"Mr. Lu, you've had a long journey," Ota Ling greeted Lu Liang as he led him to a private club in Chiyoda District, invested in by their group.
Even though Tokyo's population density is five times that of Beijing and twice that of Modu, making it a place where people outnumber available land,
Mitsui Sumitomo had still managed to acquire 30 acres of land in the bustling city streets to build a private club dedicated to hosting important guests.
The club was a purely wooden structure with large, staggered arches, a complex combination of large corridors and courtyards, and high roofs that bore a Tang Dynasty style.
The welcome fleet stopped at the entrance of the clubhouse, flanked by a dozen or more young and beautiful female attendants.
"Welcome, Mr. Lu, thank you for gracing us with your presence!"
Each wore a kimono, kneeling and sitting in greeting, their faces displaying a respectful smile.
