The glory of Kyoto wings

Chapter 181 181. You should be able to use these
Minamoto Raimitsu and Kamiya Seiko's temptations came to an end quickly, and they did not reach a cooperation intention. Instead, the latter said a few more words and left here.

She really seemed to be busy with important things.

I don't know if it's because of that hypocritical Murata-san just now, or because of some business negotiations.

It's something for upper-class people like a banquet.

Isn't it just talking about the surface of cooperation?

He didn't attend the dance mentioned earlier, and in the end he was the only one sitting in the banquet hall, and some people he didn't know came over to chat from time to time.

It's not too unnatural.

The music of the clarinet flows in the hall, sometimes with the accompaniment of the piano. Many people dance in the banquet hall with their arms around their waists, and the atmosphere becomes more joyful.

There was a man wearing a swallowtail, holding a beautiful young lady by his arm, gently embracing her slender waist, and slowly dancing.

Others, holding champagne, gathered in pairs in different corners, whispering and laughing.

Minamoto Raimitsu was sitting in a certain corner, asking the waiter for a glass of orange juice, quietly watching this luxurious scene, and occasionally responding to the person chatting next to him.

Not far away, Mizusawa Xiaye, who was wearing a blue kimono, smiled at him like a flower, and her eyes were like silk.

But the other party didn't intend to come over.

It seems that some people are deliberately avoiding Shengzi Shengu, or in public, it would be inappropriate to do as before, not to mention giving him his contact information.

"She has already lost three husbands in a row."

The words of Seiko Kamiya came to mind.

Undoubtedly, based on the impression just now and the known one-sided information, it shows that Miss Mizusawa should be a well-deserved giant in the world of tea ceremony.

Such a thing as tasting green tea.

The small piece is pleasant, the big piece is full of fun!
So Minamoto Larimitsu took out her business card, entered her phone number into the address book, and also set a special mark, which belongs to the group of key care.

There is a high probability that there will be no chance to compete today.

And based on the trick that was like an antelope hanging horns just now, and his proud mind that can accommodate the world, he felt that it was necessary to be a little cautious.

Just when Minamoto Raimiko thought that he would just sit here and rest, and go back after a while.

Suddenly a waiter came to him.

The other party leaned down and said a few words, Minamoto Raimitsu's face moved slightly, and after getting permission, he led Minamoto Raimitsu upstairs from here.

There is also an inner hall upstairs.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Minamoto Raimitsu entered the rather small inner hall through the door pushed open by two bodyguards, and was brought to the last table.

The lights in this inner hall were dim, and there were only a few dozen people, and most of them were whispering.

It's not so much a small inner hall.

It's more like a small auction house.

Because in his line of sight, there was a stage at the front of the inner hall, and there was a strong spotlight on it, and several things were covered by the red cloth.

There was a middle-aged man in good spirits on the stage, holding a drumstick in his hand, and a wooden platform beside him. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like the early stage of the auction.

"Governor Kobayashi." Minamoto Raimiko narrowed his eyes.

"Professor Yuan, please sit down." Xiao Lin Fengcheng, who was half lying on the chair, raised his hand to invite with a smile.

There was no one else around, only the two of them were sitting at the rearmost and highest table.

Xiao Lin Fengcheng narrowed his eyes slightly and did not speak.

Minamoto Raimitsu was not in a hurry anymore.

A few minutes later, as expected, the auction officially started.

The host introduced the collections on the stand with a very expressive voice, and after starting to quote the reserve price, he guided the people present to start bidding.

It is indeed the same as the normal auction process.

But soon he discovered the difference, that is, the reserve price of each lot is extremely high, basically starting at tens of millions, and there are even reserve prices of over [-] million.

This is a little wrong.

Because there are specific rules in the auction, the reserve price will not be too high, even if this collection is very valuable.

In addition, the competition is not fierce.

Often only two or three people compete.

Some collections are even bought by only one person, but the asking price is higher than the reserve price. It seems that they are not afraid of a premium at all, and there is no malicious competition from others.

It was as if it had been discussed in advance.

Just when Minamoto Larimitsu was pondering and felt strange about this situation, Kobayashi Toyosei suddenly spoke.

"Is there nothing you want to buy from the source?"

"Not yet." Minamoto Raimiko took a sip from the teacup on the table next to him, and looked at the other party's face in the dark: "I'm not very interested in these."

"I wasn't interested in it before, but later I found out that there are some things that I'm really not interested in."

Toyosei Kobayashi with a slightly chubby face noticed Minamoto Raimitsu's gaze and didn't mind, instead, he smiled and said something with emotion like a smiling Buddha.

Minamoto Larimitsu said after pondering, "My knowledge is relatively shallow, and I don't have the ability to appreciate calligraphy and painting."

What he said was conservative.

Because he clearly realized that something was wrong, and the other party didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, and he didn't ask straight to the point, so he planned to retreat.

"In fact, these calligraphy and paintings are quite interesting. People who like to read them will buy them willingly, even if they far exceed the value of the calligraphy and painting itself."

Xiao Lin Fengcheng said something with a smile.

Just as he finished saying this, the host in the stands called out loudly and raised the hammer in his hand.

"[-] million yen! [-] million yen! [-] million yen once!"

Minamoto Raimitsu followed the sound and looked over.

It was found that the person holding the sign was an old man.

Although the light was rather dim, it couldn't hide the wrinkles on the other person's face and his almost white hair. He was estimated to be 70 to [-] years old.

Even so, the old man still looked at the collection happily, even his body trembled a little.

"That gentleman is so old, and he likes the collection so much. It seems that he is really interested."

Minamoto Raikou said in a deep voice.

"Old age does not mean old heart."

Xiao Lin Fengcheng said with emotion, then picked up the wine glass and shook it, and suddenly said with deep meaning:
"Takeshita Sangto is 60 years old. He has worked as an assistant in Kyoto City for a long time. He was about to retire, but he still wants to go further."

This sentence is like a sharp sword.

The original curtain was punctured.

In an instant, Minamoto Larimitsu clearly saw the inside of it, and understood what Kobayashi Toyosei meant.

It turns out that these are donations!

No wonder it's so weird.

Minamoto Raimiko still didn't change his face, but he already understood something in his heart, and then asked aloud:
"Who is the collector of these calligraphy and paintings?"

Xiao Lin Fengcheng did not expose the answer that everyone knew well, but instead admitted generously: "This auction is basically my thing."

"I didn't expect Governor Kobayashi to have quite a collection."

"It's just the shadow of my ancestors. If you are interested in the source, you can pick one at will."

"I don't have this hobby for now."

"Then I won't force it on you. If you need it, there will be some regular small auctions."

"At that time, I will trouble Governor Kobayashi."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Xiao Lin Fengcheng who was rejected was not sullen, but looked at the calm young man in front of him with a smile on his face, as if he was a kind and warm friend.

But now Minamoto Raimitsu is not stupid, he knows that the other party is making good friends with him, and he can sell favors when they meet for the first time, but there is also the meaning of beating in it.

As for why you beat yourself up.

Minamoto Raimitsu can only attribute it to the things he got, which probably touched the plates of these people.

But he is legal and compliant, basically he does not participate in power struggles, and he is not active in various circles.

Probably the rejection of outsiders.

The auction ended in half an hour. Minamoto Raimitsu rejected Kobayashi Toyosei's kind invitation, and planned to go back after contacting Kamiya Seiko to no avail.

The outdoor fog is thicker late at night.

Looking at the courtyard and villa that were still singing and singing behind him, Minamoto Raimitsu walked out without any nostalgia, and came to the familiar unknown in the parking lot.

"Mr. Yuan, the car is over here."

Yong Shanying, who saw him coming back in advance, got out of the driver's seat and raised his hand in greeting.

"Send me back to the Heian Shrine."

After giving these instructions, Minamoto Raimitsu got into the back row of the car without looking back.

This time, it is not so much that Shengzi Shengu invited me to this banquet, it is better to say that people in these circles in Kyoto invited me to meet him.

Just like an admission ticket, the newcomers naturally have to look at each other, and at the same time, it is also a reminder.

After all, it is an upper-class society with many rules and troubles. He believes in any form. As for the donation auction just now, I am afraid it is commonplace.

After figuring this out, Minamoto Raimitsu just took out a bottle of soda from the car refrigerator, opened it and took a sip, feeling the bubbles surging in his mouth.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"Yupei, what do you mean?"

In a quiet reception room, Seiko Shengu looked at the documents in front of him with a cold face, closed the folder in front of him, and looked at him calmly.

"You know." Murata Yuhei pushed down the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile, "I plan to formally propose marriage to my uncle, and my father has already agreed."

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Shengzi Shengu brushed the hair around his ears, his face gradually calmed down, but his voice was colder than before.

"I'm aware and equally determined."

"So if I don't agree, I will terminate the contract?"

"This is what my father meant. I don't want to treat Sister Shengzi like this. After all, the two companies have cooperated for so long, and it would be very troublesome to change them again."

Murata Yuhei shook his head, denied what she just said with a smile, and explained patiently.

Shengzi Shengu narrowed his eyes slightly, and he didn't feel flustered as the other party imagined. Instead, he asked meaningfully: "Is the Murata family so powerful now?"

"What you said, I was just negotiating with you normally, and my uncle had no objection before. If you disagree, I have to go to my uncle."

Murata Yuhei felt guilty when she saw her, looked away flickeringly, and moved out her father again.

Kamiya Seiko's father seems to be a taboo.

Every time the word is mentioned.

She would be silent in a rare way, with disgust flashing in her eyes, as if she had bad memories.

"It's very interesting."

After a long silence, Shengzi Shengu's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and he pushed away the termination contract in front of him and asked, "Do you really think I'm a little woman?"

"Don't you listen to your uncle the most?"

Murata Yuhei looked a little dodged, and seemed to be a little afraid of Seiko Kamiya, but he still bite the bullet and said: "And this kind of thing should be asked for instructions from parents."

"Then go tell him. As for the termination of the contract, I don't care. This time I will excuse myself first."

Shengzi Shengu said indifferently.

Then, under Murata Yuhei's slightly stunned gaze, she left the reception room straight away, and it seemed that she didn't even intend to save the slightest bit of usual face.

Murata Yuhei's face was cloudy and uncertain.

Seeing Shengzi Shengu walking away gradually, he still gritted his teeth and stood up, chasing after him with a gloomy face.

And Shengzi Shengu, who had already walked to the living room, noticed the shadow behind him, couldn't help frowning for a moment, and hooked his fingers to his mobile phone.

There was a flash of light in the long and narrow eyes.

The hesitation in his eyes finally turned into determination.

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On the road a few kilometers away from the courtyard.

Compared with the brightly lit old bamboo forest yard, the road back was so dark that even cars could not be seen.

The Maybach was driving on the road next to the mountain, and the steady speed kept the body from shaking. The lights reflected the fog in the distance, illuminating the road ahead.

There was no sound in the car.

The water vapor in Lake Biwa was getting colder, the windows of the car had already been closed, and the air conditioner was turned on to a comfortable temperature.

"Let's go back."

Minamoto's voice suddenly sounded.

"Ok?"

Yong Shanying, who was driving, was stunned for a moment, then looked in the rearview mirror with a puzzled look.

"Turn around and go back."

Facing Yong Shanying's doubts, Minamoto Raimitsu didn't explain too much, but just repeated the sentence with a calm face.

"understood."

Turning his eyes away from the face of Minamoto Raimitsu who was fiddling with the phone, although he didn't know why he went back, the most important thing for a subordinate is to carry out the order.

It's just that Minamoto Raimitsu in the back row didn't close his eyes.

Instead, he murmured to himself with a strange expression, saying things that made Yong Shanying strange, such as "if there is a fight", "it will be difficult to handle with a gun", "this time we have to pay back the money".

However, the car just turned around.

Then I heard Minamoto's voice coming again.

"Yongshan-jun, you should know how to use this?"

When the voice fell, Yong Shanying subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror, and at the same time saw something that suddenly appeared in Yuan Laiguang's hand, and instantly felt very familiar, and couldn't help being in a trance.

But in the blink of an eye, his eyes widened.

Because in Minamoto Raimiko's hand, what he was holding up to show him turned out to be an automatic pistol!
The dark barrel was not aimed at him, and there was no flaw in the body of the gun, and he was very familiar with the crisp sound when Minamoto Raimitsu pulled the trigger.

Yong Shanying was stunned.

Is this a toy or a real gun?

If it's a real gun.

Where did it come from again?And suddenly give yourself why?Are you going to fight?

But before he could react, Minamoto Raimitsu shook his head dissatisfied, threw the pistol aside and bent down.

"Just one gun is too unsafe. If there are more than a dozen people, I'm afraid two fists can't beat four hands."

Minamoto Raikou muttered to himself.

He frowned and thought hard for a while.

Until nearly half a minute after being in a trance.

He no longer hesitated on his face.

Then Minamoto Raimitsu took out another sniper rifle in the blind spot of his invisible field of view in the back seat under Nagayama Hideo's horrified eyes.

The barrel of a sniper rifle is very long.

In the back seat almost against the door.

Forget about the pistol just now.

The lights were dim and the model couldn't be seen clearly. I bought a lot of fake ones online. He wasn't sure if it was real, but he was too familiar with this gun!
Isn't this Barrett! ?

Yong Shanying slowly opened his mouth wide.

All of a sudden, the brain froze.

I don't know how to describe my mood anymore.

But this is not the end!

Still a little dissatisfied, Minamoto Raikou frowned and pondered for a while, then bent down mysteriously to search, and took out a long tube-shaped object.

The long tubular iron cylinder is very heavy, which can be seen from Minamoto Raimitsu's strenuous movements to pick it up, and it can't even fit in the back seat.

After putting down the empty barrel, Minamoto Raimitsu bent down again, and took out two palm-caliber missiles!
Yong Shanying's eyes were already dull.

If it weren't for the fact that this section of the road happened to be going straight, I'm afraid he might have rushed down the mountain just because of his lack of concentration.

What did he see?
rocket missile! ?

There are rockets in the car I drive every day! ?

A thin layer of cold sweat suddenly oozes from his forehead. Although he doesn't know where these things are stuffed, it seems that they are in the car!
So he takes these things with him every day, and walks around the city of Kyoto, or is he swaggering?
No matter which one is taken out, it is absolutely contraband, and if the car catches fire in an accident or something, those two missiles can send him to the sky!
"Yongshan-san." Yuan Laiguang said suddenly.

"Why, what's the matter?" Yong Shanying swallowed and subconsciously asked, "Do you have any orders?"

Minamoto Raimitsu was still frowning, as if suffering from a lack of firepower phobia. After a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his head, showed a kind smile, looked at him and asked seriously: "Can you drive a main battle tank?"

Yong Shanying felt his throat was a little dry.

The brakes were applied early.

The shirt on the back was completely soaked.

Because of the fear that flashed in my heart just now.

Already completely speechless.

Moreover, Minamoto Raimitsu in the back seat saw that there was something wrong with his expression, coughed and smiled, and quickly said as if to make amends: "Apache is also fine."

Yong Shanying: "."

I admit I've held guns before!
But how can I drive this!
Are you going to blow up the government hall? ?
(End of this chapter)