To be honest, sitting on a pleasure boat on a winter night, drinking in the cold wind beside a brazier and enjoying so-called elegance, really wasn't something ordinary people should be doing.
Tokyo Bay was vast, and the biting wind slipped in through every crack in the boat. Su Ming saw that some of the drunk passengers' fingers had turned blue from the cold.
That wasn't a problem for the three of them, however.
Amid the owner's obsequious flattery, the three entered a private room. The other drinking guests, no matter how well dressed or highly placed they were, fell silent as mice when faced with the foreigners passing by.
"Boss, bring out all your best food and drink." Su Ming looked around the cabin. The pleasure boat was large, though it looked rather old.
Still, it would do. During World War II, Japan had requisitioned many civilian vessels to transport supplies. For such a slow, large ship not to have been sunk and then to be recovered after the war was already a blessing.
"Ho-ha!" Perhaps Tokyo innkeepers had seen more foreigners, because his response was exceptionally proper.
First, he dropped to his knees and kowtowed. Then he sat formally in the style of a samurai, accepted the order with a solemn expression, and crawled backward out of the cabin.
Natasha curled her lip in distaste. She wasn't used to being waited on.
Su Ming, on the other hand, was quite satisfied. Sitting on the low platform, he pushed open the window to let in the wind. "See? Japan's service industry really does it well. You have to admit that. Have you ever seen anyone in the United States kneel down to take an order?"
"I think I finally understand why these people are so enthusiastic about war." Natasha