It is indeed him!

Yan Zhuo had a rigorous attitude and never used solitary evidence to certainly, certainly, and affirm that the so-called Takahashi celebrity was Takahashi, the young man he saw at that time who was about to die.

"Name: Takahashi

Gender: Male

Age: eighteen

Origin: Ji (Harmony) Forest

Education: Elementary school?

Position: President of Manho Co., Ltd.

Yan Zhuo looked at the data listed on the paper and sighed, and the question marks on it were all areas that he was not sure about.

How could a guy from a small village in the Northeast who may not even have an elementary school education level become the president of a company in Yuben and be a game star known by tens of millions of people. That's. No, I have to talk to the leader!

The Xinhua News Agency's office in Tokyo is a dormitory, and all reporters at the lowest level and the director at the highest level live in rooms of the same size and size. At most, the leaders' rooms have better floors, better lighting, no moisture in summer, and no cold in winter.

"Knock knock!"

"Who?"

"Director, it's me!Xiao Yan!" Yan Zhuo said outside the door.

"Oh, Xiao Yan, what are you knocking on the door for, it's finally a holiday, why don't you go back and get a good night's sleep?" the middle-aged director opened the door and said in a blaming tone, but not much blame.

He is Xiao Yan's senior, and both graduated from one of the two strongest universities in China. Although Wudaokou is not yet the center of the world, the Chinese who can go to any of the best two universities are well-deserved in China.

The director named Fu Jian did not blame Yan Zhuo for bothering him so late, on the one hand, because of such an alumni friendship, and on the other hand, because Yan Zhuo's father was in charge of external liaison above, and this part was his top boss.

"Director, I found a big news!" Yan Zhuo walked into the room with the newspaper in his hand and the documents he had written.

Fu Jian looked at Yan Zhuo's energetic appearance and shook his head, and said in the tone of an elder rather than a superior, "Xiao Yan, it's a good thing to work hard. But this body is the capital of the revolution, and you work day and night like this, even Comrade Lao Yan is willing to do it, and I, who is the director, are not willing to do it. ”

"Director, don't say that! Give me two minutes, and I'll finish it in two minutes!" Yan Zhuo said.

Fu Jian, who couldn't stop him, didn't dare to really drive Yan Zhuo out, so he had to nod and allow Yan Zhuo to report.

A minute and a half later.

"You mean, a relative of an orphan who returned to Japan came to RB to work in the dark and almost died of exhaustion, and then unknowingly became a celebrity in Yueben, and unknowingly founded a company? Xiaoyan, are you sure that this news is true? You have not seen the rural people in China, and you are not responsible for those orphans who have returned to Japan. It's not that you don't know how ignorant they are. A semi-literate person has become a big star in Yueben, do you believe this!?Xiaoyan go to bed early, I see that you have been a little tired recently, and the day after tomorrow I will ask the director for some vacation, you can rest and rest!"

"I don't believe it either!" But, ......" Yan Zhuo spread out all the newspapers in his hand, "But!

Fu Jian shook his head, this young master is really difficult to serve, he suppressed his unhappiness and said softly, "Since this is the case, then Xiao Yan will trouble you to work more and investigate this matter clearly." Give me the detailed report in two weeks!"

"Yes!" Yan Zhuo said.

Back in his room, Yan Zhuo lay on the tatami mat, looked at the information he had collected, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Morning.

The cool wind blows through the streets, and although Tokyo is not low, the temperature is not too low even when it snows because of the sea, so it is not difficult to understand that young girls and young women wear short skirts in winter. However, because of the heavy humidity in the waterfront, there are many people in Tokyo who suffer from rheumatism.

Yan Zhuo was not obsessed with the skirts of young girls and young women, and he had never seen women. When he was in China, he could hold a veneer ball.

This kind of veneer dance led by the children of high-ranking cadres is on a par with the Haitian feast in later generations, if it weren't for the anger from above, they were severely cracked down. If it weren't for the fact that he was well-informed and sent him out of the country in advance, maybe he would have eaten guns like those unlucky eggs now.

What's wrong with sleeping with a few schoolgirls?

I didn't force them.

It's not all voluntary.

Yan Zhuo was very unhappy with the old stubbornness above. Isn't the country you have worked so hard to build for us to enjoy?

Of course, now Yan Zhuo has almost forgotten these things. He Lao Tzu said that if he worked in Yueben for another year, he would be able to return to China and be promoted. But to be honest, he is still more accustomed to his books than returning to China.

Free and open.

Isn't it better to find female high school students and get money by yourself?

He even wants to rely on the United States at home like Ben, so that he will not be so backward. Isn't it as developed as the book?

Although he has not been resident in China for several years, the "River Death" faction, which he formed with a group of like-minded people, has become more and more marketable in China.

I hope that those ignorant and backward inferior people can understand that only by hugging the thigh of the United States can they live a free and prosperous life.

Yan Zhuo was a little sad, how good it was for him to arrange him to the United States at the beginning.

It's a pity that the old stubborn just doesn't listen to himself.

Alas......

"May I ask if this is Manho Co., Ltd.?" asked Yan Zhuo in Japanese.

The old man in the mailroom on the first floor was not very good at Japanese, and the young man next to him got up and asked, "Yes, is there something wrong with you?"

Nasty Chinese accent.

Yan Zhuo didn't have the politeness just now, he said as if his superiors had ordered his subordinates, "I'm Yan Zhuo, a reporter from the Xinhua News Agency's Tokyo office, and I want to interview your president, Takahashi." ”

"Xinhua?" the young man muttered in Chinese, discussed with the old man for a while and replied, "Sorry, the president is not available today, you can make an appointment now, and we will arrange your interview when the president is free." ”

Booking?

A broken company with Chinese still needs to make an appointment?

Scold!

"Is your president a Chinese? If so, let him come down immediately, this is an order!" Yan Zhuo said sharply.

It stands to reason that these mud-legged men should have been scared and their legs trembled a long time ago.

But...... Why did they sit down again. It's weird......

Yan Zhuo looked at the two people in the mailroom who had sat down and ignored him, and felt that he was very angry, and felt that these people had neglected him.

An inferior person is an inferior person! You can't turn over in your life!

Yan Zhuo felt very shameless, so he didn't care about these two people anymore, and directly raised his legs and walked upstairs.