The Meicun Pavilion chosen for the talks, located a little northwest of the government office, is very close to the Lishan Shrine, with an antique decoration style, hidden in a nondescript residential complex, and only dignitaries can enter under the recommendation of regular customers.

"Considering that I am not familiar with Shizuoka, I was able to get the recommendation of Miss Miyamoto and come to Plum Village for a light meal, which is really a big stain."

In the tatami mat dining room, there are seven or eight inches of snacks in front of the square table, and the paper door is still closed, and then the waiter will serve the follow-up meal. As the host of the guests, Mito Aoyama sits on one end of the square table with a smile on her face, pouring sake for herself and her guests in a calm and orderly manner.

"I'm sorry for your good words, Eguchi-san, in fact, I rarely come to this restaurant on weekdays."

Midong put down the flask and smiled lightly: "Then Eguchi-san, about the topic we haven't finished talking about in the furniture city, please continue now." ”

"Well, yes."

Shinji Eguchi sat in a restrained and serious posture, and when he tasted wine politely, he also looked preoccupied, and his wine was not small, and he drank it all in one gulp.

"It's a shame to say this. Although he was a distant relative, the deceased Yusaku Putian admittedly had an excellent relationship with Minister Kishida, as can be seen from the naming of the child by his parents. He was already an acquaintance, and then his death would inevitably add a great obstacle to the construction of the remaining two Musashi-class direct drives. The minister is sick every day, not because of the pressure of work, I ...... here."

Eguchi sighed, and he still needed to take Midon's behavior of pouring wine for him: "Three days have passed, and there is no other harvest except for visiting Putian's house in person, which is really ashamed of the minister's expectations." ”

"Well, it's a pity......"

Midong made a concerned expression and slowly put down the algae-colored flask, her eyebrows full of tenderness and thoughtfulness.

The assassination of Mitsubishi engineer Yusaku Puda in Kabukicho will not be forgotten with the passage of time, because it directly alarmed the top of the Japanese government. The Minister of Defense sent the most worthy new secretary to the deceased's hometown to conduct a long-term investigation.

"Musashi-class, so the Ministry of Defense really wants to imitate China's research and development of aircraft carriers and implement the model of small steps and fast walking." She asked tentatively, "It's no longer a matter of building in batches like the early Hinata and Izumo, but the performance of each direct drive is more advanced." ”

"Exactly." Shinji Eguchi was slightly surprised: "Miss Miyamoto's knowledge of the defense field is really surprising, is it because of recent events that have made you interested in your group's Honshu Heavy Industries?" ”

Moko of the Miyamoto family, 20 years old, studying at the Faculty of Literature at Shizuoka University, such a piece of information was investigated by Shinji Eguchi on his own yesterday. Shizuoka City is limited in scale and economically developed, and the Miyamoto Foundation has been stationed in the local area for a hundred years and has strong power, Eguchi came to this prefecture and city with a mission, and there was a chance to meet the eldest lady of the family at the very beginning, of course, I can't miss the opportunity to understand.

"It's not about being interested, it's about being interested."

Midong looked at the secretary with a smile, and took the trouble to pour him another drink, and watched him raise his glass in a hurry with more interest, so as not to panic.

The secretary of the so-called Minister of Defense seems to be just an inconspicuous deputy, but how is it not similar to the chief of staff of the White House, or the great eunuch next to the emperor? In addition, the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare, the Minister of Justice and Internal Affairs and Communications, and the Ministry of Agriculture, Forestry and Fisheries, the Ministry of Defense, although limited by the size of the Self-Defense Forces, will never change in nature.

She saw Eguchi's curiosity being aroused as expected: "Must be interested means ......"

"Our old man recently held a family meeting."

Mi Dong smiled and picked up the wine glass, and for the first time after sitting down, she gently took a sip of the light and energetic sake: "Although the people did not arrive, they did not delay the announcement." And I can imagine that in a few days, those who can't afford to rush back here will all rush back to Shizuoka like crazy. ”

Eguchi's wine glass froze halfway, his swarthy face tense, his eyes wandering. Then it suddenly lit up, like a lit lamp: "What do you mean, do you mean ......?"

"Hehe, it's not interesting." Mei Dong smiled and waved her hand, looking innocent: "His old man is healthy, and we started in medicine, and Miyamoto Pharmaceutical has just been listed in March, and it is the time to soar." Splitting or something, of course, is more than that, the great thing is just to make a choice. ”

At this point, the snack has not yet been resolved, and the follow-up meals are far from being cooked. However, for anyone who comes to the restaurant to eat, the theme is never the meal itself, and the slowness of serving food is also an inherent unspoken rule. Just like when Shinji Eguchi is silent now, Midong can use cold vegetable sauce to pass the tooth sacrifice instead of a serious gluttonous main course.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

Before Eguchi could make a move, the phone suddenly rang, and Midong chuckled and said hello: "It should be from our house and the yarn, calculate the time, it's time to start shipping the goods, hmm......"

said so, but when Midong took out her phone, the finger she was about to press suddenly stopped in place.

Although the volume was turned down very low, at this moment, the most simple three consecutive ringings were too harsh.

"What's the matter?" Shinji Eguchi was also about to say a few polite words, but suddenly saw that Miss Miyamoto's face became a little ugly: "Isn't the phone connected?" ”

“…… Well, no big deal. Midong didn't connect, didn't hang up, just pressed the lock screen button, and then put the phone aside.

"Let's move on to the theme of our meal."

Midong stroked the hair hanging down in front of her forehead and smiled gently: "Since I also talked about Honshu Heavy Industry, the little girl has something very curious about here, and she looks at Eguchi Mulberry ......"

"Ah, please."

"That's good. If, I mean if. ”

Midong blinked a pair of extremely bright eyes, and looked very curious: "If the case you are in charge of will cause Mitsubishi Heavy Industries to delay the construction of the subsequent Musashi-class, is it possible that it will be returned to Honshu?" ”

To Midon's surprise, the Minister of Defense's expression told her that he had heard the point of the question.

"When I return it......

Shinji Eguchi hesitated: "Something like this is definitely not something that a secretary of my district can determine, and I hope Miyamoto-san will understand." But when it comes to my personal opinion, it should be okay...... No, I shouldn't be so sure, but I think I can...... Hmmm......"

Enough is enough.

Midong smiled pleasantly, and sat up straight, leaning forward, her right hand hanging down naturally.

Then very inadvertently, she touched the mobile phone on the side, and at the same time, at this moment, the person who had just called actually dialed again.

But it seems that the caller ID is printed with the four Chinese characters of "Qingshan Meidong"?