Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 594 - 205: Men and Women Experiencing Little Day’s Mixed Bathhouse (Part 2)
Little Day has his own national sentiment here, so he wouldn’t interfere in the internal affairs of other countries.
Things like rescuing a teacher, which are thankless tasks, let’s just skip them.
Not to mention Little Day, even the domestic LSP might reap heaps of bad reviews.
.....
In the days that followed, Sun Dasheng was quite relaxed.
Like he was on a vacation.
The negotiations with the two companies they were looking to acquire were handed over to the employees of the Japanese branch to handle. (Otherwise, what’s the branch for?)
He was basically just receiving yesterday’s information every day, and then spending the rest of the time wandering around Kyoto with Ozawa Masami.
Little Day’s Kyoto is indeed bustling.
But it’s just that.
Scenes from a modern metropolis are something Sun Dasheng has long become accustomed to in Shanghai City back home, with no trace of novelty.
Seeing Mr. Sun uninterested in all this, Ozawa Masami bravely suggested: "Mr. Sun, why don’t we go to Hokkaido to soak in a hot spring?"
Hot spring?
It’s now May in the solar calendar, which is April in the lunar calendar.
A time when it’s just warm but still chilly.
The temperature in Hokkaido now is 8-17 degrees, which is perfect for hot springs.
Seeing that Sun Dasheng was tempted, she continued to sweeten the deal: "Mr. Sun, we have hot springs here that are extremely special."
"Oh? What’s special about these hot springs?" Sun Dasheng really got interested.
It’s not for any other reason, but because Ozawa Masami’s words triggered his memories.
Remember those Little Day movies where many female clerks go on business trips to hot spring inns with their male bosses, and it often just so happens there’s only one room left.
Ahem...
Stop.
Why do I always like thinking in that direction?
Not good.
I should delete those T disks and not let these things affect my thoughts.
"We have mixed-gender baths that other places don’t have." Ozawa Masami blinked her cute big eyes.
This little girl, has she gotten naughty after spending some time with me?
She even knows to test officials with this trick?
Which official can withstand such a test?
"Ahem... alright, let’s go have a look, don’t overthink it, I just want to see what this mixed-gender bath is like, no other thoughts." Sun Dasheng said with a serious face.
Ozawa Masami immediately bowed: "Yes! I know, Mr. President."
Tokyo was slightly hot today, and the buttons on the neckline popped open a couple of times, revealing what was tightly wrapped, giving Sun Dasheng a broad view.
This Little Day’s young lady, not to be underestimated.
....
Ozawa is a very good assistant.
Sun Dasheng only gave the instructions yesterday, and today she got the travel itinerary and tickets all sorted out.
Even the hot spring hotel they were staying at was booked in advance.
The scenario of only having one room left wouldn’t happen.
This made Sun Dasheng slightly dissatisfied, sometimes a slight error at work would be nice.
But things always happen dramatically.
"What? The room we booked is already occupied?"
Ozawa Masami was very unhappy with the words from the front desk at the hot spring hotel.
"Yes, sorry for the trouble, but it’s entirely our hotel’s fault, causing you inconvenience, we’re really sorry."
That’s how Little Day’s service personnel speak.
Just like their politicians.
Bowing, apologizing, and not taking responsibility.
The implication seemed to be: I’m bowing and apologizing, what more do you want?
Ozawa Masami was so angry she shouted: Non-national, embarrassing us abroad!
The front desk only realized that the handsome man accompanying her was a foreigner.
So immediately initiated the emergency protocol: summoning the manager.
The manager hurried over.
First, a proficient set of bows and apologies.
Due to the presence of foreign friends, no shirking responsibility this time, instead they were assigned a very luxurious king bedroom.
"Really sorry, Mr. Sun, this room is the most luxurious in our hotel, usually reserved for our president for holidays, I consulted with the president, and this room is let out for Mr. Sun’s enjoyment, sorry!"
After speaking, another deep bow.
What could Sun Dasheng do?
Of course, forgive him.
Such thoughtful people are hard to come by.
As if they knew what he was thinking, like a worm inside his belly.
Whatever you think of comes true, he has no reason to be angry.
But Ozawa Masami beside him was still puffed up, so he waved the manager away.
"We’ll handle the rest ourselves."
"Alright, I wish the guests a pleasant stay!"
The manager left.
"Okay, they didn’t do it on purpose, let’s not talk about it, network fault, it seems your Little Day’s online ticket booking is not quite mature yet."
Sun Dasheng tossed his luggage aside and sprawled on the bed.
No wonder it was arranged for the company president; it really felt comfortable, almost as good as the million-dollar mattress at home.
Ozawa Masami’s housewife instinct kicked in and she began to tidy up the luggage.
She mainly took the clothes out of the luggage and hung them in the wardrobe in the room. In her words: clothing folded like that in the suitcase would get wrinkled.
Virtuous wife and good mother.
The women here in Little Days are indeed nice.
Actually better suited to our Greater China men.
It’s a pity Chinese men don’t have the channels to know these Japanese chicks.
Isn’t it possible to establish an intermediary company to give Chinese men a chance to see the world?
After all, there are too many low-quality Little Fairies domestically; it’s just right to introduce some quality Little Day women, wouldn’t it be wonderful, benefiting the vast male comrades.
Hmm, this thing is worth doing.
Maybe a hundred years later, the vast male comrades will appreciate the outstanding contribution I made for them, build a temple or erect a statue for me.
Just thinking about it is exciting.
He couldn’t help but think of the two Little Day girls back home (Sato Yoko, Zhong Liying’s Japanese cousin, and her classmate Inoue Keiko), just right since they’re graduated, they can do this thing here.
Right, let’s do it.
Called back home.
Then followed Ozawa Masami to see what’s up.
"This is the mixed bathing you mentioned before?"
Sun Dasheng was greatly disappointed.
"Just tell me, is this mixed bathing or not?" Ozawa Masami’s eyes flashed with a mischievous smile.
Mixed bathing is indeed mixed.
But why are they all old men and women?
With Ozawa Masami’s explanation, he finally understood the meaning of ’born at the wrong time’.
Mixed bathing was indeed a perverse tradition handed down in Little Days.
But during the Heisei era, it wasn’t popular among youngsters.
Therefore, those who came here were mostly guests over middle age.
Greatly disappointed, Sun Dasheng was not at all interested in spending more time here.
Quickly finished his bath.
Returned to the room, a big ’lazy’ laid on the bed.
Ozawa Masami walked in leisurely wearing a thin robe, "Mr. Sun, where should I sleep tonight?"
"You sleep in the living room." Sun Dasheng wasn’t one to be tender-hearted.
"But... there’s no bedding in the living room?" Ozawa Masami frowned, "I just went to ask at the front desk, they said it’s peak tourist season, all guests are full in each room, exceeding numbers, therefore all spare bedding in the inn is gone."
"Oh really?" Sun Dasheng buried his head into the blanket, his voice muffled.
"Then you sleep on the bed."
"Ah? But if I sleep on the bed, where will Mr. Sun sleep?" Ozawa Masami asked, puzzled.
Hmm?
What are you saying?
Of course, I’m sleeping on the bed too, unless you want me to sleep on the floor?
Really overturning the sky.
Sun Dasheng turned over, staring straight at her: "What do you think?"
Ozawa Masami immediately bowed and apologized: "So sorry!"
The waist was bent quite low, the thin robe couldn’t even cover the round and obvious curves.
She was careless.
Spending time with Mr. Sun too long.
Almost forgot the strict hierarchy of Little Day workplaces, actually dared to talk back to a superior.
If before, it would have been a huge workplace mistake.
Luckily certain things in her genes awakened her timely, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Without Sun Dasheng’s direction, Ozawa Masami, who kept her waist bent, didn’t dare to move at all.
But holding like this, her body couldn’t stand it.
Shivering all over.
Especially the chest, shaking fiercely.
Spare the rod and spoil the child, Sun Dasheng patted the bedside: "Come, sit over here and tell me, where exactly did you go wrong."
