Hmph, another pervert! Hey! Where are you looking?! Hmph! I'm fully prepared. Look however you want, you won't expose yourself!
Zhang Xiaotao felt a sense of pride. Having dealt with Japanese people so much, she had learned to protect herself. For example, she would even put transparent tape on the straps of her bra to prevent accidental exposure and avoid being seen by these lewd Japanese men.
Chen Xiao didn't actually mean any harm; he just glanced at Zhang Xiaotao's chest instinctively...
It wasn't intentional, it's just that most men in the world are like this. When they see a beautiful woman standing in front of them, they will subconsciously take a second look, looking at her face and then her figure... It's a man's instinct.
Zhang Xiaotao was mistaken; she only knew she was there to act as a translator. However, something went wrong at some point, and it's unclear which staff member forgot to give instructions, leading Zhang Xiaotao to believe that her client was still a Japanese person.
"Sir, I am your translator, Zhang Xiaotao. I will take you to the restaurant now. For the next few days, I will provide you with personal service. I will be happy to answer any questions you may have while you are here, and I will also serve as your translator and attendant."
After making her introduction in a businesslike tone, Zhang Xiaotao went directly to the elevator with Chen Xiao.
After entering the elevator, Zhang Xiaotao immediately and consciously stood in a position against the wall, her back pressed tightly against the wall—she had a painful experience before, when she entered an elevator with several Japanese people, and as a result, she stupidly stood in front and was pinched on the butt by a Japanese pervert!
Of course... that Japanese pervert didn't fare any better; he got a kick to his groin from Miss Zhang.
Seeing Chen Xiao standing silently beside her, Zhang Xiaotao scoffed inwardly: So what if he's handsome! Hmph, without me, you'd be deaf here. Luckily you don't understand Chinese, otherwise how would I make money off you? Hmph!
As she pondered this, Zhang Xiaotao noticed Chen Xiao secretly sizing her up. Suddenly, an idea struck her. She deliberately flashed a bright smile, but cursed fiercely in Chinese, "You Japanese devil, what are you looking at! I've had plenty of experience dealing with you Japanese devils! I even wear extra underwear! Humph! Are you lusting after my beauty? Let me tell you, no way! Last time, some guy pretended to fall down in front of me, trying to peek at my underwear! And you? You look all respectable, but your eyes are full of wicked thoughts! Are you also trying to pretend to fall down and see me exposed... No way!"
She deliberately smiled more and more broadly, but said these words through gritted teeth.
Upon hearing this, Chen Xiao was caught between a rock and a hard place, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry. He could only withdraw his gaze, maintain a stiff expression, and suppress the urge to burst into laughter.
This girl... is quite interesting...
Inside the elevator, Zhang Xiaotao talked for a long time until the elevator reached the restaurant floor and the doors opened. Chen Xiao couldn't hold back any longer.
Before stepping out of the elevator, he couldn't help but turn around suddenly, smile gently at Zhang Xiaotao, and then lower his voice to say in Chinese, "Miss Zhang, I am not a Japanese devil, I am Chinese."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaotao immediately let out a scream, then stared wide-eyed at Chen Xiao as if she had seen a ghost, her cherry-like mouth agape into an "O" shape.
In her shock, she even forgot to get out of the elevator, watching helplessly as the doors closed automatically before letting out a cry of alarm. She was then trapped inside as the elevator continued its descent...
A few minutes later, Chen Xiao looked at Zhang Xiaotao, who had come out of the elevator again, and suppressed the urge to laugh: "Are you alright?"
"I..." Zhang Xiaotao really wanted to go crazy! Thinking about what she had said in the elevator just now, her face burned with embarrassment!
Ghosts! Ghosts! Ghosts!
What did I just say?! I even blurted out something about wearing two pairs of underwear... I'm doomed!!
"You! Why didn't you say so sooner!" Suppressing the urge to roar, after all, the person in front of her was her customer, her sugar daddy, Zhang Xiaotao's face was gloomy.
"You didn't even ask me, you just assumed I was Japanese from the start," Chen Xiao said with a smile.
"You...then what do you need a translator for! You're clearly Chinese, you can speak Chinese!" Zhang Xiaotao retorted angrily.
Chen Xiao paused for a moment, then suppressed a laugh: "Are you really so angry you've lost your mind? I need a translator because I don't understand Japanese."
Okay... For the first time, Zhang Xiaotao wished there was a crack in the floor around her, because she really wanted to crawl into it...
Chapter 132 [Sato]
For Chen Xiao, this temporary job was quite easy.
His official job title was "assistant," but in reality, he didn't need to do anything. His colleagues all seemed to believe that Chen Xiao, this newcomer, was someone of great importance. For the entire afternoon, everyone else was busy, but no one dared to delegate tasks to him, and no one dared to say a word to him.
Later, Chen Xiao learned that the others had mistaken him for a special envoy sent down from above to monitor their work.
What's even more hilarious is that in the afternoon, each assistant received a "subsidy".
Everyone received an envelope containing a stack of banknotes. Although the amount wasn't large, it was still equivalent to two months' salary for a senior white-collar worker. This was supposedly a special travel allowance for their trip to China.
Chen Xiao also received such an envelope. Holding the banknotes inside, he couldn't help but find it a little funny.
I've only been here one day, and I haven't done any work yet, but I've already received a sum of money.
The girl named Zhang Xiaotao remained by Chen Xiao's side—to the other assistants, the fact that Chen Xiao, at his level, was provided with a dedicated translator further confirmed their "guess." Therefore, in front of Chen Xiao, these people worked tirelessly, daring not to slack off in the slightest.
"Why do I feel like they're all afraid of you?" Zhang Xiaotao, who was standing next to Chen Xiao, asked with some surprise.
Chen Xiao shrugged: "I don't know."
In terms of age, Zhang Xiaotao was actually two or three years older than him—after their initial conversation, Chen Xiao had successfully extracted all the details about this beautiful female translator.
Chen Xiao hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "By the way, do you know... who these Japanese people are?"
"Huh???" Zhang Xiaotao's mouth dropped open: "You! Aren't you with them? How could you not know?"
Chen Xiao paused for a moment, then smiled mysteriously and whispered in Zhang Xiaotao's ear, "I'm from the National Security Bureau! I suspect these Japanese are up to something... so my superiors sent me to infiltrate their ranks and investigate..."
Zhang Xiaotao was startled, but then she saw the mockery in Chen Xiao's eyes and immediately realized she had been tricked. She rolled her eyes fiercely and said, "Even though you are my employer, you can't play me like this!"
However, during their subsequent conversation, Chen Xiao managed to extract the details Zhang Xiaotao knew: the female translator didn't know who these Japanese people were either. She had simply been introduced to this job by a large translation company in Shanghai that she was affiliated with.
It wasn't until evening that Chen Xiao finally met the person he was protecting on this trip, the "Sato Chiyoko" lady.
Chen Xiao was led into a room on the top floor of the private club hotel by two solemn-looking Japanese men and the butler he had met during the day. After exiting the elevator, Zhang Xiaotao, who was with him, was refused to follow any further and was instead politely invited to a lounge next door by two Japanese men who looked like bodyguards.
Outside a luxurious suite filled with Japanese-style decor, Chen Xiao saw two men dressed in Japanese kimonos standing at the door. These two men had even shaved their heads—the kind of hairstyle where the foreheads are completely bald—and they stood there bowing.
Then, the sliding door opened, and two young girls, both dressed in kimonos, bowed and stepped out, holding trays high in their hands.
The butler, who had been so arrogant in front of everyone during the day, was now utterly humble, practically wagging his tail on the floor. He first knelt before the sliding door, pulled it open with both hands, and then quickly prostrated himself. He didn't dare raise his head, as if even doing so would be disrespectful to the people in the room. He respectfully said something in Japanese, probably an announcement.
Chen Xiao did not bring a translator, nor did he turn on the detector's voice translation function.