Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 597 - 207: Little Day’s Perverted Cuisine
No wonder it’s a top-notch private hot spring dwelling.
Everywhere exudes the feudal atmosphere of ancient China.
According to the girls, they were trained from a young age.
The main content of the training, of course, is learning how to serve guests.
Isn’t this just like the ’Yangzhou skinny horse’ from the Song and Ming dynasties?
Little Day, you really outdid yourself.
The dregs of our Heavenly Dynasty have been preserved by you.
However, it’s good to preserve them.
In the hot spring, Sun Dasheng comfortably enjoys the service of the ’Flower Girls’.
One opens his back, one massages his shoulders, one pounds his legs, and another sits in his lap occasionally feeding him fruits floating in the hot spring.
As Sun Dasheng was contentedly enjoying the service, he squinted his eyes at Ozawa Masami sitting opposite him, and smilingly told the Flower Girls beside him: "Go on, have two people let my Miyabi try it as well."
Ozawa Masami’s face visibly turned ugly: "Mr. Sun, there’s no need, I’ll be fine on my own."
Seemingly afraid her refusal might anger him, she added: "I’m sorry Mr. Sun, Miyabi has lived frugally since childhood and never experienced such a lifestyle, so I’m a bit unaccustomed to it, please understand."
What’s this?
Wild boars can’t eat fine bran.
Alright!
Sun Dasheng waved his hand.
The two Flower Girls who were about to get up immediately stayed, delighted.
Why?
Of course, because he’s the rich one.
Serve him well, and there’s a reward.
Serve the other one whose nose isn’t a nose and eyes aren’t eyes, they are reluctant.
There’s no benefit, and they’re more likely to earn a cold look.
Merrymaking akin to a feast and orgy always feels fleeting.
The obedience of Little Day women gave him new insights.
Especially those trained from a young age.
Truly: the fate is indescribably wonderful!
Whatever they’re told to do, they do without any extra fuss.
Truly the most obedient ’skinny horse’.
For the gentleman to ride at will.
And before you know it, three days have passed.
Time indeed flies fast.
"Mr. Sun, the company called; there’s some progress on the acquisition. Could you please go take a look?"
Sun Dasheng was merrily enjoying himself, but for Ozawa Masami, the days were dragging.
The company’s news was like seeing a savior to her, immediately coming over to report.
She was eager to return, not wanting to stay a day longer.
"Oh, alright, let’s go back tomorrow." Sun Dasheng was indifferent.
After all, he’s already accomplished the task of bringing glory back to his country.
Farewell, Hokkaido!
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Tokyo.
The bustling metropolis of lights and wine.
Vice President Okamoto Renjin arranged a small yet impressive private dinner for the meeting of both parties.
The dinner’s parties: Keno Capital (Japan), and Mazda.
Yes, the same Mazda that’s known for getting stuck in traffic.
In the era of oil cars, it was glorious.
Now entering the era of electric vehicles, it has gradually fallen behind and is outpaced by the times.
Yet even a broken ship has three pounds of iron, and nowadays Mazda’s market value is still over a hundred billion US dollars, which is not the best, but not the worst either.
Of course, it hasn’t rashly gone against the tide and is seeking transformation.
However, precisely because it was too glorious during the oil car era, transitioning now is much harder than for other brands, with other world-famous car brands like Honda and Nissan in Little Day having the same problem.
Only Toyota’s performance has been decent.
Seeking transformation, the transition hasn’t been very smooth; in recent years, they’ve been surpassed by up-and-coming electric vehicle companies.
It’s anxious.
But being anxious is useless.
Unsuccessful transformation, decline is inevitable.
At this moment, a company suddenly shows up willing to acquire them.
Although the company’s shareholders and executives haven’t considered selling yet, they might as well have a look, prepare for a rainy day, you never know, what if in the future they can’t keep up anymore, right?
They have to find a way out.
Hence this meeting.
To demonstrate Keno Capital’s sincerity.
Also, to satisfy the CEO from the headquarters coming from China.
Okamoto Renjin went to great lengths, arranging Little Day’s most famous — Nyotaimori.
Yes.
Just as you’re imagining.
Prepared food placed on top of whatnot, with a circle of people enjoying it.
Tsk, tsk... when it comes to being perverted, no one can quite compete with Little Day.
Sun Dasheng took the main seat under Okamoto Renjin’s guidance.
Keno Capital’s group sat on his left-hand side.
The group from Mazda sat on the right-hand side, with their president sitting directly opposite Sun Dasheng.
"Clap! Clap!" Okamoto Renjin applauded, and a mamasan came over.
"It’s time to serve the dishes."
"Hey, guests please wait a moment, the dishes will be served soon."
The mamasan exited.
Soon, several young beauties filed in.
Calmly undressing in front of everyone, they quietly lay down on the dining table.
Following were a group of waiters holding trays, beginning to serve dishes on the ’female body’.
"Alright, Okamoto has really outdone himself."
The ghost sitting opposite Sun Dasheng began praising.
However, those lecherous eyes were fixed on the girls.
"Boss, this is Mazda’s president, Maeda Koji."
"Mr. Maeda, this is our Keno Capital’s president, Mr. Sun Dasheng."
Okamoto Renjin was introducing them to each other.
The two smiled at each other, greeting one another.
Maeda turned his gaze to the ’serving dishes’.
Seizing this moment, Okamoto advised Sun Dasheng beside him: "Mazda is one of the few large automotive manufacturing companies in our country which is not majority-owned by the major financial consortiums, so after the command from the headquarters, I’ve chosen this company as a key target."
