Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

Her fingertips were soft and her skin was smooth and tender.

Slowly rub it from his face to the temples near his forehead, then insert his fingers into Conan's thick hair and begin to gently massage his scalp.

The movements are soothing and gentle.

"Conan, you should go to bed on time from now on. Don't stay up late reading novels anymore. It's not good for your health."

"Yeah~ Yeah."

Good. So delicious. Conan now felt as if his whole body had been electrified. There was a dense itching sensation that went all the way from the tailbone to the scalp.

The bones are almost melting.

Conan closed his eyes unconsciously and fell asleep in Mao Lilan's arms, snoring slightly and regularly.

After hearing this voice, Mao Lilan stopped massaging and carefully hugged Conan over, letting him sleep peacefully in her arms.

Tsk.

Lu Ren turned his head.

"Master, drive slower."

He wasn't thinking about Conan, a brat, but he just didn't want Lan's efforts to be in vain.

Sometimes, Lu Ren really feels that Mao Lilan doesn't look like a seventeen-year-old girl.

With such an overflowing maternal look, most people would believe her if she was said to be twenty-seven years old.

Perhaps, the reporter in Kitajima Xiaozui might have seen such a harmonious scene between Mao Lilan and Conan.

I unconsciously regarded them as mother and son.

Well, extenuating circumstances, but damn still.

Lu Ren has always had double standards when it comes to his own people.

But now the anger is almost gone.

I really need to fire that reporter. In this sluggish economic situation, their family's life is probably going to collapse.

Considering this, Lu Ren also softened his heart.

After all, he is not a bad guy.

"Bei Dao, what's that reporter's name?"

"Sato Fei."

"female?"

"male."

Sato, surnamed Sato.

Doesn't it have anything to do with Kiyoshi Sato?

Kitajima Xiao noticed Lu Ren's hesitation and added in a low voice, "He is from Hokkaido."

Oh, that'll be fine. This person has nothing to do with Sato Kiyoshi.

Sato Kiyoshi is an upright Tokyoite and the patriarch of his Sato family. Everyone in the family relies on his wings and lives in a dream on his money bed.

No one would go to other places to develop.

Unless it is a distant relative who is very far away, such as a relative with a foreign surname like Kitajima Xiao.

She is not from Tokyo, she is from Osaka.

It's just that the Tokyo dialect is very standard, and Lu Ren doesn't hear the Osaka flavor at all.

He has come into contact with many Osaka people, who are generally impatient and straightforward.

And I will be proud of my Osaka accent.

The world of Conan happens to have a ready-made example, Hattori Black Chicken.

For historical reasons, Lu Ren hated Xiao Japan from the bottom of his heart.

If the island would sink tomorrow, he would be celebrating with champagne today.

But work is work. Many of the company's orders come from Japan.

We don’t often talk about the spirit of Japanese craftsmanship, things that are easy to use and durable.

But in fact, many of them are made in China and just bear a Japanese brand.

Craftsman spirit?

The spirit of Gongjian is pretty much the same.

Bow for ten minutes before speaking. After bowing, he still went his own way.

That's a long way to go, that's probably it.

That's it anyway. This is what Lu Ren's company did in his previous life, and there were a lot of orders from Japan.

Therefore, there are many opportunities to interact with them.

I should say it or not, but the Japanese people do have a vicious view. The things they make themselves are not good, but their vision is very accurate.

High standards and strict requirements.

But if the negotiation can really be successful, then the reward will be really much.

No one has trouble with money.

Among them, the one Lu Ren likes the most is the people from Osaka.

If you have an iron head, you can do it as long as you want.

But if you can really knock them down, they will be convinced and approve of you.

The cooperation with them is very stable. Whatever the price, it will always be that price, and they will not deliberately lower the price.

It’s not like they have already made everything here, but they temporarily say they don’t want it over there.

He is one of the few Japanese people that Lu Ren can get along with.

In terms of their friendship with each other, Lu Ren allowed them to travel to China.

There is no need to kneel down and kowtow a few times.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 42: Hours, Minutes, and Seconds

"Lu Ren?"

Kitajima Xiao tentatively stretched out his hand and gently pushed Lu Ren's arm.

Why, after saying that Sato Fei was from Hokkaido, Lu Ren stopped talking again?

"Sorry, I was distracted just now." Lu Ren recalled the original topic, "Well, I remember that the newspaper company did not intend to open up foreign markets."

Kitajima Xiao nodded, "I have this idea, and I am in charge of this now. What do you mean?"

Well, he, Lu Ren, is not a bad person.

It is impossible to really let Sato Fei and his family go out to the streets to drink from the northwest.

"Then arrange for him to go to Maozi, let him go to Siberia to plant, oh no, let him go there to develop the market."

Lu Ren said warmly, "It just so happens that he is from Hokkaido. People with the word "北" in their names must be very frost-resistant. Let him go there, which can be regarded as a professional counterpart."

Actually, it’s not cold in Hokkaido.

And why does the word "north" in the name mean it is frost resistant?

Then why is she not resistant to freezing at all?

When the words came to his lips, Kitajima Xiao swallowed them back.

"Well, after I get back, I will arrange for him to go there."

"it is good."

Lu Ren said he was very satisfied.

This means that a winery is not a place for good people to be.

Otherwise, he would have recruited Kitajima Xiao.

This is a perfect deputy.

With her here, it can really save a lot of trouble.

Now, he can only let Kitajima Xiao help him handle the newspaper office work.

It's a bit of a pity.

With such a mood, Lu Ren arrived at his destination.

No matter how slow the car drove, we would still be there in twenty minutes.

After all, this is just a small place.

Bei Dao Xiao got out of the car early and stood outside to help Lu Ren hold the door.

Mao Lilan woke up her father and Conan in her arms.

After both of them opened their eyes, Lu Ren said, "We're at the place, let's go down. I've bought the tickets in advance."

"Brother Ren, here"

"No need to be polite to me." Lu Ren waved his hand and stuffed the ticket into the arms of Conan, who was still confused. His cold hands were placed on Conan's neck, which stimulated him to wake up instantly.

"Hey, I'm awake. How did you sleep?"

"good."

"Next time, remember not to stay up late. You are still young. If you start staying up late so early, be careful not to grow taller in the future."

"Uh-huh."

Sometimes, Conan didn't know whether Lu Ren was really thinking about him or just pretending.

Just think that he is sincere.

Lu Ren put his hand on Conan's head every day again.

"Lan, brother Maori, we will go there first."

"Yeah. Come on work!"

"I accept your good words."

Lu Ren masturbated for the last time, then stopped and got out of the car with satisfaction.

"Before we go in, let's review the script."

"Ah."

"From now on, you are Shi Miao, I am Shi Fen, and we are brother and sister. I heard that there is armor that can move around here, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity."

"Yeah." Kitajima Xiao nodded, and then questioned, "Shouldn't this situation all be pretending to be a couple?"

"Indeed. But the question is..." Lu Ren sighed, "Do you think we are similar?"

"."

Kitajima Xiao stretched out his hand to hold Lu Ren's arm, and then retracted his hand instantly, grabbing Lu Ren's windbreaker instead, and whispered, "Let's go, Onii-chan."

hiss.

He clearly had no interest in younger sisters before.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

"Don't call me that. Just call me by my name, Shifen."

"Oh."

The two of them walked into Mihua Art Museum.