Chapter 1345 (2/2)
Kneeling behind him was a graceful beauty, with a pot of sake on the plate held by both hands, and several dishes of his favorite dishes.
”Jianyijun, have something to eat.” The woman in kimono said softly.
As usual, he would not mind sitting in the moonlight with his favorite beauty, drinking two cups of wine and eating some delicious food with chopsticks.
However, at this moment, no matter the beauty or the delicacies, they were like my shoes in front of him, and they were tasteless.Mitsui's old fox is dead, and the CIA is undoubtedly the one who started it.
Worldly wealth has lost its role in the struggle between the great powers. From the beginning to the end, Americans did not pay attention to these Japanese consortia. A Mitsui Hongyuan is just a kill. Do the foxes of Mitsui family dare to seek revenge from the CIA?
He's 100 percent sure that he's the next target for the CIA. He didn't even dare to let his father or his loving people know that, otherwise, he might have been abandoned by the family before the CIA started.
It is no exaggeration to say that his life and death completely depends on Jiang Chen's attitude.
If there are ghosts together to protect him, then he should still be safe.
But who is right about that?
After all, Mitsui Hongyuan died under the eyelids of the ghost agent
”Don't bother me. I have no appetite.”
Impatiently, Sumitomo Jianyi rudely pushes aside the plate handed by the kimono woman.
In a scream, the contents of the plate were knocked to the ground, and the ground was broken with a clang.
I didn't know where I had offended the young master. The woman lowered her head in fear and did not dare to clean up the things on the ground. She just apologized, but did not know whether to advance or retreat at this time.
Sumitomo Jianyi's heart can't help but be agitated.
Just then, his housekeeper came over with a telephone.
”Young master, your phone --”
”who called, don't answer.” Sumitomo Jianyi impatiently started.
”But it's Jiang Chen...”
”Wait! Give me the phone His eyes turned red in an instant, and Sumitomo Jianyi sprang up from the ground. Before the housekeeper came, he rushed forward and grabbed the phone in his hand.
”Go out, all of you!”
The kimono woman and the housekeeper were thrown out, and Jianyi, a resident, walked into the courtyard barefoot.
After taking a few deep breaths, he tried to squeeze out a smile that was not much better than crying and pressed the on button with his trembling fingers.
Almost as soon as the phone was connected, the voice of impatience came from my ear.
”Why so slow.”
”Sorry, I'm...”
”OK,” he said, not interested in listening to his bowing and bowing explanation. Jiang Chen hung the headset on his ear and held the steering wheel with both hands. ”I'll tell you something. You can do it immediately.”
”Hi!” ”As long as you tell me, I'll do it right away!” said Sumitomo
Sumitomo Jianyi's attentive attitude makes Jiang Chen slightly stunned, but soon he understands why.
I'm afraid that Mitsui's death will frighten him.
Without saying anything, Jiang Chen just gave a faint smile and said, ”are you familiar with Japanese folk organizations?”
”Familiar! Of course I am familiar with it! ” Sumitomo Jianyi quickly nodded, ”we have more than 200 non-governmental organizations funded by Sumitomo foundation --”
”I need you to help me stir up the flames.” Interrupted Mitsui Hongyuan's words, Jiang Chen said directly.
Slightly stunned, Sumitomo Jianyi felt something was wrong, but for a while, he couldn't tell where the wrong thing was. After a moment's hesitation, he sobbed and murmured in a tentative tone.
”Dare to ask Whose wind blows? ”
”American.” Jiang Chen said concisely.
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