Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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He is not a popular sumo, and he usually does not get much salary. Otherwise, he would not come to Japan from a strange country for such a small amount of welfare.

Seeing Sumo's appearance, Yang Zimei knew that his heart was moving, took out the check directly, and shook it in front of his eyes, "Give you three seconds to consider! Either take the check, or take this!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

Seeing that sumo was still hesitant, Yang Zimei also collected the check and handed the five-pointed star to Fujiki. "Since you can't buy the money, it will be returned to you! We will never owe it again in the future."

"I sell!"

The sumo screamed, "Five million!"

Yang Zimei smiled, and Hei Tong showed a touch of slyness. "Sell it now, up to a million dollars, who made you hesitate just now? One million, do you want? Give you three seconds to consider. Otherwise, the next price It's half a million! "

"3"

"2"

"I sell!"

The sumo screamed in pain.

Seeing that five million had just been missed in front of him, he was regretful.

Fujiki looked at him in surprise, but did not speak.

Yang Zi laughed with an eyebrow, "Deal!"

She wrote another one million check and handed it to Fujiki, "I bought this thing, and since then, we are no longer in arrears, and you don't say I rob you of anything."

"Thank you Miss Yang."

Tolerant of his discomfort, Fujiki took the check and handed it to the sumo, his gloomy eyes glaring at him fiercely.

Sumo took the check, and his face was full of joy, remorse, and a complex expression of panic.

"Mr. Fujiki, we have completed the transaction. Just after a million years, I am not in a good mood. I will not invite you to drink tea. Please go back."

After that, she turned into the house.

"Miss Yang--"

Fujiki chased after him, "Please don't leave, I still have something."

"Eh? What's the matter?" Yang Zimei said casually, "I think I really think there is nothing to talk to you again."

"Our Emperor wants to see you!"

Fujiki called from behind.

Yang Zi frowned, looking back at him, "Why?"

"Miss Yang has amazing talents. Our Emperor heard that and was very interested in you. I want to invite you to our Great Japan for a guest meeting. I wonder if Miss Yang is free?"

When Fujiki said this, he carried a hint of pride.

He felt that he would be flattered to be invited by His Majesty the Emperor.

Who knows, Yang Zimei still didn't want to think about it, and refused directly, "No time."

Fujiki froze, suspecting that Yang Zimei didn't hear clearly, so he said loudly, "Miss Yang, it is our Majesty the Emperor, who invited you to come to Japan as a guest. In this world, not many people have this honor."

"Then you thank him on my behalf, I don't think it's necessary to see your emperor." Yang Zimei said still.

"Do you know what honorable position the Emperor has in our minds?" Fujiki began to doubt Yang Zimei's IQ. "Even if your head of state wants to meet him, it will be difficult."

"That's none of my business. He's noble in your eyes, but in my eyes, it's just one person."

Yang Zimei chuckled.

It is probably because she watched too many war movies in the last life. For the existence of the role of the emperor, she really did not have any good feelings.

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