On the third floor of the villa, the curtains obscure the light.

"Brother, why don't you help Big Brother?" Mitsui Imperial Sakura lowered the curtains and looked at Toshiaki Mitsui sitting on the sofa and asked.

"Help him? How can it help? Toshiaki Mitsui, dressed in a black suit, smiled. Mr. Yan and Ms. Yan are partners of our Mitsui Foundation, and my father attaches great importance to this cooperation, and this dinner is also held for them, should I go and kick them out? ”

"Is this what father meant?" Mitsui Imperial Sakura asked, tilting her head.

"I guess so." Mitsui's answer was ambiguous. His father didn't say anything to him, but judging from the current situation, he probably didn't want to stop it.

There are many rights and wrongs of wealthy families, and there are also many grievances.

Toshiaki Mitsui and Hidetoshi Mitsui are brothers. An erudite and talented man who is also quite talented in business. One has a weird personality and spends all day drinking.

"Aren't we going down yet?" Mitsui Imperial Sakura asked.

"Let's go down." Toshiaki Mitsui raised his wrist, looked at the time, and said. "If he doesn't go down, he's going to lose the face of our Mitsui family."

After saying that, Mitsui Toshiaki stood up and walked towards the door, but Mitsui Imperial Sakura's brows were furrowed, and he quickly chased after him-

"Mr. Yan, Miss Yan, I didn't expect that the two of you would make such a big disturbance when they first came." Mitsui Toshiming looked at Yan Murong with a smile and said.

"Did you say him?" Yan Murong pointed to Mitsui Yingjun, who was still lying on the ground and refused to get up, and said. "This kid has a clean mouth and scolds my woman."

"It turned out to be Miss Dong." Mitsui Toshiaki saw Dong Wuyan in a white evening dress, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and after a while, he covered up the past and said. "It seems that it is indeed my eldest brother's fault this time."

After saying that, Mitsui Toshiaki called two servants and instructed the two to help Mitsui Hidetoshi leave before he spoke. "It's just, Mr. Yan, this is a bit excessive, isn't it?"

"Is that too much?" Yan Murong pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and pointed to the villa in the distance, and said. "Are you accusing me of being too late now? I was very happy to see you just now, and since you saw it just now, why didn't you come down and stop me? - Or do you just want me to beat him up? ”

Want to use me as a gunman? There is no door, Yan Murong thought to himself.

After he grabbed Mitsui Hidetoshi and lifted him up, he already felt that someone was watching him, and secretly swept over with his afterglow, and saw Mitsui Toshiaki standing in the window of a room in the villa, and when he saw that he had smoked Mitsui Hidetoshi for a long time and the other party did not react, Yan Murong knew what this guy was thinking about that little bit of caution.

"I don't understand what Mr. Yan means by that." Mitsui Toshiaki's face remained unchanged, and he said with a smile. "How can I say that he is my eldest brother, and you beat him in front of so many people, it is really a shame for our Mitsui family - I think, I don't have to let him come out to apologize later, right?"

"No apologies?" Yan Murong frowned and asked.

"No apologies." Toshiaki Mitsui said. "You beat and beaten, and he was injured too, so I think forget it."

"Oh, that's fine." Yan Murong nodded, pulled Dong Wuyan and Yan Minghua and turned around and left.

"Mr. Yan, what do you mean by that?" Seeing that Yan Murong was leaving, Mitsui Toshiaki hurriedly asked.

"It's not interesting." Yan Murong turned his head and said with a smile. "Since he doesn't want to apologize, then I don't want to cooperate either, so let's go back to our respective homes."

“――”

Looking at Yan Murong's rogue expression, Mitsui Toshiming's teeth itched angrily.

This bastard, why are you so stingy, you have beaten everyone, and you still threaten with this kind of thing.

"Mr. Yan, please stay."

Seeing that Yan Murong and the three of them were getting farther and farther, Mitsui Toshiming couldn't hold back. He knew what kind of character Yan Murong was. That guy is a strange thing, he doesn't care about anything else except himself and his woman, if he is allowed to leave like this, I'm afraid he can really do anything to terminate the cooperation.

"You called me?" Yan Murong turned around and looked at Mitsui Toshiaki with a puzzled expression. "I don't know what Comrade Mitsui told me to do? Do you want to treat me to a late-night snack? But I haven't seen it served yet. ”

Serving? Serve your uncle's dish!

Mitsui Toshiming scolded in his heart, but he still made a humble smile on his face, walked two steps quickly to Yan Murong, and said. "Mr. Yan, I'm just joking, don't be so stingy, right?"

"It's not about being stingy, it's about family dignity." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Why, do you think that if your Mitsui family has dignity, our family can't have it? - You see, he wanted to beat my sister-in-law yesterday, and today he wanted to beat my woman, which is already a provocation to the dignity of our Yan family. ”

Toshiaki Mitsui was speechless, wanting to refute but not knowing how to speak.

Yes, when he was in Hong Kong, he used these words to force Yan Murong to race with him, but he didn't expect that he would lose in the end. And now, in his own country, in his own territory, this man has returned these words to himself as they were.

"Well, I said it wrong." Toshiaki Mitsui took a few deep breaths before saying. "Everything will go according to what we agreed yesterday, and we will invite a few people to enjoy the light, and the dinner will start later, and I will introduce a few presidents of several well-known foundations in our island country to a few people."

"I wouldn't have said that earlier, I had to go so far and then go back, even if I wasn't tired, it would cost me the soles of my shoes." Yan Murong said unhappily.

“――”

To tell the truth, if it weren't for this cooperation, Mitsui Toshiaki swore that even if he didn't want a penny this time, he would have to unload Yan Murong into eight or sixteen pieces, dozens of pieces, and then throw them into the crater of Mount Fuji one by one.

"Haha, Mr. Yan said with a smile, it's all grass here, how can you spend soles?" Mitsui Toshiaki forced the gentleman who made him laugh a little, tried not to look at Yan Murong's face that made him want to go up and punch twice, locked his eyes on Yan Murong's feet, and said. "It seems that Mr. Yan also likes Givenchy's shoes - I just happen to have a pair of wild crocodile leather shoes that are new this year, so I might as well give them to Mr. Yan."

"You're so stingy, you'll give you a pair of shoes when you meet." Yan Murong pursed his lips and said. "Why don't you send a check?"

"Mr. Yan doesn't like it?" Toshiaki Mitsui asked.

"I don't like it." Yan Murong shook his head. "I'm not used to wearing leather shoes, let alone crocodile leather, even if you get double leather, I don't like it - but, since this is your heart, then I'll take it, in fact, our dad likes to wear leather shoes, and he has worn cowhide all his life, and he hasn't worn crocodile leather."