Great World of Magic Cube

"Ji Jian Xi Jiujiang has 95 points, but unfortunately there is no strengthening option for her in my hands. It seems that I will find time to go to the world of two superpowers." Sitting on a plane flying to China, Ito Satoshi played with the little black ball in his hand.

"Excuse me, where did you buy the little black ball in your hand?" Just as Ito became contemplative, a young woman sitting next to him suddenly asked.

"Well?" Ito Seng heard a strange look at the other side. I didn't expect anyone to like this play, but he couldn't control this personal hobby. He smiled and explained, "Is this thing sold? I don't know, because this one in my hand is also obtained by chance."

"Yes?" the woman whispered in disappointment.

Iito sees this apologetic smile, and does not say anything like "give you" to win the other party's favor, even though the woman is still pretty good...

The woman also saw that Ito Sat did not give her the little black ball to her. She snorted and secretly squinted, and looked back and looked at the clouds outside the window and silenced.

Three and a half hours later, the plane finally landed smoothly at the Beijing International Airport.

"I didn't expect that after two years, I could stand on the land of China again..." Ito Cheng, who walked out of the waiting hall, smelled the strange air of pm2.5, and exclaimed in his heart.

Then he reached out and stopped a taxi, took the position of the co-pilot, and used a fluent Mandarin to "go to the Beijing Hotel."

"Good Le." The driver promised to start the car and go to the Beijing Hotel.

The traffic in Beijing is still that virtue. The blockage is particularly powerful, not to mention the rush hour at 5:00 pm. Blocking is even more unspeakable, so it took a couple of hours to get through the hard drive of an hour, and let Ito into the Beijing Hotel.

"The big money of the fart is not only the money, but also the time. When I took the subway directly, I entered the house early." Holding the room key in the hand, taking the elevator to the floor where the room is located, Ito Cheng is in the dark. .

“叮~” The elevator slowly opened the door.

Knowing the place, Ito Sei came out of the elevator and walked to the room he had booked. Soon it came to a room with a 1331 black iron type on the door panel.

"Oh." Ito Cheng opened the door with a room card and pushed the door and went in.

"Go to the Liulichang to buy things tomorrow morning, then go to the house at noon or afternoon to see the relatives of this father's side." Ito Cheng, who entered the room, secretly planned.

... the dividing line of memories...

"Mother, I will fly to China in a short time. I will call you when I am there." Ito said standing at the Osaka International Airport and said to the phone.

"China?" Hui Lizi heard the words, and some hesitantly said "A Cheng. If it is convenient, go to **** Beijing **** Street to see your father's father."

"Oh... good." Ito’s face was awkward.

"When you go there, use your other name." Hui Lizi said softly.

"I know." Ito Saki was a glimpse, and then quickly searched for memories in the brain, and soon a Chinese name appeared in the mind of Ito, the interface said.

"In addition, I have to remember to endure it, don't be too impulsive, there is no more than home." Hui Lizi said.

"Do not worry about the mother. I will be careful." Ito Cheng comforted.

"The xxxx flight to Beijing is about to take off. Please go to the boarding gate to log in." At this time, the flight notice in Osaka Airport suddenly sounded.

"Mother, I have to board the plane." Ito Cheng said.

"Well, let's go," said Hui Lizi. Then he hang up the phone.

Ito, who heard the busy tone on the phone, received the call and took the ticket to the ticket gate.

...the end of the memory...

"...The President of the National Committee **** met with the **** of the African **** country at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse today." The female announcer’s words are reported in a round.

"It's really kind, the feeling of this news broadcast." After the memory of the finished Ito Cheng listened to the voice from the TV, a smirk of a smirk.

Then Ito Cheng went into the bathroom and washed his face. He went back to the room and turned off the TV. He left the room and went to the restaurant on the ground floor.

In the restaurant, Ito has ordered a table of pure Chinese food, including Beijing roast duck, fish-flavored pork, pot-filled meat, pork back, Ma Po tofu, boiled pork, Di San Xian, squirrel fish, egg persimmon Soup and a plate of leeks stuffed dumplings...

"It seems to be a bit more." Looking at the full table of food, Ito became secret.

However, ito does not care, he is mainly to eat a taste, anyway, can not eat can also be packaged, even if not packaged he also has Rubik's cube space for storage, not afraid of waste.

So Ito’s achievement was stunned by the service lady’s weird gaze.

"Checkout." After half an hour, relying on the ability to use gas to accelerate the digestion of the stomach, Ito Cheng swept all the dishes on the table, and said to the service lady.

"The total is one thousand five hundred and eighty." The service lady handed the bill to Ito Cheng.

After receiving a random inspection of the documents, Ito Cheng reached out and put a wallet in his pocket, and took out 16 red-faced old man's head and handed it to the service lady.

After the shackles, Ito Sat took over the change that the service lady handed back, left the Beijing Hotel in the other party's limping, and walked to the nearby Wangfujing Street, ready to go shopping, open eyes, and eliminate food.

After more than an hour, Iito, who saw a lot of bright eyes and long legs in Wangfujing, returned to the Beijing Hotel and took a rest.

After a night without a word, sleep until dawn.

On the morning of the next morning, Yi Tengcheng, who had finished washing, had a long-lost soymilk fritter in the restaurant. He took a ride to Liulichang Street outside Beijing’s Peace Gate. After several passers-by guidelines, Ito’s finally arrived at him. The destination of this trip.

"Is it here?" Ito Cheng looked up and saw the three characters of [Book Fangzhai] written on the plaque, and then walked in.

There are not many people in Shufangzhai, and there are four or five people, and they are all elderly people. They are quietly watching the back of the counter inside Fangzhai hanging on the wall. One is wearing white silk. The practice clothes, the ruddy complexion, the strong old man is sitting on a lacquered wood chair, holding a line of books in one hand and looking at it, handing a small teapot to the mouth to deliver water.

Seeing this old man, Ito became a step forward and immediately walked over to him.

"Is it white-white father?" Ito Cheng went to the old man and whispered in a boxing ceremony.

"It is under, are you?" The old man heard his words and looked up at Ito, and asked with a puzzled look.

"Under Yi Tengcheng, it was introduced by Liu Boss of Japan [Qi De Wen Zhai]." Ito Cheng reached out and took a letter from his pocket and handed it to the white father.

"It’s the person introduced by Xiao Liu." The white man reached out and took the letter and checked it. He nodded and opened the envelope to look up. He looked at it and smiled and looked at Ito Cheng. "Your thing, Xiao Liu has said in the letter." However, what you want is not difficult except for the fine yellow paper and cinnabar. Other things are more difficult."

"For this boss Liu has already told me, so everything goes along." Ito Cheng smiled and smiled.

"The little brother is open-minded." The white man heard the words and laughed. Then continue to say, "Let's talk about the yellow paper and cinnabar, how much the little brother is going to prepare."

"The more the better," Ito said in a general way.

"There must be a quantity." The white man frowned.

"Thousands of open, not capped, as for the cinnabar, then come 30 pounds." Ito Cheng sinked a bit.

"Yes, but the number is too much, you need to wait a few days." White Master nodded.

"No problem." Ito Cheng smiled and promised, then turned around and glanced at the objects around the white man and said, "White Father, I will visit the elders soon, there is no good thing to recommend."

"Oh? It depends on what elders you want to see." White Master asked with a slight smile.

"Grandpa, there may be an uncle." Ito Cheng said uncertainly.

White Master heard a strange look at Ito, but did not say anything, got up from the seat, walked to the side of the picture to remove it, and then went to the side of the bookshelf to take a book of books Going back to Ito’s body, I put two things on the table. “This pair [Qingshan Lone Pine Map] is suitable for the elderly. This book of the Qing Dynasty can be given to your uncle, but I don’t know what he is doing, maybe not. Too good."

"No way, I haven't contacted for many years. I don't know what they are doing now. Even the address of the father is only known for these two days." Ito became a hand and said helplessly.

"This way." White father said with a blank face.

"But I believe the vision of Bai Laozi, these two." Ito Cheng smiled. "How much."

"That painting is 330,000. The book is 28,000. You can give it to 60,000." Everyone loves to listen to the compliments, so Bai Laozi is very happy and laughs.

"Then I will be welcome." Ito Cheng took out a bank card and handed it to the white father to laugh.

"Xiao Zhang." White Master reached out and took the bank card and turned to shout at the back room.

"Come on." Soon, a height of about one meter eight, the body is relatively strong, the body muscles are well-proportioned, the lower plate is steady, and at first glance, the short-haired youth who have been trained have come out from the back room.

"Swipe the card, 60,000." The white father handed the bank card to Xiao Zhangdao.

"Good Le." Xiao Zhang promised to take over the bank card and walked to the side of the card reader to operate.

"Tan legs?" Ito Cheng looked at Xiao Zhang, who was far away, and said to the white father.