Peerless Junior Uncle

Mr. Fu, it is really not easy to meet you. "

Fu Qingcheng looked at the man in a suit in front of him, Yin Jiu had an unnatural smile on his face, his height did not match the other Fusang people, although he was thin, he looked aggressive.

"Mr. Watanabe, you're being polite." Fu Qingcheng said something indifferent, and it seemed that he and this Mr. Watanabe were not happy.

Watanabe Sasaki put down the exquisite blue and white porcelain cup in his hand, straightened up and said: "Mr. Fu, I came here today to express my apology to you. Last time I made a mistake. I originally wanted to buy you a drink to apologize. , but you have rejected me every time, so I will pay a personal visit today, Mr. Fu, please accept my apology."

Seeing Watanabe's sincere apology, and even bowing in their hibiscus etiquette to apologize, Fu Qingcheng just slanted the corner of his lips slightly, and sneered: "Mr. My restaurant will be demolished?"

A sternness flashed under Watanabe's lowered eyelids, but the moment he raised his eyes, he completely concealed it: "Mr. Fu, what happened today was unavoidable, and, to express my apology, I brought you a gift."

"No need." Fu Qingcheng said, but Watanabe shook his head and said, "Please accept." He took a long sword from the side as he spoke, the scabbard was black and golden with alternate patterns, resembling a cherry blossom pattern.

Fu Qingcheng frowned slightly, this sword was very familiar.

"This is Murakami Jiichiro's sword." Watanabe held the sword in front of Fu Qingcheng with both hands, and looked at Fu Qingcheng with firm eyes. Fu Qingcheng was slightly surprised. For the samurai in Fusang, the sword is everything. In a duel, the loser's sword will be taken as a trophy by the winner, and the loser will commit seppuku with this shame. (/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~It’s nonsense, don’t spray it. The author is going to cry......)

In other words, the person from last time will not end well now.

The eyes that fell on the cherry blossom saber deepened a little. Fu Qingcheng didn't say anything. The dog biting dog had nothing to do with him.

Seeing that Fu Qingcheng didn't refuse again, Watanabe's eyes softened a bit: "Now, can I have a drink with Mr. Fu?"

"Fu Mou still has something to do, Mr. Watanabe will use it slowly." Fu Qingcheng said lightly: "As for the sword, since Mr. Watanabe brought it, Fu Mou would rather be respectful than obedient, and I will ask someone to come up and get it later. "After finishing speaking, he bowed his head politely and wanted to turn around and leave.

Watanabe's eyes flashed a gloomy look, but before Fu Qingcheng reached the door, he was stopped by a man in kimono standing at the door, and a Fusang man who was a head shorter than Fu Qingcheng looked up at Fu Qingcheng with a wicked smile Qingcheng, Fu Qingcheng's face turned cold: "What does Mr. Watanabe mean?"

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Watanabe's eyes flashed a gloomy look, but before Fu Qingcheng reached the door, he was stopped by a man in kimono standing at the door, and a Fusang man who was a head shorter than Fu Qingcheng looked up at Fu Qingcheng with a wicked smile Qingcheng, Fu Qingcheng's face turned cold: "What does Mr. Watanabe mean?"

Sasaki Watanabe sat down on the chair behind him, and said, "I sincerely want to buy you a drink, and I ask Mr. Fu not to refuse again and again."

Fu Qingcheng glanced at the Fusang people blocking in front of him, a chill flashed in his eyes, he was just arrogant in the concession a few days ago, but now he dares to do this in his own territory, is he deceiving me that there is no one in Huaxia?

"Go back and drink." The Fusang people at the door raised their chins, looking a little arrogant. In Fu Qingcheng's eyes, it was an idiom: dogs rely on power.

The person at the door, Fu Qingcheng, didn't pay much attention to him. As long as he wanted to, it would be fine to do these two now, but it would be more troublesome. His own identity was already embarrassing. He Tingge must be looking into it, and he didn't want to cause side effects.

"I'll drink with you." Just as Fu Qingcheng was weighing the pros and cons in his heart, a faint, yet casual and domineering voice sounded from outside the door.

Before Watanabe could relax his brows, the Fusang man at the door heard the impatient voice of the people around him: "Good dogs don't get in the way."

Fu Qingcheng was a little surprised that He Tingge was here, but he was only shocked for a moment, and there was not much expression on his face. He Tingge saw him so indifferent, and a trace of irritability flashed in his heart. Confused Watanabe said, "How do you drink it?"

"Your Excellency?" Watanabe vaguely felt the proud aura of the visitor. Although he was wearing ordinary clothes, his whole body exuded a killing intent like a steel gun.

He Tingge took a sip of Li Huashi on the table and said, "This is not suitable for you, come and change the wine."

The waiter outside the door heard the words and came in to get the wine, but Watanabe blocked it with his hand: "I like this kind of wine very much, so I don't need to change it." The waiter turned to look at He Tingge, He Tingge just opened the chair and sat down, lazily leaning on the back of the chair : "I have long heard that Fusang people like to imitate Chinese culture. It started thousands of years ago. I didn't expect that they still insist on it. I just don't know that your kneeling legs are comfortable to sit on such a high chair?"

"Baga." The man in the kimono standing at the door couldn't hold back when he heard the words and drew his sword, cursing, but Cai Yong stretched out his hand, and the sword was inserted into the scabbard again. For some reason, the man in the kimono only felt My wrist felt sore and numb, but I couldn't exert any strength.

Cai Yong still smiled slightly: "Qingcheng, long time no see."

Fu Qingcheng came back to his senses and saw a trace of surprise on Cai Yong's face: "Why are you here?"

Cai Yong glanced at He Tingge who was sitting opposite Watanabe in the room, and said: "I asked the young marshal to have a light meal here, and I knew you were busy so I didn't tell you."

Fu Qingcheng looked at the two of them, but said nothing.

Watanabe's hands on his knees tightened slightly, and he looked at He Tingge with a gloomy face that dripped water. At this moment, a man in a suit came in outside the door, and hurried to Watanabe's side to whisper a few words, and Watanabe's expression changed , looked at He Tingge a little strangely, then the corners of his lips moved, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, you have something to do today, excuse me."

As he spoke, he got up and nodded, picked up the coat on the back of the chair and strode out.When passing by Fu Qingcheng, there was a slight pause, a look of certainty flashed in his eyes, and he said to Fu Qingcheng, "Mr. Fu, goodbye."

Fu Qingcheng said nothing with a cold face, until Watanabe walked downstairs, Cai Yong raised his eyebrows: "Why, you have a problem with them?"

Fu Qingcheng paused when he heard the words, then smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing, it's a business conflict."

"Oh." Cai Yong nodded, and he didn't ask any more questions. Seeing that He Tingge in the room was leaning against the back of the chair and didn't intend to get up, he said: "It's getting late, I'll go back first, see you another day."

"Okay, go slowly." Fu Qingcheng nodded.

Cai Yong smiled faintly, put on his coat and went downstairs.Fu Qingcheng turned to look at He Tingge in the room, and said, "Thank you."

"Thank me for what." He Tingge said calmly without looking up, it was strange that he couldn't hate Fu Qingcheng, although he knew that he was doing business with foreigners, and he didn't even know why he offended Fusang people, but when he stood in front of him At that time, he only had a faint sense of joy of reunion.

"Thank you for helping me out, but I won't need it in the future." Fu Qingcheng said.

He Tingge frowned slightly: "Why, are you afraid that my identity will affect your business?" There was a trace of coldness on the corners of his lips unconsciously: "President Fu has a lot of things to do every day, so I won't delay." After finishing speaking, he turned his head and picked it up. Taking a sip of the wine poured on the table, he planned to get up and leave.

Fu Qingcheng was a little puzzled by his sudden coldness, but seeing him like this, he didn't want to say more. The original explanation was also swallowed in his stomach, and he didn't say anything.

..........

When they returned to the Governor's Mansion, it was already dark. Although He Tingge felt uncomfortable, he still wanted to find someone to investigate the conflict between Fu Qingcheng and the Fusang man.

As soon as he stepped into the door, he saw two people in the hall. He Yunshen was turning his head and talking to Haina, when he saw him coming in, he straightened his expression and said, "I'm back."

He Tingge paused, wondering what He Yunshen and Erniang were doing at his residence so late: "Well, Dad, Erniang, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing serious. Your second mother is used to singing, and there is something wrong with the phonograph. She couldn't sleep. She said she came to see you, so she came over. The housekeeper said that you have a meal." He Yunshen said.

He Tingge looked at Hai Na beside him, with a gentle appearance, and said, "Well, it's Cai Yong."

"Oh..." He Yunshen didn't look surprised when he heard the words, and nodded: "I know him, Jin Buyi's capable general."

"Yeah." He Tingge was sitting on the sofa at one side, and Haina looked at him across the coffee table and smiled, "Why don't you see Mu Lan?"

He Tinge paused and said: "He has something to do, Erniang is looking for him?"

"No." Haina smiled: "Did he go to Qinyuan?"

"Er Niang knows?" He Tingge was a little surprised, and frowned.

"Two days ago, my gadget broke down, so I went to Qinyuan to listen to a little song, and I happened to see Adjutant Mu was there, maybe he didn't see me, I saw that he was listening to the opera seriously, so I didn't say hello. I didn't know that Adjutant Mu still had a hobby of listening to operas."

Listen to a play?He Tingge knew that Mu Lan was always outside most of the time recently, thinking it was some private matter, anyway, it was nothing important, so he didn't restrain him, but he didn't know he was going to the theater...

"Tingge." He Yunshen called out, He Tingge is a god, and he heard He Yunshen say: "Now, the situation in the Northeast is like this. Yuan Shijie steals the country. His hand will extend to the Northeast sooner or later, in my opinion." He Yunshen paused After a pause, he looked at He Tingge: "There are no major events during this time, and it's time for you to deal with the major events of your life."

"Father." He Ting