The hotel he booked was The Peninsula Tokyo, one of the most luxurious hotels in Tokyo, and the cheapest room cost 3,000 a night.

Out of the airport, the driver sent by the hotel was already waiting at the exit of the station, holding a sign with Liu Zheng's name in his hand.

When the driver saw Liu Zheng walking towards him, he immediately ran in small steps to meet him, and asked in standard Mandarin, "Is it Mr. Liu Zheng?"

"It's me." Liu Zheng nodded.

"Great. I am the driver sent by the hotel to pick you up, do you want to leave now or go to pick up your luggage first? The driver asked respectfully.

"I don't have any luggage, let's go to the hotel now." He replied.

Liu Zheng never likes to bring luggage when he goes out, except for a change of clothes, chargers, documents and keys, the rest can not be brought without bring, anyway, there are generally in the hotel.

He doesn't have any cleanliness habits, as long as he looks at it without stains and smells it, it doesn't matter.

Tokyo is one of the most densely populated cities in the world, higher than Beijing and Shanghai, and the traffic is predictable.

Although Liu Zheng's Jiangcheng is also congested, it is mainly concentrated in Jiangtan District and Wenchang District, while the traffic in the Economic Development Zone where he lives is very smooth, and there is almost no traffic jam.

After only moving two positions in half an hour, he finally showed an impatient expression.

The driver saw it in the rearview mirror of the car and immediately apologized, and the Mandarin was mixed with Japanese, so that his forehead was sweating.

Liu Zhenglian said a few times that it didn't matter, but the driver still didn't stop, he had to say very seriously: "It's okay, Mr. driver, you don't have to apologize for this." On the contrary, if you continue to apologize, I will instead see it as an offense to me. ”

That's what made the driver shut up.

Actually, the drivers themselves may not be really sorry, but this is just a "culture of shame" in Japan.

As long as someone is dissatisfied or there is a problem, then you have to apologize, whether the matter has anything to do with him or not.

However, apologies are apologies, and it is impossible for anyone to be responsible, so you can only pull a bunch of people to kneel.

When I arrived at the hotel and finished the check-in procedures, Liu Zheng asked the front desk, "Can you help find a tour guide?" ”

The front desk was a dignified and atmospheric woman who is relatively rare in Japan, and replied politely: "Yes, I don't know how long you need to hire Mr. Liu, what are your needs?" ”

He thought for a while and said, "The time is uncertain, and if you need it, you are familiar with kendo halls, martial arts halls and the like in Tokyo, and it is better to have friendships." ”

The front desk was stunned for a moment, she had heard countless requirements for tour guides, some to be beautiful, some to be able to speak multiple languages, some to find a tour guide and sleep with them, or the first time I heard that there was a friendship with the martial arts hall.

Although there was a black question mark on the end, the customer was God, and she replied: "Then sir, you go to the room to rest first, and when I find a suitable person here, I will send the information to your room." ”

The top hotel service is indeed in place, Liu Zheng praised it, and then went to the room first as he said.

The location of his room is good, facing the garden next to it, and you can see that there are already many couples or children who have come to the garden for picnics and play.

Liu Zheng couldn't help but sigh a little, once his biggest wish was to go to the imperial capital to see the chairman and the Forbidden City, so he ate instant noodles for two whole months.

And now he is standing in the most luxurious hotel in Tokyo, overlooking the people below, but he is not as excited and proud as he imagined, and the high-end consumption that he once dreamed of seems to be nothing more than that.

This is probably the price of the rise in the level of life and the worldview, and the threshold of desire has greatly increased.

I took a shower, changed my bathrobe, and there was a knock at the door.

Liu Zheng opened the door, and the waiter respectfully handed over a booklet and said in a low voice: "Mr. Liu, this is the roster of the tour guide you want." ”

"Okay, thank you." He nodded.

"No thanks, you can contact the front desk through the landline if you need anything." The waiter bowed again, then turned and left.

I have to say that Liu Zheng admires the practitioners of the Japanese service industry very much, with his inhuman physique, he may not be able to bear to bow like this every day, I really don't know how these mortal fetuses persever.

Sitting by the window, he flipped through the information book that had been sent.

The information book is neatly done, with photos and biographies on the left page, and biographies on the right.

After a quick browsing, a girl caught Liu Zheng's attention.

Apricot Fujiwara, 24 years old, graduated from the Faculty of Letters at the University of Tokyo, where she studied Chinese classical literature under the faculty of Professor Tanaka Mitsunari.

In the photo, she is a beautiful and lovely standard Japanese girl, but her resume says that she has won the runner-up of the All Japan School Girls Kendo Championship.

This contrast made him find it interesting, and after comparing other people's profiles, he decided that it was this Miss Fujiwara Apricot.

I called the front desk, and the front desk said that he would immediately notify the other party to come for an interview.

After about half an hour, the front desk called that the other party had arrived and asked Liu Zheng to go to the living room.

When they arrived at the living room, Fujiwara was talking to a middle-aged man in a suit, and when the two saw him coming, they immediately greeted him.

"Hello, Mr. Liu, I'm Fujihara Xing, first time meeting, please take care of me." Fujiwara, who was wearing a black skirt, covered her neckline and bowed again.

Her Mandarin is already relatively standard, close to the level of Eryi, but the pause is a little unnatural.

"Mr. Liu Zheng, hello. I'm the hotel's legal officer, Arima Dayu, and I'm in charge of the contract signing and legal advice for the two of them. "The arc of the middle age of the suit is much smaller.

"Okay two, let's get started." Liu Zheng nodded and found an empty seat to sit down.

Seeing this, Fujiwara Anko and Arima Tayo also sat down in the seat opposite him.

"What to drink? You're welcome, I don't like politeness. Liu Zheng called the waiter.

"Then I want a cup of Calpis, thank you, Mr. Liu." Fujiwara Apricot instinctively wanted to push, but was held back by his words, so he had to say.

"Just give me a cup of coffee, thank you, Mr. Liu Zheng." Arima Duosheng also said.

"I want a cup of Calpis too, on the rocks, thank you." Liu Zheng said to the waiter.

Soon, the triple drink was served, and the three of them took a sip and began to talk about business.

"The hotel should have told you about my request, right?" He asked.

"As I have already said, I myself am a disciple of the Mingxin Martial Arts Hall, and I have also studied in the Broken Water Martial Arts Hall and the Yinian Martial Arts Hall, and my family still has some contacts with His Excellency Liu Yin Masamune, and there is still some face in the martial arts world in Tokyo." Fujiwara Apricot introduced.

This girl is really not small, Liu Zheng has also learned a little bit of information about Japanese swordsmanship, Liu Yin Masamune is the master of today's Japanese ancient swordsmanship, and he is also the swordsmanship teacher of the Japanese royal family, and he can have a relationship with him, and the Fujiwara family has some face in the martial arts world.

With such a snake leading the way, the difficulty of this mission should be reduced a lot.

"That's good, then there's Miss Rautahara." He nodded in satisfaction.

"I would like to ask, does Mr. Liu want to visit and learn Japanese kendo?" Fujiwara Apricot is actually very curious.

Even if you are interested in Japanese kendo, you will not find a tour guide for it.

"Ah, not exactly, I mainly want to have a fight with various martial arts halls." Liu Zheng thought about it and told the truth.

"I didn't see that Mr. Liu was still a kendo master." Fujiwara said in surprise.

She had secretly observed him just now, and although he didn't look thin, she couldn't see any traces of martial arts, especially his hands were white and tender, not like he had held a sword at all.

"I can't talk about being a master, and I don't know if I'm learning kendo or not, but I remember that Miss Fujiwara was the runner-up in the kendo competition, right?" Liu Zheng asked.

"Yes, I've been lucky enough to get a noun, and it's not enough to worry about." Fujihara said modestly.

"Then ask Miss Fujiwara for two pointers." He stood up.

"Eh, now?" She didn't expect Liu Zheng to be so resolute.

"There is a kendo class in the hotel that you can use." Arima Dosheng port.

"No, let's replace the knife with your hands, Miss Fujiwara, be careful."

As soon as Liu Zheng's voice fell, his right hand pointed like a knife, and his arm drew an arc from bottom to top, bending and bending like a long whip and a sharp blade.

The wind was howling, and Fujiwara seemed to see a shiny katana, slashing at her head.

If it was an ordinary girl, she would be stupid if she wasn't scared at this time, but her eyes lit up, she drank clearly, and she also pointed to her hand and stopped up.

Fujiwara Apricot's hand knife cut precisely at his wrist numbness, and the slash carried the power of slashing outward, which was the "dial technique" in the textbook-level kendo cardinal move "Nine Swords and Thirteen Styles".

She was surprised when she came out, if she could use this level of moves in the kendo tournament, maybe she wouldn't just be the runner-up.

Then, her hand knife slashed into the air, and the inertia made her pounce forward.

Fujiwara Xing stabilized her figure, and was surprised to see Liu Zheng, who was still making a move just now, and had already sat back in place to drink at this time, as if everything just now was just her hallucination.

"Mr. Liu is so fast." She said admiringly.

"It's over." He said modestly.

"However, Mr. Liu's swordsmanship is indeed not like kendo, it is more like Master Liuyin's ancient swordsmanship." Fujiwara Apricot recalled.

"That's probably right, the person who taught me said that this is the knife technique used by the Ming Dynasty." Liu Zheng said.

As a graduate of Chinese classics, of course she knew what it meant, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Mr. Liu's trip won't be to emulate the Jingwu Sect." Fujiwara asked tentatively.

In the movie "Jingwu Heroes", Chen Zhen, played by Jet Li, picked the Hongkou Gym and kicked the signboard of "The Sick Man of East Asia", I don't know how many people watched it.

As a lover of Chinese culture, Fujiwara Xing has also seen this movie, and she feels that Liu Zheng is likely to want to follow suit, and she is a little vigilant.