After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 286 - 285: Mitsui Sumitomo

"Mr. Wang, welcome to Tokyo."

Little Wang often visited Tokyo for leisure, owning not just a car and a house here but also having his personal local guide.

As soon as they left the airport, a group of people hopped into a business van and headed to Chiyoda in the Six Districts of the City.

"Although Tokyo has the essence of a capital, it lacks the name of one, because the Sakura people generally believe that wherever the Emperor resides, that is the capital."

Li Yang, a Chinese national residing in Japan, had long been familiar with Lu Liang’s renowned name. Knowing that it was his first visit to Tokyo, he enthusiastically introduced everything along the way.

Li Manli excitedly looked out of the car window and noticed many Chinese signs in the shops from the airport to the city, feeling a sense of closeness.

Especially the numerous "free information centers," which looked a bit frivolous with their flashy colors: "What are those?"

Li Yang smiled and explained, "Miss Li, ’muryou’ means free, and ’annai’ means guide. But those places are generally fronts for adult entertainment recommendations."

"..." Li Manli blushed but kept peering outside as they passed another upscale bubble bath store.

She had seen movies and knew what it meant, having even tried it on Lu Liang before, but she was unclear about the official proceedings.

Knowing that the Spring Festival holiday was spent traveling to Tokyo, besides sightseeing, she also embraced a learning attitude, given that this was the land of Cosplay.

"First, we’ll stay in Tokyo for four days, then head to Hokkaido for three days. How does a week and then back home sound?"

Little Wang discussed the itinerary with Li Yang. To him, Tokyo was not unfamiliar, but the key thing was that it was Lu Liang’s first visit.

Li Yang was a full-time guide, and he was almost one himself, with everything organized to prioritize Lu Liang’s enjoyment.

"Anything works, you guys decide."

After lunch at the hotel and a short rest, the group headed to Akihabara in the afternoon.

Although Little Wang thought it was rather uncool to go shopping in Akihabara while visiting Tokyo,

it was like someone who had never been to Beijing—if they didn’t go to TAM, it would be a wasted trip.

Li Manli was thrilled and bought seven or eight expensive cosplay costumes and over a dozen exquisite anime figurines.

She had never had a clear concept of money; in Modu, she had a car and a house and with tens of thousands of dollars in monthly income, she never needed to worry about money.

Generally, if she liked something, she would buy it without caring about the price. After all, since she already owned the big-ticket items—a car and a house—not much else could top that in expense.

However, as she was in the midst of shopping, she suddenly realized her bank card was maxed out, and she could only give Lu Liang puppy dog eyes.

She had already blown through her $50,000 limit and couldn’t swipe a dime more.

"Use mine," Lu Liang couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling out an ICBC Global Pass supplementary card.

The main account not only had a balance of twenty million US dollars but could also overdraw up to two million US dollars.

This should keep her shopping spree going for a while.

Little Wang’s female companion showed a look of envy; it was true Little Wang was rich, but compared to Lu Liang, there was quite a gap.

After all, the difference between generation one and generation two wealth was like the Somali Trench—unfathomably deep.

Little Wang suddenly coughed a few times; as evening approached, Tokyo’s nightlife was about to begin.

It was time to make a move; continuing with female companions might be inconvenient.

"How about we go learn flower arrangement?" Dou De’er hinted.

"Sure," Li Manli said innocently.

"You guys go learn, we’ve got some things to handle."

Little Wang took Lu Liang and Li Yang, along with half of the bodyguards, and left Akihabara.

The two came to Minami Aoyama in Minato District, where Little Wang had invested in a private club.

"Wanna try something thrilling?" Little Wang winked and flashed a knowing smile typical of men.

Investing was the entrance fee; Tokyo’s mistresses were famous, and they too could experience the treatment a master received.

"Let’s see," Lu Liang raised an eyebrow, looking at the ’menu’ without changing his expression.

Over two hundred active female participants were listed, including the heavyweight from the underworld, Heavenly King Mikami.

Lu Liang wasn’t fond of Mikami, always feeling he relied too much on his looks and lacked sincerity.

By contrast, he preferred Takahashi Seiko.

"What’s next?" Lu Liang asked.

"Just wait," Little Wang also picked someone and stretched lazily.

He suggested Lu Liang book a hotel himself since when they were out having fun, safety was paramount.

If it were on someone else’s turf, there would always be the worry of surveillance, preventing them from fully enjoying themselves.

But in a hotel room of their choice, these concerns wouldn’t exist.

"You seem so professional; why not stay here instead, live streaming has no future."

"Get lost."

Lu Liang, under the guise of security personnel, booked a luxurious suite in Minato District.

He and Little Wang parted ways in the elevator.

After waiting for around forty-five minutes, the doorbell rang.

"Private Marseilles..."

Three hours later,

Lu Liang and Little Wang left the hotel one after another.

At a random ramen stall by the roadside, Little Wang grinned and asked, "How did it feel?"

"Top-notch spa," Lu Liang replied with a smile on his face.

The experience was remarkable—right from the moment he walked in, he had knelt and respectfully handed over a hospital health report.

From what he understood, the money earned from one visit was enough to produce two films—the service was undoubtedly impeccable.

The water bed bubble bath was the cream of the crop; indeed, it was worthy of a teacher who had won the Dark World’s savior award seven times in a row.

It was definitely a top-notch 95 scene, but not quite up to a 98.

Little Wang laughed, "Glad you liked it."

After finishing their ramen, the two returned to the hotel in Chiyoda.

Li Manli was fiddling with flower arrangements; seeing Lu Liang return, she excitedly boasted, "How is it? Pretty, isn’t it?"

"It looks very nice," Lu Liang replied, patting her head, then headed to the bathroom to wash up.

It was his third bath of the night and, though he didn’t mind, he was still worried about carrying other scents.

"Strange?" Li Manli said, tilting her head in confusion.

Suddenly inspired, she changed into the blue swimwear she bought that afternoon and followed Lu Liang into the bathroom.

"Are you very tired today?" she wondered.

She had just looked in the mirror and was quite pleased with herself, considering she even surpassed the female lead in the comics.

But Lu Liang’s reaction was not as intense as she had imagined.

"Indeed a bit. I just went to discuss some matters and my head still aches a bit," he said.

Lu Liang coughed a few times. After having a full meal outside, naturally, he wasn’t hungry at home.

"Then let me massage you a bit."

Li Manli also stopped teasing Little Lu, went behind Lu Liang, and started massaging his neck and shoulders, "Does it feel better now?"

Lu Liang hummed in response, closed his eyes, and hid a fleeting sense of guilt.

Meanwhile, "First Rich" had been released for 24 hours, scoring a box office of 210 million yuan on its first day.

The media exclaimed in surprise, as the major box office push during the Spring Festival typically arrived after the third day.

During the first two days, everyone was busy visiting relatives, and only after the third day did they find time for entertainment.

Last year’s "Mermaid" made only 280 million yuan on its first day but eventually reached 3.391 billion yuan.

Now, it seemed like "First Rich" had great potential to become this year’s Spring Festival box office champion.

As the reviews for "Evil Suppressing Chapter" had tanked and the quality of "Danao Tianzhu" was mediocre, audiences were just supporting Wang Bao.

On the first day of the Spring Festival, the runner-up was born, and unless unexpected, it would be between "First Rich" and "Riding the Waves."

"Liangzi, still inferior."

"People regard him as the industry’s guiding light."

"Whatever he invests in makes money—it’s like all the wealth in the world is his alone."

"But speaking of which, why hasn’t he helped promote it? After all, he invested and even starred in it."

"He’s busy enjoying himself; who has the time?"

A photo of Lu Liang and Little Wang with their partners, visiting Akihabara, sparked frenzy online.

The next morning, the front of the hotel in the Chiyoda District was lined with a row of black Mercedes, much like a movie scene featuring mob bosses making an appearance.

As Lu Liang and the others were dining in the restaurant, Little Wang gestured with his mouth, signaling Lu Liang to look outside, "Are they here for you?"

"Probably not," Lu Liang smiled back, but the next second, he was metaphorically slapped in the face.

A man in his fifties approached their table and courteously presented his business card, "Mr. Lu, hello."

Coming from Mitsui Sumitomo Bank, Mr. Saito, who greatly admired Lu Liang, had taken the liberty to visit upon hearing of his arrival in Tokyo.

"Hello, Mr. Saito," Lu Liang expressed surprise. Mitsui Sumitomo was formed from the merger of Sumitomo Bank and Mitsui Group’s Sakura Bank.

With a total asset of 100 million yen, the bank had become the third-largest domestic bank and one of the top ten commercial banks worldwide upon merging.

Similar to Ping An or Citic back home, but Mitsui Sumitomo held even higher status, being the product of two major financial groups’ merger.

Lu Liang wondered; they didn’t seem to have any direct dealings unless the other party had been an opponent in past transactions.

After all, in the past year, he had shorted the yen twice, involving Wall Street forces, which naturally involved local powerhouses as well.

But he did not know who exactly was involved.

"Mr. Lu, may I have a word with you in private?" Mr. Saito asked with a smile, possibly making himself appear more amiable.

Though they had indeed been opponents in the market and had even suffered significant losses, he wasn’t there to settle scores.

He paused and added, "Mr. Ma is here as well."

"Ali’s Mr. Ma?"

"Yes."

Lu Liang thought for a moment and then turned to Little Wang, "You guys go and have fun; I’ll go with them for a walk."