Rebirth of the tea art man

"I thought it was a fan appreciation festival, so this is it?"

Imperial Hotel Tokyo, Main Building Suite.

The sky-high price of nearly 10 yen per night is daunting even for white-collar elites in downtown Tokyo.And this suite with an area of ​​up to 115 square meters exceeds the living area of ​​most Tokyoites.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Lin Cheng watched Yui Niihara get into the car and ended today's fundraising activity.

The Great East Japan Earthquake in 2011, to Lin Cheng in his previous life, was just a headline in a newspaper, not even as attractive as watching the Dota video of Dionysus on the Internet, discovering that Xiaoxiao can easily kill people, and then play in one go Ordered dozens of small dishes.

However, on the streets of Tokyo at this time, Lin Cheng found that no matter whether it was the streets or alleys, or TV and newspapers, even though it had been three months, the country was still immersed in the grief of the 311 earthquake.

Today's islanders are really not as good as before.

In the past, they could drink Manhattan beer, eat Li Mei barbecue, and bow at the same time, Arigado!

But now?

What a big deal, as for those who cry all day long!

"I said Mr. Lin, you really know how to think! Is she a serious actress, or the most popular actress in the island country, do you think she is the kind..."

Lin Kexin blushed and stopped talking.

"What kind?" Lin Cheng asked.

"The wind is really noisy today!" Lin Kexin tried to divert his attention.

Lin Cheng: "Without opening the window, where does the wind come from?"

At this time, the landline phone in the room rang in due time.

"Oh, the phone is coming, I'll answer it!"

Lin Kexin quickly picked up the phone, muttering something.

"what happened?"


This thing is too sweet, so sweet that it doesn't look like coffee at all, but milk coffee with added sugar as the islanders understand.

"It's Mr. Masayoshi Hayashi from Softbank, who seems to have brought several presidents with him!"

Lin Kexin turned her head and said, with a look of fear and sincerity on her face.

The domestic gdp will officially exceed that of the island nation until next year.Nowadays, Chinese people, especially many ordinary people, chat and laugh about killing beauty and destroying the sun on the Internet, but in reality, when they see the islanders with their own eyes, they feel an inexplicable sense of inferiority.It's like seeing rich relatives during Chinese New Year, always submissive, not to mention the president of an archipelago who came back this time.

National self-confidence is continuously improved with the improvement of national strength, which requires a long process and cannot be changed overnight.

"It came really fast. He was staring at my flight and pinched the point to come over!"

Lin Cheng had no choice but to put on the clothes that Lin Cheng had just taken off, and grabbed a couple of hairs by the way, to sort out his hairstyle.

"Mr. Lin, what are you guys going to talk about? I heard from the front desk lady at the hotel that this time President Lin brought a group of people, all of whom are presidents of major companies, what ufotaation. Even the front desk lady was frightened gone."

Lin Kexin hung up the phone, and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar boss with shock on his face.

"Talk about a little business, don't make a fuss!"

Lin Cheng straightened his appearance, and took out another spare watch from the suitcase.

The same Rolex Daytona is just a black dial, commonly known as "Black Steel Di".

"Remember, the customer is God, and today the God is us!" He put on his watch, opened the door, and smiled confidently.

……

The Tokyo Imperial Hotel is a very Western-style building, which caters to the aesthetics of the island country when it left Asia and entered Europe.However, in the Japanese restaurant of the hotel, the traditional Japanese style is still followed.

A Michelin-level chef is grilling 5a-level Matsusaka Wagyu beef on the spot, sizzling and steaming.

And several middle-aged and elderly uncles with different appearances sat in front of the bar, like office workers off work, having a drink with colleagues in a tavern.

"You are too conniving with piracy. I have been on your country's website, and they are all pirated. A country like yours that condones piracy has no future!"

Risheng's president wore the Mediterranean hairstyle of a tram moron, and spoke impassionedly.

"You can't say that. Which country didn't come from piracy and imitation? In the early stages of development, whether it was piracy or imitation, it was an inevitable path. Now that it has reached a certain level, this phenomenon will naturally gradually disappear. , and I came to Tokyo this time to open the genuine authorization of your country's animation in our country."

Lin Cheng ate Matsusaka Wagyu just roasted by the chef, and drank Karuizawa 1988 whiskey.

If it wasn't for the introduction of the genuine authorization of the Gundam series, he usually fast-forwards when he sees this kind of middle-aged and elderly island country uncle in the Mediterranean.

Serious people who watch the plot?

"The reason why our club is called Bones is that I set a goal at the beginning of its establishment - to make animations with backbone!"

"I think people in your country are too spineless, so piracy is rampant. Even the animations you produce are plagiarizing a lot of our works."

Minami Masahiko is the president of the Bones Club.

What about looks?

In the husband's ex-accident series, the supporting actor who was tied to a chair, gagged, and whined with tears in his eyes.

After listening to Lin Kexin's very embarrassing translation, Lin Cheng picked up his chopsticks, snatched away a piece of fat and oily snowflake meat before Nan Yayan.

Then, with the twitching expression at the corner of his mouth, he continued to say without haste, "Didn't I say it all, plagiarism, imitation and piracy are the only way for all countries in the early stages of development. Just like your country is proud of it." The Toyota car of China once copied the Beetle of Volkswagen, and copied it exactly."

Hearing this, Hikari Shinto from the UFO Club and Nan Masahiko from the Bones Club showed surprise, even a little anger, feeling that it was Lin Cheng who was slandering them.

Makoto Asanuma, the oldest Risheng president, reacted instantly.

Back then, he couldn't afford an imported Beetle, so he bought a domestically-made Toyota Beetle, which was cheap and affordable, but it often broke down.

At that time, the island country cars were almost synonymous with inferior products, and they often copied European and American car factories, which was a one-to-one copy.

"And your Mitsubishi, in the 50s, also produced a car called j40, which was completely copied from the American Willis off-road vehicle."

"The first generation of Nissan Silvia is a copycat of Italy's Lancia Fulvia!"
"Toyota's Celica is a knockoff of the Ford Mustang fastback!"

"Even the famous GTR was copied from Dodge back then!"

Lin Cheng was not in a hurry, and one by one, he popularized historical knowledge to several presidents.

The faces of several people ranged from anger at the beginning, to suspicion later, and then to blushing and shame.

"Just talking about the car should be enough, don't I need to talk about other things?" Lin Cheng smiled and poured a glass of wine for the "tram idiot" next to him.

"Ahem... Let's talk about cooperation. How much are you going to pay for our animation copyright?"

Makoto Asanuma, the older generation, knows well that the history of the island country’s fortune was not glorious back then, and it has nothing to do with today’s so-called “wisdom creation, technological invention”, purely relying on shamelessness.