America's Road to Wealth

Neon Tokyo, in the Mitsui family residence in Chiyoda District, Mitsui Takaki looked at Furukawa City Hei and the staff of the Special Service Department of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office with a sullen face, with a very bad premonition in his heart.

Even for the vast majority of neon people, there are natural psychological advantages.

But when facing Furukawa City Heibei and his gang, to be honest, even the head of the Mitsui Zaibatsu didn't have much confidence.

Because of the Special Service Department of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office, they are a precious sword that the Americans put in Neon. It can be said that everyone on Neon's side is unstoppable, even the chaebols like them are no exception.

Remember how arrogant they were in the bubble era? But in the end, they were financially suppressed by the Americans, physically and legally detained by the District Prosecutor's Office, and the Nihong government could not provide any positive help at all.

In the end, Neon Semiconductor, which was extremely powerful at that time, collapsed under the ban of the Americans, and almost all of them were transferred to the next door Hanguo. They could only do some very important upstream industries with high profits but only that size. chain.

I can pinch the egg bags of Han people, but I don't make a lot of money.

Mitsui Takaki, who came from that era, knew very well that the people from the Special Service Department of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office could not afford to mess with him.

He took a long breath and tried his best to calmly face the smiling Furukawa Ichibei.

"Furuhe-san, I don't know why you came here today? It just so happened that I got some pre-holiday Longjing from Huaxia. How about sitting down and tasting a cup when you come?"

Furukawa City Hei smiled heartily, and sat down in front of Mitsui Takaki in front of other Mitsui family members who were glaring at them, and said with a smile:

"Of course it is good to have this blessing, but Mitsui-san, today you have to go with me no matter what, it doesn't matter who comes."

Taking a deep breath again, Mitsui Koki didn't even ask what he had done, he just smiled and said: "Of course, I just want to ask Furukawa-san to allow me to make a few phone calls, and I will cooperate with you of."

Rather than being outraged as ordinary people imagined, or angrily scolding people like Furukawa Ichibei who came to the door, Mitsui Takaki was very calm. He signaled his wife to make tea for Furukawa Ichibei, and at the same time I asked my son to bring a black speakerphone, and I knew it was a satellite speakerphone without guessing at a glance.

While his wife was making tea, in front of Furukawa City Hei, Mitsui Takaki made a direct phone call.

For a while, about a few seconds.

The phone was connected, and Mitsui Takashi was expressionless, but his tone sounded lighter:

"Mr. Morgan, hello. I'm Takaki Mitsui, that's John Mitsui. Right now, Ichihei Furukawa of the Tokyo District Public Prosecutor's Office is sitting in front of me."

Mitsui Takaki's opening remarks made Furukawa Ichibei's smiling face froze, and his eyes became a little dodgy.

People from the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office are not afraid of any neon people, even the one in the Imperial Palace, they dare to investigate, and have even checked many times.

But all Neon people know that there are actually people they are afraid of, and that is of course the masters behind them—the American people.

"Hey, yes. They came to the door and said they would take me away to assist in the investigation."

"Okay, I understand, then I'll wait for a while."

Mitsui Takaki put down the satellite phone in front of Furukawa City Hei, and put it in front of him.

"Furukawa-san, please wait a moment. My friend in the United States wants to ask some questions for me, please."

Furukawa City Hei's face was a bit ugly, he still didn't know who the person Mitsui Takaki was talking to.

At the beginning, there is a title of Mr. Morgan, and ordinary neon people may not know who it is. He grew up in the United States and returned to the neon lights after he was an adult, how could he not know.

Even if he had confidence in his heart at this moment, Furukawa City Heibei could only nod his head a little drumming.

"Then have a good taste of Mitsui-san's tea. In short, I just follow the rules. I hope Mitsui-san can understand."

Even if he had confidence, Facing such a giant in the country, Furukawa Shibei felt a little nervous after all, so his tone was much softer than when he came in just now.

Other people around the two, including the Mitsui family and the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office, also noticed the changes in the two of them.

The expressions of the members of Mitsui also changed from the unified angry expression just now, to the different expressions where some are proud, some continue to be angry, some are gnashing their teeth, and some are holding grudges.

As for the people from the Special Service Department of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office, they seemed very confident when they first came. Now after being called by Mitsui Takaki, they also looked a little nervous like Furukawa City Hei.

At this time, Mitsui Takaki's wife also finished showing her so-called neon tea ceremony, and Mitsui Takaki invited Furukawa City Hei to taste tea:

"Please taste it, Furukawa-san."

"Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient." Furukawa Shibei's tone was a little more polite than before.

The two tasted good tea from the Jiangnan region of China.

After the phone call just now, Mitsui Takaki calmed down a lot, and he even started to discuss the neon tea ceremony with Furukawa City Hei, and the quality of the tea in front of him.

But how did Furukawa Ichibei know this? In fact, he is a Japanese-American. My parents and wife are all in New York, they are dual citizens of Neon and the United States, and all of them grew up and studied in the United States.

In fact, most of the important staff of the Special Service Agency of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office are mostly Japanese-Americans, and they are all dual-national holders.

Except for some of the office staff at the bottom who are locals, no matter what they do here, others can just slap their butts and go back to the United States and continue to live their American lives.

This is also one of the reasons why the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office is particularly domineering in Neon, and anyone who dares to investigate anyone dares to start.

Because in Neon, apart from themselves, they are really not afraid of Neon people retaliating against their families and the like.

And if someone dares to target them, the almost 40,000 US troops stationed in Japan will help them seek justice.

But Mitsui Koki is different from other neon people, including those Zhengzhi animals, after all.

This is the top chaebol family in Nihong, even scarier than the one in the Imperial Palace to a certain extent. So when facing him, even if he had the confidence, even if the roots were not in the neon, Furukawa Shihei and his colleagues were somewhat hypocritical.

After chatting like this while drinking tea, half an hour passed.

To be honest, at this time, Furukawa City Hei was a little bit about to retreat.

He didn't have the guts to really take Mitsui Takaki away before the figures in the sky fought to the end.

In contrast, Mitsui Takaki will be much calmer.

Unfortunately, the satellite phone in front of him rang.

Mitsui Takaki immediately put down the teacup in his hand, suspended the conversation with Furukawa City Hei about how neon lights are more suitable for summer summer, and immediately connected the satellite phone.

"Mr. Morgan, hello, I'm Takaki Mitsui."

"What did you say? Go with him? But, but...but you promised me!"

"I...you, I...hey...what choice can I make? Of course I can only trust you. "

"I understand, let's do this first..."

Mitsui Takaki's face turned pale, and his face became worse than ever.

He looked at Furukawa Ichibei whose expression was beginning to ease, and then looked at the surrounding family members whose faces all turned bad after the phone call.

In the end, Takashi Mitsui sighed, stood up silently, and said to Furukawa City Hei and other staff of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office: "Let's go, Furukawa-san, let me go with you. I believe in the fair and strict District Prosecutor's Office , will definitely give me justice.”

Furukawa Ichibei laughed happily, he knew that the battle of the heavenly figures was over.

And obviously, it was the Heavenly Man on his own side that won the fight.

He changed his gentle expression just now, and said with a businesslike look: "As long as you don't break the law, Mitsui-san, then you're fine. But if you commit a crime, no one can save you."

Mitsui Koki smiled wryly with an ugly face, explained a few words to his family, and followed Furukawa City Hei outside expressionlessly.

During the period, some members of the Mitsui family wanted to stop it. Furukawa City Hei and the others didn't do anything, but Mitsui Takaki himself called him back.

However, after leaving the gate of the Mitsui family and coming to the road outside, Mitsui Takaki's expression became even more ugly after all.

Because at the door of his house, a large group of guys with video cameras and cameras appeared at some time, and they could be identified as reporters at a glance.

When they came up, they frantically took pictures of Furukawa Ichibei and Mitsui Takaki. Even if the Mitsui family stepped forward to stop them decisively, they couldn't stop these people's operations.

Mitsui Koki closed his eyes in pain, because he found a lot of blond and blue-eyed ghosts among these suspected reporters.

That means that this matter cannot be eased at all, and I am going to be on the international news this time.

Before getting into the vehicle of the Special Service Agency of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office, Mitsui Takaki felt regretful.

But he knew that it was useless even if he regretted it. Because even if he chose Abel Smith, the scene in front of him would most likely appear. The difference is that the shots were replaced by another group of Americans.

After all, the ultimate reason is that there is no sovereignty.

A country without sovereignty, even if it is in a high position, is no different from ordinary people in this situation.

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Not to mention Neon, because Mitsui Takaki was imprisoned, which caused a huge storm of public opinion.

The person who caused the super storm of neon, he had already left Tokyo on August 10th.

This morning, Huaxia Imperial Capital Airport.

The "Smith" finally came to the capital of the most populous country in the world for the first time.

Not to mention the welcome treatment received at the airport, in short, it is not much worse than that of the Neon people.

In the afternoon, he stayed in the hotel arranged for him here.

It can be seen that this place really attaches great importance to him, and arranged for him to live in Building No. 2. Because there is no Building 1 here, Building 2 is actually Building 1.

This place faces the central lake in the west, the cherry orchard in the south, and is adjacent to the No. 18 Grand Commander Building. There are total suites and luxury suites in the building, as well as 27 common and standard rooms.

This time, all of them were used by Abel and his entourage, and more than 100 people lived in Hulala.

Looking at the entrance of the building, Amanda Hearst took a closer look at the ancient Chinese calligraphy that was specially accentuated with gold paint, and then discussed with Lydia in a low voice: "No matter how many times I read it, I still feel that their Classical characters look very artistic."

"I think so too." Lydia responded softly to her cousin.

When the two first set off from the United States, their relationship was not as good as it is now.

Even though they used to have a good relationship, they had a falling out because of Abel's existence.

Finally, this time on the side of Neon, because Abel has been greedy for the beauty of Toko Mitsui and the others for a long time, so that they all feel left out.

In the face of "foreign enemies", the two sisters finally let go of their stereotypes and "same hatred", and their relationship is much more relaxed than when they first left the United States.

At this time, the two followed Abel, and while looking at this antique building, they began to comment in a low voice on the ubiquitous ancient Chinese calligraphy around them.

In fact, it would be a lie to say that the two of them are interested in these things.

Serious Americans are not much interested in this kind of stuff.

They were discussing so vigorously at the moment that the voice could even be heard by Abel in front.

In fact, they are just people close to Abel, and they know very well that their man has an inexplicable affection for this country.

Even in many of his offices, there is this kind of "painting" in classical Chinese characters, which is actually a calligraphy plaque hanging here.

They discussed this, but it was just an act of attracting Abel's attention.

Abel was naturally listening, but he didn't take it seriously when they thought the calligraphy around them was beautiful.

Because he is very talented in art, although he doesn't know how to calligraphy, he can tell at a glance that the calligraphic characters hanging in Building No. 2 or simply engraved on them are very ordinary.

Here comes the question, why do Chinese people hang very common calligraphy fonts here and there, and even many ancient buildings are engraved everywhere?

The reason is simple, because most of the calligraphers here are signed by the same person. He is an emperor, and his reign title was Qianlong when he reigned...

The original site of this hotel was expanded in the hands of the Chinese emperor. He liked this place very much, and after the expansion, he wrote and signed everywhere.

Here, there is a tradition of taboo for the venerable, plus it is the characters left by the emperor, so it is naturally preserved, and there are many places.

But at this time, Abel was not in the mood to discuss these calligraphy with the two of them, which was actually very rude.

Because the person in charge of entertaining them here has not yet left, and is smiling beside Abel, communicating with him in fluent English.

It's not a serious topic, but the weather here.

"It's a bit hot to come here now. It will be much better in October. I didn't expect Mr. Smith to come here earlier, which really surprised us."

"Wang, you can actually speak Chinese. I can speak Chinese. I seldom speak Chinese with people in the United States, and I feel a little unfamiliar. Maybe you can speak Chinese with me, which can be regarded as helping me practice my oral English."

Hearing Abel's Chinese with a southern accent, the latter was obviously surprised. He thought that he could speak Chinese, but he was so fluent unexpectedly.

With a smile and kindness, he met Abel's request and replaced his fluent English with standard Chinese.

People up to Abel basically lived in, and their luggage was also moved in.

After chatting for a while, Wang said goodbye with a smile and left, saying that he would continue today's topic when he invited Abel to dinner in the evening.

I wrote more than 7,000 words, but in the end I was discouraged, and I deleted most of it and only so much remained. Think about this part, or skip it quickly. That's all for today.