Capítulo 2050: Chapter 1326: Anonymous
For this funeral, the Fujiwara Family spared no effort, the banquet was prepared exceptionally lavishly.
Unlike communal dining, to provide a tranquil dining atmosphere for their distinguished guests, the Fujiwara Family prepared private rooms for each guest.
In an individual private room.
Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli were already enjoying their al imnsely, while Jiang Chen was playing with his phone.
Although Jiang Chen didn’t run into Cynthia today, he did encounter a rather interesting figure, even if their eyes only t briefly without any verbal communication or exchange.
Perhaps it was intuition.
Jiang Chen instinctively felt that the “Huang Mao” might have so connection to Cynthia.
Who says n can’t have a sixth sense?
Moreover, both were from the Western world, with such extraordinary appearances.
Hmm.
There’s nothing shaful about it.
Jiang Chen never considered himself as the most handso man in the world, nor classified himself as one who relied on looks.
Being less handso should not be surprising.
Thus his mindset remained calm.
However.
Such a figure that catches the eye and is clearly remarkable, yet Fujiwara Reiki knew nothing about them, that was worth speculating.
If it were back ho, investigating soone would be easy, with just a word, ancestral records would be sent over imdiately, but Boss Jiang’s influence obviously hasn’t spread throughout the world.
If Fujiwara Reiki can’t provide answers, who else can be turned to?
A cold, proud little face appeared in his mind.
Alright.
He’s almost developed a path dependence.
Even though the other party has provided him with tily and effective intel multiple tis, Jiang Chen decided not to ask Vera for help this ti.
Don’t put all eggs in one basket.
It’s inappropriate to always rely on the sa person for help.
Glancing at the “siblings” having a good al, Jiang Chen fiddled with his phone, then made up his mind, opened the contact list, and dialed a number.
The other party was quite accommodating, maybe because they hadn’t saved his number, so it connected successfully.
“Didn’t co to Tokyo?”
Jiang Chen naturally greeted.
To untie the bell, seek who tied it.
Finding Vera the interdiary, he might as well go directly to the source.
Hmm.
Indeed.
He directly contacted the distinguished Miss Cynthia.
There was no response from the other side.
It was understandable.
Although she was a beneficiary in the last conflict, she wasn’t exactly the winning side.
To her, Japan might be a place of sorrow.
“Let ask you sothing.”
No lingering attempts to build rapport, Jiang Chen quickly got to the point knowing the other’s personality.
“Are we very familiar?”
A voice ca from the other end.
Quite discouraging.
But to an optimist, it’s a different feeling.
Being a bit of a yes-man, Jiang Chen wasn’t the least bit disheartened, calmly and concisely said: “Related to you.”
“Speak.”
Though not very familiar, at least basic courtesy was extended.
“I just encountered soone at Fujimura Yu’s funeral, with General Bonnie Benjamin, very handso, a sunny big boy…”
Jiang Chen paused without elaborating further, “I just wanted to ask if you know them.”
“You should check the Fujiwara Family’s guest list.”
With that, the phone was hung up.
Can’t bla the other for lacking patience, they even provided a practical suggestion, already quite polite.
Yet if it could be checked, there wouldn’t have been a need to make the call.
Not everyone registers.
For instance, Martial Saint who was having a great al had never registered anywhere.
Jiang Chen didn’t continue bothering, and after being hung up, he calmly found the photos Martial Saint sent him, chose two with the most proper angles, and sent them.
Then, he put down the phone, picked up chopsticks as if nothing happened.
Indeed.
It’s not Fujiwara Family’s ticulousness, but Miss Fujiwara’s care, preparing Chinese cuisine for them.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
The phone rang.
Later than Jiang Chen anticipated by a bit.
Putting down chopsticks, Boss Jiang still leisurely fetched his phone and pressed the answer button.
“Is it your friend.”
He was magnanimous, disregarding past grievances, proactively spoke.
“Don’t you know him?”
Miss Cynthia who called back after hanging up inquired.
“Don’t know.”
Jiang Chen replied, unaware his answer was improper.
Being a formidable figure capable of overpowering Japan, with unfathomable backing, even Cynthia couldn’t discern his organization’s scope.
Such a person, not knowing whom even “he” knows?
Illogical.
But from Miss Cynthia’s perspective, considerations would be scientifically based, so she didn’t think soone slipped up but thought they were pretending to be ignorant deliberately.
It’s a typical example of even the wise making mistakes.
“What did you talk about.”
Would she be curious too?
Jiang Chen remained composed, intuitively verifying, they certainly know each other.
“Nothing at all.”
After a pause, Jiang Chen straightforwardly said: “He just smiled at .”
Just smiled.
Truly a blazing description.
“Are you very familiar?”
Jiang Chen continued probing.
But such personal questions, how could the other answer?
“He ca to see you, it has nothing to do with .”
For so unknown reason, Jiang Chen sensed a hint of sarcasm from the other’s tone.
Must be an illusion.
“See ? Does he know ?”
Jiang Chen inquired without revealing his intentions.
“Didn’t you set fireworks off in Myanmar’s territorial sea?”
Listening to the voice transmitted via radio, Jiang Chen fell silent.
Could it be related to that Mr. H whom he never t even until their demise?
“I didn’t set them off.”
Cynthia thought he was evading by blaming Shen Zhou, little did she anticipate he continued.
“We both set them off.”
Leaving her no room to argue, Jiang Chen promptly added: “You provided the coordinates.”
Hmm.
Great mory.
The phone line then went quiet, presumably speechless.
“I can bear the bla alone, but you must tell about him, like height, weight, age, if he’s married…”
Damn sense of humor.
Sadly, this ti the target remained unmoved.
“How you decide is your right.”
Jiang Chen resigned.
Another tough nut impervious to tactic.
Yet indirectly indicating she’s not overly cautious about the “Huang Mao.”
Thus the pressure lightened significantly, otherwise facing a “Super Saiyan” would really be a headache.
“At least tell a na, right?”
The favored are fearless.
So Jiang Chen could only yield.
“Anonymous.”
The call interrupted again.
Jiang Chen put down the phone, sighed lightly, then smiled self-contentedly.
Consider it progress.
At least they spoke with a hint of humor.
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