() "Yoshimi Kikue already has a score of 95. Unfortunately, I currently don’t have any enhancement options suitable for her. It seems that I will have to find time to visit the world of two superpowers in the future. \u003c Please come for the fastest update. ☆ 138看书蛧☆13800100.☆\u003e" Sitting on the plane flying to China, Ito Cheng thought to himself while playing with the small black ball in his hand.

"Excuse me, where did you buy the little black ball in your hand?" While Ito Cheng was deep in thought, a young woman sitting next to him suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Ito Cheng looked at the other party in surprise when he heard this. He didn't expect anyone to like this toy, but he couldn't care about such personal hobbies, so he smiled and explained, "Is this thing for sale? I don’t know either, because I got this one by chance.”

"Really?" the woman whispered with a disappointed look on her face.

Seeing this, Ito Cheng smiled apologetically, but didn't say anything like "give it to you" to win the other person's favor, even though the woman was pretty good-looking...

The woman also saw that Ito Cheng didn't mean to give the little black ball to her. She curled her lips secretly, withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Liuyun outside the window, and fell silent.

Three and a half hours later, the plane finally landed smoothly at Bei Jing International Airport.

"I didn't expect that after two years, I would be able to stand on Chinese soil again..." Ito Cheng sighed in his heart as he walked out of the departure hall and smelled the strange PM2.5 air.

Then he reached out to stop a taxi, got into the passenger seat, and said in fluent Mandarin, "Go to Bei Jing Hotel."

"Okay." The driver agreed, started the car and headed towards Beijing Hotel.

The traffic of bei jing is still the same virtue. The traffic jam was extremely severe, not to mention it was the rush hour between 5pm and 6pm. The traffic jam was even worse, so the originally one-hour drive ended up taking more than two hours before Ito was allowed to enter the Beijing Hotel.

"You are a rich man showing off your butts. Not only does it cost you a lot of money, but it also takes time. If you had taken the subway directly, you would have already entered the house by now." Ito Cheng thought to himself, holding the room key in his hand and taking the elevator to the floor where the room was located. .

"Ding~" The elevator slowly opened the door.

Ito Cheng, who knew where he was, stepped out of the elevator and walked to the room he booked. Soon he came to a room with the black iron words 1331 nailed on the door.

"Yeah." Ito Cheng opened the door with the key card, pushed the door open and walked in.

"Tomorrow morning, I will go to Liulichang to buy things, and then I will go to that house at noon or afternoon to see my father's relatives." Ito Cheng, who walked into the room, secretly planned.

...the dividing line of memories...

"Mom, I will be flying to China soon. I will call you when I get there." Standing in Osaka International Airport, Ito Cheng said into the phone.

"China..." Eriko paused after hearing this, and said hesitantly, "Ah Cheng. If it's convenient, go to No. xx, Bei Jingxx Street, to see your father's father."

"Uh...Okay." Ito Cheng responded with a stunned look on his face.

"And I'll use your other name when I go there." Eriko said softly.

"I know." Ito Cheng was stunned at first, and then quickly searched the memory in his mind. Soon a Chinese name appeared in Ito Cheng's mind and said.

"Besides, remember to be patient when you get there and don't be too impulsive. After all, it's not as good as home." Eriko warned.

"Don't worry, mother. I will be careful." Ito Cheng comforted.

"Flight xxxx to bei jing is about to take off. Customers and friends, please go to the boarding gate quickly to log in." At this time, the flight announcement in Osaka Airport suddenly sounded.

"Mom, I'm going to board the plane." Ito Cheng said.

"Well, go." Eriko said. Then he hung up the phone proactively.

Hearing the busy signal on the phone, Ito Cheng put away the phone and walked towards the ticket gate with the ticket in hand.

...end of memories...

"...President xxx met with xxx from African country xxx at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse today..." turned on the TV. The female announcer gave the report in a straight and clear tone.

"It's really cordial, it feels like a news broadcast." After recalling it, Ito Cheng sighed softly with a chuckle on his face as he listened to the voice coming from the TV.

Then Ito Cheng went into the bathroom to wash his face, returned to the room, turned off the TV, and left the room toward the restaurant on the ground floor.

In the restaurant, Ito Cheng ordered a table of purely Chinese food, including bei jing roast duck, fish-flavored shredded pork, pot-wrapped pork, twice-cooked pork, mapo tofu, boiled pork slices, ground three delicacies, squirrel mandarin fish, and eggs. Persimmon soup and a plate of leek-filled dumplings…

"Looks like I ordered too much." Looking at the table full of food, Ito Cheng thought to himself.

But Ito Cheng doesn't care. He mainly wants to eat it. Anyway, he can pack it if he can't eat it. Even if he doesn't pack it, he still has the Rubik's Cube space to store the food, so he is not afraid of waste at all.

Under the strange look of the waitress, Ito opened his cheeks and started eating.

"Check out." Half an hour later, relying on the ability of using gas to speed up gastrointestinal digestion, Ito Cheng swept away all the dishes on the table and said to the waitress with a satisfied look on his face.

"The total is one thousand five hundred and eighty." The waitress handed the bill to Ito Cheng and said.

Ito Cheng took the receipt and glanced at it casually, then reached into his pocket and took out a wallet, took out sixteen red-faced old men's heads and handed them to the waitress.

After a while, Ito Cheng took the change handed back by the waitress, and left the Beijing Hotel with a bow and farewell, and walked to the nearby Wangfujing Street, where he prepared to go shopping, open his eyes, and eat.

Just over an hour later, Ito Cheng, who had seen many attractive girls with long legs in Wangfujing, returned to the Beijing Hotel and took a rest.

There was no talking for the rest of the night, and I slept peacefully until dawn.

The next morning, after finishing washing, Ito Cheng had a long-lost meal of soy milk and fried dough sticks in a restaurant, and then took a bus to Liulichang Street outside Beijing Hepingmen. After being guided by several passers-by, Ito Cheng finally arrived. The destination of his trip.

"Is this right here?" Ito Cheng looked up at the three big characters written on the plaque and thought to himself, then stepped in.

There were not many people in Shufangzhai, only four or five people, and they were all elderly people. They were all quietly watching the ☆138看书蛧☆13800100 hanging on the wall. ☆ Behind the counter in Fangzhai, an old man wearing white silk training clothes, with a ruddy complexion and a strong body is sitting on a lacquered wood carved chair, flipping through a book with a thread binding in one hand, and holding a book in the other. A small teapot brings water to the mouth.

Seeing this old man, Ito Cheng paused and immediately walked towards him.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Bai Yuebai?" Ito Cheng walked up to the old man, gave a fist-cup salute and whispered in a low voice.

"It's me, who are you?" The old man raised his head and glanced at Ito Cheng, and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"My Excellency Ito Cheng, I was introduced here by Boss Liu from Japan." Ito Cheng reached out and took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Bai.

"It's the person introduced by Xiao Liu." Mr. Bai reached out to take the letter and checked it. He nodded, opened the envelope and looked at it. After a moment, he looked at Ito Cheng with a smile and said, "Xiao Liu has already mentioned your matter in the letter." Yes, but apart from the fine yellow paper and cinnabar that are easy to get, the other things you want are more difficult."

"Boss Liu has already told me about this, so just let it go." Ito Cheng smiled nonchalantly.

"Little brother is very open-minded." Mr. Bai said with a smile upon hearing this. Then he continued, "Then let's talk about yellow paper and cinnabar. How much do you want, little brother?"

"The more, the better." Ito Cheng answered generally.

"There must be a quantity." Mr. Bai frowned and said.

"It's a thousand kilo wide, and there's no cap on it. As for the cinnabar, it's thirty kilograms." Ito Cheng pondered for a moment and said.

"Yes, but the quantity is too large and you need to wait for a few days." Mr. Bai nodded.

"No problem." Ito Cheng agreed with a smile, then turned around and glanced at the objects around Mr. Bai and said, "Mr. Bai, I'm going to visit my elders later. Do you have anything good to recommend?"

"Oh? It depends on which elder you want to see." Mr. Bai asked with a slight smile.

"Grandpa, there may be an uncle." Ito Cheng said uncertainly.

Mr. Bai glanced at Ito Cheng in surprise when he heard this, but he didn't say anything. He stood up from his seat, walked to the scroll on the side and took it off, then walked to the bookshelf on the side and picked up a thread-bound book. Returning to Ito Cheng, he put two things on the table and said, "This is suitable for giving to the elderly. This Qing Dynasty classic can be given to your uncle, but I don't know what he does, so it may not be suitable."

"I can't help it. I haven't contacted them for many years. I don't know what they do now. I only found out the old man's address in the past two days." Ito Cheng spread his hands and said helplessly.

"That's it." Mr. Bai said with a sudden look on his face.

"But I believe in Mr. Bai's vision, just these two." Ito Cheng smiled and said, "How much."

"That painting is thirty-three thousand, that book is twenty-eight thousand, you can give me sixty thousand." Everyone likes to hear compliments, so Mr. Bai smiled happily.

"Then I'm welcome." Ito Cheng took out a bank card and handed it to Mr. Bai with a smile.

"Xiao Zhang." Mr. Bai reached out to take the bank card and turned to the back room and shouted.

"Here we come." Soon, a short-haired young man who was about 1.8 meters tall, with a relatively strong build, well-proportioned muscles, and a steady lower body, who looked like he had been trained, walked out of the back room.

"Swipe the card, sixty thousand." Mr. Bai handed the bank card to Xiao Zhang and said.

"Okay." Xiao Zhang agreed, took the bank card and walked to the card reader on the side to start operating.

"Tan legs?" Ito Cheng looked at Xiao Zhang walking away and said to Mr. Bai.

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