Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 530 Superman Glasses
  Fujiwara adjusted the steering wheel gently, and the wheels slid across the gravel road, making a slight sound. The destination was near, and he parked the car in an inconspicuous alley near the entrance of Dejima Design Office. He turned his head, looked at Mingmei sitting in the passenger seat, and smiled slightly.

"The rest is up to you, Miss Akemi."

"Fujiwara-kun, do you really think wearing eyeglasses is enough?" Minmei's voice was full of doubts.

She looked through the car window, watching the crowds of people passing by the office entrance, and then looked at herself in the makeup mirror.

She hugged her shoulders tightly with her hands, as if this could give herself some comfort. There was a bright light in her eyes, as if no matter how she looked at it, Fujiwara Hoshikai's remarks just now were like an adult coaxing a child, which she couldn't accept.

"No problem, Mingmei, don't worry. Before this, I have seen cases where childhood sweethearts were successfully disguised because of their eyes..." Fujiwara raised his hand and touched his glasses, as if to show it to Mingmei. .

"Childhood sweetheart?" Mingmei frowned and asked doubtfully, "Is Fujiwara-kun telling the truth?" There was some surprise and confusion in her voice.

Mingmei didn't know Mao Lilan and Kudou Shinichi, so she naturally didn't know about this matter, so Fujiwara didn't intend to go into details. He just stretched out his hand, pointed to the office in front of him, and said: "For example, Mingmei, have you watched Superman, which was released last year?" Rise? The protagonist Clark is from Krypton. While fighting criminals, he does not deliberately disguise his appearance. He is usually active in various situations as a reporter, but no one will ever think of him as a reporter. He is associated with Superman."

"Why?" Mingmei's voice raised a notch, and her eyes became more focused. She hoped to find some clues from Fujiwara's answer.

However, Fujiwara did not answer her question. He just picked up a big-name bag from the back seat and handed it to Mingmei. He said in a calm tone: "Take this first and treat it as a client here to discuss matters."

His eyes became serious, as if to remind Mingmei that not only were Miyano Hiroshi's childhood playmates here, but there might also be people from the black organization watching nearby. They cannot be sure whether President Dejima has an affair with the organization, nor can they rule out that the other party is not from the organization, so they cannot completely trust the other party.

Minmei took the bag and held it tightly in front of her chest. Her eyes fell on her glasses and she began to think about their meaning. At the same time, she also began to wait for the crowd at the door of the office to dissipate.

Mingmei didn't get out of the car until the crowds of people diminished. She walked into the door of the office, exchanged a brief look with Fujiwara, and then walked in without hesitation.

Everyone in the office went out for a party today, except for President Dejima himself in the office.

After all, at his age, there were times when he wanted to be alone, just drink and drink tea. In addition, he hadn't received any big jobs recently, so he was actually a little anxious and wanted to calm down.

As soon as he took a bite of the double cheeseburger he had just taken out of the packaging bag, Minmei pushed open the door and entered.

The four eyes looked at each other full of surprise.

"Excuse me, are you open for business as usual?" Mingmei asked deliberately in a confused tone, trying to cover up her nervousness in this way.

President Dejima raised his head and stared at Akemi with a pair of doubtful eyes. There was a little surprise in his eyes, but he did not answer Mingmei's question immediately. Instead, he put down the burger in his hand, wiped his hands with a napkin, and then said slowly: "Do you have a reservation?"

If he remembered correctly, a few customers had said they would come to visit recently, but the specific time had not been specified yet, and other people were out partying, so he was the only one left here.

"No, I just passed by here and wanted to know your design concept. Is it convenient for you to take a look?" Mingmei inadvertently mentioned the brand-name bag in her hand, trying to use this as an introduction to the topic.

President Dejima saw a flash of interest in the Fusha-painted bag in Akemi's hand. Just now he almost missed a potential customer when he saw the woman dressed plainly. He nodded, then stood up, smiled at Mingmei, and said, "Since you are interested in our affairs, let me give you a brief introduction."

As he spoke, he walked to the desk, picked up a design drawing, and then began to explain their design concept and main business to Mingmei. His voice is calm, his speaking speed is moderate, and every word is pronounced very clearly, making it very comfortable to hear.

Akemi listened carefully on the side. She looked at President Dejima and couldn't help but be surprised by the magic of the glasses. She couldn't believe that President Dejima didn't recognize her, but chatted with her like a normal customer.

"I've been thinking recently about designing a Western-style courtyard for my new house. I wonder if the president has any unique suggestions?" Mingmei tried to lead the topic to her purpose. She clutched her purse tightly, and her palms sprouted. beads of sweat.

President Dejima's eyes brightened slightly when he heard this, and he took down a thick album from the shelf. He said while flipping through: "Western courtyard, well, I think we can try the French courtyard design."

As he spoke, he turned to a design drawing of a French courtyard. "You see, the French courtyard pays attention to symmetry and order. In addition, decorative flower beds and sculptures are also its characteristics. However, everyone's preferences are different. This is just a guide. A reference.”

Mingmei listened to his explanation, nodded secretly in her heart, and said cooperatively, "Well, I will consider it carefully."

She looked at President Dejima's focused eyes and serious attitude, and secretly sighed at the magical effect of glasses. Without her glasses, she might have been recognized by President Dejima.

(Fujiwara-kun is right, he really can’t recognize it)
  Their conversation went very smoothly. President Dejima gave a lot of practical advice, while Akemi listened and occasionally inserted a few words to keep the conversation from being too boring.

However, as time passed, Akemi began to feel a little uneasy. She raised her hand and glanced at her watch, realizing that a long time had passed and she needed a reason to leave. So, she picked up the bag in her hand and said in an awkward tone: "Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom."

President Dejima nodded and motioned for her to go. Looking at Mingmei's back walking towards the bathroom, he had some doubts in his eyes, but he didn't think much about it. He just continued to pick up the design drawings in his hands and immersed himself in his work.

After a while, Akemi came out of the bathroom. She walked up to President Dejima, bowed slightly, and said softly, "Today's conversation was really enjoyable. But after all, I should probably discuss it with my husband when designing my own garden. I’ll visit you another day…”

After saying that, she smiled slightly, her eyes full of expectation, as if she was looking forward to the next encounter.

President Dejima looked at Akemi's elegant behavior with an appreciative smile on his face. He took out his business card, handed it to Mingmei and said, "Okay, let's exchange business cards?"

However, Mingmei showed an awkward smile. She rummaged through her bag pretending to be confused, and then said with regret, "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten to bring my business card."

Seeing this, President Dejima smiled softly and said, "It's okay, just take my business card and let me know when you've finished discussing it, okay?"

"Okay, thank you Mr. Dejima." Akemi took President Dejima's business card and smiled, her smile full of humility and expectation.

"It's me who thanks you..." President Dejima looked at Mingmei's leaving figure with some regret in his heart, "I hope we can negotiate a deal this month."

(End of this chapter)