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.