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Chapter 238: Chapter 0223: The Land of Dreams

Professor Zhang, who had nothing to do, decided to stir the pot.

“Your suit is too small, get a bigger one, or at least tuck in your belly, people might think we lack fabric.”

Professor Zhang yanked at Fatty’s suit hem.

Director Bai chastised, “Go change it, right now. If there is no larger size, you’re out of time, I have a few suits, go fetch one for yourself. ”

For the sake of a suit, he can’t lose his group’s dignity. Director Bai is serious.

Professor Zhang strolled around and saw his name in the front row of the guest nameplates. He waved his hand, “Little Zhang, come here!”

Zhang Lin, who was busy, ran over, “Old Zhang!”

“Remove this and replace it with something else.” Professor Zhang picked up the nameplate and handed it to him.

Zhang Lin scratched his head, “We can’t remove it. These were arranged by Director Tan and approved by Director Han.”

Professor Zhang wasn’t happy, “Why are you always timid in doing things, even like a chicken when eating a chicken, dragging your feet just to remove a nameplate.”

“So many foreigners are watching. I’m an old man in my eighties. If they don’t know me, they’ll think that Sanbo couldn’t get talent and rounded me up. I insist on removing it. Let Han Jiangong find me if he has any issues.” Professor Zhang was adamant.

Zhang Lin had no choice but to temporarily remove it and report it to Director Tan later.

Director Tan is currently hanging a plaque in the Institute of Orthopedics. It has to be hanged today and unveiled tomorrow.

Song Zimo, who was on the phone, walked over. Zhang Lin asked, “Weren’t you picking up Takahashi Fumiya? Director Tian just couldn’t find you?”

“No, he declined our arrangement and figured it out himself.” Song Zimo speaks Japanese, so he was arranged to pick up Takahashi Fumiya.

“What the hell, he’s even picky about us.” Zhang Lin cursed.

Takahashi Fumiya has arrived, and the news spread, many doctors are extremely excited.

The conference’s international reputation is affirmed, the big shot from Tokyo University Affiliated Hospital, Takahashi Fumiya, really showed up.

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The weather is nice at Nandu Airport.

This is Takahashi’s second time in China. He was somewhat reluctant, but he couldn’t refuse Mr. Fujiwara’s assignment and could only obey.

As soon as he got off the plane, he put on a Kowa mask and frowned, “Ms.Miyuki, you should also wear a mask.”

Fujiwara Miyuki was somewhat unhappy, “Is that really necessary?”

“Of course it’s necessary! You are coming to China for the first time and don’t know anything about it. Here, smog often envelops the entire city, causing the incidence of lung cancer to increase exponentially. I always have obvious symptoms of respiratory irritation whenever I come.”

Takahashi coughed a few times, showing that his symptoms were not fabricated, but were genuinely rapid.

“Isn’t this just your second time in China?” Fujiwara Miyuki felt that Takahashi’s use of the term “every time” was a bit exaggerated.

Takahashi sensed Fujiwara Miyuki’s dissatisfaction and wisely shut his mouth to avoid annoying her.

With assistants in tow, the four of them boarded Japan Airlines JL087 at Narita International Airport and flew for five hours and twenty-five minutes before landing at Nandu Airport.

The tall and beautiful Fujiwara Miyuki, with a coat draped over her arm, walked through the airport lobby like a star, attracting countless glances, men’s desire, and women’s envy.

In fact, she is a star. Standing at one meter seventy-eight tall, with stunningly beautiful features, she once shone on the catwalk, was a Victoria’s Secret champion, and holds a high degree of education. She is a goddess in the hearts of many Japanese men.

Both Takahashi Fumiya and Sasaki Jiro are her ardent admirers. Countless men in Japan’s high society, both old and young, drool over her.

Unfortunately, the Fujiwara family is a prestigious family in Japan, powerful and strong.

As such, for these men, Fujiwara Miyuki remains an unreachable star, not even daring to stretch out their hands.

Moreover, the sleazy-looking Takahashi Fumiya and the beautiful Fujiwara Miyuki walking together could easily incite a violent reaction from observers.

Having exited from Terminal 1, the woman waiting for them was Miss Yangzi who has been waiting for them at the exit, holding a Japanese sign.

“Welcome, Miss Miyuki, Mr. Takahashi!”

Fujiwara Miyuki and Takahashi spotted the Japanese welcome sign immediately.

“Are you Manager Inoue Yoko?” Takahashi asked.

“Welcome, Miss Miyuki, Mr. Takahashi!”

Yangzi bowed, her greeting was in Japanese style. Fujiwara and Takahashi returned the bow and followed Yangzi. After walking a few minutes, they arrived at the P1 parking lot.

A Toyota Alphard had been waiting for a while. The driver, wearing white gloves, gently opened the car door. Yangzi said apologetically, “Miss Miyuki, Mr. Takahashi, you must be tired. Please get in the car!”

Fujiwara Miyuki elegantly boarded the Alphard. She and her assistant sat in the front row, while Takahashi and his assistant sat in the second row.

Whether it’s the principle of women first, or the status as a member of the Fujiwara family, such arrangement is necessary.

The driver drove smoothly, the brake did not jerk, and the startup did not push back. Their destination is a luxury Japanese hotel in G City–The Prince Akatoki.

The Prince Akatoki, a high-end chain hotel under the Japanese Prince Hotel, and the shareholder behind the Prince Hotel is the Fujiwara family.

In the grand sphere of a large financial conglomerate, a hotel is essentially a speck. But in G City, China, the only hotel they could use as accommodation is this one. Inoue Yoko, the hotel’s executive director, decided to pick them up from the airport personally when she received the notice from the Japan headquarters.

“Miss Miyuki, you’re visiting China for the first time. There are significant changes happening here, with an extensive high-speed rail system, expansive highways, bustling commercial districts, and densely packed factories-” Yangzi felt that calling her ‘Miss Miyuki,’ rather than ‘Fujiwara,’ demonstrated greater respect.

“You didn’t see the so-called urban villages they also have here, hidden behind high-rise buildings, with sewage flowing freely, overcrowded, fat rats roaming in the day, they even build what they call ‘scenery walls’ along the highways, covering the dilapidated places behind, so as not to let the damaging places enter the tourists’ view.” After a long silence, Takahashi couldn’t help talking again.

“I believe that undoubtedly, every country has its own pros and cons. Even the United States, where people around the world yearn to go, is riddled with rampant drug abuse, the proliferation of firearms, grubby slums, and unpreventable robberies in the subway. The same goes for Japan, even in a golden world like Ginza, there are unseen filth and despair behind it.” Fujiwara Miyuki voiced her impatience with Takahashi’s prejudice.

Miyuki has loved Chinese culture since she was young. She speaks Mandarin, could recite Tang poems, and read the Four Great Classical Novels. Her favorite city in Japan is Kyoto because it retains the style of ancient architecture during the Tang Dynasty.

It was Miyuki’s first trip to China and she excitedly gazed out of the car window, continually marvelling at her surroundings.

The magnificent airport, the brand new highways, and the multitude of factories.

This great nation is in revival, and nothing can halt her steadfast steps.

Takahashi is overly biased!

“Every country has its own flaws, especially those that are rapidly developing. I don’t believe this represents anything. They are changing, and they are changing every day. It is just amazing.” Miyuki, like a child, could hardly contain her excitement.

Bubbling with life and vibrancy, steeped in cultural depth, this is the China of her dreams.

She often dreamed of herself in the classical period of the Tang Dynasty, walking across a bridge to the sounds of zithers while wearing beautiful Tang attire, her head shyly bowed.

“Look, that’s an all-electric bus!”

Miyuki had seen China’s electric buses in Japan, which emit no exhaust fumes.

The high-speed rail whizzed across the elevated bridges.

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“The Shinkansen? “Miyuki almost screamed.

China’s high-speed rail is even better than the Shinkansen.

Miyuki closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would mean to have high-speed rails crisscrossing over a 9.6 million square kilometer land area.

“I want to stay here longer, I want to try the high-speed trains and look around.”

“Manager Yangzi would be honored to be Miss Miyuki’s guide.”

“There’s nothing to fuss about, it’s just a copy of Japan after all.”

Takahashi found Miyuki’s fascinated reactions to China highly distasteful. He wouldn’t have minded if it was someone else, but it was not becoming of the young lady of the Fujiwara Family to be so enamored with China.

“Copycat? Which pursuer didn’t start with imitation? Did Japan not start by copying from Europe? Did the United States not start by copying from Europe? Are cars original inventions of Japan or the United States?”

Miyuki disagreed with Takahashi’s opinion and disliked his arrogance.

She hated how he always looked at her dreamland with such disdain.

“Look around, it’s all industrial zones. Various products are continuously coming off the assembly line, ready to be shipped to all corners of the world.”

Manager Yangzi introduced the scene to Miss Miyuki. She has been living in China for five years and is very familiar with the area.

“Most of these factories are low-tech processing plants, where workers exhaust themselves working overtime for meager wages. Do you know why China’s finger reattachment operations are so advanced? It’s because due to overwork and excessive fatigue, combined with reckless production methods, there are countless cases of fingers being crushed by machines every day. This multitude of accidents has produced a group of medically skilled doctors.’

Takahashi fumed internally. He felt it his responsibility to guide Miss Miyuki off the wrong path.

Although Miyuki was the young lady of the Fujiwara Family, and the younger sister of his teacher, Fujiwara Masao, she was also Takahashi’s co-worker. Thus, Takahashi was bolder in his speech and did not mull over his words like Yangzi did.

‘They sent the Jade Rabbit rover to the moon, constructed the Beidou satellite navigation system, ambitiously planned to build a space station, and will become the second country to land on the moon. With just a few decades, they have achieved an incredible transformation. In your eyes, however, you see them as pathetic. Mr. Takahashi, please dissolve your narrow-mindedness. A lion will not become a cat just because you call it one.’ Although Miss Fujiwara was discontent, she still maintained her composure and tried to settle the disagreement through debate.”

“Alright!” Takahashi indicated his surrender, he sat back and dared not speak again, but kept on shrugging his shoulders.

The Toyota car arrived at the hotel, parking at the entrance.

“Miss Miyuki, please.”

“Mr. Takahashi, please.”

“Is there a high-speed train station here?” asked Miyuki.

“Nandu station, the largest in Asia.” Yangzi got out of the car and personally opened the car door for her.

“After the meeting, I want to take the high-speed train, tour around. That will be great!”

“You can travel in any direction, with the high-speed rail spanning across the entire China, you can go wherever you like. Miss Miyuki, if you do so, you will need many days. China is not like Japan.”

“That’s fine, I have plenty of time on my visa.”

On reaching the hotel lobby, the entire hotel was decorated in a Japanese style while the service was also Japanese.

“Please follow me, you can rest for a little while and then have your meal. Miss Miyuki, I have arranged a Chinese meal for you.” Yangzi bowed, and Miyuki and Takahashi stepped into the VIP elevator.

“Why isn’t it a Japanese meal?” Takahashi was clearly dissatisfied.

Yangzi apologized, “Tokyo insisted on arranging Chinese meals for Miss Miyuki. Mr. Takahashi, your Japanese meal has also been prepared, please rest assured.”

Miss Yangzi was very capable. Among the small number of Japanese women who focused on their careers, she stood out, meticulously arranging every detail of her work with a uniqueness that Japanese women were known for.

“Miss Miyuki, Sanbo Hospital, where you will be attending the conference, is about an hour’s drive from here. Tomorrow, we will make sure to get you to the venue on time.”

Yangzi brought Miyuki and her assistant into the most luxurious suite in the hotel, while she had arranged for someone to guide Takahashi to another suite on a different floor.

“Do you speak Chinese?” Miyuki asked in Mandarin.

“Of course! I have been living in China for five years.” Yangzi responded in Mandarin.

“Then let’s communicate in Chinese!” Fujiwara Miyuki was in high spirits.

The land of her dreams did not disappoint her.