Chapter 1689: Good Stuff

"Why don't you eat this fish?"

The girl kneeling beside Kenzo Matsumura got up at the old man's signal and came over to pour wine.

When she came to Li Xuewu in order, seeing that the sashimi in the bowl and dish had no traces of being moved, she couldn't help but ask curiously.

Li Xuewu was indeed a bit surprised to look at her, not surprised that the other party was talking to him, but surprised that she would actually speak.

He certainly wouldn't impolitely think that the other party was a mute because she didn't open her mouth during the banquet; on the contrary.

In this banquet atmosphere that transcended the private and transcended the commercial, she shouldn't have opened her mouth to speak.

At least he thinks that in Japanese etiquette, there should also be this point: when adults are talking, children shouldn't ask about this and that.

"Hahaha—" Kenzo Matsumura looked at the two interestingly, and seeing Li Xuewu looking at him, he explained, "This is Nanako, my own granddaughter, who came to the countryside specifically to take care of me."

Hmm? Isn't this still in Tokyo? How can it be considered the countryside just by leaving the most prosperous urban area?

Thinking of the pavilions and towers seen when coming, this is called the countryside?

Matsumura Nanako saw her grandfather explain like this, bowed her head a bit embarrassedly, and after pouring a cup of wine for Li Xuewu, got up holding the white porcelain wine pot and walked back to her grandfather's side with small steps.

"Is the food not to your taste?"

Kenzo Matsumura seemed to have a childlike interest, or was on the verge of death, living more and more transparently.

"Do you want to..."

"I rarely eat fish," Li Xuewu nodded slightly and explained, "Whether it's raw or cooked, even at home, I don't eat it."

"That must be a regret."

Kenzo Matsumura said a bit dejectedly, "I had an old friend who, like you, didn't eat fish all his life. Until the period before he died, I sent some fish to him."

The old man looked up at the bamboo shadows outside the bright window and stayed for a while, perhaps for three minutes before coming back to his senses. Seeing everyone looking at him, he couldn't help but smile and say, "Did I lose my mind?"

"Grandfather—" Nanako reminded him helplessly.

"I'm really sorry." Kenzo Matsumura patted the little hand of his granddaughter beside him, looked at everyone and said, "He ate all the fish I sent him before he died."

"He also said to me, what a regret in this life, it turns out fish meat is so delicious."

"If a person is starving, he will eat anything, tree bark, soil, and even his own kind."

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows, looked at Kenzo Matsumura in the host position and said, "I have disliked eating fish since I was a child, and there is a reason for it. After all, no one is born to hate a certain food."

"The first reason, when I was a child, cooking oil was a very scarce resource, even if I was born in a city, a medical family was like this."

He shook his head slightly, reached out and pushed the fish sashimi in front of him and said, "If there is no cooking oil, the fishy smell of fish meat is a painful memory. In the era of poverty, what we need is fat, not the amino acids it can provide."

Matsumura Nanako opened her eyes wide unexpectedly; she didn't expect this person to be so rude.

But she also felt that what he said made sense. Did he experience such suffering and poverty?

But looking at his age, it didn't seem like what he said. She still had some understanding of that history, especially since she had such a grandfather.

"Second, human disasters are likely to be a feast for fish."

This time he even put down his chopsticks and said faintly, "I come from Beijing, and there is a saying among the elderly. During the war, the moat outside the city was filled..."

"Mr. Li—" Kenichi Nishida couldn't help it anymore, frowned and reminded, "This is in Teacher Matsumura's house!"

"Oh, did it affect you all?"

Li Xuewu saw that they had already put down their chopsticks, their faces had no fun of enjoying delicious food, and they seemed to be enduring something, interesting.

"I'm really sorry, I remembered some past events from my childhood."

He seemed to be intentional, learning Kenzo Matsumura's appearance just now and said, "Perhaps not eating fish will become a regret I can't avoid in this life. Every time I think of these past events, I..."

"So we must remember history—"

Kenzo Matsumura's reaction was very calm. He looked at Li Xuewu and nodded, saying, "Seeing that the younger generation like you can have such understanding and courage, I am very gratified."

Li Xuewu sat up straight, looked at him, and still endured not opening his mouth to retort under Li Huai De's signal; today he was here as a guest.

"Grandfather, you should rest."

Matsumura Nanako first looked at Li Xuewu's direction, then reminded him softly.

Li Xuewu also saw the dissatisfaction in the girl's eyes, but he didn't care, because it was Kenzo Matsumura who made the move first.

Compared to him, Kenzo Matsumura is an old man, and compared to Kenzo Matsumura, he is a young man; no one needs to be polite to anyone, anyway, the two sides have no conflict of interest.

"I'm really sorry."

Kenzo Matsumura was a bit helpless, and looked at his granddaughter dotingly, then said to everyone, "I'm old, and I need to listen to my granddaughter's management, so the hospitality is not good tonight."

When he said this, he waved his hand at Kenichi Nishida, signaling, "Please entertain the guests well, the tea room has been prepared."

"Must drink a cup of tea," Kenzo Matsumura looked at Li Huai De's direction and said, "Please also experience our tea ceremony culture."

"It's too late." Li Huai De expressed cautiously, "You also need to rest."

"I'm old, you are still young."

He reached out and patted Li Huai De's arm beside him, and said softly, "The future is yours."

Speaking of which, he swept the crowd again, and then said to Li Huai De, "We can sit together today, please cherish each other."

"Of course." Li Huai De nodded, watched the girl support Kenzo Matsumura to get up, and stood up to see the other party off at the same time.

Li Xuewu also stood up, watched the old man walk staggeringly, still trying hard to smile and wave at them; this great perseverance is worthy of affirmation and learning.

If he can have this heart when he is eighty, that is called the blessing cultivated for decades.

"This way please—"

It was still the butler who guided the way, and after getting Kenichi Nishida's consent, he raised his hand to signal the direction on the left.

Traditional Japanese houses look like a big frame, and the rest are separated layer by layer with paper, like walking in a maze.

After coming out of the Japanese-style room, they walked a few steps and arrived at what Kenzo Matsumura called a tea room.

Actually, it is a living room without windows. Looking out from inside the room, the night is hazy, the moon hangs on the branches, pines, cypresses, and red maples in the courtyard reflect each other, and the sound of gurgling water penetrates the eardrums and strikes the nerves.

It must be said that apart from the dampness, living in such an environment is really tasteful and artistic.

It's a pity that Li Xuewu is a vulgar person; through this exquisite courtyard landscape, what he sees is that there is enough financial support behind it.

Where would ordinary families be willing to engage in these ghostly things in the courtyard, and they don't have the soul to appreciate beauty.

Only rich families have this quality, and also have this spare money and spiritual needs.

Li Xuewu's home also has a courtyard, but if he dared to do this, he would definitely be sued.

Only planting vegetables in the four gardens around the house, and raising chickens and planting fruit trees on the left and right sides is a proper family.

Even the small flower garden that Gu Ning tidied up in the east courtyard when she had nothing to do would be mentioned by people who saw it.

Later, Gu Ning heard it, and because of her busy work, she simply asked Er Ya to plant strawberries.

Now that flower garden is Li Shu and Li Ning's territory, and there are endless strawberries to eat every day.

"You misunderstood Mr. Matsumura."

The first sentence after both sides sat down, Kenichi Nishida chose to defend his teacher.

"His experience and past can withstand tests and exploration, otherwise he wouldn't have made so many contributions to the friendship between China and Japan."

"Then did I misunderstand you? Mr. Nishida." Li Xuewu looked at him coldly and asked.

"How to say?" Kenichi Nishida raised his head and looked at him, saying, "Do we need to argue about who is right and who is wrong at this time? Mr. Li?"

In fact, at this time, Old Li had already seen Kenichi Nishida glance at his side, but he picked up the teacup and pretended not to see it.

Kenichi Nishida looked at him, naturally hoping that Old Li could take the initiative to resolve the grievances between the two sides; after all, Li Xuewu is not the head of the Red Steel Group.

It's just that Old Li not only has opinions on him, but also resentment; who told Nishida to stir up with Su Weide.

Of course, you can't say Old Li resents Nishida for providing so many "resources" to Su Weide; from later events, these are all poisons.

But Old Li is not picking this heart, but this reason; you Nishida Kenichi don't have me in your eyes!

Then now I won't talk to you about anything.

It's just that Kenzo Matsumura's face is big enough, they have to come to the appointment, knowing that Kenichi Nishida is very likely to be here.

Really seeing the other party, Li Xuewu's words were slightly sharp, Li Huai De was silent, and his attitude decided everything.

In fact, Gao Yaqin hoped that both sides could properly handle this matter; it was because they were too closely involved that there was a grudge.

If they cooperate fairly and do less useless things, they can avoid similar situations.

Just looking at the major reshuffle of the Sanhe Stock Company's Beijing office, and even the increase in personnel, one can determine that Nakamura has made some changes.

Kenichi Nishida cannot go to the mainland for a short time, so he can only be Nakamura Xiuer as the plenipotentiary representative.

But this representative relationship also made Kenichi Nishida a bit passive.

If he can't achieve anything in the field he needs to be responsible for, then what does the partner want him, this burden, for?

"If you don't want to argue about right and wrong, then at least the first sentence when you see us should be an apology."

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and emphasized, "You dare to move our ship; letting you return here is already our benevolence, what else do you want?"

The atmosphere in the tea room froze instantly; even the butler's role felt this tension and looked at Kenichi Nishida frequently.

He wasn't afraid of anything else; he was worried that this young man would suddenly rise up and beat Kenichi Nishida, which would affect the host's rest.

Don't blame him for thinking wildly, but he saw with his own eyes that the young man leaned forward slightly, ready to get up at any time.

He absolutely didn't doubt that this fierce-looking, sturdy young man would beat Kenichi Nishida and what kind of situation would occur.

Wouldn't he die miserably?

And Kenichi Nishida, intimidated by Li Xuewu's ruthlessness and anger, had some sharper words on his lips but didn't dare to say them anymore.

He certainly wasn't afraid that he couldn't argue with Li Xuewu, but was afraid that Li Xuewu would beat him up if he couldn't argue.

So no matter how well he could speak and how capable he was, sitting there with his face flushed, he didn't dare to speak again.

Whoosh—

The screen door opened, and the girl Matsumura Nanako appeared again. She brought a small ceramic jar with a tray, bowed, and knelt beside the tea table.

Li Xuewu glanced at the other party and was about to focus his firepower on Kenichi Nishida to test what the other party was doing.

It's just that before he could speak, the girl glared at him, held a cup of tea for him, and said dissatisfiedly, "You're the one with the loud voice."

"Who taught you the Northeast dialect?"

Li Xuewu had long heard her accent; it was when she was questioning why he didn't eat fish.

He had traveled north and south for so many years, so he could tell where the accent was from, although the two only had short conversations.

It is very simple to verify whether it is a Northeast accent; just let her say "one, two, three, four..."

"None of your business—" The girl seemed to have a toughness, and also had a proud little temper; she didn't look like a girl taught by tradition.

Gao Yaqin pursed her lips and tried hard to hold back her laughter, glanced at Li Xuewu, and then looked at the helpless Li Huai De.

The atmosphere had been baked to that point by Li Xuewu, and he was about to publicly execute Kenichi Nishida, but a Cheng Yaojin killed his way out.

"Please drink tea—"

It seems the girl only had opinions on Li Xuewu, but she was very polite when serving tea to Li Huai De and the others.

But the butler kneeling in the corner discovered that Nanako's first cup of tea was given to that young man.

"Thank you, how old are you this year?"

Gao Yaqin smiled and thanked her, but asked another gossip question.

Nanako bowed slightly and replied, "I'm a freshman this year."

"Is that so, a college student?" Gao Yaqin could understand the explanation of only saying the grade and avoiding the age; a girl's age is a secret.

Especially with so many men in the tea room, this is a very shameful and embarrassing practice.

She also heard the other party's answer, and then reacted, asking with a smile, "Which university in Japan is it?"

"Not in Japan, in the United States."

Nanako handed the last cup of tea to Kenichi Nishida, then supported the tray with both hands and moved back, sitting on the side of the tea table.

"No wonder—" Gao Yaqin held the small teacup in her hand and looked at Nanako clearly.

Nanako also seemed to know what she meant by "no wonder," and specifically glanced at Li Xuewu.

Hmph—

Hmm? Li Xuewu heard the other party's light hum and couldn't help but twitch his corners of his mouth.

I didn't target you, why are you humming?

"Ichiro Nishikawa of Nippon Steel wants some shares," Kenichi Nishida suddenly brought up this matter, which was considered to have revealed the contradiction just now.

With Matsumura Nanako helping him out, he naturally couldn't waste this kindness, and even more so couldn't let Li Xuewu occupy the upper hand.

So he opened tonight's theme regarding Li Xuewu's actions this morning.

Only entering the theme now?

Of course, you can't expect Kenzo Matsumura to do anything for him; being able to talk here is already an attitude.

"He came to me, I didn't agree to him."

Kenichi Nishida raised his head, looked at Li Xuewu and emphasized, "But they won't give up; Australian iron is developing too fast."

"What do you think Nishikawa wants?"

Li Xuewu looked at him and said, "Just a little share of Australian iron? Or does he want pricing power."

"I feel that Nippon Steel is hostile to us; this cooperation seems to be going to bubble."

"Hehe—" Kenichi Nishida laughed lightly and said, "How big is Bohai Bay? Your Yingcheng shipping development has already threatened them."

"Also, you have also started importing iron ore from Australia, which is a shock to the entire East Asian market."

"They really have a wide reach—"

Li Xuewu also hummed lightly and said, "Are they still planning to snipe us? I hope the international market can open up early."

This is a bit of a threat, because the industrial costs of the Red Steel Group are very low; if they open the market and fight a price war, no one can beat them.

"So they won't sell core technology to you." Kenichi Nishida said very firmly, "This is no different from asking for trouble."

"Nippon Steel is not our only choice, and even Japan's metallurgical industry is not our only choice."

Gao Yaqin couldn't help but remind him, "Ichiro Nishikawa doesn't know the Red Steel Group's current strength, you should know, right?"

"We lack top technology now." Li Xuewu pinched his fingers and said, "It's hard for us to get it without these things, right?"

Seeing Kenichi Nishida frown and nod, he sneered, "So we went to East Germany, and had the international business branch in France."

This Kenichi Nishida is very clear; it was the French Santaia Group that helped Red Steel get the world's most advanced metallurgical technology.

A special point is that the Santaia Group almost ate up the dividends of the Red Steel Group during its development process.

To say he is not envious is impossible; Sanhe Stock Company also made many contributions to the development of the Red Steel Group.

Of course, some were passive, but they also made contributions.

It's just that the two sides have reached such a point, and he needs someone to guarantee him to re-establish a safe and stable relationship with the Red Steel Group.

But this step is a bit difficult to take.

"Competition is the norm; I have never doubted the development potential of the Red Steel Group, otherwise I wouldn't be on your side."

He emphasized very frankly, "What I want to say is planning for the future; you came here this time for technology, and also for the future."

"Everyone is fighting for this; do you think there is hope to take away the best technology from here?"

"Technology can't be taken away," Li Huai De put down his teacup, nodded slowly and said, "But I believe that our coming here is a kind of harvest."

"..." Kenichi Nishida looked at Old Li speechlessly, secretly scolding in his heart: "Damn, I'm talking to you about competition, you're talking to me about philosophy?"

"Please drink tea—" Nanako held the teapot and came to pour tea for Li Huai De, by the way, letting this old man shut up.

Kenzo Matsumura is gone, Li Huai De has become an old man.

Li Huai De glanced at her, looked past her at Li Xuewu, and reminded him to pay attention to this girl.

Li Xuewu had already noticed that this was not a pampered young lady, but a well-informed little fox.

"Everyone has ambition, otherwise there wouldn't be a dispute over Australian iron."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Wanting to use technology to exchange for an admission ticket to Australian iron, it won't work here."

"We didn't think about getting any core technology upstream."

Speaking of this, Li Xuewu couldn't help but smile, and said faintly, "But how long can you lead with such technology?"

"The development of basic industry is definitely not just determined by technology, but also by resources and influence."

He narrowed his left eye and said to Kenichi Nishida, "If Australia's iron ore is not given to you, what will you do?"

Kenichi Nishida was unhurried and said, "I personally won't be afraid, because Sanhe's production is all in China."

He seemed to intend to ease the relationship, specifically praising the Red Steel Group's industrial management system, but Li Xuewu didn't pay much attention to him.

"What if diplomatic relations are normalized?"

Li Xuewu asked meaningfully, "What if enterprises like Honda are willing to extend a hand of cooperation? What will you do?"

What kind of talk is this, what does it mean what Sanhe will do; when the trade gate is opened, is it possible that Sanhe will fall?

However, he also knew very well the implication behind Li Xuewu's words: the Red Steel Group has more choices, so what is there for Sanhe to manipulate?

What is mentioned here is not Honda, because Honda is not involved in the electronics industry field, but there are indeed electronics industries preparing to meet with the Red Steel Group.

How Sanhe developed, and how it killed all sides in the market, they all know, and they all remember.

Now the Red Steel Group is here; they have no reason not to take the initiative to contact. If they can really reach further cooperation, that will inevitably be a blow to Sanhe.

"Sanhe will never be the enemy of the Red Steel Group." Kenichi Nishida thought carefully, looked at the three people opposite and answered like this.

Li Xuewu showed suspicion, Gao Yaqin held hope, but Old Li was calm enough, and at this moment closed his eyes and had no reaction.

"We should be friends," Kenichi Nishida couldn't help but sigh and said, "It was my eagerness that brought trouble to your company; I am really sorry."

Watching Kenichi Nishida bow and apologize with his hands supporting his body, the three people of Red Steel had different expressions.

Matsumura Nanako looked in her eyes, didn't feel that Mr. Nishida was wronged, but had a few more curiosities in her gaze toward Li Xuewu.

Why is he always the one talking, when the person in charge of the Red Steel Group is also at the scene... uh, is he asleep?

Just when Matsumura Nanako was puzzled, a light snoring sound came from the side. She turned her head, but saw that the old man who was also called Mr. Li had actually fallen asleep!

Can one fall asleep on such an occasion?

Does he not care about the enterprise's situation, letting a young man grasp the overall situation?

What is this? It's also that she has long hair and short knowledge. The significance of Old Li appearing with Li Xuewu on formal occasions is to provide proof.

"Have I slept for a long time?"

Before getting in the car, Li Huai De asked Gao Yaqin who was with him a bit awkwardly, his tone a bit weak.

Gao Yaqin smiled helplessly, explained for him, "Busy all day, everyone is very tired."

This sounded like she wasn't helping him find an excuse, but like she was slapping him in the face.

Old Li's face was even redder, because he didn't work hard during the day today; yesterday was too tired, and today he was completely tired.

Even so, he insisted on getting in the car, not letting that little girl continue to look at him with strange eyes.

"My grandfather said, there are various reasons for failure, but there are only a few secrets to success," Matsumura Nanako walked with Li Xuewu when sending them out, "You should be successful, right?"

"Successful what?" Li Xuewu looked at her and said, "I was almost successful tonight, but it was messed up by you."

"Heh—" Matsumura Nanako hummed amusedly and said, "Even without me, you couldn't do anything to Mr. Nishida."

"After all, this is my grandfather's house, can you really force him?"

She glanced at the butler walking in the front, reminded Li Xuewu softly, "Mr. Matsushima has been guarding against you."

"Then do you think he can guard against me?"

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and asked, "If I want to do something."

"Who knows, anyway, that's what I think." Matsumura Nanako raised her chin and said, "Successful people won't go downhill."

"But we are going downhill now," Li Xuewu pointed to the bottom of the courtyard amusedly, where the car was waiting.

"You are really boring."

Matsumura Nanako curled her lips and said, "My grandfather even said you are a rare young talent; now it seems you are just so-so."

"Does your grandfather have times when he misjudges?" Li Xuewu said with a smile, "I think your vision is good, you see people very accurately."

"If you talk like this, it's much more interesting."

Matsumura Nanako seemed to have just met him, looked him up and down, and stood in place.

"If there is a chance, welcome you to visit again."

It was time to say goodbye. She was on behalf of her grandfather to send these guests away, including Kenichi Nishida who hadn't left yet.

"What are you two talking about, so speculative?"

After getting in the car, Gao Yaqin couldn't help but tease with a smile, "Why are you still reluctant to part? Don't you want to stay here as a son-in-law?"

This kind of joke can only be made at this time; if it were during working hours, in the country, Li Xuewu would suspect that her brain had been kicked by a donkey.

"Do you believe that at this time, Kenichi Nishida is seeing Kenzo Matsumura, in that house."

Li Xuewu didn't answer her joke, but pointed to the quiet courtyard direction when the car started.

Li Huai De took a nap and was sitting there listening to the conversation between the two.

After hearing this sentence from Li Xuewu, he couldn't help but ask, "Did that girl tell you?"

"How is this possible." Li Xuewu shook his head slightly and explained, "She is studying at Stanford, not an ordinary little girl."

"What's wrong with Stanford?" Li Huai De frowned slightly and said, "Is it a very famous school?"

"It's considered a very good school," Li Xuewu explained, "Equivalent to Huaqing."

Old Li had no concept of foreign universities, and if it weren't for the fact that there were more college students in the past two years and more professors with study abroad experience, he wouldn't have any awareness in this regard.

In fact, this is also very normal; if it weren't for the "Harvard Girl" in the 90s, who would be interested in universities on the other side of the ocean.

Of course, thirty years have passed, and looking at that book and that girl again, everyone's mentality has changed.

The former idol, now disdain.

Especially some details in the book, compared with the exposure of a certain island scandal, one can find something weird.

Why does that girl have the qualification to live in a Harvard professor's house, and after living for a period of time, she got a crucial recommendation letter.

A bit interesting, right?

What is knowledge? Knowledge is the ability to establish your own thinking mode and correctly recognize and judge senses.

Whether it is seen, heard, or personally felt, you can have a calm and wise perspective to judge it.

That is, removing the filter and seeing the essence.

Li Xuewu explained Stanford to Old Li, and looking back at his attitude toward Matsumura Nanako, even Old Li didn't feel that Stanford was anything great.

Look, Li Xuewu didn't pay much attention to the other party, right?

"Kenichi Nishida is a bit difficult to deal with; I suspect he wants to bind us," Li Xuewu didn't care what was powerful about that girl; he only cared about what Kenichi Nishida wanted to do.

"The importance of this industrial and trade visit is known to both sides."

He sat in the passenger seat, turned back to look at the two, and emphasized, "He wants to take advantage of this opportunity to achieve certain goals, and must find a support point."

"You mean—" Gao Yaqin frowned and asked, "He wants to use us to exert pressure in a certain direction?"

"So we must be vigilant next," Li Xuewu nodded and said, "Especially personal safety, don't be negligent."

"Can he really come hard?"

Gao Yaqin asked unconvincingly, "Or did you receive any news?"

"This is intuition, do you believe my intuition?" Li Xuewu looked at her and said, "From the moment I got off the plane, this string in my brain has been tense, not daring to relax at all."

"Hmm, I can understand." Li Huai De nodded slowly and said, "Everyone is the same, I can't even sleep well."

"..." Li Xuewu and Gao Yaqin looked at Old Li speechlessly; you actually went to sleep at someone else's house, and you still can't sleep because of tension?

"I'll go to Panasonic tomorrow, you go to Yamazaki Mazak." Gao Yaqin didn't want to pay attention to Old Li, looked at Li Xuewu and said, "Change and let you rest."

"Forget it, there's nothing on the precision machinery side; when going to Panasonic, Kenichi Nishida will definitely follow."

Li Xuewu insisted, "He doesn't dare to come at me, but for you, he is still a bit dangerous."

"It's just that you are too tired." Gao Yaqin reminded him, "You must rest well; there are still four or five days to fight."

"Hmm, I know." Li Xuewu also couldn't help but sigh and said, "Go back to sleep, let's stop here today."

He summarized today, and Gao Yaqin also fell silent; Old Li couldn't help the quietness in the car and asked, "Where am I going tomorrow?"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Li Xuewu had just finished washing and was preparing to sleep, but Gao Yaqin's voice came from the corridor outside the door.

It sounded like she was very angry. He walked to the door, opened it, and peeked outside, but saw Gao Yaqin frowning and walking toward him.

"You haven't slept yet, just right."

She walked closer, frowned and explained, "There is news showing that your book "Defending Peace" was obtained by the media here, saying you are advocating hegemony; do you want to change tomorrow's itinerary?"

"My book?" Li Xuewu frowned; he originally thought it was Gao Yaqin's business, but didn't expect it to be his own problem.

"How could my book get to Japan?"

He looked at the secretary standing not far away and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"I already have a suspect."

Gao Yaqin didn't think he could find more information from the secretary's mouth, and said very directly, "It seems your prediction was not wrong."

"I'm afraid this is just an appetizer." Li Xuewu put his hands in his pockets, stood there worriedly and said, "Tomorrow's itinerary cannot be messed up."

"Then bring a few more people," Gao Yaqin reminded him, "This is not the mainland; whatever you want to do, you must think twice."

"Hmm, I know." Li Xuewu looked at her and asked, "What are you worried about me?"

"Everything," Gao Yaqin raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't think I don't know what happened there just because I didn't go to East Germany."

"Remember one sentence: media people eat with their mouths; if you take them seriously, you lose."

"Hmm? This sentence seems to have been said by me, right?" Li Xuewu looked at her amusedly and said, "Where did you learn it?"

"What I say is mine." Gao Yaqin rolled her eyes at him, waved her hand, and went back to her room.

Seeing Li Xuewu look at him, the secretary also grinned awkwardly; being scolded by the leader is really embarrassing.

Li Xuewu just glanced at him, turned around, and returned to the room.

He had anticipated what would happen to his book, but when he went out of the hotel early in the morning, he found something wrong.

"Mr. Li, have you written a book called "Defending Peace"?"

"May I ask

Although others in the room were also bowing and saluting, Li Xuewu and the three did not follow their rules, but insisted on using the handshake ceremony.

Kenzo Matsumura didn't seem to care about these, looked at the three with a smile, and said, "I last went to Beijing, and missed meeting you gentlemen."

"I have seen you," Li Xuewu looked at him and took the initiative to speak, "At that time, Mr. Nishida was also there; you might not remember me."

"Old, useless."

Kenzo Matsumura pointed to his head very modestly, smiled and said, "I'm going to die."

Japanese people have another unique understanding of death, yearning for the longevity of turtles and pines, but also worshiping the glory brought after death.

Take Kenzo Matsumura as an example; he is on the verge of death, and this life is about to end.

And after he dies, his descendants will definitely make a final conclusion about his name based on this period of history.

In a sense, he can already be considered famous through the ages, how can he not be proud.

It is also this pride that prompted him to be more humble and reasonable in his later years, not daring to fail in his later years.

In fact, as long as it is a person, there are shortcomings, and there are weaknesses; chasing fame and fortune is like this.

The three sat down at the invitation of Kenzo Matsumura, and Li Huai De and the three also greeted Kenichi Nishida.

Regardless of what happened before, here they are in a cooperative relationship.

And Kenichi Nishida used a dark trick, and Li Xuewu's counterattack was not very bright.

So it can be said that the two sides are back and forth, half a catty and eight taels; no one should dislike anyone.

Again, Kenichi Nishida suffered a dark loss, so Li Xuewu and the others naturally wouldn't be upset.

"I am very happy to see in my lifetime that enterprises like Sanhe can carry out closer and wider pragmatic cooperation with China's industrial and trade enterprises."

Kenzo Matsumura's voice was a bit weak, and his body leaned slightly on the girl beside him.

Li Xuewu glanced at the girl; she was bowing her head slightly, her kimono was very regular, and she looked like a descendant of Kenzo Matsumura.

"If I am lucky enough to see more such possibilities, and even the normalization of diplomatic relations."

He paused, took a breath, and continued, "That would really be a great fortune."

"We came here precisely with such a purpose," Li Huai De nodded slightly, looked at him and said, "Thank you for the efforts you have made for the relationship between the two sides, and thank you for the contribution you have made to the stable development of trade between the two sides."

"Insignificant—"

Kenzo Matsumura smiled modestly, nodded to the middle-aged man who guided Li Xuewu and the others, and then continued, "The hospitality is not good, let's have dinner first."

"I don't know what your tastes are."

He looked at Kenichi Nishida and said, "You must have tasted authentic Chinese cuisine, right?"

"Of course, very honored."

Kenichi Nishida sat there and bowed slightly, saying, "Each has its own merits, each has its own history."

Li Xuewu couldn't help but glance at him; what a thief, what is "each has its own history"?

Damn it, does Japan have history?

Japan's history is a history of vassalage, a history of visiting, a history of asking for seals.

"How was the banquet that day?"

Kenzo Matsumura looked at Li Xuewu and the others very humorously and asked, "I heard you are used to it?"

"Actually, I'm not used to it." Li Xuewu dared to say it; he first looked at Kenichi Nishida, then said to Kenzo Matsumura, "I don't like eating raw things very much, I'm afraid of stomach aches."

"There is another point, the dishes and staple food at the banquet were too few, and after going back, I ate the delicacies I brought myself."

"Oh—" Kenzo Matsumura looked at him unexpectedly and asked, "What did you eat when you went back?"

What kind of old man is this? How can you ask like this? If I tell you what I ate, can you eat a meal?

"Roast chicken, brought in a sealed bag."

Li Xuewu smiled slightly and said, "The flavor of Goubangzi."

"I know, I've eaten it."

Kenzo Matsumura nodded slightly and said, "That is indeed delicious."

Kenichi Nishida knew Li Xuewu was talking about him; he really lowered his gaze, looked at the table in front of him, and just held his wine glass silently.