Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 598 - 207: Little Day’s Perverse Cuisine (Part 2)
Upon hearing Okamoto’s explanation, Sun Dasheng was not too surprised.
Because this news, which was not confidential, he had already checked before coming.
However, he still encouraged, "Okamoto-kun, very well done, I will commend your achievement to the headquarters."
"Hi, thank you, President, I have one more important piece of information."
"Oh, let’s hear it."
"From the outside and the financial reports, Mazda seems problem-free, but the internal debt crisis is actually buried, and with the constant depreciation of domestic currency and several market crashes, Mazda is indeed beset by crises, and the break of the capital chain is not far off."
"Is it that serious?" This point indeed was beyond Sun Dasheng’s expectation.
What would this be called?
When the time comes, heaven and earth join forces?
"Hi, this information was inadvertently revealed to me by a classmate who serves as a Chief Financial Officer at Mazda when drinking."
Okamoto Renjin pointed out his source of information.
Sun Dasheng expressed understanding, keeping a subtle vigilance at the same time, alcohol can cause trouble.
Many times, many confidential big events are caused by slips of tongue while drunk.
The loss caused is immeasurable.
Tsk tsk, it seems, is this the heavens helping me?
No, perhaps it’s those who fought against the Little Day after all these years helping me.
The dishes were served in an orderly manner.
Whenever guests finished a particular piece, attendants would promptly serve more without disturbing the guests’ refined pleasures.
Sun Dasheng subsequently picked a piece of sashimi from "small lotus just showing its sharp tip," and it melted on entry; indeed, worthy of their boasting of the top-tier cuisine.
But why is there a faint salty taste amidst the genuine taste of fish?
However, it’s quickly overshadowed by that subtle body fragrance.
How to put it?
A small piece of sashimi, offering a complex taste experience for the palate.
Must admit, this dish from the Little Day is indeed quite perverse, but the taste is decent.
The indoor atmosphere was very lively.
Little Day’s sake also started flowing.
Sun Dasheng followed suit, having a few cups, which were quite bland.
Only the Little Day likes this kind of wine, if in the country, it would undoubtedly be beaten.
At the end of the female body banquet.
The attendant brought several portions of golden-fried food.
Okamoto Renjin proudly introduced himself, "Mr. Sun, I bet you’ve never tried this dish, it’s also a specialty of our Little Day."
Other Little Day also chimed in, and all showed sly smiles.
Just from Sun Dasheng’s perspective, why do these Little Day’s smiles look increasingly perverse?
Could there be something beyond the surface looking like fried food?
So he humbly asked for guidance.
Not waiting for Okamoto Renjin beside him to speak, Maeda Koji sitting opposite promptly snatched the topic; could not let Okamoto boast alone, right?
He also had to make recommendations for Little Day’s traditional cuisine.
He proudly said, "This dish is called Gold Granule Meal, it’s the most unique cuisine of our Little Day, unique worldwide, impossible to find it elsewhere, and even in the country, few could afford it."
Blowing this bragging, what is there not in our great Home of the Planters?
Even KFC, McDonald’s when introduced domestically, immediately had True Kung Fu, Dicos, these purely nationalized fast-food restaurants.
For a grand nation, Little Day’s vision is still too narrow, cannot truly know the power of the Home of the Planters’ culinary.
However, when the other party said the following words, Sun Dasheng turned astonished, directly raised both hands in surrender.
Freaking Little Day, in terms of perversion, there is no strongest, only stronger.
He admitted defeat.
This stuff, domestically really lacks, and cannot possibly have.
"Mr. Sun, do you see the attendants serving this dish?" Maeda Koji teased.
Sun Dasheng swept over, finding the attendants serving this dish indeed had some peculiarity, all were barely pubescent twelve or thirteen-year-old girls.
"Can you hire child labor here?"
"NONO, this isn’t hiring child labor, they are all our family members, brought from young orphans, raised with care; they’re just helping out here, usually don’t need them for work, rest assured, dear guests."
Mamasan immediately came out to explain.
Good gracious.
What kind of life does the upper class from Little Day lead?
This isn’t the feudal times; totally slaves’ era, right?
All like this tune, huh?
However, speaking back, indeed Little Day’s most corrupt upper echelon has continued down, even after World War II not cleared out.
"Please continue, Maeda-kun," Sun Dasheng gestured.
Maeda Koji smiled nodding, gesturing, "These exquisite flavors are produced by them."
He pointed out the origin of this dish.
Sun Dasheng was dumbfounded by this statement, what does it mean?
He didn’t consider it possible, only feeling it’s too perverse, right?
Maeda Koji, seeing his reaction, nodded gratifyingly, "Mr. Sun, you are right, these Gold Granule Meal come from them."
Seeing the other having a wanting-to-vomit expression.
He promptly explained, "Don’t worry Mr. Sun, this dish is extremely clean."
Ugh...
Better left unsaid.
Saying this, Sun Dasheng nearly threw up.
Dog stuff, how so perverse?
Can this stuff be clean?
If so, is there anything dirty left worldwide?
Yet traveling abroad, cannot lose face for the Heavenly Dynasty, particularly before Little Day.
Thus he feigned indifference nodding.
Seeing the approval, Maeda Koji grew more spirited.
"Rest assured, this dish’s making is to high precision."
How precise is it?
Next, he eloquently expounded:
First select among numerous candidate beautiful young girls (of course must be virgins) those not menstruating within the next ten days.
Then these chosen girls strictly follow detailed club requirements for exercise, drinking, eating, living daily.
A week later, the restaurant sends someone to choose and collect those meeting requirements’ excrement as materials, then garnish with various expensive spices, steam, fry, and finally mold to traditional medicine pellet shape and size, appearing extremely smooth.
Also some according to customer specifications made into feces shape—finally coated with edible gold powder, the Gold Granule Meal is promptly completed.
Darn it.
Sun Dasheng endured with great difficulty.
If not for national image, he would leap up to hammer these perverse fellows.
Just how perverse a nation can create this kind of perverse ’cuisine’, huh?
Sun Dasheng can only deem them ’Perverted Immortals’.
No idea how these Little Day’s brains develop.
Under Maeda Koji’s introduction, those previously due to status or rank unable to encounter this tier’s cuisine, called ’Amazing’ one by one, faces showing eager perverse smiles.
Beholding Gold Granule Meal on the dining table, eyes congested like crimson, seemingly this legendary treat, not tried once is a lifelong regret.
"Mr. Sun, let’s start," Maeda Koji spoke inducing his own gluttony.
Someone in his position wasn’t always able to eat this delicacy.
Most preparations required lengthy lead time.
Moreover, according to client’s taste, they adjust food ingestion during preparation.
Either chocolate flavor, tomato flavor, cucumber flavor ensured to meet customer satisfaction.
"Yoshi, indeed worthy of the Empire’s ultimate cuisine, still that flavor." With Sun Dasheng’s nod, Maeda Koji could no longer resist, began to pick it with chopsticks.
His subordinates looked at him longingly.
Lacking his command, they dared not touch chopsticks.
Still need to enforce ranks and distinctions.
After Maeda Koji enjoyed several bites alone, he glanced at his subordinates, showing Sun Dasheng an apologetic smile, then said to them, "Go ahead!"
"Hi!" Then one by one impatiently picked the delicacy before them.
Okamoto Renjin wasn’t lagging behind, casting an inquiring look to his side, toward the President.
Sun Dasheng said nothing, just lightly nodded.
"The President allows you to start!" Okamoto Renjin’s nod made Keno Capital’s crew thrilledly eat.
Seeing this group of Little Day scrambling for ’excrement’, Sun Dasheng bore with difficulty.
He wants to laugh.
Wants to burst out laughing.
