I am not just a tycoon

"Truly a 'fucking genius'."

Shen Yuan kept his beaming smile, patted his head twice: "Mr. Ito, toasting me 2 drinks isn't enough, you should at least toast 10."

Ito felt somewhat dissatisfied with the pat on his head and muttered as he moved Shen Yuan's hand away.

Shen Yuan looked towards Lu Xinyue: "Tell him, according to our Huaxia's customs, if he wants to share a table, he must first down 10 drinks. If he agrees, then we can share a table."

Lu Xinyue translated word for word. After listening, Ito Jiro laughed and said something in Japanese.

Lu Xinyue said: "He says he has dealt with Huaxia people before, and he's never heard of such a rule."

Shen Yuan laughed along: "In Huaxia, we have 34 provincial-level administrative regions, among them 23 provinces, each as big as your Japan, not to mention different cities and counties underneath. Each area has its own drinking rules, what the fuck do you know?"

"Boss....." Lu Xinyue hesitated because the last sentence had a swear word.

Shen Yuan said without hesitation: "Translate it all."

"....."

(PS: From here on out, Lu Xinyue's translation process won't be written out, so it'll be smoother for everyone to follow along)

After listening, Ito Jiro's eyebrows knitted slightly, then he started to haggle with Shen Yuan, saying he could drink at most 5 cups, and that it had to be with small cups.

"You guys from Japan aren't enthusiastic enough. Fine, consider it as your grandfather me giving you a break." Shen Yuan waved his hands, signaling Ji Ya to pour the drinks.

Because Lu Xinyue translated in full, Ito Jiro felt slightly offended by Shen Yuan calling himself 'grandfather'.

But considering the shared table situation, he didn't voice it out.

Instead, he quietly eyed the four beauties at the table, licking his dry lips.

Without a doubt, even in East Well's Shibuya, it would be difficult to see this level of beauty, especially when the four of them with their distinct styles were gathered together, creating an effect greater than the sum of four.

There was a petite, cute girl; a sweet, spicy hottie; a bespectacled, intellectual-looking short-haired beauty; and even a cool, queenly presence.

Being beautiful and having a good temperament is one thing, having a great figure is another, not to mention the bonus of being Huaxia people.

Sougou shanghai~

At their table, there were only two men, one seemed quite friendly, if a bit prone to swearing, and the other a silent, dumb-looking fellow without any unnecessary expression, who could be ignored.

With a gender ratio of 1:4, it was a severe imbalance, so his joining the table not only helped even things out but also kept the ladies from being too lonely.

Shen Yuan saw his lecherous gaze behind those thick glasses, smiled without saying much, and when Ji Ya poured 5 cups of drink, Shen Yuan gestured: "Mr. Ito, please."

Lu Xinyue didn't understand Shen Yuan and wondered why he agreed to this Japanese man's request to share a table, seeing that the man obviously had a strong agenda.

However, both Ji Ya and Fang Minhui looked at Ito Jiro with a bit of sympathy.

Ito Jiro didn't expect that even before the drink started, he had already won the favor of two beauties. He puffed out his chest, lifted his glass, and drained it in one gulp.

The 16-degree Gekkeikan Daiginjo sake wasn't very high in alcohol content, but after downing 5 cups in a row, Ito Jiro only felt his stomach churning.

Suppressing the discomfort, Ito Jiro turned his empty cup upside down, raising his chin with confidence: "All finished."

After speaking, he prepared to rise, calling another friend over.

"Mr. Ito, wait a moment."

At that moment, Shen Yuan suddenly spoke up.

"What else is there?" Ito Jiro frowned.

"I personally agree to share the table, but there are 5 others at this table, and you haven't drunk their 5 cups."

"Nani?"

Ito Jiro's expression changed several times, then his face turned red with anger, he clenched his fists, "Are you fucking with me?"

Shen Yuan spoke soothingly: "Don't be angry yet, Mr. Ito, that's just the way our rules are. You've already been given a discount, others would have to drink 10 cups."

"Slap!"

Ito Jiro slapped down hard, causing the entire table to shake violently, startling Lu Xinyue and Ji Ya.

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Mr. Ito, aren't you being unreasonable? Is this how you Japanese treat your guests?"

Ito Jiro suddenly realized that the guy who had been polite just now had turned into a completely different person.

This is our country, what can he do to me? Unwilling to lose face, Ito Jiro, fierce on the outside but timid on the inside, pointed at him and shouted: "You untrustworthy Chinese pig! You don't deserve to travel in our country!"

Lu Xinyue didn't translate this sentence, paused and then told Shen Yuan: "He's cursing at someone."

Shen Yuan said indifferently: "Send my regards to this little redneck's family tree."

Shen Yuan was an old hand at verbal sparring, with exquisite trolling skills. If only Mr. Ito understood Chinese, he'd show him the formidable art of our national essence.

All he could do was let Lu Xinyue do the job.

Lu Xinyue took a deep breath and then launched into a barrage of words.

For her, who was studying Japanese, profanities... were actually the first thing she learned...

Ito Jiro's face turned from red to green, his teeth bared in a snarl while he counter cursed, but Lu Xinyue simply didn't translate.

The most infuriating thing during a verbal spat is being bombarded by someone else and then, having prepared a whole load of words to throw back, you find that you've been muted.

"Baka! Translate it for me!"

Lu Xinyue remained indifferent, continuing to revise Mr. Ito's family tree.

This commotion had already seriously affected the other customers, and a female waitress in a kimono hurried over to mediate.

Ito Jiro, his head clouded with anger and egged on by alcohol, kept cursing nonstop and couldn't be held back by the waitress. It wasn't until his friend arrived that he was finally dragged away.

The waitress came back to Shen Yuan's table, crouching down, and said: "I'm terribly sorry, sir, for such an inconvenient experience. To avoid further disturbance, we've prepared a private dining room for you, shall we move there now?"