Liang Jian: I have a canteen

The next day, Xu San squatted in the warehouse to take inventory, wanting to see if Er Houzi had bought anything new for him.

Unfortunately, the speed of time flow is different on both sides. It has been less than a day since he woke up here, but only seven or eight hours have passed over there.

If there is no such thing, then there is no such thing. Xu San believes that it won’t be long before Er Houzi will prepare a bunch of good things for him.

Gift-giving in Japan is a culture with many rules and taboos.

Xu San was fiddling with his old-fashioned mouse, thinking about what to give Mishima. After all, he was the second son of a wealthy chaebol and wouldn't look down on ordinary things.

In the past, people could send some local specialties like mushrooms and buckwheat as gifts, but that was because they didn’t ask anyone for favors.

Nowadays, asking someone to do something for you is not that simple.

As the page scrolled, several samples with the word "figure" on them came into Xu San's sight.

"This... should be okay, right?" Xu San muttered to himself, then stood up and took out a few figures from the shelf.

There is Sun Wukong, not only Huo Wu, but also Kenshin and Gundam.
There are seven or eight of them, big and small.

Faced with a row of figures, Xu San chose Mai Shiranui and Gundam.

Mai Shiranui was given to Fujita.

The Gundam was given to Kazuya Mishima.

After selecting the gifts, Xu San ran to a tea shop to get two gift boxes to hold the two figures. He then bought some tea and snacks to go with the gifts. After all, having only one gift would seem too simple.

After everything was ready, Xu San changed into a clean set of clothes and went to the prison to meet Mishima.
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Deep inside Ping'an County Prison, when Xu San saw Mishima again, he found that he had gained a lot of weight. It seemed that the food had been good during this period.

Placing a pile of gifts on the tatami, Xu San bowed and greeted, "Mishima-kun, you look much stronger after not seeing you for a few days."

San Dao shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Mr. Xu San, you are joking. I have become like this because I have been pampered for too long. To tell you the truth, I still prefer the time when I was a soldier. At that time, I was happy as long as I had meat to eat." After saying that, he looked at the gifts brought by Xu San, "Mr. Xu San spent money again."

“They are all local specialties and gadgets.”

"A gadget?" Mishima fixed his eyes on the big box containing the Gundam. "This isn't a gadget, is it?"

"It's also a gadget!" Xu San said mysteriously.

"Let me guess." Mishima said with a smile, "Is it porcelain or an antique?"

Xu San shook his head. "No! It's a handicraft, a modern handicraft! And my teacher asked me to give it to Mr. Mishima a few days ago. It's a token of my gratitude for Mr. Mishima's care for me."

Thinking of Xu San's mysterious teacher, Mishima immediately became interested, "Then I'd like to take a look!"

"Please!" Xu San said and made a gesture of invitation.

Then Mishima unwrapped the gift box and opened the lid.

The gift box, which was about 40 centimeters high, was opened, and the body of the Hell Death Gundam, which was more than 30 centimeters high, was revealed.

The main color of the Hell Death Gundam EW Rosette is deep black, which not only gives the machine an ominous temperament, but also makes it elusive like a ghost on the battlefield. The red eye monitor and some detailed decorations are dotted in between, forming a sharp contrast and enhancing the visual impact.

Faced with such exquisite craftsmanship, Mishima carefully took it out of the box, placed it on the tatami, then swallowed and began to observe it carefully.

Not only was he watching, but even Fujita Osamu who was standing nearby came over.

Ten minutes later, Mishima exhaled softly, "This work of art must have been made by a master, but I don't know which ancient demon god this statue depicts?" (End of this chapter)