C888 There Is No Place to Cry

Daoyi Matsushita, who was in his drunken sleep, finally came out from Ginza the next afternoon. With a phone in hand, he spoke into the phone with a flattering expression on his face. Soon, he hung up the phone and walked back to his villa in satisfaction.

He had to entertain a few USA people tonight, so he had to go back and make some good arrangements. If they could win the contract this time