Tokyo, Japan—

Tokyo is a prosperous and cruel city. Skyscrapers made of steel and cement are emerging one after another. The air seems to be filled with a depressing atmosphere. This huge city that operates efficiently has extremely cruel competition. If you want to make a small part of this huge machine without being eliminated, you have to make extremely hard work. You are indifferent to human feelings and huge psychological burden. After the prosperity, it has also created a cold capital with suicide rates among the world.

Standing in front of the curtain with a teacup, looking at the pedestrians walking in the streets, and even the traffic gave people a cold feeling of efficient operation. Song Zhichao took a sip of tea and sighed: "Is it a blessing or a misfortune to live in such a city?"

Coming from Osaka to Tokyo, Fu Qingying arranged for Song Zhichao and his friends to stay in the New York Hotel in Tokyo from Osaka. Song Zhichao lives in 1801, which is a luxurious suite with warm decoration and color, which is in sharp contrast to the coldness of the steel jungle outside the window.

As the super lawyer Bi Wenfeng, whom Song Zhichao specially brought this time, said with a stern face: "Survival of the fittest, the fittest survive."

Song Zhichao smiled, "Maybe."

At this time, a silver bell-like voice said: "I was not used to it when you called me to come to Tokyo by name. This city always gives people a dark feeling, and even their TV series are always a cool tone." Fu Qingying walked in as she spoke.

Song Zhichao took a sip of tea and said nothing.

Fu Qingying glanced at Bi Wenfeng who was standing beside Song Zhichao, "Can Bi Dazhang let Mr. Song and I stay alone for a while?"

Although Bi Wenfeng was old-fashioned, he didn't understand the charm. He immediately said, "I'll go back to the room to read the information." After that, he nodded to Song Zhichao and left the room.

Soon, there were only two people in the room, Song Zhichao and Fu Qingying.

Fu Qingying walked towards Song Zhichao and suddenly asked, "Are you afraid of seeing me?"

Song Zhichao was slightly stunned, turned his head and smiled, "Why did you say that?"

Fu Qingying said, "Because you look like you," she laughed.

Song Zhichao laughed: "You can look at the photos? It seems that I will have to cover my face when I see you."

Fu Qingying stepped forward, hugged Song Zhichao's back, put her face on Song Zhichao, closed her eyes and said, "To be honest, I miss you so much."

In just a few words, it is filled with indescribable longing.

Feeling the rare tenderness of the woman behind her, Song Zhichao couldn't help but feel a little distracted. Is this the Miss Fu who likes to go crazy and verbally fight every now and then?

Song Zhichao held the teacup and dared not move around, allowing Fu Qingying to hold him behind her and express her lovesickness.

In a moment—

Seeing Fu Qingying loosen her arms, Song Zhichao turned around and looked at her, staring at her hazy eyes and said, "I'm sorry."

Fu Qingying chuckled: "Why do you say sorry?"

Song Zhichao sighed: "I already know about your pregnancy."

Fu Qingying's expression was obviously stiff, and she barely smiled: "Who told you, my brother?"

Song Zhichao nodded.

"You don't think I asked him to tell you on purpose, did you?" Fu Qingying said with a blink of an eye.

Song Zhichao put down the teacup in his hand: "Is it meaningful to talk about these now? What is important is that you must take good care of your health."

Fu Qingying chuckled: "You are right - actually I didn't plan to make you responsible from the beginning, so I will take good care of myself and the child in my belly, because he is my baby and my future."

Song Zhichao smiled: "Then I'm very curious. Will his surname be Song or Fu in the future?"

Fu Qingying hugged Song Zhichao's neck, looked at Song Zhichao's face with beautiful eyes, and said seriously: "It depends on how much property you will give him in the future - if you have more, your surname is Song, and if you have less, your surname is Fu."

Song Zhichao was speechless, so he had to reach out and gently scrape Fu Qingying's small nose, and smiled and said, "Naughty!"

Looking at Fu Qingying in front of him, Song Zhichao's thoughts were surging. For him, coming to Japan this time was definitely not as simple as dealing with the crisis.

It is clear that this crisis is targeting his Wanda Electronics Company. Now Song Zhichao has obtained semiconductor resources in Osaka and solved the urgent problem. However, none of the three giants he faces are easy to mess with. It can be said that Song Zhichao is facing a life-and-death battle, either losing or winning.

"I have always believed in you," said Fu Qingying. "You can overcome everything. No matter how many obstacles there are in front of you, you can't stop your steps."

Song Zhichao smiled: "You look down on me so much."

Fu Qingying: "Isn't it?"

Song Zhichao: "I hope your decision is correct."

Fu Qingying smiled: "I never invest in a loss-making business."

Just as the two were joking, someone knocked on the door.

Jin Jiu's voice: "Mr. Song, you have contacted Mitsui Yasuo as you ordered and he asked you to meet at 7 o'clock in the evening."

Song Zhichao nodded and said, "Go to take a shower. For important meetings, you need to take a shower and change your clothes. Our ancestors are a country of etiquette!"

Fu Qingying couldn't help but laugh.

...

At 7 o'clock in the evening, Yasuo Mitsui, the heir of the Japanese Mitsui Group, arrived at a private club located in the western suburbs of Tokyo early in the morning.

Places like clubs are definitely a good place to discuss important matters. First, the environment is good, and there are whatever you want, and second, it is more secretive. If you are not a club member, you can't get in at all. Finally, there is another important thing, to eliminate all news media and even if something happens, the club manager will help you settle it.

Therefore, it is absolutely great to be able to open such a club in Tokyo. The club in front of you is actually a small venue under Mitsui Group and is also the first choice venue for Mitsui Group to host senior officials and chaebols.

The reason why Yasuo Mitsui chose the place where he met Song Zhichao was actually to tell Song Zhichao that I am not afraid of you threatening me - I lost a lot of real estate in my gambling card, and I am not afraid of you going out.

In the private room—

Yasuo Mitsui raised his legs, held a red wine glass with one hand, and hugged a slim Japanese beauty with the other, not minding Song Zhichao's arrival at all.

Fu Qingying, Bi Wenfeng, Jin Jiu and others were all staying outside. It can be said that this time he met Yasuo Mitsui alone.

Yasuo Mitsui despised this guy who acted boldly and pretended to be himself in Hong Kong, his eyes flashed and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing that Yasuo Mitsui didn't say anything and didn't get up to greet him, Song Zhichao looked for the sofa and sat opposite Mitsui, then smiled and looked at the beauty in Yasuo Mitsui's arms and said, "Sorry, can you go out? Young Master Mitsui and I have something to say."

The beauty was surprised that Song Zhichao could speak Japanese. She looked at Song Zhichao and thought that this Chinese was very handsome, at least much handsome than the Mitsui man beside her.

However, on the surface, the beauty still snuggled up to Yasuo Mitsui in a coquettish manner and asked with her eyes, "Would I want to go out?"

Yasuo Mitsui patted her ass, and the beauty understood and stood up obediently, walked to the door, gently opened the door, then walked out, closed the door and left.

In the room, only Yasuo Mitsui was shaking his red wine glass and Song Zhichao in a white suit were left.

Song Zhichao picked up the red wine on the coffee table and poured himself a cup of it bluntly. Then he looked at Yasuo Mitsui and said, "Are you scared?"

Yasuo Mitsui smiled contemptuously: "What am I afraid of? I asked you to meet here to tell you that you should not threaten me with my gambling cards, I will never be afraid!"

"Oh, is that?" Song Zhichao smiled and smiled strangely.

Yasuo Mitsui raised his legs: "..."

I don’t understand what Song Zhichao laughed at. At this time, the door of the private room was pushed open, and an old and thick voice said, “So what about now, are you afraid?”
Chapter completed!