Hearing Nan Yi's words, Zhang Zelihui gritted her teeth. Although she felt unwilling to do so, she still walked to Nan Yi and sat down next to him.

Nan Yi naturally hugged Zhang Ze Rie, turned to Karikyo Ikeda and said, "Ikeda, do you often come here?"

"Today is the third time I'm here."

Nan Yi did not respond to Ikeda Karikyo's answer, but turned his eyes to Aki Shirasaka, "Miss Shirasaka, do you have a black leather manual in your hand?"

"Black Leather Manual" is a work by the famous Japanese writer Kiyoshi Matsumoto. The heroine is Masaki Masako Haraguchi. During the day, she is a female bank employee and a female public relations officer at night. The general story is that when Haraguchi Moto was a female public relations officer in a nightclub, she relied on finding out the secrets of the guests and earned huge sums of money.

"President, my name is Shirasaka Aki, not Haraguchi Motoko. I have a poor memory. What happened now will be forgotten in a few minutes."

Yaki Shirasaka's answer was both rigorous and appropriate, and showed her extensive knowledge. Nan Yi felt that a US dollar rain was about to come out of the sky.

Ikeda Karikyo asked for a business card, wrote a number on the back of the business card, and turned it over. Ikeda Karikyo's name with his nails and handed the business card to Aki Shirasaka, "Miss Shirasaka, I like your speaking style very much. If you encounter a light business day, you can call me and I will support you."

"Thank you, President."

Shirasaka Aki took the business card and saw the traces of Nan Yi pinching it at a glance. He thoughtfully turned the business card, glanced at the phone number, and then turned it over again, confirming that the number on the back was the same as the number on the front, and instantly understood what Nan Yi meant - he wanted to start his own business and contact Ikeda Karikyo, and he would help you.

He put away his business card quietly, and Aki Shirasaka returned to his role and started chatting with Ikeda Karikyo.

Seeing that Aki Shirasaka understood what he meant, Nan Yi took his attention back, let go of his hand holding Zhang Zerie, and said to him: "Let the waiter send three bottles of the best champagne."

Zhang Zerie was a little stunned, stood up and walked out of the private room and said to the waiter who had been waiting outside. After that, he returned to Nanyi and sat down, "The champagne here is very expensive, and a bottle costs 2 million yen."

"Haha, you're quite interesting. I didn't remind me when I ordered the order just now. Now I'm reminding me? Three bottles of 6 million, I don't have that much money. For the sake of my compatriots, have you paid for me?"

Although Jie Yuhua provides services such as intermediary and intermediary, it does not charge customers for intermediary and intermediary fees. The customer successfully reached a cooperation here. After the transaction intention, he usually orders a few bottles of good champagne to celebrate. The quantity depends on the value of the transaction.

Simply put, the customer pays the agency service fee he deserves to the store in disguise in the form of purchasing alcohol.

When this form of buying champagne became a commonplace, Jie Yuhua launched the "best champagne". Champagne is definitely a good champagne, but its value is absolutely not 2 million yen. Raising the price is nothing more than trying to get rid of the vulgarity.

Before, when there was such a high price of champagne, the customer had to have more than a dozen boxes at a 1-point price. If the champagne was not brought out, the traces of the transaction were too obvious. Just move it out. More than a dozen boxes were annoying, and I couldn't finish it.

Jie Yuhua is the nightclub that has brought the most rewards to Ikeda Club. The reason why Nan Yi and the other two put the conversation here is to come here and spend more money. From their mother Sang Makiya to their capable female public relations, it is Nan Yi who gave them back.

Of course, using this method, Nan Yi can still get some back when he goes out, and he also simply thinks of sitting in a nightclub. He hasn't been in such an occasion for a long time, and the freshness has come again.

"ha!"

After working in Jieyuhua for a long time, Zhang Zelihui has met all kinds of customers. She has unclear mouths, hands and feet, is anxious, pretends to be generous but is actually stingy, shameless, and has everything. But she shamelessly said that she has no money and wanted her to pay for it for the first time.

"I know that President Ikeda is a shareholder of our store. Judging from the communication between the president and Ikeda, it is obvious that the president is not his subordinate."

"Ha, I still like to be called a boss, but forget it, hearing the local accent here should not be a wonderful experience for you. I just saw you familiar with you, but now I think I must have seen your costume on TV and what kind of drama I have filmed?

It is definitely not "Water Margin". It's a little earlier, and your age is not up to date. "The Red Mansion"? "Three Words and Two Shots"? "Yang Naiwu and Xiao Baicai"?"

Zhang Zeli painted her lips and did not answer Nan Yi's question.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Nan Yi knew that his question was abrupt. The other party did not want to express his compatriots on such occasions, so he spread his hands and said, "Okay, my curiosity is too strong. Forget it, don't ask about this."

"Thank you." Zhang Zelihui said softly.

"No need to thank you. The income here is good. I'm afraid that someone will find out, so I'll close the mountain as soon as possible. An An can study lightly."

"Two years to graduate."

"Oh, your expenses are really not low." Nan Yi said sarcastically.

Zhang Zerie can enter the female public relations industry with good performance in Jie Yuhua. Her monthly income will definitely not be less than 2 million yen. After all, ordinary female public relations can have a monthly income of 1.2 million yen. After excluding the cost of styling, clothing, etc. required for work, at least 1.5 million yen will be left.

In addition, customers will also give some valuable gifts, which will add some income.

In Tokyo, if a family of three has a monthly income of 300,000 yen, their lives will be very comfortable. The monthly living expenses and rent expenses of domestic students will basically be controlled within 100,000 yen.

The actual net income of at least 1.5 million yen per month is that Zhang Zelihui's family's parents are all cancerous, and there are two younger brothers waiting for her to be the demon of helping her, so she can maintain a higher standard of living.

Zhang Zelihui is not alone in Tiansha. She can't all these bad things happen. One less cancer, two less living standards, take off on the spot, and no more. She still lives a luxurious life with two young faces.

"You don't understand."

"Maybe I understand that going abroad is just to pursue a better life. From getting off the plane, the prosperity of Tokyo will come into your eyes. On the way to your residence, you must be glad that you have come right. But when you arrive at your residence and see a room that is even more cramped than in China, your psychology instantly becomes a gap.

Later, you met the international students who came first, knew that survival in Tokyo was not easy, and that jobs in Tokyo were not so easy to find. You also took the old path of other international students, went to a restaurant to wash dishes, 900 yen or 800 yen per hour, and washed for several hours at a time.

My tender little hands were scalded red by boiling water, and my back and waist were so tired that I couldn't straighten my body. At night, I only dared to sleep on my tummy. When I woke up the next day, my heels didn't dare to touch the ground. It hurt, and it hurts."

Nan Yi looked at Zhang Zeli's face and continued, "Standing in the smelly public bathroom and looking at yourself in the mottled mirror, you cried, very sad, very regretful, regret that you had to come to Japan.

You had the idea of ​​returning to China immediately, but your face, self-esteem and the persuasion of those who have experienced it made you let go of this naive idea. You endured it, and finally got through the adaptation period. You ran around language schools and working places every day, went to bed at three or four o'clock every day, and got up again at eight or nine o'clock the next day.

Everyone is the same, so you are numb and insist on getting into a good university. Two years of language school, four years of university, and six years of survival may be to keep the clouds clear and the moon bright.

However, you have a face that is not too ordinary, which can be regarded as a good capital. I guess, by chance, you met someone who relied on your face or someone told you that there was such a quick channel for making money. After long or short psychological struggles and struggles, you finally bowed to reality.

You are confused and with shame, you have passed another adaptation period. From the first high income to the high income entering a stable period, you finally have the ability to experience the beautiful things you have seen before, and then you are out of control. You begin to enjoy a high-level consumer life, and it is impossible for you to turn back and endure hardships.

However, you still haven't forgotten your original intention to come to Japan and have never let go of your studies.

Do you think I understand someone?"

"Yes!" Zhang Zelihui said gritting her teeth: "He is also a bastard."

"You have a very keen insight. You soon discovered that I was a bastard." Nan Yi smiled and reached out to hug Zhang Zelie into his arms again. He followed her with his other hand and touched her frivolously. "I am magnanimous and don't bother with you, otherwise you will scold the guests like this. Don't say that you are in Jieyuhua in the future, even if you are not easy to mess around in Ginza."

After saying that, Nan Yi tilted his head and approached Ikeda Karikyo's ears, "What does the bill here contain?"

"25% service fee, 8% tax, President, I'll pay the bill."

"No need, I'll leave first later, you and Kikuchi Jun are at will." Nan Yi said, reaching his hand into his pocket and pressing.

After a while, the school beauty walked into the private room. Nan Yi asked her to get two travel chews (traveller checks issued by Japan) and handed them to Ikeda Karikyo to pay the bill. Then she said to Zhang Zerie: "Go and get things, you scold me for a bastard, I will treat you to a midnight snack."

"There is no after here." Zhang Zelihui refused.

"Don't think too much, there is only midnight snack, and you will go back to your house after eating."

Although Nan Yi said this, Zhang Zelihui was still very hesitant. Once she followed her out, she would have no choice but to do something.

"I said it to you, don't think too much. You are not worthy of my use of strength. Hurry up, I have to hurry up and go home, don't waste time." Nan Yi said angrily.

Although Nan Yi's words were unpleasant, Zhang Zelihui felt a little relieved. After hesitating for a moment, she took her bag and followed Nan Yi to learn about Yuhua.

A izakaya not far from Jieyuhua. As soon as she entered the door and sat down, Nan Yi glanced at the menu on the wall and ordered a tea rice and a bottle of ginger beer. Zhang Zelihui followed closely and ordered the Yuzi Shao and beer.

Relatively silent, the two sat silently for more than five minutes. Zhang Zerie broke the silence, "You called me out to let me eat with you?"

"Don't stay in the well as a heartthrob, occasionally come out and get angry, otherwise you will have the illusion that a man is thinking about you and wants to pull you into the bed. You are right, I am a bastard, but not every bastard will chew on the rotten pear."

Zhang Zerie said angrily: "Then why did you call me out?"

Nan Yi glanced at Zhang Zelihui, "I didn't read it seriously in elementary school? 'Only midnight snacks, I go back to my house after eating'. This sentence is difficult to understand? Or when I passed by that dark place just now, I didn't press you against the wall. Do you think it's incredible? Which slut men really treat you as Liu Rushi for your spoiling problems."

Nan Yi's words made Zhang Zelihui feel uncomfortable. He measured the strength and status of both sides. The sound of her name was filled with a glass of beer and drank it in one breath.

Seeing that he had suppressed the other party, Nan Yi poured himself beer, picked up the cup and took a sip.

After that, the two of them didn't say anything again.

After finishing his meal, Nan Yi put down the payment and left on his own, packed a little kebab in a skewer shop, and got in the car and returned to Kawaguchiko.

"School Beauty, touch the details, first find out her situation in Japan, and then decide whether to thoroughly investigate after I have seen it."

"Dream of Red Mansions."

"Ah? Oh! What did she play?"

"A maid, I didn't remember the character's name."

"I'll know if you call tomorrow. I hope she is suitable and can save some investigation costs. No, Chi Xiaodou's operation is a little more ruthless, it's 16 million, and it must be made up for it."

Nan Yi muttered, still feeling distressed for the two travel books I had just made.

Back in the Japanese courtyard, Nan Yi saw Nan Wuwei sitting in the pavilion, wearing headphones, holding a handheld machine in his hand, and humming songs in his mouth.

"Reading is for the sake of parents' face, grades can prove the teacher's ability to guess questions, you are under pressure and expectation, and you are surviving, as if you have never had the right to protest, who can squeeze into that narrow door, who is waiting outside the door, who is manipulating this game of competition, and whether education is the ultimate goal of education."

Nan Yi walked to the pavilion and took off the headphones from Nan Wuwei's ears, "Stop playing, eat."

Nan Wuwei sniffed and said, "Are there any chicken skin skewers?"

"Yes, I only bought one bunch, it's not good to eat too much."

"Oh." Nan Wuwei opened the paper bag, took out the chicken skin skewers from it and took a bite, "Dad, pull out the headphones, the next song is the home of melon (snail) and I like to listen to it."

"You're very annoying."

Nan Yi unplugged the headphones on the MD and plugged in the mini speaker. The prelude to "The Snail's Home" was played in the pavilion. Nan Wuwei was chewing the skewers in his mouth and hummed vaguely.

"The densely packed high-rise buildings cannot find my home. I wander around the crowded streets, carrying a heavy shell on my back, but I will never keep up. The soaring housing prices will give me a small home, a snail's home, a place that can block the wind and rain, and there is no need to be too big..."

"Little bastard, I'm very dedicated in singing. I won't talk about "Current Street". The house I prepared for you is enough to build a courtyard house. Where do you resonate with "Snail's Home"?"

"Mom said she bought it." Nan Wuwei retorted.

"What's your mother's money, have you seen it?"

"Well... I haven't seen it before."

"Forget it, just think it was bought by your mother." Nan Yi sat down next to Nan Wuwei, sorted out the messy sign, and said lightly: "Your route will be two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh, when will you go home next time?" Nan Wuwei nodded.
To be continued...