City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 422 - 422 0423 Everything Smells Bad

422: Chapter 0423: Everything Smells Bad 422: Chapter 0423: Everything Smells Bad After being stopped by the waiter of this grand restaurant, the middle-aged man and Mr.

Watanabe had no choice but to return to the private room.

Having rashly asked a strange beautiful woman to drink with him, the middle-aged man knew it would end this way, but he had not expected that the plainly dressed young man would slap him across the face, and now he still felt some pain.

However, in order to sign a contract with Mr.

Watanabe, he had no choice but to try.

Once back in the private room and seated, the middle-aged man and Mr.

Watanabe sat in the main seats, while the others were the middle-aged man’s subordinates and an interpreter for Mr.

Watanabe.

Just as the two had sat down, the men and women beside them frowned because they smelled a strong, unpleasant odor.

This odor was similar to the smell of dead rats mixed with rotten salted fish.

They had not smelled it when they had entered, but now, they suddenly could.

At first, those men and women thought the stench might be coming from the room not being clean, but when they realized it was coming from Manager Guo sitting beside them, they were quite surprised.

“It stinks, it stinks!”

Mr.

Watanabe said.

Though he was a bit lecherous, he was a person who valued cleanliness and suddenly smelling such an unpleasant stench, he immediately felt uncomfortable and nauseous.

He had always heard that Huaxia people were not keen on cleanliness, and indeed, upon entering this private room, he had truly smelled that odor.

Manager Guo was also puzzled at first about why a stench had suddenly arisen.

Usually, one doesn’t notice their own body odor, and it’s other people who notice others’ odors first.

Now, as Manager Guo was looking for the source of the stench, he didn’t expect that it was actually coming from Mr.

Watanabe sitting beside him.

This odor, mixed with the smell of dead rats and rotten salted fish, was indeed emanating from Mr.

Watanabe, and Manager Guo immediately felt somewhat embarrassed while preparing to speak with a subordinate beside him, when that subordinate frowned as Guo approached.

“Do you guys think the stink is coming from Mr.

Watanabe?”

The interpreter of RB was sitting next to Mr.

Watanabe.

He too had smelled the stink, and it indeed was emanating from Mr.

Watanabe; the unpleasant odor was enough to make him want to vomit out yesterday’s dinner.

Manager Guo’s subordinates frowned even more because they could distinctly smell that this odor was coming from Manager Guo’s armpits and other parts of his body.

They guessed it might be the smell of body odor.

However, until then, they had never noticed that Manager Guo had such an unpleasant body odor.

Why had it suddenly appeared?

“Manager, this…”

His subordinate suddenly didn’t know what to say.

“It smells terrible, it smells terrible!”

Mr.

Watanabe continued to say.

Of course, by now he and the interpreter beside him were whispering in Japanese about how stinky Manager Guo was, specifically mentioning the sickening smell of body odor.

Seeing Mr.

Watanabe move closer, the interpreter felt even more uncomfortable, as he clearly realized that the stench was indeed emanating from Mr.

Watanabe himself.

He had heard that people from RB were not fond of cleanliness, and it seemed to be true.

The interpreter didn’t know what to say.

After all, the foul smell was evidently coming from him, yet he claimed it was emanating from Manager Guo.

If this unpleasant musky odor persisted until mealtime, the interpreter and Manager Guo’s subordinates would find the meal tasteless, even if they were eating dragon meat.

In the grand restaurant, a waitress brought over two menus, one for Mr.

Watanabe and one for Manager Guo.

She hadn’t even come close when she smelled it.

The odor was indeed unbearable.

However, as a waitress, she dared not show any reaction and could only wait for the two men to order their dishes before leaving.

The interpreter sitting next to Mr.

Watanabe and the subordinates of Manager Guo, all moved to other seats at that moment.

They glanced at each other, both finding the odor emanating from the other quite repulsive.

Manager Guo and Mr.

Watanabe both stood up simultaneously and sat down separately on the other side.

Even so, both found the odor very offensive.

The waitress went to open a window; obviously, with the air conditioning on, the window shouldn’t be opened to prevent the cold air from escaping.

But now, with such a foul smell lingering, opening the window to let in fresh air from outside made it less nauseating.

After Mr.

Watanabe and Manager Guo had ordered seven or eight dishes each, and several bottles of red and white wine, two female subordinates took out perfume from their bags, sprayed it discreetly inside the room, and only then did the room’s stench of dead rats and rotten fish lessen a bit.

After the two waitresses brought the newly ordered white and red wines, took the menu to the kitchen, to avoid awkwardness, Mr.

Watanabe and Manager Guo seemed to be chatting and laughing, but deep inside, both were feeling uneasy.

The impression was mutual; they both seemed unclean, and in the hot weather, it was easy to develop a repulsive musky smell.

The interpreter had already distanced himself from the two men but still found the odor pungent.

As several bottles of red and white wine were opened, and everyone started drinking, Manager Guo was not in the mood to discuss the contract with Mr.

Watanabe.

He planned to have his subordinates talk with Mr.

Watanabe, but none of them wanted to sit next to Mr.

Watanabe.

Because these people noticed that not only did Manager Guo emit an unpleasant odor, but so did Mr.

Watanabe.

The meal lasted until past eleven at night, and it was the most unappetizing meal Manager Guo and his subordinates had ever had over the years.

Mr.

Watanabe also felt very uncomfortable.

After finishing, Manager Guo hurriedly had someone settle the bill and rushed out of the grand restaurant.

Regardless, this business deal still had to go through, and the contract still had to be signed.

When Manager Guo caught up with Mr.

Watanabe, he asked, “President Watanabe, when can we sign our contract?”

“Let’s talk when we have time.”

Mr.

Watanabe was not in the mood and only wanted to get away from Manager Guo as soon as possible.

Manager Guo did not continue the discussion and let two subordinates accompany Mr.

Watanabe out for entertainment, planning to reimburse them later.

From the moment Mr.

Watanabe had set his eyes on that beauty, wanting her to join him for drinks, his intentions were clear; therefore, now he let the two subordinates take Mr.

Watanabe to a massage parlor for a comprehensive health massage.

“Mr.

Watanabe, you can enjoy as you please, but you can only get a massage.

For anything other activities, the company won’t reimburse it; you’ll have to pay on your own.”

The two subordinates and Mr.

Watanabe’s interpreter took him to a well-known massage parlor in Jinling.