nycdaug Chapter 194 Ayaka Yamayoshi: Would you like a cup of coffee?
Chapter 194 Ayaka Yamayoshi: Would you like a cup of coffee?
Ayaka Miyoshi was visibly startled when she heard someone call her name.
I thought it would be a fan, but it turned out to be Wang Xiucheng.
This brought a hint of surprise to Ayaka Miyoshi's face, but it quickly disappeared.
After speaking to the girl next to her who seemed to be her assistant, Miyoshi Ayaka came over to Wang Xiucheng's side.
Zeng Fanbo tactfully took the food and went to the seat next to him.
Ma Wei and the others looked up and saw that it was a young woman, so they lay back down and continued to sleep.
However, the Wu brothers had one hand on their waist and had changed their position, which allowed them to see the woman's face clearly.
Are you staying at this hotel too?
Wang Xiucheng asked curiously.
Ayaka Miyoshi blushed slightly and nodded.
Wang Xiucheng said regretfully, "I didn't know that, otherwise I would have invited you over for dinner long ago."
I met Watanabe Yuta's wife last time, and Miyoshi Ayaka was standing next to her, so we naturally became acquainted.
Of course, Wang Xiucheng's understanding of Ayaka Miyoshi goes beyond this.
Ayaka Miyoshi is the female lead in a music video by one of Wang Xiucheng's favorite singers.
"What would you like to eat? I'm just about to get some more." Wang Xiucheng stood up and noticed that Miyoshi Ayaka hadn't gotten up and seemed lost in thought. So he snapped his fingers in front of her.
This immediately brought Ayaka Miyoshi to her senses. "I'm sorry, I was thinking about something else. I apologize."
Upon seeing Ayaka Miyoshi, Wang Xiucheng quickly grabbed her arm as if he were about to bow in apology.
"This is New York. Don't always bend over. Come on, let's see if there's anything you want to eat."
Wang Xiucheng led her to the dining area, then picked up a plate and took it upon himself to serve her food.
Ayaka Miyoshi's face turned as red as an apple. No matter what Wang Xiucheng asked, she nodded, as if she could eat anything.
Isn't the reason I live here all for him?
Ma Wei looked up again from a distance, then muttered, "Another one."
Half an hour later, after the two finished breakfast, Wang Xiucheng took it upon himself to ask, "Are you busy during the day?"
"No." Ayaka Miyoshi didn't know what Wang Xiucheng was up to, but she still answered.
"I'm fine too," Wang Xiucheng said with a smile.
Zeng Fanbo, who was not far away, was completely dumbfounded.
Didn't you say you'd take me to train with Durant?
How long has it been, and they've already changed their minds?
"I haven't been in New York for very long, but you must be very familiar with the area. If you could, could you show me around?"
Ayaka Miyoshi immediately nodded: "Okay, I know a few fun places."
“I have a habit of catching up on sleep in the morning, so let’s go this afternoon.” Wang Xiucheng stood up: “I’ll take you home first.”
So a total of 7 people squeezed into the elevator. Miyoshi Ayaka's assistant looked at Ma Wei and the others and saw that they were big and strong and didn't look like good people. She was so scared that she hid behind Miyoshi Ayaka.
After sending Ayaka Miyoshi back, the group took the elevator up again.
Zeng Fanbo wanted to say something several times, but he held back.
Wang Xiucheng spotted him through the metal doors of the elevator and asked, "What do you want to say?"
"Brother Wang, do you have some plans?" Zeng Fanbo finally asked.
In his memory, Wang Xiucheng was a person who always had a reason for doing everything.
Giving up training with Durant for this woman seems unbelievable to Zeng Fanbo.
Brother Wang must have his own concerns.
That's why he had this question.
Wang Xiucheng frowned for a moment. In fact, the last time he saw Miyoshi Ayaka, he felt that the way she looked at him was strange.
But he couldn't say this to Zeng Fanbo.
After thinking for a moment, he said in a serious tone, "This woman has a good relationship with Watanabe's wife. Perhaps we can find out something through her."
Upon hearing this, Zeng Fanbo's eyes lit up.
See, I told you it wasn't what I thought. I told you Brother Wang was very farsighted.
Sigh, Wang Ge, you've worked so hard for the national team!
"What about the training this afternoon?" Zeng Fanbo asked again.
“I’ll talk to Durant and have him train you. I won’t be going today.”
……
3pm.
Wang Xiucheng and Miyoshi Ayaka appeared on the bustling streets of New York, wearing hats and masks.
Wang Xiucheng is over 1.9 meters tall, and Miyoshi Ayaka is a model; their appearance immediately attracted a lot of attention.
For the entire afternoon, Wang Xiucheng and Miyoshi Ayaka visited many scenic spots, stopping at each one like a couple.
It wasn't until 10 p.m. that the two arrived at a high-end restaurant.
Wang Xiucheng had actually been to this restaurant before, but back then it was Jaylen Green who treated him, and he brought his sister Jiang Yan.
We were sitting in a private room that offered a decent level of privacy.
Wang Xiucheng took the menu, ordered some food, and also ordered food for Ma Wei and the others who had been with him all day, before sending the waiter away.
"Tired?"
Wang Xiucheng asked.
Ayaka Miyoshi shook her head.
Actually, she was very tired. Although she wore sneakers today, she still felt that her ankles might be chafed.
She hadn't walked for this long in a long time.
But she didn't want to say anything, and didn't want to ruin the date because of herself.
Yes, in Ayaka Miyoshi's view, this is a date.
Although the two never even held hands.
"How did you and Watanabe's wife meet?" Wang Xiucheng opened a bottle of water and handed it to Miyoshi Ayaka.
“We used to be in the same agency and often walked the runway together, so our relationship got better and better. But since she got engaged, Xiaozi has rarely worked.”
Ayaka Miyoshi continued, "In our view, once a woman gets married, she will no longer go out to work and will only stay at home to take care of her husband and children."
Just as he was about to say something more, Wang Xiucheng's phone rang.
Wang Xiucheng glanced at it, smiled apologetically, and then went to the window where he could see the Empire State Building.
Standing by the window, leaning against the wall, Wang Xiucheng answered the phone.
"Hello Mr. Wang, this is Evans," the voice on the phone came quickly.
"Hello Evans, it's so late, I'm on a date, you must have something important to do, right?" Wang Xiucheng didn't seem to mind, but his words were rather blunt.
Furthermore, Wang Xiucheng wasn't carrying Miyoshi Ayaka on his back, which made Miyoshi Ayaka blush again upon hearing the word "date."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, but I've already resigned from my previous job and just started at a new company today. I'm calling to let you know."
Evans was very polite, after all, Wang Xiucheng was his biggest client.
It was precisely because of this client that he had the confidence to switch jobs and come to a company with better pay and higher commission rates.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiucheng was slightly taken aback. He had switched jobs?
That damn Evans, he just quietly switched jobs.
This almost ruined my important business.
I've been planning this for a whole year, and this idiot almost ruined it all!
“Mr. Wang, it’s like this,” Evans said. “This new company has promised me higher odds, so if you come here, I will offer you the highest odds in all of Las Vegas. Please rest assured.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiucheng finally understood; so that's how it was.
Evans likely demanded a higher commission from his former company, the Stratosphere Hotel, because of himself.
However, the result should be that the other party did not agree.
So Evans took Wang Xiucheng, a major client, with him when he switched jobs.
Perhaps Evans had already planned to switch jobs before the stratospheric negotiations even began.
The other party must have promised Evans a higher commission.
After all, a "high-quality" customer like Wang Xiucheng is quite rare.
This is somewhat like a workplace scene in a movie or TV show, where a salesperson runs off with client resources.
"Mr. Wang, the World Cup is about to start, and I have carefully selected several upsets, just waiting for you to come."
Wang Xiucheng snorted coldly: "Evans, I don't know what kind of new company you've gone to, but I've already lost a lot of money with you, and you should know that."
"This time I want to make back my investment with interest in one go. I hope your new company has that capability."
Evans became visibly excited upon hearing this, fearing that Wang Xiucheng would stop buying from him because of his job change.
"Mr. Wang, rest assured, I will definitely serve you better."
"That's for the best." Wang Xiucheng snorted again. "Do you know why I haven't been to Las Vegas for the past two weeks?"
"I don't know," Evans replied politely.
"This time I'm going big. I've teamed up with some of my Nets teammates and some friends from my country. We've pooled a lot of money and are just waiting for the World Cup to start."
Wang Xiucheng said confidently.
Evans on the phone visibly took a deep breath and tentatively asked, "Mr. Wang, if I may ask, how much are we planning to invest this time?"
“A few million,” Wang Xiucheng said directly. “But Durant hasn’t said he’d join yet, so I still have to persuade him.”
Evans took another deep breath.
millions?
Durant hasn't joined yet?
How much would it cost if Durant joined in?
If we're talking about the richest player on the Nets, it's probably Kevin Durant.
Evans foresaw that Wang Xiucheng would have a special status in the Nets, which was related to his strength and the Nets' owner.
But Evans didn't expect that these Nets players would even join Wang Xiucheng in his crazy scheme in order to get along with him.
Pooh!
It's not crazy, it's a "money-making operation".
"But Evans, this time I'm not just going to bet on the underdogs, I'll also bet on some regular wins and losses. After all, not all of this money is mine, I need to have a safety net."
Evans on the phone nodded frantically.
Buy whatever you want, however you want, the only thing I'm afraid of is you not buying anything!
"Mr. Wang, please rest assured, Evans will definitely be your best friend."
Evans said somewhat excitedly at the end of the phone call.
This Chinese man is indeed my lucky star!
This deal is done! We can just buy the house in Los Angeles directly. Why bother with installments? Who are you trying to insult?
Wang Xiucheng put away his phone and looked up to find that Miyoshi Ayaka had been lost in thought for some time.
Wang Xiucheng didn't call out to her, he just smiled and looked at her.
Ayaka Miyoshi has a favorite old movie that she watches several times every year: "Love Letter".
There's a scene where the male protagonist is leaning against the window reading a book, a gentle breeze blowing through the white curtains, which then lightly brush against his face.
The male lead's charm reached its peak at this moment, at least for the female lead in the movie.
The way Wang Xiucheng was making a phone call by the window just now unconsciously overlapped with this scene in the movie.
At this moment, it seemed that Wang Xiucheng had transformed into the male protagonist in a movie.
The boy who secretly loved the female lead, but never confessed his feelings to her until the very end.
Every time Ayaka Miyoshi sees this poignant scene in a movie, she cries for a long time.
But at this moment, looking at Wang Xiucheng's handsome profile and the way the moonlight shone on his face, Miyoshi Ayaka vowed that she would never let the regrets in the movie happen to her.
Even if the other party is Chinese.
Suddenly realizing that Wang Xiucheng was staring at her, Miyoshi Ayaka, who had been lost in her own thoughts, blushed.
She asked somewhat apologetically, "Is there something on my face?"
"No." Wang Xiucheng shook his head and sat down next to her.
Just then, the meals that Wang Xiucheng had ordered started arriving one after another.
The two chatted while eating.
An hour later.
Wang Xiucheng finished serving all the meat on Sanji Caihua's plate before calling the manager outside the room in.
"Let's settle the bill," Wang Xiucheng said.
"Mr. Wang, Mr. Jalen Green specifically instructed that if you dine here, you must put it on his tab," the manager, who looked to be in his thirties, said politely.
Wang Xiucheng smiled upon hearing this.
Wang Xiucheng didn't want to put the debt on Green's account, since he was no longer playing for Houston.
But since Green had specifically contacted the restaurant, Wang Xiucheng couldn't refuse him.
For both Wang Xiucheng and Jalen Green, it was just the cost of a meal, not much at all.
But Jalen Green wanted to use this method to tell Wang Xiucheng that they were still brothers.
"Alright, then let's hang it in his tent."
Wang Xiucheng nodded in agreement, but still took out a thousand dollars from his wallet and handed it to the manager.
"I'll treat the restaurant staff to a late-night snack tonight, it's on me."
The manager's face lit up with joy. Without any pretense, he accepted the money and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wang."
"let's go."
Wang Xiucheng stood up and put on his hat and mask first.
Ayaka Miyoshi also stood up.
However, compared to Wang Xiucheng, wearing a hat is a bit more troublesome for her, as she has to tuck her long hair behind the hat.
So while she was fixing her hair, Wang Xiucheng took the mask and put it on her himself.
Feeling the warmth from Wang Xiucheng's palm, Ayaka Miyoshi's face was already burning red.
She kept her head down, didn't say anything, and clasped her hands together, not knowing where to put them.
"Let's go." After putting the mask on her, Wang Xiucheng took the lead and walked out.
Ayaka Miyoshi reached out to shake Wang Xiucheng's hand, but ultimately let go.
For an entire day, she didn't even get to hold Wang Xiucheng's hand. Only a few times when they were in the corridor would Wang Xiucheng take the initiative to pull her hand, and then he would quickly let go.
This made Ayaka Miyoshi feel like a failure.
Half an hour later, I returned to the hotel in a daze, and Ayaka Miyoshi opened the door in front of my room.
But instead of going in right away, she lowered her head and asked softly, "Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"