Chapter 233 The island country is like a flower

   On the evening of October 2, Tokyo, Meiji Street.

This is a noisy izakaya. Some off-duty company employees form their own small groups in twos and threes, and gather together to chat loudly. It is estimated that more than half of their stress in the workplace is mixed with alcohol in the izakaya. volatilized.

   In the corner of this izakaya, there are two small tables, one very young and one not very young.

   The very young man was Zhao Song, and he took a sneaky look around. After making sure that no one noticed her, she turned her head and glanced at the not-so-young young man next to her.

   Then he poured out a handful of Bawei Dihuang Pills from the medicine box and stuffed it into his mouth when no one was paying attention. He swallowed the cold and refreshing draft beer.

   "Cough cough..." Zhao Song coughed twice because he swallowed too fast.

   cleared his throat, Zhao Song looked around again, and saw that no one was paying attention to him. Then he greeted the not very young young man beside him: "hey, alone?"

  The not-so-young young man looked around blankly, then pointed at Zhao Song and pointed at himself.

   Zhao Song nodded.

   The young man also nodded.

   Zhao Song said in half-familiar island language: "Together?"

   When the young man heard the words, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he quickly brought the wine and dishes on his table to Zhao Song's table.

  Not sociable, this is a typical otaku, Zhao Song nodded secretly, this is the person he was looking for.

   "Oh, sell the money, get that Mawana!"

   This person is really rude, and the young man frowned secretly. However, he still replied: "Furo Yoshikawa."

   "Piercing the crotch (Cantonese transliteration)!?" Zhao Song looked at the young man's lower body in disbelief and repeated it doubtfully.

   The young man didn't show his face this time, but he still said politely, "Furo Yoshikawa."

   seemed to see the displeasure on Yoshikawa Fulang's face, Zhao Song said quickly: "My name is Zhao Song, I come from the Zhonghua family, the island language is not very good, and the respect style is not proficient, so please bear with me."

   After finishing speaking, Zhao Song looked at him nervously, but if he showed any other emotions, this time the chance encounter was over.

  Furo Yoshikawa showed a relieved look and said with a smile, "Hello Zhao Songsang."

Honorifics?

   Zhao Song raised his head, looked seriously at the islander who was obviously bigger than himself, and replied seriously, "Hello, Ji Chuan-sang."

   After finishing speaking, Zhao Song raised his glass, "Ding~" and Yoshikawa Fulang touched it, and he finished it in one bite.

   "What does Yoshikawa-san do?"

   "Industrial Management."

   Zhao Song raised his eyebrows, "Intern?"

   Firo Yoshikawa shook his head, "I've already passed the intern."

   "Then you..." Zhao Song pointed to the small group in the izakaya and asked suspiciously.

   Yoshikawa Furang smiled bitterly and said, "I used to be ignorant and didn't go when I was called, but now no one calls."

   Zhao Song nodded to show his understanding, and then raised his glass with a smile: "I think our second meeting (Note 1) would be better held in a bar."

  Furo Yoshikawa was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "I know a place where the atmosphere is very good..."

   Zhao Song interrupted Yoshikawa Fulang's words by waving his hand: "Kadancho!"

   "Of course!" An inexplicable look flashed across Yoshikawa Fulang's face, as if he had found a like-minded friend, "Only Kabukicho!" Yoshikawa Fulang said firmly.

  …………..

  Kabucho Ichiban Street is the most famous red light district in Tokyo.

   There are 3,000 maid cafes, Cowherd shops, video shops, touch shops, game halls, and many island black lists.

   However, if you also want to bury yourself in the hands, you may be disappointed, as is widely circulated on the Internet: They do not do foreign business.

   In Kabouchi Ichiban Street, the practitioners have limited education and do not understand foreign languages. In addition, the islanders actually have a mentality of being afraid of foreigners. This fear is not understanding. So here's a tacit rule of thumb: don't entertain foreigners -- not just don't entertain flower growers.

   But there are always exceptions, most custom shops will entertain customers brought by regular customers.

   Of course, 90% of the people on the street are scammers.

  10:30pm, Tokyo Meiji-dori, Cholesterol Bar.

   Zhao Song looked at Firo Yoshikawa with a black line on his face, and his eyes had the feeling of looking at an alien.

"Zhao Songsang," Yoshikawa Fulang said with a wry smile, "this is the **** community you imagine, but it is not perverted, but an atmosphere of joy and freedom. You can take off the mask that you have worn for a long time and be faithful to your heart's content. Be yourself. Free disguise, free expression, looking at the happy affection on their faces, it's really contagious."

   "You too?" Zhao Song looked at Firo Yoshikawa with a frightened expression.

   Yoshikawa Tomuro shook his head vigorously.

   "Oi Chuan-sang." Zhao Song said solemnly, "You should know, where are we going?"

  Furo Yoshikawa blushed, "Zhao Songsang, we can go there three times."

   "Okay!" Zhao Song nodded helplessly, looking at Fulang Yoshikawa's expectant eyes.

   Then, the two of them sat on the bar casually, and then Zhao Song saw a flower-like man's face in horror.

  Blowing God Takuya - the island country version is like a flower, a shy and friendly GA&&AY, Zhao Song knows him because this buddy has appeared in "Kangxi Is Coming". In the show, he claims to have been practicing high-speed vacuum suction and monkey crunching exercises every day for 20 years!

   once shot the dignity of the industry in the arena——Ryo Chii shot the goal.......

   "Perverted!" Zhao Song cursed secretly, staring down at the candles on the bar in front of him.

   "Two shy and cute boys!" Kushinto brought up the prepared cocktail, laughed friendly, and turned to leave.

  'Shy NM*&^b! Thank you LL*&…X!’

   Yoshikawa Tomoro nodded his thanks and handed a cocktail to him.

   Zhao Song sighed, "Yoshikawa, let's go!" He didn't even add his honorary title.

   "No more sitting down parties? This is the bar that best represents Kabukicho!"

"But there's not even a mother here." Zhao Song stared at Yoshikawa Fulang with big eyes. He took the medicine and drank the wine. You brought me to a bar full of men. I've endured it until now. All right!

Being stared at by Zhao Song, Yoshikawa Fulang's face gradually turned red, and after a long time, he stammered and said, "Zhao Songsang, let's say it first, I have only been to the place where I will go in the three meetings. If they find an aunt to entertain you, don't blame me."

   "I'll pretend to be dumb!" Zhao Song gave him a blank look after he finished speaking, "An honest otaku!"

   Hearing this, Firo Yoshikawa's face turned even redder, and then he said embarrassedly, "None of the acquaintances have been here before, and I discovered this store by myself!

  The girls are good-looking and talkative, but it's very uncomfortable after the service is over! "

  Suddenly, Zhao Song stopped and stared blankly at Yoshikawa Fulang. It was only then that he slowly remembered that Kabucho is a red light district, not a red light district!

  As one of the safest cities in the world, Tokyo's Kabukicho is only a part of the island culture, and here, the home run (home run) is his N's offense!

   "Banban store?"

   "Banban shop!" Yoshikawa Furo nodded.

   "..." Zhao Song wanted to cry without tears.

   There is a country's customs, and it was introduced in a very pure manner. Many typos were deliberately made, so please correct them in your heart.

   There is a legal street in Japan. If you have time, you can experience it, but don't go a step further. Foreigners are not welcome there.

   Of course, there are no absolutes, or if you have nothing to learn Chinese?

   I continue to write, not necessarily the second chapter.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)