Trailing behind were two young, beautiful won dressed in kimonos, their heads slightly lowered, taking small steps as they followed the man in the suit into the room.
It must be said that the influence of Japanese culture is strong because the first image that popped into Lin Tian’s head when he saw the two kimono-clad Japanese won was a scene from a Japanese romance film.
Back in his first year of high school, Sun Decai’s family was the richest, and sotis he would secretly bring a laptop, which Lin Tian rembered had Japanese romance films on it.
Initially, Lin Tian thought kimonos were rely props used in those films until he later learned that they were a traditional Japanese garnt. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but associate kimonos with Japanese films.
However, Lin Tian couldn’t understand why Futian Yizhi had brought two Japanese won with him.
"Mr. Lin, what do you think of these two beauties?" Futian Yizhi asked with a smile, but his question left everyone puzzled.
Asking about these two won out of the blue, what was he up to?
"They’re okay," Lin Tian honestly replied.
Although these two kimono-clad won couldn’t compare to Xiao Manxuan and Zi Yan, they were still beautiful, and Japanese won are inherently submissive, a trait many n often like in a woman.
Out of female intuition, Xiao Manxuan and Zi Yan glanced at the two Japanese won and then at Lin Tian, feeling a sense of wariness.
"Haha, Mr. Lin, if you like them, they are yours," Futian Yizhi said, shocking everyone.
The conference room suddenly fell silent. Even the Bai family father and son wore astonished expressions, while the Japanese showed no surprise, as if they had known about it all along.
Lin Tian almost spit out the tea he had just sipped; he forcefully swallowed it down with a "gulp." Damn it, Futian Yizhi was so straightforward—using both money and beauty as temptation. Few n could resist, and Lin Tian had to admit, his way of persuading others was simple, direct, and brutal.
What do n strive for all their lives? Money, won, or power? Now, with the first two right in front of him, readily available at his fingertips without effort, eight or nine out of ten n wouldn’t be able to find a reason to decline.
Futian Yizhi didn’t know Zi Yan’s identity, thinking she was rely Lin Tian’s personal assistant, or even his lover.
Because as soon as he ca in, Futian Yizhi had noticed her submissive and tender deanor towards Lin Tian, even giving him a close massage. He even thought Xiao Manxuan might be Lin Tian’s woman, so he unreservedly brought out the two kimono-clad won and offered them to Lin Tian in front of everyone.
In Japan, powerful n expect their won to be submissive, so Futian Yizhi thought there was nothing wrong with his action.
Xiao Manxuan and Zi Yan looked displeased. They thought this would just be a normal transaction negotiation, but it escalated to offering won, and they felt a surge of anger.
Even without looking, Lin Tian could feel their displeasure. Because they were won, they disliked this kind of transaction, and they feared that Lin Tian might succumb to the temptation.
For a mont, nobody spoke, and the atmosphere turned sowhat awkward. anwhile, the two kimono-clad won still stood there with lowered eyes, seemingly trained to be submissive in such situations without showing fear or resistance.
Lin Tian suddenly found them pitiful and even lantable, devoid of their own thoughts, rely obedient. However, this wasn’t surprising. Won were trained to be this way, just as n were trained to be killers, turning into killing machines.
All powerful forces were the sa, employing any ans necessary to achieve their goals.
Just then, another man walked in from outside; it was the sa man in a suit who had gone out first. He held a bottle in his hand and handed it to the injured fat man. Nomura Tarou poured out a few pills, swallowed them, and within seconds, his complexion looked normal again, though his hand was still swollen, the pain seed to have subsided.
His actions broke the tense atmosphere in the conference room.
Lin Tian stood up, waved his hand at them, and said, "You can go now, and forget about targeting the leisure center."
Initially, Lin Tian was sowhat curious about the two kimono-clad won, but that was just due to the influence of Japanese films. Now, he had lost interest in them. Two puppet-like won held no appeal.
Seeing Lin Tian dismiss the Japanese, Xiao Manxuan and Zi Yan breathed a sigh of relief. It also signified that Lin Tian had resisted the temptation of money and beauty, making them suddenly see him, who often seed like a lecher, in a new, more manly light.
"Mr. Lin, I hope you’ll reconsider," Futian Yizhi spoke, maintaining a smile but with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
As an ambassador dispatched by the Rizhao Group to expand into the Huaxia market, his authority was imnse, and his status high. When had he ever been treated like this? He felt toyed by Lin Tian and anger from this and past grievances erged, his tone carrying a sense of oppression.
"I’ve told you to leave. Are you deaf? You have no right to change my decision," Lin Tian said coldly.
He was extrely repulsed by the idea of using won as bargaining chips, comparing it to ancient emperors sending their daughters to barbaric tribes to secure peace, rather than having them beco eunuchs."
"Baka, you must not disrespect our great Futian!" two n in suits stepped forward, pointing at Lin Tian and scolding loudly.
Lin Tian stood up, gave them a faint look, and in a swift motion appeared in front of the two n.
With two slaps, the n in suits scread and rolled onto the floor.
Before anyone could react, Lin Tian had already returned to his seat, as if he had never moved at all.
Such speed was everyone’s thought, including Zi Yan, who had almost never seen Lin Tian fight before. Seeing him in action now, she realized her brother-disciple was even more formidable than she had imagined.
The two Japanese n ca to help the beaten n up; their cheeks were swollen, with clear handprints marked on their faces.
Hattori Xiuming had remained still until he saw Lin Tian’s speed, and with surprise in his eyes, he subtly moved closer to Futian Yizhi to prevent Lin Tian from attacking again. As for the well-being of others, he couldn’t care less.
Bai Yuanhao felt awkward and annoyed because the Bai Family was the host, welcoming the ambassador from Rizhao Group. Now, being humiliated here, he had no face left as the host.
"Lin Tian, you assaulted a foreign guest, you must provide an explanation, else it will tarnish our reputation in Xikou City, a responsibility you and the Xiao Family cannot bear!" Bai Yuanhao said emotionlessly as he pinned the bla on Lin Tian for assaulting a foreign guest.
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