Mr. Dior - Chap 84
Ch84 – Marshal Zhang, who was decisive in killing, would have a day of hesitation
Translator:- Max
Editor:- Dobhsh
I promise the late update was not cause I was lazy but cause I had some login issues in CG and my wifi had some problem too yesterday.
Mr. Ōno, who was carrying a briefcase and going upstairs, had no idea that he was being targeted by a cruel warlord.
“Hello, I am Miyoko Ōno from JJTV. Please take care of me.” Mr. Ōno handed a business card to Jiao Qi and bowed, speaking in a Chinese dialect with a Japanese accent.
Jiao Qi took the business card with both hands and returned the gesture, saying, “Mr. Miyoko Ōno?” This name sounded like a female name, no matter how you listened to it.
“Ah, the fortune teller told my mother to give me a girl’s name for an easier life.” Mr. Ōno said with a slightly embarrassed smile.
“Japanese people also believe in this?” Yu Yuan shook his chubby face while pouring water for the guest. “When I was a child, my name was Yu Nannan. It was only after tremendous pressure during my school years that I managed to change it.”
Mr. Ōno didn’t understand Yu Yuan’s words as he spoke too fast, but he maintained a polite smile. Jiao Qi glared at him, signalling him to stop talking nonsense, and then turned to Mr. Ōno to discuss the collaboration at hand.
As the Marketing Director had mentioned, JJTV was indeed seeking long-term cooperation goals. The main requirement was a stable broadcasting platform, and if they found it suitable, they were willing to use the new drama as a trial by offering it for half-free and half-paid viewing options.
After chatting for over two hours, they had a delightful conversation. Mr. Ōno conducted business with great sincerity and suggested to Jiao Qi that it would be wise not to purchase too many dramas at once but to start with one as a trial. Their TV station had previous experience with imports and was knowledgeable in such matters.
“That’s right. For the unreleased dramas, you should definitely seek the right to return them. After all, different countries have different cultures, and what might be acceptable in Japan may face resistance and get taken down due to the audience in China. Therefore, we also offer a return service. If the drama gets taken down midway, we will charge based on the number of episodes already aired.”
It’s true that this condition was quite favourable. Usually, purchasing a drama involved buying the whole package directly, even for weekly dramas that were being produced and broadcast simultaneously. The buyers typically needed to provide a deposit for the entire drama.
Jiao Qi looked at him suspiciously. “With such favourable terms, other platforms should be eager to buy, right?” Mr. Ōno had been negotiating for several days, and if these conditions were the same for everyone, it wouldn’t take this long to finalise the deal.
“I didn’t offer the same conditions to other companies.” Mr. Ōno said with a calm smile, “To be honest, I am a fan of the Demon King.”
Fan? Jiao Qi was very surprised. His smart brain popped up automatically and brought up the reward record of the Demon King’s live broadcast room, and there really was a person named “Ōno Miyoko” on the list.
“….. Today, I’ll give the Demon King a chicken leg.”
“Ah, he’s indeed a very talented anchor. If there’s an opportunity, I hope we can invite him to our TV station for a program.” Mr. Ōno said happily. He asked Jiao Qi to make sure to mention the origin of the chicken leg to the Demon King.
“Definitely.”
Jiao Qi personally sent Mr. Ōno downstairs, shook hands again, and watched the car leave before turning back. Pushing open the office door, Jiao Qi was startled to see the situation inside the office.
Zhang Chenfei, who was supposed to be working at Shi Fei, suddenly appeared. He was sitting confidently on his president’s seat with a lighted cigar in his mouth, looking over with deep eyes.
Qiangzi stood beside him silently, playing with a flip-top lighter in his hand.
“President Zhang! When did you come up?” Yu Yuan, who went downstairs with Jiao Qi, was very surprised and hurriedly turned on the air conditioner for ventilation, lest his president get angry if the smell of cigarettes was too strong.
“Laozi can come whenever he likes.” Zhang Chenfei took a puff of his cigar and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. He waved his hands to signal Qiangzi and Yu Yuan. “Go out.”
“Ah?” Before he could figure out the situation, Xiao Pang was dragged out by Qiangzi.
“Let’s not meddle in the matter of the couple.” Qiangzi wanted to grab his collar to look handsome and drag him away. However, Yu Nannan was too heavy to drag, so he could only hold his hands in a motherly manner.
The office door was locked with a ‘Click’, leaving only the two husbands inside the room.
“Put out the cigarette.” Jiao Qi walked over with a frown.
“Heh!” Zhang Chenfei reached out his hand with a sneer, dragged down the little wife who was walking towards him, and imprisoned him in his arms. Not only did he have no intention of repenting, but he even sucked in a big mouthful and sprayed it on that fair and handsome face.
“Ke ke…” Jiao Qi coughed from choking, and before he could raise his hand to hit someone, he inhaled another big puff of cigarettes with his blocked lips.
Seeing his little wife suffer, a tearing pain began to spread in Marshal Zhang’s heart.
“Big Dick Zhang!” His eyes turned red, and Jiao Qi’s anger began to surge. “Why are you acting so insane?!”
“Why am I going crazy? I heard everything you said to that Japanese person just now.” Zhang Chenfei said through gritted teeth, having helplessly watched as the Young Master Jiao laughed and talked with that Japanese. His heart was bleeding the whole time.
“Ah?” Jiao Qi was puzzled, and after a moment of daze, he finally realised. “It’s just normal business.”
“Normal business? Heh, normal business. Does it involve my generals too? Wang Mo is also one of your people, right?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You are Japan’s undercover agent!” Betrayed by his beloved, deceived by his trusted subordinates, and hated by the country and the family, the patriotic warlord Big Dick Zhang couldn’t breathe for a moment.
Undercover agent…
“Nonsense.” Jiao Qi pushed him wordlessly. What is all this?
“Not admitting it? Don’t force me to use…” The word “torture” couldn’t be said, and when he thought of hurting that slender and beautiful body, he swallowed his words back subconsciously. Zhang Chenfei groaned for a while; his fierce gaze met those unapologetic eyes, and he hesitated again.
Until concrete evidence was obtained, there was still a glimmer of hope. He was reluctant to treat his little, delicate wife, who had just entered the country, as a spy, even though he had witnessed his interactions with that Japanese person.
Marshal Zhang, who was decisive while killing, would have a day of hesitation. He laughed self-mockingly, threw away the cigarette in his mouth, and finally understood the phrase, “Heroes are vulnerable to the charm of beauty.”
“I’ll give you a chance to prove your innocence.”
“En?”
“From now on, you are not allowed to contact that Japanese person anymore. I will inspect your communication devices and correspondence.” After saying that, the warlord gave Jiao Qi a “Behave” look and walked away without looking back.
That night, when they returned home, the suspicious Marshal Zhang refused to talk to Jiao Qi, fearing that his secrets might be stolen. After dinner, he immediately turned on his smart brain, but he had no idea what he was doing.
Anyway, Louis XIV was in child mode and couldn’t have any problems, so Jiao Qi didn’t bother with him. He went straight to his study to handle emails. During the day, his work got delayed due to meetings with clients, so there were some emails he hadn’t had a chance to reply to.
Mr. Ōno, who had reached a collaboration agreement, returned to Japan on the same day. He sent an email to Jiao Qi, informing him of his safe arrival and attaching a draft of the collaboration plan.
Jiao Qi roughly looked it over, and then he forwarded the email to the legal department.
“What are you doing?” Zhang Chenfei appeared behind Jiao Qi, his face turning frosty and cold.
“En?” Jiao Qi turned his head, only to have Big Dick Zhang grab his wrists.
“What did I tell you during the day?!” Zhang Chenfei pointed to the string of Katakana suffixes at the end of the email, his eyes red with anger. He had been deceiving himself over and over again, only to be slapped hard in the face in the end. Sending confidential information to that Japanese person—what else was there to say?
“Hey! Big Dick Zhang, let go of me!” Jiao Qi was dragged by him, staggering back to the bedroom, and landing heavily on the bed.
‘Click’
Before he could react, his wrists were handcuffed to the bed frame with two soft handcuffs.
The white retro-iron bed was very convenient.
Jiao Qi looked up and saw that the pink handcuffs were lined with foam rubber, and they were obviously from the “Spicy Dick” place.
A big, powerful hand reached over, pinching his chin and forcing him to turn his head.
“Laozi doesn’t want to do anything to you. Tell me about your plan with that Japanese…” Zhang Chenfei struggled to restrain his anger, clenching his fists tightly, and with gritted teeth, he slowed down his tone. “Tell me, and I won’t hurt you.”
“Planning your sister! I just bought the copyright to a weekly drama series. What’s it got to do with your warlord battles?” Jiao Qi rolled his eyes, shook off the hand that held his chin, and tried to unlock the handcuffs himself.
“Is the copyright of weekly dramas a secret code?” Marshal Zhang captured this keyword.
“Get out!” Unable to communicate, Jiao Qi tried to kick him. “Untie this thing.”
“I know people like you are well-trained, so Laozi won’t ask any more.” The bandit warlord, with little interrogation experience, chose to give up and looked at his little wife with pain in his eyes. “I just want to ask you one thing. When we first met, did you seduce me on purpose?”
“When was our first meeting?” Jiao Qi was at a loss to answer the question. The first time he met Zhang Chenfei was during their blind date at a French restaurant, but the first time Zhang Chenfei saw him was during high school.
“Still pretending, smiling so seductively; it must be on purpose. Otherwise, how could I be fascinated by you at first glance? Hehehe, in order to obtain information, Young Master Jiao really went all out, even willing to sell his body!” The tenderness of these days turned out to be a deception. How much he loved him then was how much he hated him now.
“…” There was really no way to answer this line. Jiao Qi looked at his bitter and hateful self with a blank expression, thinking about whether he should comfort him or not.
“Fine, since you’re longing for a man so much, I’ll let you have your fill today.” Pulling off the tie around his neck, he covered those beautiful eyes with trembling fingertips. As long as he didn’t look into those eyes, he wouldn’t be soft-hearted.
“Hey, what are you doing again?” Jiao Qi twisted his head to avoid being tied up, but he couldn’t resist, and eventually he fell into darkness.
“Hehe, what’s the matter? Let the brothers take turns with you!”
“!!!” Only rustling sounds remained in his ears, and Jiao Qi swallowed nervously.
“Remember, I’m the first man, Big Dick Zhang. Remember this feeling well because once you’ve been used and dirtied, Laozi won’t touch you again.”
“Hey! Mmm…”
After a round of punishment, Jiao Qi panted and listened to the sounds around him. It seemed that someone had left. Before long, footsteps approached again.
“Who?”
“Heh heh heh, I’m Zhang Er Diao!”
A little while later.
“I’m Zhang San Diao!”
“Enough of this!”
The author has something to say:
Oh, I haven’t eaten yet; I’m starving to death!
No second update today. Betrayed by beloved food, Great Handsome Bird is heartbroken and has no intention of a second update.
