Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

The top floor of the grand hotel.

The spacious, single-level apartment was used by the Viper Gang to host this party.

Before entering, you need to verify your identity and confirm whether you are on the invitation list.

"Please proceed, next one."

The gatekeeper respectfully escorted a woman wearing a snow-white half-face mask into the gate.

The other person had a gleaming gold nameplate on their chest: "Alina Pendleton".

The Pendleton family princess, just looking at her chin is enough to make people's imaginations run wild - what kind of stunningly beautiful face does this petite princess have?

Jiang Ling stood silently at the corner of the corridor, the layout diagram of the large hotel she had seen before appearing in her mind.

He walked to a wall and, after confirming that there were no surveillance cameras or people around, he...

【Zawarudo——】

He blurred through the wall and entered a toilet stall inside the venue.

"Phew~ No wonder it's a toilet for rich people, it smells fucking good..."

Jiang Ling sniffed, but couldn't smell a trace of the ammonia odor unique to toilets.

Really, not at all! It smells wonderful, like the fragrance of old Qian, an elegant fragrance, like the fragrance of Wang Wei…

He happened to need to pee, so he decided to try out the high-end toilet and even washed his hands with sparkling water...

No wonder Li Meiyu complains about this and that every day.

Suddenly, Jiang Ling heard footsteps outside and quickly hid in the cubicle next to her.

"Mr. Brando, this is the maximum concession we can make."

"I... I understand, I need to go to the bathroom... I need to think about it first," a strange, duck-like voice came from afar.

"I'll be waiting for you outside..." Two voices came from outside the restroom, and a person opened the door and walked in.

Footsteps slowly approached the cubicle where Jiang Ling was.

He paused for a moment, then chose the innermost stall on the left to use the restroom.

"Brando? He also has the surname Brando?"

Jiang Ling touched his chin, vaguely remembering that there seemed to be such a person among the participants. Finding it interesting, he silently uttered – "Zawarudo!"

The camera zoomed out and revealed a masked man with a stone ghost face releasing water.

"Holy crap? They look so alike?" Jiang Ling couldn't help but be surprised.

The man in front of him was a muscular blond man (slightly weaker than him), wearing a stone mask, 190cm tall, and wearing a similar but more expensive "Dior Brando" brand name tag on his chest.

To put it simply, an ordinary person might mistake them for twins who have stepped out of a mirror at first glance.

Jiang Ling casually removed his mask and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the other party was a blond, blue-eyed old Englishman of the American flag, quite different from his Chinese appearance, and mainly not as handsome as him.

"How about...?" Jiang Ling came up with a good idea.

He originally planned to go out during the middle of the banquet.

However, the appearance of this old Union Jack gave him another option.

"Eurah—"

Without any mercy, a punch landed on DIO's neck, knocking the old Union Jack unconscious.

[Hidden Information]

[1. Dio Brando is the adopted son (fake) of the Joe family. He is kind to others but is constantly targeted by the real son, Jonathan. In order to prove himself and save the family business, he comes here to discuss cooperation with the Toyo Pharmaceutical Company.]

2. Dio Brando is naturally kind and loves animals; he has always been an outstanding member of the English Cat and Dog Protection Society.

3. The kind-hearted Dio Brando loves French bread and is generally friendly, which makes everyone dare to step on his feet.

Cover his mouth with a mop, tie his hands and feet with shoelaces, and throw him into the locked tool room at the very back.

Jiang Ling also took a red bow tie from his body.

Look left and look right.

It was confirmed that the voice he just made was produced by eliminating his personal voiceprint characteristics through this device.

After all, it was a ball of the Viper Gang; caution was always the best policy.

Dio Brando was quite vigilant, but unfortunately, he ran into Dio Brando.

Jiang Ling put on a red bow tie.

"The cunning frog keeps touching your belly—" Jiang Ling whispered, testing the sound, and it was perfect.

"Um—Mr. Brando, are you ready?"

The section chief of Toyo Pharmaceuticals was puzzled. "Does having kidney stones really take that long to pass stool?"

I had heard that the Qiao family had a history of kidney disease.

Could it be that living with an adopted son for so long has also caused him to develop kidney disease and incomplete urination?

Jiang Ling came out and stared at him for a moment.

[Secret Information]

[1. Name: Dr. Fuku, Occupation: Section Chief, Toyo Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.]

2. He had an affair with the minister's wife and had a son with her; the child's nickname is Fujiji.

3. His greatest fear is having his affair exposed, and he's willing to give up all his money for it.

Jiang Ling: 666

As expected of a true Japanese from the West, the ancestral precept of overthrowing superiors is always etched into his bones.

"Mr. Brando, with all due respect, this is the best deal I can get for you. Please sign here."

As he spoke, Dr. Fu respectfully handed over the proposal, but a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

The phrase "knowing small etiquette but lacking greater principles" has become a concrete manifestation of this.

Jiang Ling flipped through two pages at random, and then everything went black.

It's all densely packed with katakana, who can understand it?!

Sigh, West Japan's companies, which haven't undergone social reform, are truly full of rottenness.

However, the initial investment and the final profit sharing were clearly written in both Chinese and English.

Investments: Brando (75%), Toyo Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. (24%), Japan-US Joint Insurance (1%)

Shares divided: Brando (13.4%), Toyo Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. (80%), and Mi-Nippon United Insurance (6.6%)

666, the risk-reward ratio is so high, even the old mit wouldn't dare sign!

Jiang Ling was speechless.

However, he now plays the role of Dio, the adopted son who is desperate to save his family.

Turning around and leaving would easily arouse suspicion from Toyo Pharmaceutical and the organizers.

Besides, the ball has just started, and he's just idling around anyway—he might as well use this to conceal his identity and extort some benefits from Toyo Pharmaceutical.

For example, I'd like to order small yellow croaker.

After all, the gold sold last time has been almost entirely spent.

As the legendary investor Trump once said, "The art of negotiation lies in applying maximum pressure and catching the opponent off guard!"

Jiang Ling smiled slightly: "Seeing this profit sharing, I want to give you four words."

Dr. Fu asked, puzzled, "What character?"

"Mr. Fu, I'll fucking swear to you! You're so fat, did they pinch your forehead like Arnold's when you were born?"

"A 90% split... I'd send you, Feng, to buy a fortune at 91% and you'd still get a higher split than 91%!"

God said, "To make someone mad, first make them angry." People are least vigilant when their emotions are running high.

Dr. Fu was taken aback, his face darkening. "Mr. Brando...you!"

"Fujiji," Jiang Ling whispered in his ear.

In an instant, Dr. Fu felt a chill run from head to toe.

Dr. Fu: ...

"You...you...Sir...Your Excellency, there's a problem with this proposal...I need to revise it. Please come with me..." Dr. Fu wiped the sweat from his forehead and led Jiang Ling back to the meeting room in the corner of the ballroom.

"How about a 70/30 split? We, the Japanese, get 30%, and you get 70%."

Jiang Ling, legs crossed, remained unmoved and yawned.

"Your company... isn't showing enough sincerity. Does revenue sharing even matter?"

"Sincerity?" Upon hearing this, Dr. Fu breathed a sigh of relief and quietly pulled out a hard drive: "Then... is this enough sincerity? Thirty..."

The black hard drive was completely encased, with two data cables dangling out like exposed birds.

Jiang Ling: ……

Are you not a buddy? If you're not going to give me a box of money or gold, then forget it.

What does it mean to give me a hard drive?

Thirty? Thirty what? Yua Mikami's films?

"Thirty BiP coins, now worth $136 million." Dr. Fu looked pained, revealing his secret stash of money.

However, if he doesn't expose his secret stash of money now, the leak will expose him instead.

"..."

Jiang Ling silently put it in her pocket and nodded: "I'll keep this a secret, Ghana~"

He put his hands in his pockets and left coldly and ruthlessly.

Dr. Fu looked at the man's retreating figure, wiping away his sweat with lingering fear.

Mr. Brando, feigning weakness before launching a fierce attack... truly a master of playing dumb to outmaneuver others.

Who said he was weak and easily bullied?

Lord Brando is tall and strong!

With things having come to this, Dr. Fu dared not stay at the ball any longer and slunk away, registering and leaving in disgrace.

Jiang Ling returned to the banquet hall.

Just then, the banquet began—the curtain on the stage slowly rose.

A man in a suit wearing an eagle-horn mask walked out ramrod straight and calmly, stood in front of the microphone, tested his voice, and said in a gentle tone:

"I am Takatsukasa Ichigen. I am deeply grateful to all of you for gracing this business gala hosted by the Black Serpent Group."

"Now, I declare—this party officially begins!"

"To add to the festivities, the first event is a special charity auction hosted by our 'Black Snake Group.'"

"All proceeds from this auction will go to the 'Black Snake Children's Lunch Fund' to help purchase lunches for children in remote and underdeveloped areas."

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