do you really want to do this?" Miura Masami said loudly from the side, "It's been so long and you still don't forgive me? I've already explained to you that the family will never accept us. I have no choice."
"Or is it that everything you said to me before was a lie?"
"The past is the past." Kitagawa Sakura ignored him and continued to move the dumbbells: "We were all young before and didn't know what we really liked, but fortunately you ruined our promise, otherwise, I really don't know what to do."
"You!!!" Justice Miura Masami showed a little woman's expression and stomped her foot: "Then why do you keep avoiding me? Don't you want to see me?"
"Miura Masami, from what I know about you, you are such a utilitarian woman, you must need help with something when you suddenly come to me." Kitagawa Sakurano said calmly: "With your family's influence in the Japanese judicial department, there is no need for a small prosecutor like me to take action. The Supreme Procuratorate has plenty of your people, so why should I see you?"
"Is it not okay for me to come to you?" Miura Masami snorted coldly, "With so many people, I trust your ability to do things. They all got to where they are today thanks to the relationships with my father and grandfather."
"You came to me, what does it have to do with me!!" Kitagawa Sakurano gently put down the dumbbells, turned around and was about to leave: "Don't come to me no matter what happens in the future. Our relationship is in the past. As I said, we were young and ignorant at that time."
He left another sentence behind him.
"If you have urgent official business, please send an official letter for record according to the procedures."
"You!!!" Miura Masami looked at Kitagawa Sakurano's back as she was about to walk away, with an angry look on her face.
Reluctantly, he clenched his hands tightly.
Masami Miura suddenly thought of something, bent her slender waist, gritted her teeth and lifted the dumbbells with all her strength.
With a thump.
Throw it to the ground with great force.
At the same time, he crawled on the ground in a wrestling posture and made an "ouch" sound.
Kitagawa Sakurano heard the voice and looked back.
He frowned, turned around, and crossed his arms over his chest: "How is it? Are you okay?"
But the woman who he thought was exhausted from the fall slowly got up, bent over, stuck out her buttocks, and looked back at him.
He smiled smugly and said, "See, I knew you were still the same as before."
(End of this chapter)
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