Regarding the cooperation with the Mitsui family, Yan Minghua doesn't seem to care much on the surface, but in fact, he attaches great importance to this cooperation.

In terms of technology alone, the automobile companies affiliated with the Mitsui consortium are not the best, but in terms of geographical location, they are the most advantageous.

Although Huaxia also has its own brand car factory, it is still inferior in terms of technology, especially in the production of solar cars, which is not up to the requirements, so this is one of the reasons why Yan Minghua chose to cooperate with the Mitsui consortium.

In the living room of the hotel room, Yan Murong and Dong Wuyan sat opposite each other, Yan Minghua had been picked up by someone sent by the Mitsui Consortium, because he was going to the factory to inspect, Yan Murong did not follow.

"Haven't you found out yet?" Yan Murong held a newspaper in his hand and looked at it boredly.

"It should be soon." Dong Wuyan replied softly, looked at Yan Murong with a strange expression, and asked. "Can you read it?"

"You say this?" Yan Murong shook the newspaper in his hand and said with a smile. "I don't understand."

"If you don't understand it, you can read it."

"I can't read the words, but I can read the pictures." Yan Murong pointed to an illustration in the newspaper and said. "You see, the house has fallen, the ground is cracking, and it's obviously an earthquake - why bother to read the words when you can see it by looking at the picture?"

"You're content." Dong Wuyan chuckled.

At this time, Dong Wuyan's mobile phone on the coffee table rang, opened it and glanced at it, and handed the phone to Yan Murong.

"Oh? Is it actually this disease? Yan Murong looked at the line of words on his phone, and immediately became interested.

"Intermittent Psychotic Syndrome?" Dong Wuyan also came over and asked strangely. "What is this?"

"Well, how do you say that?" Yan Murong thought for a long time before organizing the language and said. "This disease is an intermittent illness caused by a disorder of the nervous system."

"I don't understand." Dong Wuyan shook his head.

"Actually, Ya is mentally ill." Yan Murong explained bluntly.

"Understood." Dong Wuyan nodded and asked. "If it's psychotic, why is it intermittent? I haven't heard of intermittent psychosis. ”

"It's not hard to understand." Yan Murong said with a smile. "You know the laws of Huaxia, right? Violations committed by mentally ill persons are not punished by law. ”

"I know." Dong Wuyan said. "So there are a lot of people who want to get away with being mentally ill after doing something illegal."

"That's right." Yan Murong nodded. "That's how intermittent psychosis comes about, but in the medical world, there is no such disease, this disease -- this disease that Mitsui Masao suffers from, is caused by a nervous disorder, but it is also a kind of mental illness, so I am used to calling it that."

"Can you cure it?" Dong Wuyan asked strangely.

"I guess so." Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "There is usually a reason for this disease. For example, if his head is injured, or he has received some relatively large irritation, then he will become ill at a certain time. As long as the cause is found, it is not difficult to cure it - you see, Dong Wuxian's disease is also a mental disease, and I can't cure it all. ”

"Tearlessness is not mental illness." Dong Wuyan said angrily, not wanting to compare his sister with the people of the Mitsui family.

"I didn't say yes." Yan Murong returned the phone to Dong Wuyan, stood up, and said. "Stay here, I'll go out and do some errands."

"I'll go too." Dong Wuyan immediately stood up, looking at Yan Murong with two eyes sparkling.

"I'm out on errands, why are you following?" Yan Murong smiled bitterly.

"I'll be your translator." Dong Wuyan stared at Yan Murong silently, as if he was afraid that if she didn't pay attention, Yan Murong would run away.

"Alright, let's go." Yan Murong thought about it and agreed. After all, it's not to do anything unseemly, there's nothing wrong with taking her there, and what Dong Wuyan said is not wrong. He is not familiar with the place here, and the language is not understood, so it is more convenient to bring an interpreter.

"Where are you going?"

After leaving the hotel, the two got into a taxi, Dong Wuyan glanced at the driver in front of him, and then asked Yan Murong in a whisper.

"Don't act like a thief." Yan Murong said with a smile. "We're here to get down to business, not to rob banks."

As he spoke, Yan Murong took out his mobile phone, put it in front of Dong Wuyan's eyes, and asked. "I can't read the above, do you know where this is?"

"Tokyo Walk." Dong Wuyan glanced at it and said.

"Tokyo Walk?" Yan Murong was a little surprised. "She really knows how to pick a place, and instead of going shopping, she actually picked such a place."

"Who are you going to meet?" Dong Wuyan asked suspiciously.

"You've seen it." Yan Murong smiled and said. "It's the female ninja we met when we went to treat your sister."

"Mie Ozawa?"

"Oh? Do you still remember her name? "Yan Murong is slightly different." I forgot. ”

"You won't be—" Dong Wuyan was a little surprised, but he didn't continue. Everyone understands people, and they know in their hearts whether they say it or not.

"It should be pretty much what you think." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Didn't you say yes?" Dong Wuyan looked at Yan Murong, and a trace of incomprehension flashed in his eyes.

"yes, I didn't say yes when you pulled me into the park." Yan Murong laughed sheepishly. "But then I thought about it, I'll promise you, after all, you are also my woman, and your own women don't help, this is not the style of our Yan family."

"Thank you." Dong Wuyan said softly, but his eyes became more and more gentle.

"Thank me for what? ――You gave me all the valuable virgin~ hymen, I have to take something to repay you. Even if it's an equivalent exchange. ”

“――”

Looking at Yan Murong's cheap smile, Dong Wuyan wanted to punch him.

What I said just now was so sensational, it made people want to cry, and after a while, it was revealed.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I'm just kidding." Seeing that Dong Wuyan's face sank, Yan Murong hurriedly explained.

"I'm not angry." Dong Wuyan grabbed Yan Murong's arm, and two slender fingers began to rage in Yan Murong's arm.

"Why are you pinching me when you're not angry?" Yan Murong asked depressedly.

"I'm really not angry." Dong Wuyan's movements in his hands did not stop, but he said with a serious face on his face. "I didn't choose to be angry, it would only make me uncomfortable - so, instead of making yourself uncomfortable, I would make you uncomfortable for a while."

PS: I didn't hold this chapter out until now at eight o'clock in the morning, and I was not satisfied with the revision several times, so I found out that I was actually ...... Let me sort out the plot, if it is not updated at five o'clock in the afternoon, then everyone will wait, and there will be no more arrears for a long night.