Chapter 849: Chapter 828: Paving the Way for Sakurada Miyuki “So, you’re really likely to become the First Rich?” Little Wang’s eyes sparkled with excitement. When Old Wang became the First Rich, he wasn’t this thrilled. After all, Old Wang becoming the First Rich had nothing to do with him. Even though Lu Liang becoming the First Rich also had nothing to do with him, they’ve known each other for years. Back then, he was the son of the First Rich, a National husband, while Lu Liang was a divorced man entering the market with no reputation. If Lu Liang becomes the First Rich, Little Wang can totally say in the future that he had the foresight and recognized Lu Liang’s extraordinary nature at a glance. Lu Liang sneered, seeing through Little Wang’s devious thoughts, put away the backup contract, and showed a disdainful expression: “The funds must arrive within three working days. You take care of the tax point yourself. Anything else?” Little Wang looked unhappy: “Are you really that busy? Haven’t seen each other for so long, will it kill you to chat a bit more?” “Come with me to Tokyo, I’ll chat with you enough on the way.” “To attend Anshan’s recovery dinner.” Little Wang was stunned, silently put away the contract, bowed and said: “Sorry to bother you, goodbye!” Obviously, Lu Liang was showing off again, but he couldn’t refute it or take any counteraction. Staying longer would only make him feel more frustrated, leaving was the best choice to avoid giving him a chance to show off. Watching Little Wang run off, Lu Liang couldn’t help but chuckle, then looked down at the still-broadcasting Hu Run. He pondered for a moment and called Yang Zhenyuan: “Old Yang, Hu Run’s live stream should be in violation, right?” Yang Zhenyuan was stunned, quickly said: “Yes, I’ll have someone handle it immediately.” “Douyin is growing bigger, we need to pay more attention to the direction of public opinion in the future.” After speaking, Lu Liang walked out of the office, beckoned Sun Zheyuan to prepare the car, and then headed for Xiangjiang Airport. If Hu Run’s analysis is well-reasoned, Lu Liang doesn’t mind people knowing the extent of his wealth. The key issue is that this guy not only rides the wave of popularity but also pretends to be mysterious, pulling out the if-you-know-you-know shtick. This is something Lu Liang cannot tolerate. Cutting off Hu Run’s communication channel on Douyin was a small lesson for him. At five in the afternoon, Lu Liang’s private jet landed at Tokyo Haneda Airport. Leaving the airport, he went to a hotel in Tokyo and met Sakurada Miyuki, who had already changed her clothes, in the room. She wore a coffee-colored gown, the velvet fabric glowed softly under the light, making her look radiant and dazzling. Light-colored clothes usually make the wearer appear young and playful, but the tailoring of this dress was just right, outlining a slender waist with a shallow V-neck design adding a touch of maturity and sexiness. “Sir, don’t I look good?” The stiletto heels tapped the floor frequently, creating a crisp tapping sound. Sakurada Miyuki smiled, lifted her dress and spun in a circle in front of Lu Liang. “Our Miyuki is definitely the most beautiful, but I feel something’s still missing.” Lu Liang smiled, wanting to fondly pat her little head as before, but his hand remained suspended in the air. To attend tonight’s dinner, she put a lot of thought into her styling — makeup, clothing, hairstyle, all meticulously chosen and refined. The usual long straight black hair was given a bit of volume, the curls making it appear more three-dimensional. Lu Liang couldn’t bear to ruin this beauty. “Something’s still missing?” Sakurada Miyuki smiled mischievously, suddenly jumped in place, trying to bump Lu Liang’s hand with her head. Then feigned a sigh, “Oh no, my hairstyle is messed up again, I’ll have to redo it later.” She looked up at Lu Liang, her eyes pleading, like a kitten waiting to be petted. Lu Liang couldn’t help but laugh, patted her little head, and suddenly noticed the bare, slender neck. A flash of inspiration hit: “You’re still missing a necklace right now.” A necklace when a woman wears a gown is like a watch when a man wears a suit. Sakurada Miyuki already possessed all the elements of beauty, but lacked a sense of elegance. A good necklace should make up for what’s lacking in this aspect. Lu Liang quickly changed into a suit, took Sakurada Miyuki by the hand, and headed for the nearby mall, saying as they walked: “There’s still time, let’s go have a look and see if there’s a suitable necklace.” “Sir, I’m just your little girlfriend, why would I need to be elegant?” Sakurada Miyuki asked, puzzled. Lu Liang was momentarily speechless, sighed helplessly and said: “Ota invited Anshan to host a recovery dinner for him, why do you think I came over?” “Isn’t it because you accepted the invitation?” “Silly, I came for you.” Lu Liang said in an exasperated tone. He didn’t initially want to come, nor did he want to join the fun, but then he thought of Sakurada Miyuki. Soon, she’ll be finishing her grassroots training and begin representing the company in managing some projects. Even though he could say that Sakurada Miyuki is his little girlfriend, Lu Liang has so many girlfriends; others wouldn’t know the importance of Sakurada Miyuki in his heart. Just so, Ota Ling was preparing a recovery dinner for Anshan, and it’s expected that Tokyo’s elite circles would attend. In such a setting, Lu Liang’s attendance with Sakurada Miyuki would sufficiently indicate her importance to him, making her future dealings easier. Because anyone with an IQ over 80 would realize that Lu Liang bringing her along is paving the way for her. “Sodas nee~” Sakurada Miyuki’s eyes sparkled brightly. She understood the reasoning and remembered the most important point. Lu Liang is taking her to the dinner for her sake and to let others know her significance to him. A pinkish tongue peeked out between her red lips and teeth; she grinned naively, “Sir, I feel so happy~” Just then, a roasted chestnut suddenly dropped down, Sakurada Miyuki widened her eyes, covering her forehead, cried out in pain. Lu Liang coolly said: “Don’t smile so brainlessly.” Sakurada Miyuki responded, feeling aggrieved, following Lu Liang to the fifth floor of Ginza Mall. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝓷𝓮𝓽 Hermès, Gucci, Chanel, LV, As far as the eye can see, luxury goods everywhere. Lu Liang is quite well-known in Neon, boasting a fan club of three million people. As soon as they appeared on the fifth floor of Ginza Mall, a woman resembling a manager received the news and approached briskly. She reached Lu Liang, face full of smiles, and said: “Are you Mr. Lu Liang? I am the customer manager of Ginza Mall. Is there anything I can help you with?” Lu Liang nodded slightly, found a reception room in a luxury store, and then said: “Hello, it’s perfect timing, I need a favor from you. Can you select the ten most expensive necklaces here for me?” When it comes to buying things, he always follows a principle: there may be cheap good things, but good things are definitely not cheap. By picking from the top ten most expensive, if dissatisfied, then ten more — there will surely be something satisfying. “Alright, please wait a moment.” The female manager bowed and nodded, with a flattering smile on her face. Putting all brand necklaces together for comparison is generally not allowed in principle, but the principle was sitting right before her. Ten or so minutes later, the female manager gathered six brand store managers, each bringing the most expensive necklaces their store currently had. “Is there any that you particularly like?” Lu Liang turned his head to look at Sakurada Miyuki, picked up one necklace after another, comparing them on her neck. “It seems the third and fourth ones are pretty good.” Sakurada Miyuki blushed, whispered. She still wasn’t accustomed to being watched by so many, as in the reception room now, aside from the six brand store managers, there were also the mall manager and some related service staff. At this moment, a dozen pairs of eyes were focused on her, each revealing envy and longing. “Almost forgot, you like blue.” Lu Liang was speechless as he recalled Sakurada Miyuki’s bedroom: ocean-themed, full of blue chubby toys. He pointed to the table at the three white gold necklaces inlaid with sapphires, and turned to the manager: “Let’s take these three.” Then Lu Liang picked up the three necklaces along with their boxes: “Swipe the card, let’s go, time is running out.” “Alright, I’ll prepare the invoice.” The female manager and two female store managers’ faces lit up with bright smiles. Two are Gucci, one is Chanel, along with the purchase tax, total price 115 million yen. Even with the current exchange rate of 140 yen to a US Dollar, that’s nearly 800,000 US Dollars.