"The last time I saw Chairman Fujihara was a month ago, it was when Chairman Fujihara and the Japanese Imperial Family were engaged."
Jiang Chen was unfazed.
"Chairman Fujihara is indeed very busy, too many major affairs need her handling."
Pan Yang is fair and objective, although he was once abandoned by Japanese companies and swept out, he holds no grudges and harbors no personal emotions.
"Tell me about your current work situation."
Pan Yang was well-prepared, even his laptop was ready in the car.
A car in the back.
The Martial Saint stared intently out of the window, his eyes reflecting the moving street scene.
Although a catastrophe struck this place not long ago, there are no traces visible on the streets now, at least phenomena like smashing, looting, burning, and zero-yen priority have been effectively controlled.
However, some injuries affect the inside, not the surface.
This is Tokyo.
