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Chapter 208 - The Seal Is Always Mine

The courtyard was deep, and pink cherry blossoms fell on the clear water, and some fell on the man's white back, as if God had painted a touch of pink with a paintbrush. A touch of red.

The slight itching made Zheng Xiao turn his body sideways, and smile lines appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Feng Yan didn't go deep, instead he raised his body and fiddled with Zheng Xiao's wet black curly hair.

Zheng Xiao narrowed his eyes, lightly rubbed against his big hand, opened his eyes, and looked at him with a smile.

"Very comfortable," he said.

The temperature of the spring water is just right, soaking in it relaxes the whole person, and the beloved is beside him, watching him with eyes full of love, Zheng Xiao didn't drink, but he was a little drunk.

Seeing that he woke up, Feng Yan raised the corners of his mouth, and unceremoniously hugged him in his arms. The towel around Zheng Xiao's waist fell off in the turmoil.

"Alas—" He stretched out his hand to grab it, but Feng Yan stopped his arm halfway, and Zheng Xiao saw the white towel drifting away.Feeling the touch under her body, she shrank her legs unconsciously, and raised her head to meet Feng Yan's gaze.

Feng Yan's eyes fell on the bottom dignifiedly, Zheng Xiao blushed,

"What are you looking at!" He held Feng Yan's chin with both hands, and lifted his face up.

The handsome face was squeezed and deformed, and someone who looked down at Zheng Xiao calmly, caught off guard and stuck out his tongue and licked Zheng Xiao's hand.

"Ah!" If Zheng Xiao had hair on his body, he would find that it was all blown up.

He covered his withdrawn hand, looked at Feng Yan in shock,

Who is this old rascal?Is it still his cold and restrained seal?

Feng Yan's face was flushed from the hot spring, and his eyes were also wet. Zheng Xiao couldn't take his eyes off gradually.

This time, it was he who approached the old rascal.

After a long time, Zheng Xiao was hugged by Feng Yan onto the tatami with his body covered in cherry blossom petals.

Both of them were exhausted and fell asleep hugging each other.

Early the next morning, Zheng Xiao opened his eyes, and saw the seal of the man in a black V-neck sweater, sitting on the bed and reading the document.

Feng Yan noticed that he was waking up, turned his head and smiled at him, and turned his eyes back to the document.

Zheng Xiao glanced at it, and knew that it was the contract drafted in cooperation with Matsunichi when he came to Japan this time. He had also read this contract, and there was generally nothing wrong with it.

Diye started from finance, and after gaining huge strength, it set its sights on the big cake of Internet games. The company now has a well-organized development team, and the only thing missing is a promising project.

The cooperation project with Japan this time is a game based on the famous Japanese animation "Ninja". Considering the current number of fans in China and the increasingly popular game market, as long as you make an excellent work, you have a [-]% chance of success.

At 12 o'clock, Feng Yan ordered lunch, and the two of them came to the appointed place after eating.

Matsuri is one of the largest animation distribution companies in Japan, and this time it also attaches great importance to the cooperation with Diye Group.The person who was sent was Minister Honda of the company's Propaganda Department. After the introduction, the two sides discussed the content of the contract again. Feng Yan's stern facial expression put great pressure on the other party. He spelled out the unreasonable part of the contract, Minister Honda was busy reviewing the contract, although he was experienced, his forehead was sweating.

The meeting lasted for a long time, from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., and finally decided to continue the discussion tomorrow. Minister Honda shook hands with Feng Yan Zheng Xiao and said goodbye with a smile on his face, then turned around and went to the president's office.

"President, these are the terms of the contract discussed today." He bent down and handed over the document with both hands, and the gray-haired man sitting at the desk took the document and opened it to read.

After a while, his brows were wrinkled.

Pointing to several clauses that were different from the original content, the man asked, "Honda-kun, what's going on?"

Honda took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in shame: "The two people from Diye Group, especially the general manager Feng Yan, are really good. I, alas, I can't stand it."

The corners of the man's serious mouth curled into a deeper arc, and he severely criticized Honda: "If you can't stand it, you can't give up the company's interests at will, Mr. Honda, you let me down too much."

Honda's complexion was pale, he lowered his head dejectedly, and said yes.

The man stood up, threw the document in his hand on the table, and said, "Tomorrow, I will meet with you personally for a while."

On the second day, Feng Yan and Zheng Xiao stepped into the conference room on time at one o'clock in the afternoon, and saw a majestic man sitting on a black leather sofa,

The two looked at each other, knowing that this must be the president of Matsunichi Group, Mr. Ishida.

Ishida raised his hand to stop Minister Honda's introduction, stood up and stretched out his hand.

With a rare smile on Feng Yan's face, he shook hands with Ishida.

Ishida's eyes lingered carefully on Feng Yan's body for a week, and more lines appeared on his face full of grooves.

"Mr. Feng, being famous is not as good as meeting."

The two let go of their hands tacitly, and Feng Yan said with a light smile: "President Ishida is also getting stronger and stronger."

The two strangers who met for the first time, like old friends who have known each other for a long time, chatted cordially and friendly.

Listening to the hypocritical greeting, looking at Feng Yan's rare appearance of an old fritter in the shopping mall, compared with his usual paralyzed face, Zheng Xiao put his fist to his mouth and coughed a few times to cover up his rush. Mouth laughing.

Next, the atmosphere was heated up by the two, and Minister Honda handed over the contract in due course.

The contract fell on the table, and there was a moment of silence in the air.

Ishida and Feng Yan sat on the sofa calmly, with unfinished smiles on their faces.

Zheng Xiao turned his head and covered his mouth, suppressed his smile for a while, and coughed dryly.

After a while, it was Ishida who spoke: "Mr. Feng, the originally negotiated share allocation was 30.00%. For the sake of seeing you and me hit it off, I will give up two shares, only 20.00%. What do you think?"

Feng Yan smiled faintly, "Chairman Ishida, I think you haven't read the contract carefully. Yesterday, after discussing with Minister Honda, your company's shares are already 20.00% five."

Ishida widened his narrowed eyes and said in shock, "What? How could such a thing happen?" He turned his head and asked Honda seriously: "Honda, is it true?"

Poor Minister Honda was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to wipe it off. He nodded and bowed quickly and said, "Yes, President, I, I don't really remember."

Oh ~

Zheng Xiao raised one eyebrow, and looked at the serious President Ishida with interest, playing tricks, it was really unexpected, but it was more fun.

He scratched Feng Yan's thigh with his hand under the conference table, Feng Yan watched Ishida's performance calmly, grabbed Zheng Xiao's troublesome fingers with his big hand, and squeezed them hard a few times as a lesson.

Zheng Xiao was honest.

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