frightfiction Chapter 1239 is not as good as 3rd part
Chapter 1239 is not as good as 3rd part
The woman in the crimson gradient kimono exclaimed in delight, taking quick, small steps forward, her slender fingers almost touching the sixth man's sleeve.
"Fatty Sang, it's been a long time!"
"The 'fourteenth generation' Longquan you left here is still here!"
The woman next to her, dressed in a navy blue tomesode kimono, immediately moved closer, folding her hands in front of her.
"Little Fatty, it's been a long time! Did you bring a friend?"
Her gaze lingered on Lao Liu's round belly, her tone suggestive: "Still missing the special services at our 'Plum Blossom Room'?"
He kept calling her "Fat Sang," and the familiarity and enthusiasm in his tone made it seem like they had known each other for eight lifetimes.
The sixth brother shook them off and stammered a loud denial:
"Nonsense! Who...who is Fatty Sang! I don't know you! You must have mistaken me for someone else!"
While he vehemently denied it, he desperately tried to steal glances at Jiang Xiaochuan out of the corner of his eye, his heart already filled with despair.
Thinking that Jiang Xiaochuan was still her rival in love, and might tell Tang Ran on him, she cursed the two Japanese women in her heart.
The two women were stunned by Lao Liu's intense reaction.
But their long-term professional training allowed them to quickly adjust their mindset, bowing deeply again with a more cautious tone:
"I'm so sorry, sir. We were rude..."
As they spoke, the two slowly opened the paper door, and a strong smell of perfume mixed with the burnt smell of tobacco immediately wafted out.
"It seems you're quite popular here; even Japanese women can't forget you."
As he passed by Lao Liu, Jiang Xiaochuan deliberately teased him.
It wasn't that he was deliberately making fun of Lao Liu. The two of them were there to have fun, so they couldn't be reserved and the more relaxed they were, the better.
"Bullshit! It's all a misunderstanding! It's absolutely a misunderstanding!"
The sixth brother's face turned red, and he lowered his voice to angrily defend himself, but he could only bite the bullet and follow along, cursing Jiang Xiaochuan in his heart as well.
If this kid hadn't used reverse psychology, he wouldn't have ended up here making a fool of himself!
The scene inside the Cherry Blossom Pavilion was even more extravagant and chaotic than I had imagined.
The lobby on the first floor was filled with low tatami tables, where many Japanese people sat barefoot drinking, laughing and joking with women in revealing kimonos, their Japanese profanities rising and falling.
The moment Jiang Xiaochuan and Lao Liu entered, all the noise stopped instantly, and dozens of eyes turned to them, filled with undisguised hostility.
"Something's not right,"
The sixth brother felt uneasy under Jiang Xiaochuan's gaze and subconsciously took half a step back, whispering to him:
"Why are these Japanese bastards acting like they've seen our father's killer?"
Unbeknownst to them, Yan's forces had recently exerted unprecedented pressure on Japanese people and related locations in the capital city in their pursuit of Hattori Hanzo.
Frequent checks and a tense atmosphere kept the already sensitive Japanese expatriates and their business owners on edge.
They harbor great suspicion and hostility towards outsiders, especially those with Chinese features.
"Hold still."
Jiang Xiaochuan transmitted his voice, his eyes sweeping across the entire room without revealing his thoughts, "The more flustered you are, the easier it is to give yourself away."
Old Six nodded to himself, quickly putting on that slick smile typical of those who roam the underworld.
She waved to a middle-aged woman in a plain-colored kimono not far away, "Over here! We have a good guest!"
He raised his voice and patted Jiang Xiaochuan on the shoulder: "I brought my brother here today to broaden his horizons. I called out all the best girls here so he could see the beauties of your Japan!"
The middle-aged woman who was summoned was the "Zhongjutou," who was in charge of management.
She clearly recognized Lao Liu, and a professional, enthusiastic smile immediately appeared on her face.
He walked over with steady little steps, first giving Lao Liu a knowing look.
Then he lowered his voice, with a hint of mystery and ingratiation:
"Fatty, you've come at the perfect time! We just had a stunning beauty arrive at our establishment, Ms. Hatano Yui, who has retired from the industry!"
Yui Hatano?
Upon hearing the name, Lao Liu's small eyes instantly gleamed with a hungry wolf-like light, and his breathing quickened.
"Really...really? You're not lying to me, are you?"
He never expected that this man, who had once inspired millions of men to respect him and generously donate money on countless lonely nights through the screen, would become his mentor.
It's unbelievable that it would appear alive and well so close to me.
In his simplistic and crude understanding, this level of "teacher" is what happens after retirement.
They either marry into wealthy families to be devoted wives and mothers, or travel the world with their savings. Who would have thought that many of them...
Especially for someone like Hatano, who has a huge reputation and a specific fan base, their fate is often not entirely in their own hands.
Their names and lingering influence will become valuable resources for certain forces to sell at a high price, and will be carefully packaged.
It was used to entertain "distinguished guests" with special status and great power, becoming a kind of "service" with a showy nature.
The manipulation and helplessness behind this are far beyond the comprehension of an outsider like Lao Liu who only focuses on "instructional videos".
"Oh dear, how could I dare lie to you, Little Fatty!"
The woman covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
She abruptly changed the subject, revealing a perfectly timed expression of embarrassment. "Ms. Hatano is currently with a distinguished guest and needs to wait in line. Moreover... her 'exchange' fee is quite substantial."
As she spoke, the woman made a subtle hand gesture.
The sixth brother immediately started shouting:
"What customer could be more important than me, Fatty? Hurry up and bring her over to show my brother what's what! Money is no object!"
"No need."
Jiang Xiaochuan spoke up at the right moment, interrupting Lao Liu's performance.
Although deep down, as a normal man, hearing this name inevitably stirred a ripple in his heart.
I even thought about my treasured study materials and really wanted to meet the real person in person.
But he knew very well that now was not the time.
If Hatano Yui really came down, he was afraid that the lecherous Lao Liu would completely forget about the important matter.
Moreover, in Jiang Xiaochuan's opinion, although Yui Hatano is famous, she is not as charming and skilled as Mikami.
He subconsciously compared the two ideas in his mind and quickly dispelled the inappropriate thought.
Lao Liu received the hint in Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes and immediately understood the gravity of the situation.
He smacked his lips reluctantly, waved to the woman, and adopted a "professional" tone: "Alright, alright, since Ms. Hatano has guests, we won't disturb you any longer."
"Here's what we'll do: call all the decent-looking girls currently available in the brothel to our private room so my brother can take a look."
"Remember, you need to be 'sensible' and 'good at handling things'!"
The woman clearly understood his subtext and smiled knowingly: "Don't worry, Fatty Sang, I guarantee you and your friend will be satisfied."
Jiang Xiaochuan listened to Lao Liu's fluent jargon with a speechless expression.