I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 737 - 442: Kyoto Aman, Night Visit to the Young Interpreter, The Professionalism of a Bodyguard

"Do I?"

Shen Yuan flatly denied it.

"Of course you do. You almost glued your eyes to her legs," Fang Minhui said, hands on her hips and puffing up her cute cheeks.

"You're just making things up. I haven't even..."

"Hey, hey, hey, stop right there. There are so many people here."

Fang Minhui hurriedly covered his mouth.

At this moment, the entire crew of the G550ER business jet with the number 22345 had also disembarked and were standing beside the airstairs, smiling and saying goodbye to Shen Yuan.

Olivia even shook hands with Shen Yuan: "Mr. Shen, hope to see you again if fate allows."

"We will meet again," Shen Yuan said with a smile.

Olivia didn't understand why, since even if Shen Yuan chartered a flight back, it wouldn't necessarily be this particular business jet, and even if he did charter this one, it might not be her providing the inflight service to him.

So the chance of them meeting again wasn't high.

Shen Yuan simply thought that this flight attendant's service consciousness and image were quite good, and when he got his own private jet, he could poach her to work for him.

Before Olivia could figure it out, Ji Ya approached with a smile, "Hello, can I get your contact information or WeChat?"

As a personal assistant, Ji Ya was very clear about her responsibilities, keeping an eye on her boss's words and underlying messages.

The business jet was parked at Ban City International Airport. After landing, they had to go through several procedures, such as immigration inspection, biometric collection, and customs declaration.

These things were much easier with a translator present, and it was essentially Lu Xinyue doing the negotiations.

Exiting through the VIP corridor, two black Alphards were waiting, both emblazoned with the words Kyoto Aman.

In ancient times, the little folks of Japan didn't have characters. It wasn't until the Sui and Tang dynasties of Huaxia when they sent Envoys to Tang, and along with the six voyages to the east by monk Jianzhen, that characters and Chinese culture were popularized. So many of their characters are shared with Chinese characters.

"Little Japan, your ancestors have arrived," Shen Yuan joked as he got into the second Alphard following Ji Ya's guidance.

Besides, Fang Minhui also got in, while Ji Ya was ready to take the co-driver's seat, and Lu Xinyue and the two siblings, Tan Xin and Tan Han, were to take the first Alphard.

However, Tan Xin showed no intention of moving, just looking at Ji Ya who was about to get in the car: "I need to sit in the co-driver's seat of this car."

"Hm?"

Now it was Ji Ya's turn to be puzzled.

It took her a while to realize that Tan Xin's main responsibility was to ensure the boss's safety, so it seemed reasonable to ride in the same car as the boss.

But maybe Tan Xin was a bit too anxious. The public order in Japan should be quite good, and the boss wasn't a state dignitary.

"Boss, shall I take the one in front?" Ji Ya still sought Shen Yuan's opinion.

Shen Yuan waved his hand: "Hmm, if Tan Xin wants to ride with me, let her."

Ji Ya's mouth twitched, saying nothing, while Tan Xin also acted as if she hadn't heard, and sat down expressionlessly.

Only Fang Minhui reacted a bit too much, tilting her fair chin upwards: "That's too much, Yuan Babe."

If Shen Yuan could do this in her presence, she couldn't imagine, if she wasn't around... Tsk, she didn't dare to think about it, she really didn't.

The driver was a middle-aged man wearing white gloves, his hair meticulously combed, dressed in a black suit with a bow tie, and a friendly smile on his face.

As soon as the car door closed, he turned to Shen Yuan and said, "お客様,お待たせいた......."

Shen Yuan frowned: "What's he speaking, bird language? There's no one in the car who understands Japanese."

Tan Xin said: "He's greeting you, introducing himself as Watanabe Yudai, the driver from Kyoto Aman."

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow: "You speak Japanese?"

Tan Xin replied: "A bit, but I'm not fluent, so I did not include it on my resume."

"Oh."

In Japan, they drive on the right-hand side. Seeing the driver sitting on the right, Shen Yuan felt a bit unaccustomed. He then turned his gaze to the window.

Both sides of the road were lined with cherry blossoms and maple trees, which looked quite distinctive. Occasionally, they could see signs for "Izakaya" and "7-11."

Mostly low-rise buildings, retaining traditional wooden structures and courtyards.

Fang Minhui's eyes sparkled as she frequently took out her phone to snap photos.

Though new things were exciting, Shen Yuan just felt that the roads in Japan were designed too narrowly. Aside from the dual four-lane road coming out of the airport, most were two-lane with no physical barriers in the middle.

"Tan Xin, are you familiar with Kyoto and the hotel we're going to?" Shen Yuan asked.

It was pointless to count on the class belle; she was immersed in the world outside the window and definitely hadn't done her homework.

"Yes, I've looked into it a bit."

Tan Xin spoke indifferently: "For a considerable period, Kyoto was the political and cultural center of Japan, dominated by service and cultural industries, an important tourism city. Unlike East Border's high-rise buildings, there are more ancient buildings here."

"Moreover, Kyoto Aman, where we'll be staying, is one of Japan's top-rated secluded resorts, spanning 32 hectares, nestled in verdant woodland, with a high level of privacy. It was designed by the late architect Kerry Hill, blending traditional Japanese 'wabi-sabi' aesthetics with modern minimalism."

"Why do you know all this? Have you been to Japan before?" Shen Yuan asked, curious.

"I haven't been here; it's for work."

Tan Xin was sparing with her words, and Shen Yuan didn't bother to keep talking to her. He teased Fang Minhui a bit and looked out at the exotic street scenes outside the window, and soon the two Alphards arrived at the hotel.

Kyoto Aman was the third Aman in Japan, the architecture was primarily black, and at first glance, blended into the forest as one.

A housekeeper in a kimono greeted them early, hands crossed in front of her belly, bowing at a 30-degree angle in salute.

It's said that in Japan, even the angle of the bow by service staff is calculated precisely: a 15-degree casual tilt is used for daily greetings, passing colleagues, or serving tea to guests.