The plane landed smoothly at Narita Airport, and Li Ye and the others obediently followed the crowd to line up.
When it came time for immigration inspection, Liu Muhan and her colleague bustled about taking care of everyone, and only then did Li Ye learn that she actually spoke Japanese.
No one ever succeeded without putting in the work. It was only that when they were striving, we turned a blind eye.
But Liu Muhan had majored in English in college. Taking Japanese as an elective would add another measure of benefit to her future.
After all, Japan was developing extremely well these days, so Japanese was also a popular major. Only by understanding each other could they compete with each other. That domineering Foreign Minister Wang of later generations had graduated from a Japanese department.
Everyone cleared immigration fairly smoothly and soon reached the exit gates.
Outside the exit, some people had come to receive the inspection delegation, while others had come for Li Ye—and there were even two groups waiting for him.
One group was Miss Amin, now the vice president of a billion-dollar conglomerate. The other was Old Song, whom he had not seen in two years.
As Pei Wencong's right-hand woman, Amin had been sent to the airport for the task of picking someone up, yet showed not the slightest displeasure. From far away, she was already waving to Li Ye.
That old fellow Old Song stood with his hands behind his back, head held high and chest out. He had even brought along his female apprentice, Junko. He gave the impression that the longer he lived, the younger he became.
Li Ye quietly gave Liu Muhan a few instructions, then headed toward Amin first.
Amin smiled. "Mr. Li, President Fu sent me to pick you