Tokyo, Japan---

Tokyo is a bustling and cold city, steel and concrete skyscrapers emerge in an endless stream, the air seems to be filled with a depressive atmosphere, this efficient operation of the huge city, the competition is extremely cruel, want to be a small part of this huge machine without being eliminated, it takes extremely hard work, indifference, huge psychological burden, after the prosperity, but also created a cold city with the highest suicide rate in the world.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling curtain with a teacup, looking at the pedestrians in a hurry on the street, and even the traffic gave people a cold feeling of efficient operation, Song Zhichao took a sip of tea and sighed: "Is it fortunate or unfortunate to live in such a city?"

Coming to Tokyo from Osaka, as the female boss of the Japanese office of Wanda Electronics Company, Fu Qingqing arranged for Song Zhichao and them to stay at the New York Hotel in Tokyo, Song Zhichao lived in 1801, a luxury suite, with warm colors and a sharp contrast to the coldness of the steel jungle outside the window.

As a super barrister specially brought by Song Zhichao this time, Bi Wenfeng said with a straight face: "Natural selection, survival of the fittest." ”

Song Zhichao smiled, "Maybe." ”

At this time, a voice like a silver bell said: "When you asked me to come to Tokyo by name, I was not used to it, the city always gave people a gray feeling, and even their TV series were always a cold tone. Fu Qingqing walked in as he spoke.

Song Zhichao took a sip of tea and didn't say anything.

Fu Qingqing glanced at Bi Wenfeng, who was standing beside Song Zhichao, "Can Bi Dazhuo let me stay alone with Mr. Song for a while?"

Although Bi Wenfeng is old-fashioned, he doesn't understand the customs, and immediately said: "I'll go back to the room to read the information." After speaking, he nodded to Song Zhichao and left the room.

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

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

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

Fu Qingqing said: "Because of your appearance, I betrayed you." He laughed as he spoke.

Song Zhichao smiled: "Do you know how to look? It seems that I will have to cover your face when I see you in the future." ”

Fu Qingqing stepped forward, hugged Song Zhichao's back, put his face on Song Zhichao, closed his eyes and said, "To tell the truth, I miss you so much." ”

Just a few words, but full of indescribable thoughts.

Feeling the rare tenderness of the woman behind him, Song Zhichao couldn't help but be a little distracted. Is this still the Miss Fu who likes to go crazy and argue at every turn?

Song Zhichao didn't dare to move with the teacup, and let Fu Qingqing hug him behind his back and pour out his lovesickness.

Fleeting ---

Song Zhichao saw Fu Qingqing let go of his arm, then turned to look at her, stared at her hazy eyes and said, "I'm sorry." ”

Fu Qingqing sneered: "Why do you want to say I'm sorry?"

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

Fu Qingqing's expression stiffened obviously, and he barely smiled: "Who told you, my brother?"

Song Zhichao nodded.

"You don't think I deliberately asked him to tell you, do you?" Fu Qingqing said with a wink.

Song Zhichao put down the teacup in his hand: "Does it make sense to talk about this now? The important thing is that you have to take care of your body." ”

Fu Qingqing sneered: "You're right--- in fact, I didn't intend to make you responsible from the beginning, so I will take care of myself, as well as the child in my belly, because he is my baby and my future." ”

Song Zhichao smiled: "Then I'm curious, will his surname be Song or Fu in the future?"

Fu Qingqing put his arms around Song Zhichao's neck, looked at Song Zhichao's face with beautiful eyes, and said seriously: "Then it depends on how much property you give him in the future--- if you divide more, you will be surnamed Song, and if you have less, you will be surnamed Fu." ”

Song Zhichao was speechless, so he had to reach out and gently scratch Fu Qing's small nose, and said with a smile: "Naughty!"

Looking at Fu Qingqing in front of him, Song Zhichao's heart was full of thoughts, for him, this time in Japan is definitely not as simple as simply dealing with the crisis.

It is clear that this crisis is aimed at his Wanda Electronics Company, and now Song Zhichao has obtained semiconductor resources in Osaka and solved the urgent need, but none of the three giants he faced, Sharp, Sony and Mitsui, are easy to mess with, so to speak, Song Zhichao is facing a battle of life and death, either lose or win.

"I've always believed in you," Fu Qingqing said, "you can overcome everything, and no matter how many dangers there are in front of you, they can't stop you." ”

Song Zhichao smiled: "You think too highly of me." ”

Fu Qingqing: "Isn't it?"

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

Fu Qingqing smiled: "I will never invest in loss-making transactions. ”

Just as the two were laughing, someone knocked on the door,

Jin Jiu's voice: "Mr. Song, according to your instructions, I have contacted Yasuo Mitsui, and he has asked you to meet at seven o'clock in the evening." ”

Song Zhichao nodded and said, "Go take a bath, you have to take a bath and change clothes for important meetings, our ancestors are a state of etiquette!"

Fu Qingqing couldn't help but laugh.

......

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

A place like a club is definitely a good place to discuss important things, first, the environment is good, what you want, and secondly, it is more secretive, you can't get in if you are not a member of the club. Last but not least, put an end to all the news media drills, and even if something happens, the club's managers will help you fix it.

Therefore, to be able to open such a club in Tokyo is absolutely powerful. In front of him, this club is actually a small place under the Mitsui Group, and it is also the preferred venue for the Mitsui Group to entertain high-ranking officials and chaebols.

The reason why Yasuo Mitsui chose the place to meet Song Zhichao here is actually to tell Song Zhichao, I am not afraid of you threatening me--- I have lost a lot of real estate in gambling, and I am not afraid of you going out.

Large private room ---

Yasuo Mitsui crossed his legs, holding a red wine glass in one hand and a slender Japanese beauty in the other, and did not mind Song Zhichao's arrival at all.

Fu Qingqing, Bi Wenfeng, Jin Jiu and others all stayed outside, and it can be said that this time he met Yasuo Mitsui single-handedly.

Yasuo Mitsui despised this bold and reckless guy who had set himself up in Hong Kong, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Zhichao saw that Yasuo Mitsui didn't speak, and he didn't get up to greet him, so he found a sofa to sit opposite Mitsui, and then smiled and glanced at the beautiful woman in Mitsui's arms and said, "I'm sorry Miss, can you go out for a while, I have something to talk to Young Master Mitsui." ”

The beauty was surprised that Song Zhichao could speak Japanese, glanced at Song Zhichao, and felt that this Chinese was very handsome, at least much more handsome than the Mitsui master next to her.

However, on the surface, the beauty still snuggled up to Yasuo Mitsui very much, and asked "Do I want to go out" with her eyes.

Yasuo Mitsui slapped her on the buttocks, and the beautiful woman understood, so she stood up obediently, walked to the door, opened the door gently, and then walked out, closed the door and left.

In the room, only Yasuo Mitsui who was shaking a red wine glass and Song Zhichao who was wearing a white suit remained.

Song Zhichao picked up the red wine on the coffee table and poured himself a glass very unceremoniously, then looked at Yasuo Mitsui and said, "Are you afraid?"

Yasuo Mitsui smiled contemptuously: "What am I afraid of? I asked you to meet here just to tell you that you don't want to threaten me with my gambling business, I will never be afraid!"

"Oh, is it?" Song Zhichao smiled, smirking strangely.

Yasuo Mitsui crossed his legs: "......"

I don't understand what Song Zhichao is laughing at, at this time, the door of the private room was pushed open, and an old and deep voice said: "So now, are you afraid?"

Yasuo Mitsui might as well have the audacity to break in, and was about to open his mouth to scold, but when he looked back, he suddenly trembled, his face turned pale, and he showed a frightened expression.