That night, under the cover of darkness, Jiang Hai and his crew steered their boat, carrying the enormous tuna, towards their fishing farm's dock.
Jiang Hai sat in the cabin, using the lamp light to examine the data he held.
"4.87 meters long, 692 kilograms heavy—a new world record!" Jiang Hai's eyes grew brighter as he looked at the data. After catching the tuna that afternoon, Edward Anderson measured it, then loaded it into Jiang Hai's boat. They then caught another great white shark before returning. Now, Jiang Hai has two aquatic forces.
One is led by Big Silly and his wife, along with thirteen adult dolphins; the other consists of these ten great white sharks. Jiang Hai named them White One to White Ten, based on the order they were caught. These creatures have now converged and begun patrolling the fishing grounds.
Jiang Hai believed that, given time, the growth rate of these ten great white sharks would be astonishing.
Once they fully grew, even if they only reached eight or nine meters in length, Jiang Hai wouldn't fear anything that came his way again. Last time's orcas? If they dared to return, Jiang Hai would ensure none of them escaped.
The ten great white sharks were a set mission, now successfully completed, while the bluefin tuna was an unexpected gift.
However, Jiang Hai now had to figure out the best way to sell this gift.
Such a massive tuna was too much for Jiang Hai to eat, so he had to sell it. But there was a problem: hunting bluefin tuna was currently prohibited in North America. He couldn't sell it openly, and selling it on the black market was undesirable for two reasons: first, he didn't want to get involved with the dark world, and second, it wouldn't fetch a high price. So, he was somewhat conflicted.
However, on the way back, he had already thought about it. Since he couldn't sell it for a high price himself, he could use Pula Walton to sell it. Of course, he and Pula Walton weren't really "using" each other in such a harsh sense, but she could indeed help him. Having made up his mind, Jiang Hai planned to call Pula Walton once his fish was in the freezer.
After several hours of bumpy travel, Jiang Hai's boat reached his dock around nine in the evening. Upon arrival, there was no welcoming ceremony or large crowd; only two people were present: Robbins Garcia and Philimon Turner. Not even the fishermen were there, which showed Jiang Hai's level of trust.
The two men helped Jiang Hai and his crew lift the fish from the boat, covered it with a black cloth, and loaded it onto the F750. Then, they drove Jiang Hai and his crew back to Jiang Hai's mansion. At this time, no one in Jiang Hai's mansion was asleep yet.
When they saw Jiang Hai and his crew carrying in the huge fish, they were all stunned. This was truly a massive creature. After placing it in the specialized cold storage for high-grade seafood, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
On the spot, Jiang Hai gave Edward Anderson and his team their bonuses. As he had promised, each person received ten thousand, but because they had caught such a massive creature, he quadrupled the original ten thousand, giving each person forty thousand US dollars in bonus.
As for Robbins Garcia and Philimon Turner, they each received five thousand. After all, they had only driven the car, and this also served as a sort of hush money. These people naturally had no complaints about the money Jiang Hai gave them; they would take it if offered.
After collecting their money, these people all went back to sleep, while Jiang Hai took out his phone and called Pula Walton.
"Hello, hmm, gently, you little s-h-i-t, tongue further in!" The phone rang only a few times before Pula Walton answered it, but as soon as she picked up, the sounds coming from it made Jiang Hai feel a bit awkward.
It was obvious that she was probably doing something intimate with her girls.
"Hello, uh, I hope I'm not disturbing you!" Jiang Hai asked somewhat awkwardly, listening to the sounds from the phone.
"Disturbed? Definitely disturbed, but since it's you, it doesn't matter. So, why are you calling me? Do you miss me? Hehe, let me tell you, I recently found a few small Southeast Asian models, and the taste, tsk tsk, I'm still saving your first time. Come over and break it when you have time!" Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Pula Walton showed no signs of shyness at all; instead, she spoke very boldly. Hearing her words, Jiang Hai almost broke into a sweat. This topic was really hard to respond to.
"Of course I miss you, but I just got back a few days ago, so I naturally have to spend quality time with my girlfriends. But if you have time, could you come over tomorrow?" Jiang Hai said, feeling a little embarrassed, listening to Pula Walton's voice. Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Pula Walton also chuckled.
"Alright, no problem. But can you give me a hint beforehand what you need me for? So I can be prepared." Hearing that Jiang Hai wanted her to come over, Pula Walton asked with a smile.
"I caught a fish, a very big tuna." It wasn't easy to explain clearly over the phone, so Jiang Hai spoke somewhat vaguely, but Pula Walton understood immediately and responded with a sound on the other end of the line.
"Phew, I'll just wait for her to come tomorrow. That phone call got me a little hot-blooded!" Hanging up the phone, Jiang Hai imagined the scene at Pula Walton's place and couldn't help but shake his head. This woman was no easy challenge.
"Time to sleep. I haven't tasted meat in days!" Indeed, Jiang Hai had been staying honestly in a hotel these past few days, with no other activities. Now that he was back, he naturally wanted to have a good time.
Putting away his phone, Jiang Hai returned to the living room, but when he got back, he found only Darlena, Marianne, and Taraga there. Everyone else was gone. It was obvious they had gone to prepare another surprise for him.
Ever since that day in the bathroom, they had prepared many surprises for Jiang Hai, and Jiang Hai also realized that he seemed to have become somewhat of a pervert, actually particularly enjoying this. Now, hearing that they had gone to prepare again, Jiang Hai rubbed his hands together and walked into his room. As he pushed the door open and entered, a scene of beautiful women instantly appeared before him, like a flock of orioles and swallows. Why use this phrase? Mainly because the atmosphere in the room truly had a spring-like feeling.
At this moment, Jiang Hai's girls were changing clothes in the room. Of course, some had already finished changing, such as Feng Yunchen and Ai Xiaoxi, who had worn them before and changed quickly. Some were still changing, such as Qi Jie, Qi Ya, and Avra. And some had not changed yet; they stood there naked, wondering how to put on these clothes.
The theme Feng Yunchen and the others had prepared for today seemed to be Chinese elements, as they were all wearing cheongsams. However, these weren't the long, high-slit cheongsams, but rather very short ones. The hem of the cheongsam barely covered their thighs, and as they moved, the front and back panels would sway, revealing the scenery below completely and clearly.
And because the cheongsams themselves weren't tailored to each person's figure, they varied in size, making them look even more peculiar and beautiful.
"Ah, what are you doing? We haven't finished changing yet." Seeing Jiang Hai walk in like that, Qi Jie immediately pulled down the half-donned dress and said to Jiang Hai with an unhappy expression. However, hearing her words, Jiang Hai actively moved closer.
"We're old married couples, what's there to be shy about? Come, let me take a good look!" Jiang Hai approached Qi Jie, pulled her into his arms, and said with a smile. Hearing Jiang Hai's words and feeling his presence instantly flustered Qi Jie. But now, pushing him away wasn't an option, nor was not pushing him away. After all, they dressed like this to seduce Jiang Hai, and now that Jiang Hai had fallen for it, she naturally had to play along... Just as she was deliberating, Jiang Hai had already picked her up. Sometimes, communication between men and women doesn't need many words. Isn't it better for Jiang Hai to directly show it with action?
She playfully slapped Jiang Hai's chest once, then let him do as he pleased. This night was naturally filled with passion. Although Jiang Hai couldn't achieve perfect balance, ensuring everyone received attention was not a problem. From around nine in the evening, they were busy until dawn the next day before finally falling asleep. They slept until noon, and if Pula Walton hadn't arrived, Jiang Hai and the others might have slept even longer. After a quick wash, Qi Ya began directing everyone to cook, while Jiang Hai yawned, looking at Pula Walton, who was sitting on the sofa with a half-smile.
"I'm almost envious of you, tsk tsk. Look at these girls you have here. When I first met them, they were beautiful, but not as beautiful as they are now. It really seems that being watered by you every day is beneficial for a woman's beauty." Pula Walton said with a grin, looking at Jiang Hai. Hearing her words, Jiang Hai shrugged.
"No one would say anything if you moved in," Jiang Hai said calmly, looking at Pula Walton.
"Yes, no one would say anything if I moved in, but if I brought a dozen girls with me, they'd probably tear me to pieces. You little heartless one, just remember to visit me more often if you have time. Oh, by the way, what was the purpose of you calling me here?" Pula Walton said with a charming laugh, patting Jiang Hai, but quickly got to the point.
"Come this way." Jiang Hai had a purpose for calling her, and without another word, he led her towards the cold storage. (To be continued.)
Transporting It to Japan
After exchanging a few jokes, Jiang Hai led Plura Walton toward the cold storage facility.
Jiang Hai's house is enormous, truly massive, and the cold storage beneath it is equally large.
The facility is divided into five rooms, each serving a different purpose.
The temperatures are set at five degrees above zero, zero degrees, minus seven degrees, minus fifteen degrees, and minus thirty degrees with added nitrogen —these five.
Because the temperatures of these five storage rooms vary, the items stored and processed in them are also different.
The five-degree room is used for storing seasonal vegetables and fruits.
Jiang Hai's estate includes a vegetable greenhouse and numerous fruit trees, such as blueberries and cherries (the large American variety).
Cherries are now available in China, but they are slightly expensive, whereas they are not particularly costly in the U.S.
There are also cranberries, small, round fruits with bright red skin that grow on low-lying vines.
While these are mostly consumed as dried fruit in China, they are plentiful in the northern U.S.
Cranberries primarily grow in North American marshy wetlands.
It is rumored that the global total cultivated area is less than forty thousand acres, though no one knows if that figure is accurate.
Additionally, the cold storage holds Red Delicious apples, which are known for being exceptionally red and having a soft, mealy texture.
Of course, there are also grapes, but they are subject to seasonal availability.
After these vegetables and fruits ripen or are picked but not immediately consumed, Jiang Hai places them in the five-degree room, where they can be kept for several days.
The room set at around zero degrees is the chilled storage room.
This room is primarily used for storing valuable seafood, such as lobsters and abalone.
There are many water tanks in this storage room.
Because the temperature is maintained at zero degrees Celsius, the water doesn't freeze, allowing the seafood to remain alive and fresh for the longest possible time.
The minus seven-degree room is dedicated to beef storage.
High-quality beef requires aging to tenderize (a process called 'acid draining'), and the minus seven-degree temperature is ideal for this.
The minus fifteen-degree room is the standard freezer, much like a household refrigerator, where frozen chicken and other frozen meats are kept.
Finally, the minus thirty-degree room is the nitrogen cold room.
Everyone knows that nitrogen cools items rapidly; when liquefied, it reaches nearly minus two hundred degrees Celsius.
Jiang Hai's facility certainly doesn't reach negative two hundred degrees, but the main function of the nitrogen room is rapid cooling.
For example, some top-tier beef and seafood, if merely chilled, can only be stored for about seven to ten days, meaning they must be sold within that timeframe or they will spoil.
Of course, domestically (in China), it is common practice for some vendors to call products "chilled" when they have actually been frozen and then thawed.
In many supermarkets, ninety percent of the beef labeled "chilled" has simply been thawed and is then marketed as such.
This practice is deceptive.
True chilled storage means the product was recently harvested or slaughtered and is kept fresh by a layer of fine ice, preserving the meat's original quality.
That is the definition of "chilled."
The nitrogen room, therefore, is specifically designed to preserve high-end products that cannot be sold as truly fresh-chilled.
If freshly slaughtered cattle or newly caught fish are estimated not to sell within ten days, they are brought here.
A spray of nitrogen instantly solidifies the beef and fish, forming blocks in just a few seconds.
This method maximizes the preservation of the fish and beef's texture.
After being thawed, while they cannot be marketed as truly fresh-chilled, they are significantly more valuable than conventionally frozen products.
When these five storage rooms were initially constructed, Edward Anderson and Robbins Garcia oversaw the process, and they had planned for all five rooms to be utilized.
However, currently, only the first four rooms are generally needed.
Jiang Hai's beef and seafood are supplied across the entire U.S., Europe, and even to the Dubai royal family.
His beef is constantly in high demand and never fails to sell out.
Jiang Hai led Plura Walton to the chilled storage room.
As the door swung open and the lights flickered on, a massive tuna came into view, catching Plura Walton's eye.
"Oh my goodness, is this... a tuna? A Bluefin? My heavens, how huge is this thing?" Plura Walton was momentarily speechless, staring at the fish before her, then turned to Jiang Hai with an astonished expression.
"Length 487, weight 692."
Seeing Plura Walton's reaction, Jiang Hai smiled.
He knew the measurements were astonishing—a new global record!
Yet, he knew this fish was merely an average Bluefin from his estate; he was certain he had encountered even larger ones while diving.
"My goodness, my goodness, this is truly a giant," Plura Walton murmured in awe as she touched the fish's body.
She frequently dealt with large catches, but truthfully, she had never seen one this massive before.
"What are you planning to do with it?" Plura Walton asked Jiang Hai, patting the large fish on the head.
"That's what I need to ask you.
It was caught yesterday, and today is the second day.
Can Walmart purchase it, or do we have other options?" Jiang Hai shrugged.
He genuinely didn't understand the logistics, so consulting Plura Walton was the best course of action.
"Walmart will certainly buy it, but honestly, selling it to us would be a waste.
This fish can't be sold by weight; it must be sold whole.
In the U.S., it's probably only worth about $400,000," Plura Walton said, shaking her head.
Hearing her quote, Jiang Hai pursed his lips.
While $400,000 for a single fish was decent, it definitely wasn't a fortune.
"However, if we send it to Japan, this fish could sell for at least this amount!" Plura Walton said, holding up two fingers.
Seeing her gesture, Jiang Hai raised an eyebrow.
Two million US dollars?
Now that was truly worthwhile!
"Then what are we waiting for? We should send this thing where it belongs!"
In Jiang Hai's opinion, all tuna was more or less the same, and the taste honestly wasn't that different.
He was quite happy to use it to fleece the Japanese market.
Hearing Jiang Hai's suggestion, Plura Walton smiled.
"I recall that you previously discussed setting up a direct route to sell fish in Japan.
I actually laid the groundwork for that back then.
Now that we have this fish, I believe our first attempt will be a resounding success."
Plura Walton laughed as she spoke, then showed Jiang Hai her phone, which contained a detailed plan list.
Last year, when Jiang Hai attended the fisheries exhibition, a Japanese businessman purchased two of his fish at a high price.
Jiang Hai had questioned Plura Walton about it at the time, as he felt the fish was not worth that much money.
However, he later discovered that the fish commanded a vastly different price in the U.S. compared to Japan.
Upon learning this, Jiang Hai decided he wanted to sell his fish directly to Japan and discussed it with Plura Walton, who agreed to look into the possibility.
Unexpectedly, that groundwork is now proving useful.
Plura Walton—or rather, the Walmart Group—had established a network in Japan long ago, but unfortunately, they had suffered significant losses there previously.
Walmart originally entered the Japanese market in 2002, as Japan was then the world's second-largest retail market.
However, they incurred losses year after year, leading them to announce their withdrawal in 2005.
This was mainly a retreat of their primary business operations; having invested so much capital, it was impossible to pull out entirely.
Currently, Walmart still operates over 370 supermarkets in Japan.
The stores exist, but the company is no longer as enthusiastic about that market as it once was.
They are essentially maintaining a status quo where they don't necessarily expect profits but aim to avoid losses, ensuring the Walmart brand remains visible to the Japanese public.
When Plura Walton proactively inquired about Walmart Japan last year, the Walmart executives were aware of the reason: Walmart's recent growth strategy has heavily relied on Jiang Hai's beef and seafood.
The expansion has been quite successful.
Initially, Jiang Hai's beef was only sold in the northeastern U.S. and a few major cities.
But now, it is sold in towns across the Northeast, and in even more major cities, including large metropolitan areas in the South.
It is fair to say that Jiang Hai's beef has virtually monopolized the high-end beef market across the entire U.S.—it's a good thing his production volume can't keep up with demand.
Simultaneously, Walmart has leveraged Jiang Hai's beef to expand into Europe.
Currently, Walmart supermarkets in countries like the UK, France, and Italy also stock his beef.
The sales rate is excellent; shelves are usually cleared within two days of restocking.
The only country largely uninterested in Jiang Hai's beef is Germany, simply because Germans prefer pork.
However, the beef has been unable to penetrate the Asian market.
For instance, it cannot enter Japan, primarily due to that country's excessive national pride.
They refuse to admit that Jiang Hai's product could be superior to their own; Wagyu is considered the best in the world, and Jiang Hai's beef is dismissed.
The South Koreans are similar; in their eyes, Hanwoo (Korean beef) is the absolute best.
As for why it hasn't entered China, first, Jiang Hai and Qi Li already sell steaks directly there.
Second, the import tariffs on American beef in China are high.
China is an independent nation and will not allow American products to be dumped onto its market.
Although Jiang Hai is ethnically Chinese and still holds his nationality, his beef is produced in the U.S.
Consequently, Walmart supermarkets in China do not carry Jiang Hai's beef.
If people want to taste it, they must visit one of Qi Li's four steak restaurants.
Getting back to the point, low- and mid-grade American beef can enter Japan without issue, but high-end beef, such as Jiang Hai's, is prohibited from sale.
However, fish... that might be a loophole we can exploit.
(To be continued.)
Going to Japan
"Jiang, to promote this fish of yours, we are planning an auction at the Tsukiji Market. Your fish is the biggest advertisement we could ask for. If you have time, you really should come and see it—after all, you need to know just how popular your fish is. As for your safety, you don't need to worry. I'll be there too. You can just stay with me." Paula Walton said with a smile, looking at Jiang Hai. To be honest, seeing Jiang Hai always gave her a certain impulse.
However, when facing business, that impulse was quickly suppressed. She felt that if this fish achieved massive success, she would be very excited. And if Jiang Hai were there to accompany her at that time, tsk tsk.
"I... I need to consider this." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Paula Walton pouted slightly.
"Well, you should think about it carefully. You know, it will take us a few days to manage this fish, and we need to sneak it into Japan without anyone knowing. That's no easy task," Paula Walton said, looking at Jiang Hai.
Hearing her words, Jiang Hai took her out of the warehouse. That afternoon, they naturally enjoyed a good meal at Jiang Hai's place. Paula Walton didn't stay the night, but she called her subordinates to prepare to take custody of the fish at any moment.
Later that night, after their exertions, Jiang Hai held Qi Jie while contemplating what Paula Walton had said.
"What's wrong? Not sleeping yet? Aren't you tired?" Lying in Jiang Hai's arms like a kitten, Qi Jie asked softly. She had been the first to drift off earlier and had already woken up from a short nap.
"Mmm, you go ahead and sleep!" Jiang Hai smiled at Qi Jie, gently patting her fair back as he spoke. However, hearing his response, Qi Jie stopped trying to sleep, propping herself up to look at him instead.
"Tell me, what's on your mind? You're the type whose thoughts are always written all over your face; you have no guile at all. But that's exactly what I love about you," Qi Jie said with a giggle, looking at Jiang Hai.
"Sigh, it's like this..." Hearing Qi Jie's words, Jiang Hai sighed and then recounted his conversation with Paula Walton. Of course, he omitted the part about Paula Walton suggesting they stay together. He only mentioned that Paula Walton wanted him to personally visit and inspect the Japanese market, which would be beneficial for future fishing business.
Jiang Hai already controlled a significant portion of the fishing business in the US and Europe, but fish was different from beef. Beef had very clear grading standards.
Whatever the grade of beef, it sold for a fixed price; that was set in stone.
But fish didn't have a fixed price, only a fixed minimum price. Jiang Hai's fish was certainly excellent, and currently, people were scrambling for it even at high prices. But what about in the long run? What if Jiang Hai's supply volume increased significantly? If North America couldn't absorb it, and they shipped it to Europe, what if Europeans didn't appreciate it?
The domestic market was destined not to be too broad, because the country levied heavy taxes on Jiang Hai's fishery products.
For instance, if Jiang Hai dared to sell his fish retail for $50 per kilogram—which is 150 RMB per half-kilogram—the customs there would dare to slap a forty percent tax on him, believe it or not? Therefore, the quantity of fish Jiang Hai sold domestically had to be extremely limited.
He had to stick to the highest-end routes. For low-end fish, the money wouldn't even cover the taxes. If the tax was added to the price, his White Pomfret would cost nearly 240 RMB per half-kilogram. But Jiang Hai had to ask: would anyone in China buy White Pomfret for 240 RMB per half-kilogram? This wasn't Jiang Hai criticizing his own country; he was quite patriotic—otherwise, he wouldn't have kept his current citizenship, and he had even helped broker the connection between China and Du Famen. But he couldn't possibly operate at a loss!
People are inherently selfish. Jiang Hai didn't know if he would use this money to give back to society when he was older, but at least not right now.
This was also why it was difficult to find high-end seafood in restaurants catering to the average person.
But the Japanese love eating fish. The amount of fish they consume annually far exceeds the population of their country.
Moreover, the country attracts many tourists. Sushi restaurants and similar establishments are genuinely booming.
Under these circumstances, only Japan could support such high prices.
"About this... hmm, you should go!" After thinking for a moment, Qi Jie told Jiang Hai.
"Huh? Why aren't you stopping me this time?" Jiang Hai looked at her, confused. This wasn't like her.
"Whether I stop you depends on the situation. Did you forget that I've always wanted you to focus on your career? Something like the livestock exhibition in San Antonio isn't that important; whether you go or let Robbins Garcia go is fine. But this is expanding overseas business, and you really need to oversee it personally. Otherwise, would you feel safe? I certainly don't trust Paula Walton," Qi Jie said, giving him a look and speaking with a hint of resentment.
"Uh, then let's all go together. I've never been to Japan, and I assume you haven't either?" Hearing Qi Jie's words, Jiang Hai smiled awkwardly, then nodded. Since he was going, they might as well all go together!
"We won't go. We know that the Japanese are quite unfriendly toward you, especially since you publicly humiliated them regarding the beef market. If we go, we might cause you trouble. If they kidnapped us, that would be a huge mess, and I certainly don't trust Paula Walton's bodyguards. You should go, and take Azalea. If anything happens, it will be easier for just the two of you to escape." Hearing Jiang Hai's suggestion, Qi Jie was honestly tempted, but she quickly shook her head. A wise person avoids danger. If Jiang Hai weren't genuinely required to inspect the market there, she doubted he would go at all. As she thought, Jiang Hai was such a homebody; he had no real interest in Japan.
What? Go see the "teachers" who taught him and experience Japanese culture? Haha, Jiang Hai now had more than twenty girls around him, and all of them were extremely obedient. They did whatever he wanted them to do and struck whatever poses he requested. Under these circumstances, why would he need to go experience Japanese culture? Was Jiang Hai sick in the head?
He genuinely wasn't the "hungry man" he used to be. Now he was a "satisfied man"—or perhaps a "stuffed man"? Fine, he was definitely a little stuffed! Therefore, Japan held very little genuine temptation for him anymore.
"Alright, I'll go quickly and come back quickly. The auction won't take long anyway." Hearing Qi Jie's words, Jiang Hai nodded and told her seriously. Hearing this, Qi Jie hugged Jiang Hai back and drifted off to sleep.
Jiang Hai then took out his phone and sent a message to Paula Walton. She needed to finalize the arrangements first.
Early the next morning, when Jiang Hai woke up, Paula Walton was already prepared. The paperwork, the plane, the airport, the takeoff time—everything was arranged, just waiting for Jiang Hai to get up and prepare the fish.
The next steps were simple. Since this wasn't Jiang Hai's first trip, he naturally handled the preparations with ease.
Soon, the personnel for Jiang Hai's trip were decided: Jiang Hai, Azalea, and Wallis Shelley—just the three of them.
The reason for the small group was twofold. First, because they were going to Japan, if people there wanted to deal with Jiang Hai, a large group wouldn't help and would only cause trouble. Any of the three of them could easily escape, especially Jiang Hai. It was simple: he could just slip away, and he trusted the abilities of Azalea and Wallis Shelley.
Second, they were only going for a few days. According to Paula Walton, counting today, they would only be in Japan for four days. The auction would be on the fourth night, and they could return either that night or the morning of the fifth day. For such a short trip, they didn't need many people, especially since Paula Walton would be there, and her security detail would certainly not be small.
After everything was finalized, Jiang Hai and his group set off, driving an F750, which was used to transport the fish. Once the fish reached the airport, it was handed over to Paula Walton's people. Although the fish was chilled, Paula Walton's crew used paperwork designating it as frozen Bluefin Tuna, which obscured Jiang Hai's actual catch time. This was their method of operation, something Jiang Hai couldn't learn.
After the fish was loaded, Jiang Hai and his group boarded Paula Walton's private jet—or, more accurately, the private jet assigned to Paula Walton by the Walmart Group. The plane belonged to the family, but as long as Paula Walton remained in her position, the family would provide it for her free use, one of the perks of being a high-level executive.
Once inside the plane, Jiang Hai couldn't help but gasp. He had also bought a private jet, but it hadn't been delivered yet.
Even if his plane were delivered, Jiang Hai estimated that it would pale significantly in comparison to Paula Walton's.
It wasn't about the price, although the models were different. Jiang Hai's plane was among the most expensive private jets available, costing much more than Paula Walton's jet. Only super-wealthy individuals could afford the type of plane Jiang Hai had purchased.
However, Paula Walton's interior décor truly made Jiang Hai's eyes flash red... er, it was indeed red, combined with gold.
Upon entering the cabin, red and gold color schemes were everywhere. Someone unfamiliar with her might assume Paula Walton had made her fortune in coal mining. It was genuinely hard to imagine a wealthy socialite liking such color choices. It was truly baffling. (To be continued.)
Although the colors might be questionable, it's undeniable that the Pratt & Walton's aircraft interior design is truly bizarre.
The plane has two levels: the lower level is the cargo hold, where Jiang Hai's fish were located, while the upper level is divided into four sections: rooms, lounge, lobby, and entertainment room. Jiang Hai didn't explore the other areas because the lobby was the first thing he saw.
Upon entering the lobby, Jiang Hai couldn't help but mentally give it the middle finger. This lobby was indeed quite unique…
The sofas in the lobby were fixed to the sides and rear of the cabin, in a single row.
Of course, these were top-of-the-line sofas; you could lie down, spin around, and everything was electric. You could look at the clouds, look ahead, or do whatever you wanted—except upside down.
In the center of the lobby was a projection TV, the kind that projects upwards—a giant version of the 3D TV in Jiang Hai's home. Surrounding the TV were eight steel pipes. Upon seeing this, Jiang Hai immediately looked towards Pratt & Walton.
Pratt-Walton winked and grinned. For her, flying was a chance to have some fun. Before takeoff, she took Jiang Hai and the others on a tour.
It had to be admitted, Jiang Hai's plane was practically a business jet, given the number of passengers. This plane was Pratt-Walton's second home. Each room behind the main hall was quite spacious, with its own bathroom.
The lounge even had a small swimming pool, though it was covered by a glass panel during takeoff and landing to prevent flooding. Besides the pool, there were various fitness equipment, even yoga balls and indoor tennis courts—almost everything imaginable.
The recreation room was similar to the main hall, but smaller, suitable for less crowded areas. There was even a locked, fixed liquor cabinet. It seemed that Pratt-Walton used to be able to go anywhere from the air with beautiful women and drinks—this was truly a high school paradise!
"Hi, ladies, would you mind watching some shows?" After touring the various places, Pratt-Walton led Jiang Hai and his group to sit on the sofa. As the plane took off, Pratt-Walton smiled and asked Azalina and Walter Shelley beside her. Although she was also interested in the two girls, they were Jiang Hai's women, and she wouldn't offer them any help.
"Sure, this is your territory," Azalina shrugged, speaking casually.
"Come on aboard, be more welcoming to our guests." Hearing Azalina's words, Pra-Walton clapped his hands, and eight flight attendants emerged from the cabin in the distance. Jiang Hai had seen these flight attendants before when boarding the plane, but back then they were dressed quite formally. Now, although they were still wearing flight attendant uniforms, they had changed almost everything except for their hats. Their tops were now cropped tops with V-necks, and their bottoms were short skirts revealing their underwear. They wore various kinds of stockings—white, black, sheer, and flesh-colored.
After the ten flight attendants approached, eight of them stood in front of a steel pole.
As the music started, the 3D TV began playing some stimulating music, and the flight attendants began to dance. Two other flight attendants were service staff; one of them approached Jiang Hai with a smile.
"Sir, what would you like to drink?" Looking at the flight attendant in front of him, Jiang Hai thought for a moment and ordered a beer.
"I suggest you try some sake. It's a specialty of Tokyo, our destination. It would be a shame not to try it," the flight attendant said to Jiang Hai, not rushing to leave. "
I've tried it, but I'm not really used to the taste. I'll stick with beer!" Hearing this, the flight attendant smiled and went to the back. She returned shortly with a case of beer, opened a bottle, and as Jiang Hai was about to take it, she suddenly sat on his lap, took a sip in front of him, and then pouted at him.
Jiang Hai smiled, unconcerned, and snatched the bottle, taking a sip himself. Seeing that Jiang Hai wasn't kissing her, the flight attendant laughed, swallowed her beer, and remained seated on his lap.
"I'm curious, sir. What's your surname? There's never been a man on this plane, or rather, in this cabin. Of course, the captain and first officer are men, but they can't come in." Looking at Jiang Hai, the flight attendant asked with a puzzled expression. This was considered one of Pula-Walton's harems, but the restrictions weren't as strict as in her own home.
She only stipulated that flight attendants on the plane were not allowed to have relationships with men outside the crew or have boyfriends during their contract period. Of course, this didn't mean they were to die on the plane. If they had a boyfriend, they could apply to leave the flight crew after receiving a year's salary—a very generous contract.
"Oh, my surname is Jiang." Hearing that he might be the first male passenger on this plane, Jiang Hai was quite happy, chuckled, and introduced himself. However, he had barely finished speaking when the flight attendant already knew who he was.
The legendary Jiang Hai of Winthrop—perhaps to others, whether they've heard of him or not, he might not seem important. But to this woman, Jiang Hai was a figure of meticulous detail. They
knew he was their nominal master. Many knew that at Walton's party, Jiang Hai had boldly declared Pula Walton his woman. Although there was no official title, those around Pula Walton knew that Jiang Hai held an extremely high position in her heart.
"I didn't expect you to be Mr. Jiang!" Upon learning Jiang Hai's identity, the woman moved even closer, her hands unconsciously increasing their pressure. Her eyes gleamed as she looked at Jiang Hai, and her well-developed breasts pressed against his chest, feeling their elasticity—they were real…
"Hey, girls, give it your all! This is the only man I allow you to have sex with during work hours. If you're really feeling pent up, go find him!" Just then, Pra-Walton walked over, carrying two flight attendants who had been dancing earlier. Clearly, she'd been enjoying this for a while. One hand was inside the left flight attendant's shirt, kneading her, while the other was inside the right flight attendant's skirt. What she was doing was obvious; the flight attendants were trembling as they walked, giving a clue. Then she walked up to Jiang Hai, kicked the flight attendant he was with with her high-heeled foot, and shouted. Hearing that Jiang Hai was the only man they could touch, the ten flight attendants' eyes lit up almost simultaneously. They hadn't had any sex in ages.
Pra-Walton wasn't recruiting flight attendants like she was recruiting her lackeys, requiring only a C-cup. She recruited flight attendants who were pretty, had good figures, and were loyal to the contract. Whether they had boyfriends before was irrelevant to her.
So these girls now have a crazy aura whenever they hear the word "man.
" "Okay, why are we wasting our time here?" Hearing Pratt-Walton's words, the girl sitting in Jiang Hai's lap, taking advantage of her proximity, sat up straight and took off her coat. Instantly, two... well, let's just say her ...
Jiang Hai liked to wear pants without a belt, like sportswear or outdoor gear, so they were quite easy to take off. With a gentle tug, Jiang Hai's pants were down, including his underwear. Instantly, Jiang Hai's semi-erect, indescribable thing jumped in front of her. Looking at what was in front of her, the flight attendant's eyes lit up. She seemed very satisfied with this size. Then she slid down and put the indescribable thing in her mouth. At the same time, her hands began to take off the clothes under her skirt. Seeing that she had gotten there first, the other nine flight attendants did not come over to compete, but they also took the initiative to surround Jiang Hai, licking his fingers or his ears...
Perhaps feeling that it was about time, this flight attendant also mounted him, and the battle began...
"Hey, aren't you guys going to have some fun?" Seeing the heated battle, Pra-Walton also sat down next to Azalina, then opened her legs and sat down. Naturally, one of the flight attendants came over to lick her indescribable places.
"We have fun every day, so we don't mind a little while." Hearing her words, Azalina chuckled. She was telling the truth; since breaking that final barrier with Jiang Hai, Azalina and Jiang Hai had spent a lot of time together.
Plus, as a former special agent, her sexual needs weren't particularly strong, so it was fine.
As for Valerie Shelley, she was currently focused on her work, researching information. As for Jiang Hai, it didn't matter; with his great physique, they'd have plenty of opportunities.
"Then I won't hold back these few days after we get to Tokyo!" Hearing the two girls' words, Pra-Walton also said with a smile, her eyes glancing at Jiang Hai with a hint of excitement in them!
Arriving in Tokyo
"Get up and wash up, we're almost there!" Leaning against the door of the room, Pula Walton said to Jiang Hai with a smile. Hearing her words, Jiang Hai lifted his head from a pile of fair arms and legs, then dropped it heavily back onto the pillow.
"You really haven't been good to your employees; they're too wild." Staring at the ceiling, even though he had just slept, Jiang Hai still felt a bit tired. He was here to help Pula Walton comfort her employees.
"I treat them quite well, but some things just can't be replaced, don't you think?" Looking at Jiang Hai, Pula Walton chuckled softly, then walked out on her own. Jiang Hai patted the girls beside him awake one by one, then slipped into the bathroom to wash up. After about ten minutes, he emerged refreshed, though still yawning, he had mostly recovered. By the time he came out, the girls were already gone; it seemed they had their own washroom. Thinking this, Jiang Hai stretched and walked out of the room.
"You're up. Want something to eat?" Walking into the main hall, he saw Pula Walton, Azalina, and Wallis Shelley waiting there. Seeing Jiang Hai, Pula Walton asked him.
"Oh, anything's fine. A sandwich, or maybe some noodles." Hearing her, Jiang Hai nodded, then walked over and sat down next to her. Pula Walton had already clapped her hands, summoning a flight attendant who had just put on her uniform.
Compared to their earlier attire, they had changed back into more formal wear, as they were about to land.
"Get him a bowl of ramen and a sandwich." Hearing Pula Walton's order, the flight attendant smiled and went to the back. Soon, she returned with a tray holding a large bowl of ramen and four cut sandwiches.
"Let me feed you!" Placing the food in front of Jiang Hai, the flight attendant bent over with a smile, showcasing her ample chest to Jiang Hai, speaking softly. Hearing her, Jiang Hai awkwardly smiled and shook his head.
"No, no, I'll eat this myself!" Seeing Jiang Hai's embarrassed look, the flight attendant couldn't help but laugh.
"Will you be taking this flight back too?" Watching Jiang Hai eat his noodles, the flight attendant didn't mind, sitting directly on the arm of Jiang Hai's sofa, smiling as she looked at him wolfing down his food, asking him.
"Uh, well..." Hearing the flight attendant, Jiang Hai could easily tell the meaning behind her words—they hadn't had enough time with him.
"He'll take it back too; consider it a perk for you all." But before Jiang Hai could speak, Pula Walton answered for him. Hearing Pula Walton's words, the flight attendant couldn't help but cheer softly.
"What kind of outfits or styles do you like? Tell me, and I'll discuss it with the others." Looking at Jiang Hai, the flight attendant said with shining eyes. Hearing her, Jiang Hai was utterly embarrassed—what was all this? Fortunately, the flight wasn't too slow, finally freeing Jiang Hai from this girl who really wanted to chat more with him.
As the plane landed slowly, Jiang Hai and the others arrived at Tokyo's Haneda International Airport.
Once the plane taxied to a stop and connected to the jet bridge, Jiang Hai, Pula Walton, Azalina, and Wallis Shelley walked out through a special channel. But just as they stepped off the jet bridge, Jiang Hai saw over a dozen Bodyguards—Black men, Caucasian men, and yellow race persons—all wearing black suits and sunglasses, standing quietly on both sides of the channel entrance. Needless to say, these people were here to protect Jiang Hai and the others; they were likely Pula Walton's people.
"Don't worry, I know many in this Island Nation want to trick you. I've arranged everything." Looking at Jiang Hai, Pula Walton said with a smile. Hearing her, Jiang Hai remained calm.
Soon, as Jiang Hai and the others left the airport, the cargo handlers had already brought out Jiang Hai's fish and the items Pula Walton had brought this time. What they brought wasn't just Jiang Hai's fish.
There were also Jiang Hai's lobsters and such, all of the highest quality—premium abalone, premium lobster, premium tuna, premium salmon, premium Sea Cucumber, and the like—all to open up the Island Nation's market. Otherwise, relying on just one bluefin tuna to open a country's door for Walmart wouldn't be easy.
"Hello, Miss Pula Walton. I am Nakamura Tadashi, one of the responsible persons for Walmart in the Island Nation. Welcome and thank you for your guidance." Just as Jiang Hai and the others were waiting for the goods to be loaded onto the truck, a middle-aged man from the Island Nation ran over, slightly out of breath, arriving in front of Jiang Hai and Pula Walton. Without a word, he bowed ninety degrees, hands firmly at his sides, feet together, and only after rising did he introduce himself.
"Hello. What relation is Nakamura Tetsuya to you?" Hearing the man, Pula Walton looked at him coldly and said indifferently. For Pula Walton, aside from Jiang Hai, she viewed all men coldly. When doing business with her, women often found it easier than men; she seemed to have a natural aversion to men.
"He is my father. My father has prepared a hotel and dinner for everyone; please do us the honor." Hearing Pula Walton, this Nakamura Tadashi continued bowing, speaking humbly.
Looking at him, Jiang Hai couldn't help but mutter to himself. He had to admit that, at least on the surface, people from the Island Nation were impeccable. As the saying goes, it's hard to hit a smiling face; these guys bowed ninety degrees upon seeing others and spoke with utmost respect. Of course, no one knew what they were thinking inside; they might be cursing Jiang Hai and the others in their hearts.
"Sorry, but we must decline his kindness. This is Mr. Jiang Hai, our company's most important partner. Due to unpleasant past experiences with some families in the Island Nation, we find it hard to trust local hotels. I've already booked a hotel. If you don't mind, please have your father come to the hotel to discuss." Hearing Nakamura Tadashi, Pula Walton said calmly, then took Jiang Hai's arm and got into a nearby rolls-royce that had already pulled up.
Azalina and Wallis Shelley naturally followed, with Azalina sitting in the passenger seat and Wallis Shelley next to Jiang Hai. Watching Jiang Hai and the others leave, Nakamura Tadashi had no objections, just bowing repeatedly as he saw them off. After they left, he straightened up, muttered a few words, then took out his phone to call his father. He wouldn't dare discount Pula Walton's words in the slightest.
At this moment, Jiang Hai and the others were driving through the streets of Tokyo. Though Jiang Hai was reluctant to admit it, Tokyo was indeed a very prosperous city. By world rankings, whether by economy or population, Tokyo could rank among the top three globally. After all, the Island Nation is just made up of a few small islands.
Whether in terms of resources or development space, it's very limited, so their strategy is to concentrate the nation's resources on developing Tokyo. Facts have proven this approach correct.
With Tokyo's development, the surrounding areas gradually got pulled along. As a certain great man in the country said, this is called letting some people get rich first. Later, South Korea also adopted this method, focusing mainly on their capital, with other areas developing slowly after the capital rose.
Jiang Hai had also been to the capital of South Korea, but honestly, it seemed a bit inferior to Tokyo.
From the airport to the city, the faster they went, the more skyscrapers Jiang Hai saw. Tokyo is one of the world's fastest-paced cities. Basically, on Tokyo's streets, everyone walks quickly. When the light turns green, almost everyone jogs across the street. Honestly, this made Jiang Hai, accustomed to a slower pace, somewhat uncomfortable.
"Tokyo is like this. The pace of life here is even faster than New York's. Maybe it's because the Island Nation often has earthquakes, so people feel insecure and can only relieve their anxiety through work. You haven't been here at night; we can go out later to see—it's very interesting and crazy." Seeing Jiang Hai's gaze, Pula Walton said with a smile. Hearing her, Jiang Hai shrugged. He didn't have any particular love for the Island Nation, though in the past, his computer had stored many educational videos from teachers, which benefited him greatly—at least, many nights were spent relying on those.
The car drove slowly through Tokyo's streets—very slowly. Though it wasn't morning or evening rush hour, it wasn't completely gridlocked but moved at a crawl. The car kept moving, but the speed was around twenty miles per hour, at most forty, making Jiang Hai impatient. But impatience was useless; he had to sit through it. Finally, the car slowly arrived at the hotel Pula Walton had booked. Entering the hotel, they didn't head to the elevator or go upstairs but went directly to the back. Pula Walton's accommodation was an independent Japanese-style courtyard. (To be continued.)