As soon as Wu Sanwei and the others approached the suspected gate, the soldiers guarding them surrounded them.

A little man who looked like a captain pulled out a samurai sword from behind, waved it twice, "Shua...shua..." and pointed the tip of the sword at the three of them.

"Hai...what are you doing, guys?"

He had a small tuft of beard on his lips, a large-brimmed hat on his head, and a yellow coat with a large tear.

Playing Bushido...does this guy have a funny brain?

The three of them looked at each other.

Wu Sanwei's face was gloomy.

Fang Tian clenched his fists.

Matsuda Sakuraiko noticed that the two men were in an abnormal mood, and quickly stepped forward and explained in Kyoto mixed with camp slang: "These two are my relatives outside the camp. They have a way to get food, and they came here specially to meet Mr. Matsunagahide.

Let’s talk about a deal.”

"Talk about a deal? Is President Matsunaga Hide someone you can meet casually? Don't show any sincerity." The little man narrowed his eyes into a straight line, his greedy eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

This early in the morning, there was some progress, not bad... not bad...

Fang Tian's hands silently stretched to his waist, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Fangtian, be patient!"

Wu Sanwei quickly stopped him.

The little captain who plays Bushido does deserve to die, but not now.

Fang Tian was startled when he heard this, suppressed the anger in his heart, and glared at the little man fiercely.

"Sorry, we only brought samples this time. We will make up for it next time..." Matsuda Sakuraiko explained with a smile.

Having lived in a refugee camp for more than ten years, she is well aware of the rules of survival here, which is to keep your wealth private.

If a person picks up a piece of bread, the best thing to do is to swallow it immediately instead of holding it in his hand.

Because maybe the next moment, a stick will come from behind, knock you to the ground, and then snatch your bread away.

Of course, in places where big forces like the Sumitomo Club are stationed, with the constraints of the forces, the situation may be better.

But it was only a little better. Matsuda Sakuraiko believed that if she took out the high-energy food, the little captain would shoot and snatch it away without hesitation.

"No? Then you go back. The president is in a bad mood today and has no guests." The little captain was a little annoyed.

Are you too lazy to find a reason?

Matsuda Sakuraiko smiled and said: "Captain, don't be angry. I originally brought extra food, but it was robbed by refugees on the road."

She paused and pretended to be embarrassed: "Well, I'll divide the sample into two parts and give you half."

With that said, she didn't wait for the little captain to answer, and directly took out a palm-sized piece of high-energy food from her backpack.

"Compressed food..." The originally angry little captain froze, swallowed, and his Adam's apple trembled.

"Captain, it looks like it's really compressed food." The three or four soldiers nearby didn't bother to stand guard and came over.

"Oh my god, I can already smell that unique fragrance."

"Ishita-kun, how long has it been since we saw this delicious food?"

"It seems to have been almost a year. The last time was when the president celebrated his birthday, and he was rewarded with a piece as big as his little finger."

"It's just...it's just...it took me a whole week to finish it, and I will never forget the taste."

...

Seeing the subordinates surrounding him, the little captain also realized his carelessness.

If I had known that the food they were carrying was compressed food, I should have stopped them secretly.

But it's too late. If they steal the compressed food now, these guys will probably be happy to find a new captain.

"Okay, you all stand back and I'll do the distribution!"

The little captain wielded numerous knives and drove away his subordinates aggressively.

Although you can't swallow it all, most of it can't escape.

"Captain, this is our tribute to you and our brothers." With everyone looking expectantly, Matsuda Sakuraiko divided the high-energy food into two halves and handed it over.

"Once we reach an agreement with the Sumitomo Club, there will be many opportunities for us to meet each other in the future. I will definitely prepare a meeting gift early next time."

The little captain took the food, kept most of it for himself, and then gave the rest to the soldiers who were already waiting.

Although the soldiers were not satisfied, they were still overjoyed after receiving the food.

Some swallow it directly into the mouth.

Some licked it, showing an intoxicated look, and then carefully put it into their pockets.

The little captain chewed heavily and opened the railing: "Okay... okay... I will take you to see the president."

On the way, he did not forget to remind the three of them that today is the death anniversary of President Matsuzhisa Nagahide's youngest son, so they must be careful when speaking.

"That's... that's..." Matsuda Sakuraiko agreed with a smile.

Wu Sanwei couldn't help but glance at Matsuda Yingzi. This girl just acted neither humble nor timid, which was rare.

As for the little captain's advice, Wu Sanwei didn't take it to heart, because this was exactly the reason why they chose to visit today.

"Ahead is the Sumitomo Conference Hall, where the president lives and works." The little captain led them to a relatively complete two-story building.

In front of the small building, four Sumitomo Association officers stood.

"Brother Gao Cang, these people are from outside. They want to negotiate a deal with the president. It seems to be compressed food..." The little captain signaled the three of them to stop, walked straight to a clerk, and whispered.

"Compressing food? The president has been worrying about food these days. You also know that the Mitsui family has cut off our two trading lines. They came at the right time, but..." said the Sumitomo Association officer named Takakura.

He glanced at the three of them.

Because they were far away, Wu Sanwei couldn't hear clearly. Later, the conversation between the two became quieter and quieter, and all they could see was their lips trembling.

Officer Gao Cang said a few words and walked into the small building, while the little captain nodded repeatedly and ran over with a happy face.

"Director Gao Cang has already gone to report it, but you should bring an extra gift when you come here next time."

He looked arrogant and proud: "You also know that Sumitomo Club is the biggest force in the area. If you trade with us, you will be guaranteed to make a lot of money."

"Yes...yes...we will definitely thank you again after everything is done." Matsuda Sakuraiko nodded repeatedly.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, the little captain left.

After a while.

Officer Gao Cang walked out of the small building and said with a smile: "The president just got up, you can go in, but the firearms must be left outside."

Sure enough, as Matsuda Sakuraiko introduced, the Sumitomo Association did not require the surrender of all weapons.

Wu Sanwei and Fang Tian were mentally prepared and cooperated very cooperatively in handing over several conventional weapons they carried with them.

"Don't worry, when the deal is concluded, we will be one family, and these weapons will definitely return to Zhao intact." Officer Gao Cang smiled.

What if the deal doesn't work out...

Wu Sanwei's heart moved.

"Okay, everyone, please come inside." After confirming that the three of them only carried a few daggers, Director Gao Cang opened the door and invited them warmly.

The small building looks ordinary from the outside, but the interior decoration is quite luxurious. The dark red wooden floor is smooth and bright. There are two blue and white porcelain pots in the living room, a leather sofa, a wooden coffee table, and a screen with ink paintings. It is a wealthy area in Kyoto.

The decoration of the villa is nothing better than this.

What surprised Wu Sanwei even more was that there was a 100-inch LCD TV hanging on one wall.

According to the information from the Earth Defense Agency, isn't there no electricity in the refugee area?

"The president is waiting for you in the other courtyard." Secretary Gao Cang urged.

Wu Sanwei had no choice but to keep this doubt in his heart.

Passing through the living room, the three of them arrived at the other courtyard.

The name here is Bieyuan, but it looks like a park.

The lawn is green, shaded by ancient trees, colorful flowers bloom along the cobbled paths, and there are several rockeries dotted not far away.

If you hadn't seen the gray smoke billowing in the sky in the distance, it would be hard to imagine that this was a refugee camp.

The three of them followed Officer Gao Cang and continued along the path.

The sound of rushing water could be heard in the woods.

Is there a creek here?

Wu Sanwei raised his head. Through the dense woods, he could see the mist in the distance and heard a burst of cheerful laughter.

This is...

When they walked out of the woods, the three of them were stunned.

A steaming bath appeared in front of them.
To be continued...