Japanese big things

As night falls, the lights begin to turn on, and the pace of life in busy Tokyo gradually slows down. The noisy atmosphere spreads wantonly, and soon envelopes the night's revelry.

Pedestrians on the street were walking in a hurry, each one hurried home with his head down, as if he didn't want to stay too long.

The bright neon lights emit dazzling light of various colors, dispersing the dark night and illuminating the streets.

Luxury cars of various brands pass by on the street from time to time, exuding a decadent atmosphere of money, which is rich and intoxicating.

Signboards of different styles are hung in the air, complementing each other and seeming to be competing for beauty, forming a glitzy picture.

After avoiding a swaying social worker in a suit, the closer Nakamura Masahiro got to Ginza, the more he could feel the rich atmosphere of drunkenness and wealth.

As one of the three most prosperous centers in the world, Ginza is the most representative commercial district in Japan. It is home to various international brands and can be described as a true gold-selling den.

Ordinary people's hard-earned monthly salary may be spent here in the blink of an eye. If you don't have strong financial strength, you basically don't dare to come to this place to spend money.

"Nakamura, where have you been?"

The sudden reminder of the ringtone of his cell phone broke Nakamura Masahiro's thoughts. He glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Takeshi Kitano calling.

"You haven't found the place yet, right? Didn't I send you the address a long time ago... It's right here in Ginza 3-chome, come here quickly..."

When the call was connected, before Nakamura Masahiro could speak, Kitano Takeshi talked a lot. He was truly a comedian.

"Already nearby..."

After Kitano Takeshi finished speaking, Nakamura Masahiro quickly responded: "Sorry, I'll be right over..."

"I'll ask the club's mother, Sang Yazi, to come down and pick you up. You should also move quickly."

"Hi, I got it."

According to the time agreed with Kitano Takeshi, Nakamura Masahiro actually arrived not too late. However, Kitano Takeshi's old habit of not playing his cards according to common sense, there is no need for Nakamura Masahiro to worry.

After hanging up the phone, Nakamura Masahiro quickened his pace and hurriedly arrived at a building in Ginza 3-chome.

The intoxicating light of the feasting lights was full of warmth. The well-dressed Mama Sang and the public relations lady were respectfully sending the two drunken guests to the taxi at the door.

Unlike ordinary bars that let drunken guests go unchecked, Ginza clubs focus on high-end service. Even if the guest is drunk and unconscious, they will do their best to send the guest to a taxi home.

After all, the guests who can spend money at the Ginza Club are wealthy, and most of them are business elites and celebrities from all walks of life, including some well-known politicians.

If we don't take good care of them, they may not come next time and switch to other clubs.

"Hey, isn't this Yuanzi..."

At this time, a middle-aged woman wearing a kimono came out of the building. She looked about forty years old, and her charm was still there, like a mellow old wine.

"Just sent the guests to the car?"

"Hey, why is Masako out?"

Mama-san, who had just sent the guests to the car, was also an elegant middle-aged woman. She responded to the other party with a smile on her face and said, "I heard that Kitano-san and the others are coming over. Shouldn't I go and accompany them?"

"Come down to pick up a friend of Kitano-san..."

Mama-san, who is called Masako, has a smile on her lips and makes people feel very gentle and comfortable.

The clubs she and her mother Sang Yuanzi each run are in this building, and their long time together made them good friends.

"If no one picks up, he might not even be able to enter the club."

"Eh?"

A slightly surprised look appeared on her face, and her mother Sang Yuanzi couldn't help but feel curious.

Although most of the clubs in Ginza are membership-based and do not accept first-timers, if someone introduces you, there is no problem.

If the other party is really Kitano Takeshi's friend, it stands to reason that he should come with Kitano Takeshi. Why is he walking behind alone?

The public relations lady on the side remained silent, with the same curious eyes, full of inquiry.

"Smith Masai, is this Nakamura Masahiro-san?"

Suddenly, a young man dressed in casual clothes broke into the eyes of her mother, Sang Yazi, and she quickly moved towards him with small steps.

"Hey you are?"

As soon as he approached the gate, he was suddenly greeted by a middle-aged mama-san wearing a kimono. Nakamura Masahiro felt a little surprised.

"I am Masako Sang, the mother of the club. Kitano-san asked me to come down to pick you up."

After confirming Masahiro Nakamura's identity, Masako's face was filled with a gentle and elegant smile, and she motioned to Masahiro Nakamura: "Please follow me..."

Nakamura Masahiro didn't know much about the situation in Ginza, but had only vaguely heard of some reports and rumors.

When he made the phone call just now, Kitano Takeshi told the club's mother, Masako Sang, to come down and pick him up.

After confirming the other party's identity, Nakamura Masahiro naturally followed him into the building.

"Who is that young man? Mama-san, he looks so handsome..."

The public relations lady watched Masahiro Nakamura disappear from sight, and said with a hint of emotion: "He's more handsome than the cowboys in those clubs."

Although the Ginza Club has a lot of male publicists, the female publicists have long been a little off-putting after seeing their killer looks and greasy style.

We only passed by Nakamura Masahiro briefly, but his handsome face and boyish melancholy temperament left a deep impression on the female publicist.

Those who come to Ginza Club to spend money are basically social elites in their thirties and forties, and young talents like Nakamura Masahiro are simply rare.

After all, the high-end style of Ginza Club is destined to make its customer base the social elite with financial resources and status, most of whom are elderly.

The places that young people prefer to go are Roppongi and Kabukicho, which have a stronger sense of vulgarity.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Since he is Kitano-san's friend, he must also be in the entertainment industry..."

Mama Sang Yuanzi recalled the appearance of the young man just now and kept guessing about his identity.

"However, it looks very unfamiliar and makes no impression."

Although she pays attention to various news every day, it is to store relevant knowledge and information so that she can be comfortable when chatting with customers.

As for entertainment news, since such topics were rarely discussed, she didn't pay much attention to it, so naturally she had no impression of Nakamura Masahiro.

"Mama-san, when I have free time later, I will quietly go and inquire about the news..."

The female publicist had a smile on her face and said enthusiastically: "Look where this young guest comes from..."

"What? Are you interested in someone else?"

Mama Sang Yuanzi raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the excited female publicist with interest.

"Of course I'm interested. It's rare to see such handsome people in Ginza. He's full of youthfulness and melancholic temperament, much better than those idols from Johnny's..."

The female publicist's words were so reasonable that even her mother, Sang Yuanzi, couldn't find any flaws.

"If there was someone of his quality in the Cowherd Club, I would go there every day to support him."

"I really don't know what you young people think..."

Shaking her head, her mother, Sang Yuanzi, said with some emotion: "I earned the money through hard work, but then I spent it on the Cowherd..."

Naturally, Masahiro Nakamura didn't know that his youth had attracted the attention of Mama-san and the public relations lady of another club.

At this time, he was following his mother, Sang Yazi, in the elevator to the club on the twelfth floor.

Compared with clubs in other places, most of the clubs in Ginza are spacious, with enough distance between booths, and there is no sense of crampedness that is common in Japan.

Therefore, Nakamura Masahiro immediately felt good about him as soon as he entered the club. At his core, he is not a Japanese native who is used to cramped spaces.

"Please come with me, Kitano-san and the others are in the box..."

After her mother, Sang Yazi, finished speaking her gentle words, she took small steps to lead the way.

Nakamura Masahiro followed closely behind him. The brightly lit club was already full of seats and was enveloped in an atmosphere of drunkenness and wealth.

The public relations ladies all wore glamorous dresses, with exquisite makeup on their faces, and their smiling faces exuded charming charm.

They are full of witty words and can talk about various topics at their fingertips. From time to time, they can also express some unique insights, which makes the guests in suits and ties feel happy.

The scene looked warm and harmonious, and a touch of tenderness was added to this luxurious atmosphere.

"Kitano-san, Nakamura-san have arrived..."

Mother Sang Yazi suddenly stopped. She gently opened the box door, bowed her head to the people who were having fun inside, and then reported in a low voice.

"Masako, let Nakamura come in..."

Kitano Takeshi's low and familiar voice came from the box, and he continued: "In addition, arrange for a younger public relations officer to come over..."

"Hi, I understand."

Mother Masako Sang responded cautiously, then looked back at Masahiro Nakamura and invited: "Nakamura-san, please come in..."

"Hi...."

After politely agreeing, Nakamura Masahiro followed the space given by his mother, Masako Sang, and smoothly entered the box.

The private room is very spacious, and in the center is a very large square table with a lot of drinks on it, exuding a strong aroma.

Sitting on the sofa half around the table were a group of old men, Takeshi Kitano and Ryuichi Sakamoto, Kiyoshi Kurosawa and Masayuki Mori, Takio Yoshida and Yoshinoori Kanemaru.

Well, there is a relatively younger middle-aged man in the corner. He is sitting quietly with glasses on, as if he is just making up the numbers, and he lacks a sense of presence.

Among these old men, there were more than a dozen gorgeous female publicists who looked to be in their twenties.

Wearing beautiful dresses and exquisite makeup, they exuded an elegant literary and artistic atmosphere in their every move.

It is said that many public relations girls in Ginza clubs come from top Japanese universities such as Tokyo University, Keita University, Waseda and Keio.

Nakamura Masahiro has always been skeptical. After all, the status of these top universities in Japan is probably equivalent to the famous universities in northern Qing Dynasty in China.

And can’t students who graduate from prestigious schools still find a high-paying job? Do they have to go to Ginza clubs to work as public relations girls and waiters?

However, seeing this scene in front of him, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but feel shaken, and his original doubts became shaky.

"Nakamura, why are you so slow? Come sit here quickly..."