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"Hello, I'm Su Cheng," Su Cheng said first in Hong Kong dialect.

Unexpectedly, to his surprise, the caller was not Brother Wu or anyone else, but a burst of Japanese came from the phone.

The voice was very sweet, a young woman's voice.

"Mr. Su, I am Junko Sakurada, who just met you yesterday. I don't know if I have disturbed your rest or business. I'm really sorry," the voice on the other end of the phone said.

The caller was Junko Sakurada, who had just met at the Dongying branch of Nami Entertainment.

Su Cheng was very surprised by Junko Sakurada's call.

Although he had given Junko Sakurada the hotel's phone number, he never thought that Junko Sakurada would contact him.

After all, under normal circumstances, there is no connection between the two, because the gap between the levels of identity is too large.

Su Cheng left early that day, and Yokokawa Eitaro, the general manager of the Dongying branch of Nami Entertainment, also called him to report that the signing went very smoothly. After that, Su Cheng no longer needed to handle it himself.

Since the signing was successfully completed, is there anything else that cannot be resolved?

Could it be that her original signing company is causing trouble and preventing her from successfully terminating the contract with her original company?

Even so, Su Cheng still relied on Xiao Ai's translation and said to her: "No disturbance, I just happen to have nothing to do. I wonder if Miss Junko Sakurada has anything to do?"

Su Cheng spoke very slowly, because this was not a language he was familiar with.

The most familiar Dongying vocabulary to him is nothing more than ya mie die, qimoji yi, kawaii, ku ni yiqi wa, qiao dou ma de, onii-chan, ola ola ola... muda muda muda... dame dame dame... xi na xi na xi na, etc...

These were not learned by him now, but were understood by him in his previous life without being taught.

"Mr. Su, I wonder if you are free today?" Junko Sakurada asked.

For some reason, Su Cheng felt that Junko Sakurada's voice seemed a little unnatural when she answered, as if there was a trembling feeling.

"I'm free, you can say anything you want," Su Cheng replied simply.

He was curious about what this Miss Junko Sakurada wanted from him.

Listening to her seemingly nervous voice, could it be that she has something difficult to say to him?

It shouldn't be?

But he will know what's going on by listening to what she says.

Although it is said that artists can also get a lot of exposure by relying on scandals.

However, Junko Sakurada has always felt that this kind of news is negative, and she doesn't need it.

Therefore, although she has been in the industry for 7 years, Junko Sakurada still has no scandals.

"I'm sorry, Miss Junko Sakurada, my current identity is more sensitive, and I have to bring a lot of bodyguards when I go out, so it's very inconvenient. Otherwise, if it really doesn't work, you can tell me on the phone," Su Cheng directly refused.

Although Junko Sakurada is a pretty girl, Su Cheng didn't intend to meet her like this.

Hearing Su Cheng's refusal, Junko Sakurada became quiet.

After a while, Junko Sakurada spoke again: "Then I'll go find you. I'll disguise myself first and try not to be recognized. Mr. Su, please wait."

"It's okay. I shouldn't be going out normally during the day today. The Imperial Hotel can be driven directly to the underground parking lot, and then take the elevator to the service desk. You can tell the staff at the service desk. Under normal circumstances, you won't come into contact with anyone. If you disguise yourself, no one should recognize you. Even if they do recognize you, they won't spread it everywhere," Su Cheng reminded.

In fact, Junko Sakurada's worries were completely overthinking.

As the hotel most favored by diplomats, the privacy and confidentiality of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel are very good, and the security here is also very strict. The paparazzi can't get close to here at all, let alone take any photos. As long as Junko Sakurada drives directly to the underground parking lot, how can any paparazzi see her?

Moreover, the guests of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel are basically wealthy or powerful people from foreign countries, and they have no interest in exposing her as an entertainer.

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"Okay, Mr. Su, where I live is about five kilometers away from the Tokyo Imperial Hotel, so it will take about half an hour to get to you," Junko Sakurada said.

After that, the two hung up the phone.

Five kilometers certainly doesn't take half an hour, but she has to disguise herself, so it will definitely take a lot of time.

Su Cheng thought for a while, then called the front desk and told the receptionist that a lady would be looking for him in about half an hour. At that time, he would ask the front desk to find someone to take her up.

After hanging up the phone, Su Cheng returned to the balcony again, picked up the book, and lay on the recliner to leisurely continue reading "The Red and the Black".

"The Red and the Black" is a monument to French and even European literature in the 19th century. The novel revolves around the protagonist Julien's personal struggle and the description of two love experiences, revealing the class struggle during the restoration dynasty, reflecting the political darkness, the corruption of the church, the reaction of the aristocracy, and the broad picture of life in which the bourgeoisie is obsessed with profit. Julien's two love motives are both based on the possession of love to ultimately achieve his political goals.

It is said that after this book was published, it was listed as a banned book by many countries. "The Red and the Black" far exceeded the level that contemporary writers could reach in the psychological depth of excavation. It pioneered the later "stream of consciousness novels" and "psychological novels".

This book can become a world-famous book, there must be a reason for it. The reason why Su Cheng reads it is also to try to learn useful knowledge for him in the novel.

A book of hundreds of thousands of words, Su Cheng read only a few hundred thousand words in the morning. The reason is naturally because Su Cheng's reading speed is not fast, but he reads it slowly, chewing on the things in it that are useful to him.

Half an hour passed quickly, and at this time, Su Cheng had entered the world of the book and could not feel the passage of time at all.

At this moment, a doorbell rang outside the door.

Su Cheng looked at the time on his wristwatch and realized that half an hour had passed. (End of this chapter)