"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is about to land. Please confirm again whether you are wearing your seat belt..."

As the radio rang out again, the passengers on the plane gradually cheered up.

"Are you going?" Hearing the messy voice, Cheng Shaojun rubbed her eyelids. This was the first time she took a plane and she was a little airsick. She asked for a planesick medicine from the flight attendant. After taking it, she slept until now.

Li Yange looked at Cheng Shaojun who was sleepy next to him, and chuckled, "Well, the plane is about to land."

Hearing this, Cheng Shaojun looked sideways at the window and looked at the densely packed high-rise buildings not far away, like a jungle made of steel. You can vaguely see countless cars as big as ants flowing across the complex roads.

"The buildings in Japan are so high!" Although it did not land on the plane at this time, Cheng Shaojun still found that there were so many high-rise buildings in Japan. At a glance, the buildings and buildings everywhere were much more prosperous than those in Beijing.

Li Yange shook his head: "The buildings in these cities in Tokyo are just a little higher, and there are not so many other places."

Japan's economy was indeed very developed in the 1980s, but the truly prosperous cities were Tokyo and Osaka. The rest of the cities were roughly similar to those in the mainland, and there were a lot of them with more cars.

When the radio reminded him again that he was about to land, the obvious downward dive made Cheng Shaojun involuntarily grab Li Yange's arm beside him. Seeing her nervous appearance, Li Yange comforted him: "It's okay, just close your eyes for a while."

"Yes." Cheng Shaojun closed his eyes.

The plane quickly landed at Tokyo Airport. When she walked out of the passage and arrived at the exit, Li Yange felt her clothes tight. When she looked back, she saw that it was Cheng Shaojun who grabbed the corner of her clothes. She saw a pale look on her face, as if she was a little nervous and restrained.

Li Yange raised his eyebrows and was about to ask Cheng Shaojun if he was still airsick when he noticed that there was a sound of rumbling in Japanese at the pickup not far away. He seemed to have noticed it and patted the back of her hand: "If you hold my arm, you won't be afraid of getting lost."

When she was in a foreign country and had no language, Cheng Shaojun would inevitably feel nervous and afraid of everything around her. However, after hearing Li Yange's words, she also let go of the corner of her clothes that she was holding tightly and hugged his arm again, and her expression eased a lot at this moment.

When the two walked out of the exit passage, they didn't have to look for it. They saw a sign in the crowd who came to pick them up: Welcome Mr. Li Yange!

Seeing Fujiwara Yuki standing aside, Li Yange led Cheng Shaojun to strode over, "Mr. Fujiwara, long time no see."

"Yes, Li Sang, I haven't seen each other for many days, and my style is still the same." Fujiwara Yuki stretched out his hand enthusiastically. When he noticed that Cheng Shaojun's face was not good, he guessed that it might be due to airsickness, he immediately said: "I have been on the plane for a day, and I think you are tired. The car is waiting outside. You might as well go back to the hotel to rest first."

"Then I'll trouble you Mr. Fujiwara."

Li Yange let go of his hand, held the suitcase in his left hand, and held Cheng Shaojun in his right hand, followed Fujiwara Yuki and walked out of the airport hall.

Perhaps it was in the relatively sealed car, and there was the familiar Li Yange next to him. Cheng Shaojun no longer felt restrained when he was at the airport. He slightly let go of his hand holding his arms, and looked curiously at the street outside through the car window.

It was approaching dusk, and the neon lights in the city were bright, the traffic was bustling streets, colorful billboards, and pedestrians were rushing. Everything around him was full of novelty for Cheng Shaojun.

Suddenly, he saw a huge TV on the wall of a building. Cheng Shaojun was stunned and said, "Yan Ge, why did the National Taiwan University TV be hung?"

"TV set?"

Li Yange was stunned and looked in the direction of Cheng Shaojun's finger. A huge LED screen was playing a cosmetics advertisement, "That is an LED screen, specially used to display some product advertisements."

Seeing that she was still confused, Li Yange simply said that this was a larger TV screen.

"Isn't that still a TV?" Cheng Shaojun seemed to understand. He couldn't understand LED screens, but the bigger TV understood it.

"It can be understood this way, but I can't watch the TV channel, I can only play specially recorded videos."

Yan Ge smiled and said that the LED screen was similar to a TV. The LED screen hanging on the building in later generations can not only watch TV, but also connect to the Internet, with many functions.

"What does that small translucent house do? I just saw someone walking in."

"That's a telephone booth. If you want to make a call, you can just go in and throw a coin."

"Which one?"

"That's a vending machine. If you throw a coin, something will fall off. Some sell soda drinks, some sell some snacks..."

Telephone booths and vending machines are very common in developed countries, but for Cheng Shaojun, who came to Japan for the first time, the things around him are very novel. Li Yange also patiently explained to her.

Not long after, when the car arrived at the entrance of a hotel, Fujiwara Yuki, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said, "You two have arrived at the hotel."

"Yeah." Li Yange nodded, opened the car door, and took Cheng Shaojun's hand and got out of the car.

As soon as he came, Cheng Shaojun was shocked by the towering tall building in front of him. This hotel is too high!

This is Mitsui Hotel, 86 meters high and 23 floors, and is one of the few high-rise buildings around it.

After his subordinates took the suitcase, Fujiwara Yuki stepped forward and walked forward: "Li Sang, please come here."

"Mr. Fujiwara, please." Li Yange waved his hand and pulled Cheng Shaojun, who had not yet come back to his senses, and walked into the hotel.

The magnificent decoration in the hotel once again made Cheng Shaojun secretly amazed. No wonder when Li Yange came back last time during the Chinese New Year, he said that Japan has developed very quickly in recent years. The hotel with people is so luxuriously decorated. It should cost a lot of money to stay here for one night?

Li Yange took their passports to the front desk and registered. Fujiwara Yuki came to pick them up the day, so she turned around and left with her subordinates.

Originally, Fujiwara Yuki wanted to take them out for a casual meal, but Li Yange considered that Cheng Shaojun had to rest when he was airsick, so politely refused the proposal. The hotel provided catering services. If you were hungry, you would just have the staff deliver it.

After going upstairs, Li Yange entered Cheng Shaojun's room first, helped her put her suitcase down, and said, "I'm living in the next room. If there is anything, I'll just go to the next room to find me."

"Okay." Cheng Shaojun nodded and responded while observing the environment in the room.

I have to say that a big hotel is a big hotel. The single room is decorated in extremely luxurious style. In addition to the basic large beds and bathrooms, there is also a small reception coffee table. There is also a large 16-inch color TV on the table, and even the air conditioner is turned on.

After instructing Cheng Shaojun not to go out alone, Li Yange carried his suitcase into the next room. As soon as he put the suitcase and was about to take out his clothes and go to the bathroom to take a shower, he heard that the door of the room was knocked.

When he walked over and opened the door, Cheng Shaojun stood at the door with a red face and said a little embarrassedly: "That... Yan Ge, how do you open the faucet in the bathroom?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, come in and I will teach you how to open it." Li Yange slapped his forehead and led Cheng Shaojun into the bathroom of his room. He subconsciously thought that Cheng Shaojun could use it, so he didn't say it, but he forgot that it is not more than ten years later, and bathroom heaters are not popular in China now.
Chapter completed!