First class naturally belonged to this Miss Sato—what's even more outrageous is that she actually booked the entire first-class floor!
There are many wealthy people in Shanghai, and quite a few people take boat trips to the sea for tourism, but no one objects to this extravagant lifestyle... or is it simply ignored?
The ship departed the shore precisely at 8 p.m.
Almost simultaneously, starting at 8 PM, the banquet hall on the ship was also booked by Sato and her group. Ms. Sato was going to host a banquet there.
This was clearly a Japanese-style banquet. Chen Xiao stood in the banquet hall, where all the waiters were brought by Sato himself, and all the ship's staff had been asked to leave.
Standing here, surrounded by people all around him wearing kimonos, Chen Xiao, the only one in a suit, felt a little awkward—even that greedy female translator, Zhang Xiaotao, was wearing a kimono to keep up with the times.
Chen Xiao really wanted to give her a lesson in patriotism. But Zhang Xiaotao just pouted and said, "Don't you know? These Japanese kimonos are actually derived from our Hanfu! They're originally our stuff!"
Chen Xiao really wanted to remind Zhang Xiaotao: True classical Hanfu, especially women's Hanfu, doesn't involve wearing underwear...
However, considering Zhang Xiaotao's ruthless attitude towards perverts, Chen Xiao wisely chose to keep quiet.
To Chen Xiao's surprise, it seemed that the Japanese on this ship were not limited to Sato's family.
After boarding, a group of Japanese people immediately and consciously occupied a small portion of the first-class cabin, all with the tacit approval of the Sato family.
In addition, after the banquet began, a group of Japanese guests entered the venue. These people were obviously of high status, but none of them were people Chen Xiao had seen before.
Chen Xiao couldn't understand their conversation, but luckily Zhang Xiaotao was there with her.
“These all seem to be Japanese nobles.” Zhang Xiaotao, after all, studied Japanese and had a good understanding of Japanese history: “It seems to be a gathering of Japan’s high society.”
A dozen or so Japanese old men walked in with arrogant expressions, their noses practically pointing to the sky. It seemed they were quite used to and enjoyed the respectful and fearful attitude of those around them.
Besides these old men, there were also some young men and women, probably scions of some family.
However, people soon noticed Chen Xiao—the only person in the entire venue who wasn't wearing a kimono.
Those people looked at Chen Xiao with some dissatisfaction, but they seemed to know that Chen Xiao was Miss Sato's person, so no one dared to say anything.
But the feeling of being pointed at and talked about is really unpleasant.
Fortunately, Chen Xiao will be starting work soon.
A waiter came to tell Chen Xiao: Miss has finished changing and will be coming out soon.
It means: Chen Xiao is about to start working.
When Ms. Sato walked out gracefully in a pink kimono, her face was covered with an almost frighteningly white layer of powder... However, this was probably some kind of aristocratic etiquette in Japan, because Chen Xiao saw other young women at the banquet who also had their faces painted like ghosts.
Is this aesthetically pleasing?
Chen Xiao immediately walked over and stood behind Ms. Sato. As soon as he stood still, he heard Takeuchi Yako next to him give a very unfriendly "humph".
In fact... these past few days, this Ms. Takeuchi Yako has seemed to be looking for an opportunity to "teach" me a lesson. She has repeatedly used very veiled words to provoke me, trying to anger me and have a duel with me.
However... Chen Xiao's basic principle in life is: never hit women.
Of course, it's a different story if they are enemies, like when he fought with the poisonous Alice.
Too lazy to bother with this hormonally imbalanced Takeuchi Yako—uh. This hormonally imbalanced, such a vicious remark wasn't said by Chen Xiao, but by Zhang Xiaotao.
Chen Xiao, wearing glasses, scanned the entire area with a detector. The activated radar showed no abnormalities, which made Chen Xiao feel slightly relieved.
There were naturally Japanese security personnel in the banquet hall. Chen Xiao's job was simply to stay by Ms. Sato's side.
To his slight surprise, those arrogant old men who had previously seemed to have their heads on the ground were now as timid as mice before a cat when facing Miss Sato. Their obsequious manner made Chen Xiao want to laugh.
Hojo... Genji... these old men all have very prestigious noble surnames in Japan.
These past few days, Chen Xiao had spent a lot of time with Zhang Xiaotao, catching up on his studies. Sato, and even these old men, all seemed to be Japanese aristocrats. But why were these guys so respectful to Miss Sato?
Judging from the surname, it seems that... Sato is not necessarily more noble than other noble surnames, is it?
What surprised Chen Xiao the most was that there was another person with the surname Matsushita among the participants in this banquet... It was no coincidence that this guy was actually a high-ranking member of the famous Matsushita family in Japan.
The high-ranking member of the prestigious Matsushita family was as humble as a servant in front of these nobles.
After a series of social interactions, Ms. Sato seemed to be in low spirits, and a hint of fatigue appeared in her eyes. The old men who had been fawning over her immediately and discreetly withdrew.
"I'm tired... Yako. Go get my medicine." Ms. Sato's face was a little pale.
Takeuchi Yako hesitated for a moment, then looked at Chen Xiao—his eyes clearly showing distrust—but due to Ms. Sato's orders, she left anyway.
"You don't like this kind of occasion?" Chen Xiao frowned as he looked at Ms. Sato's weak and tired appearance.
"I don't like it." Sato glanced at Chen Xiao. "But so what?"
"Everyone here seems to be afraid of you," Chen Xiao said, squinting.
Sato's brow furrowed even more.
“You have to cooperate with me.” Chen Xiao sighed. “I know nothing about you right now. It puts me in a very passive position to protect you under these circumstances.”
“I didn’t send you here,” Sato said sternly.
Just then...
"Chibako!"
A young man's voice came from afar.
Several people who had just walked in from outside the banquet hall surrounded a young Japanese man and strode over.