Great Swordsman Ke Xue

The neon lights on the rooftop restaurant of the Zunhao Hotel are as bright as daylight at night, and the evening breeze blows by from time to time, which is particularly soothing.

However, in this place that should be quiet and peaceful, the noise of a group of people broke the original peace.

Tsukamoto Daiji has drunk a lot and is already a little drunk, but the customers around him still want to pour him more, obviously wanting to see him make a fool of himself.

If it were in the past, Tsukamoto Daiji would have continued to drink with gritted teeth, because the deeper the wine, the deeper the emotion, and if the small request of the customer is met, then the contract will be signed with a high probability, and in that case, making such a sacrifice is nothing.

But this group of customers seemed to come to torture him deliberately. This was the third time in just one week, and there was no intention of signing a contract at all.

Moreover, since he was demoted for no reason a month ago, Tsukamoto Daiji felt that the atmosphere in the company was a little wrong. It seemed that he would make mistakes no matter what he did, and he was always being watched, as if he was being targeted in some special way. His former subordinates and colleagues also tacitly drew a line with him.

Tsukamoto Daiji felt that he might have offended someone, but he racked his brains and couldn't figure out who he had offended. Everything happened very suddenly, and no one came forward to trouble him directly.

"Tsukamoto-san, come on, have another drink!"

"Ah, Mr. Yamamoto, I, I can't do it anymore, Smimar."

Tsukamoto Daiji blushed and waved his hands repeatedly. But the other three people at his table seemed unaware.

Yamamoto, who was sitting next to Daiji Tsukamoto, poured a full glass of beer for him, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Tsukamoto-san, your performance evaluation this month should be far from satisfactory. I heard that if you can't get project investment, you may face the risk of unemployment?"

"This should be a serious problem for people of your age, but I think we get along surprisingly well. Even if it is to support your career, I am willing to pay this money. Come, let's have another drink. After this drink, we will sign the contract immediately."

Yamamoto Hirotoshi smiled very sincerely, but he and the two men opposite looked at each other, and the cunning and ridicule in each other's eyes were not concealed at all. Only Daiji Tsukamoto, who was already drunk, was unaware of all this. Instead, after hearing what Yamamoto Hirotoshi said, he thought of his poor wallet and his wife and children at home, gritted his teeth, and continued to pick up the large glass with a capacity of at least 500 ml.

Amid the laughter of the three people, Daiji Tsukamoto drank the beer fiercely. The wine spilled from his cheeks, soaking his neck and suit, making him look even more embarrassed.

But after finally finishing a large glass of beer, Daiji Tsukamoto, who was about to roll his eyes, turned his head and clearly saw the ridicule on Hirotoshi Yamamoto's face. He felt a little bad, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Poor Tsukamoto-san, you don't really think we will sign a contract with you, do you? You probably don't know who you have offended yet?"

Hirotoshi Yamamoto stretched out his hand and gently patted Daiji Tsukamoto's face. This action was extremely insulting, but Daiji Tsukamoto was now powerless to resist.

Just as Hirotoshi Yamamoto was about to continue to mock and insult Daiji Tsukamoto, the two people opposite him suddenly stood up. Hirotoshi Yamamoto turned his head and his face, which was originally a villain's face, suddenly turned into a flattering and fawning look.

"President Watanabe, Miss Akion, why are you here?"

Nodding and bowing, the arrogant Yamamoto Hirotoshi just now looked like a lapdog.

The two people who walked slowly in the corridor, one was the bad girl Akion Kaku from Teitan High School, and the other man, who looked at least 30 years old, hugged each other intimately, wearing suits and fancy skirts, and seemed to be on a date.

"Nothing, we just happened to be here for a date, and saw you guys were here too, so we came to see you." Watanabe Jun said lightly.

In fact, he didn't want to come here because he felt unlucky, but Akion Kaku next to him insisted on coming here, and he followed him to meet the little request of his tender little girlfriend.

And Akion Kaku immediately said after he finished speaking: "But it doesn't matter, we will go to the special box later, you don't have to worry about us."

The pride in Akion Kaku's tone was beyond words, as if sitting in the box here was a great thing.

Well, if we use Japanese yen to calculate, it is probably 100,000 yen for the service fee. For most people, this amount of money will definitely not be used to buy a seat in a box, so it can be regarded as a manifestation of the charm of money.

"Is this Daiji Tsukamoto? The father of that stupid woman, hehe——"

"Pah!"

Before Qiu Yuanjiao finished speaking, a loud slap hit her face unexpectedly, and the bright red palm print was particularly clear on her face.

And this slap not only made Qiu Yuanjiao, who was somewhat complacent, go blank in the brain, but also instantly made the other people dumbfounded.

"Bitch."

Tsukamoto Kazumi's cold rebuke broke the brief silence. Qiu Yuanjiao looked at Tsukamoto Kazumi in front of him, his eyes were first terrified and shocked, and then became fierce, as if he was going to choose someone to eat.

"Catch her for me!!"

Akizono-kaku had lost his mind a little. It was because he was too embarrassed. The situation on their side had attracted the attention of others. Being stared at by countless eyes, Akizono-kaku felt that his face was as hot as magma.

After Yamamoto Hirotoshi was stunned for a moment, he looked at Watanabe Jun who was silent with a dark face, gritted his teeth, waved his hand and said to his two subordinates: "Go!"

At this time, Tsukamoto Daiji, who was sitting in the seat, had not drunk enough. He also saw his daughter. He was shocked and worried at the same time. He tried to stand up, but as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy.

Just when he thought he was going to fall, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder and helped him back to his seat.

"Uncle Tsukamoto, sit down and rest for a while."

Kouji Shimizu said lightly, patted Tsukamoto Daiji's shoulder gently, turned his head, and saw that Tsukamoto Sumei, who was full of momentum, had beaten the three little bastards of Yamamoto Hirotoshi to the ground with bruises on their faces.

"Tsukamoto Sumi! How dare you--"

"Pah!"

Akizono Kaku was slapped again, but this time, Watanabe Jun beside him had already loosened his hand and let her go, so Tsukamoto Sumi knocked Akizono Kaku to the ground.