Japanese big things

In the Japanese entertainment circle, it is not terrible to be exposed to pornography, gambling, and drugs. After all, any artist who is involved in this circle will have more or less secret channels to be exposed to such things.

If your will is not strong enough, you may be dragged into the water even if you don't intend to touch those things.

However, compared to the consequences of China's complete ban, the Japanese entertainment circle has given these bad artists a chance to breathe.

As long as the firm behind the case is strong and willing to strongly support the comeback of the bad artist, then the artist involved in the case may return to the entertainment industry.

After all, numerous similar incidents have established a standard public relations process in the Japanese entertainment industry.

First, he held a press conference, then he pouted in a spirited way, then he cried bitterly, and finally he announced his retirement from the entertainment industry.

As for when this step will come back? It must wait until the negative public opinion has completely subsided and people have almost forgotten about it.

If someone is still holding on, you can spray him. Just like what some congressmen said: I have bowed and apologized, what else do you want?

In comparison, the TV stations that have enveloped the Japanese entertainment industry are much more terrifying. Once you are completely blocked by the TV station, you have basically said goodbye to the entertainment industry.

After all, the pie in Japan's entertainment industry is big enough, and agencies and artists rarely choose to develop in overseas markets, and not many people have that ability.

Kitano Takeshi and others knew something about Masahiro Nakamura, but their understanding was not deep enough, so it was unnecessary to worry.

Nakamura Masahiro couldn't reveal those personal details, so he could only chat casually with the big guys for a few words, and then skip the topic.

After happily eating, the atmosphere was still extremely warm, so the group returned to the club downstairs.

As the saying goes, wine warms the mind, and after eating and drinking, Kitano Takeshi and others soon showed their true colors in the Japanese entertainment circle.

Although the overall situation was relatively restrained, the various dirty jokes and the small movements of raising and lowering hands made the female publicists’ cheeks turn red and they all gasped.

Masahiro Nakamura often calls himself an experienced driver, but when he meets truly experienced drivers like Kitano Takeshi, he still feels ashamed of himself.

The female publicist Mei Xiang who accompanied him was even more shy, her face was red as if she was about to bleed, and there was a slight drop of sweat on the tip of her nose.

Even if Nakamura Masahiro didn't touch her, her panicked eyes had nowhere to rest, and she glanced around unconsciously, but she didn't dare to look at Nakamura Masahiro.

The tightly closed legs were twisting a little restlessly, as if they were restraining something? Meixiang's expression was also a little weird.

"Are you OK?"

Subconsciously, he reached out and touched the forehead of female publicist Mei Xiang. Nakamura Masahiro felt that the other party seemed to have a slight fever?

Strange, does she have a cold? However, she doesn’t look like she is sick?

While Nakamura Masahiro was puzzled, he put his palm against his forehead and felt it. It seemed that the temperature of the two people was not much different.

"No, it's okay..."

Female publicist Mei Xiang held back her shyness and shook her head nervously, then suddenly stood up and said: "Smith Marseille, I'm going out for a while..."

Confused, Masahiro Nakamura turned sideways and stepped out of the passage, watching the female publicist Mei Xiang quickly walk out of the box in a slightly flustered manner.

"Yeah, Nakamura is also an innocent little boy..."

Kitano Takeshi's face was half-smiling, and his stiff expression had an inexplicable sense of ridicule. Coupled with his words, it was simply full of ridicule.

"At this time, you should take the initiative to help..."

"It looks like tonight will be a pleasant night."

Kurosawa Kiyoshi agreed. The word "ambiguity" was written all over his face with a smile. He commented in elegant words: "Nakamura-san, you must show the wild side of men."

"Don't be embarrassed, as long as she doesn't refuse directly, it means consent."

Even though Takio Yoshida looks a little elegant when he wears glasses, he fully interprets the term "gentle scum".

"All the ladies in Ginza are like this. As long as you take the initiative, you will definitely have a chance."

"It would be a shame if something wonderful didn't happen when I came to Ginza..."

Kanemaru Yoshino's usual elegant temperament was gone, and the smile on her face felt inexplicably greasy.

"Nakamura-san, you must seize the opportunity..."

Ryuichi Sakamoto, Masayuki Mori and others who were silent on the side had the same aunty smile, and the female publicists who accompanied them looked at Masahiro Nakamura with extremely ambiguous eyes.

They are all extremely experienced veterans of the entertainment industry. How could they not know what the exciting and ambiguous atmosphere just now would produce?

Maybe Nakamura Masahiro and the new female publicist haven't realized that aspect yet, but they will always react belatedly.

The hints from Takio Yoshida and Yoshinori Kanemaru were obvious enough, and Masahiro Nakamura naturally came to his senses.

Although he didn't mind experiencing the Ginza style, being teased by Kitano Takeshi and others really made Nakamura Masahiro extremely embarrassed.

Just like the previous female publicist Meixiang, Nakamura Masahiro also became a little restless and felt uncomfortable all over.

About ten minutes later, the female publicist Meixiang did not return to the box, which made Masahiro Nakamura feel curious.

Since he was uncomfortable staying in the box, Nakamura Masahiro simply used this as an excuse to go out for some fresh air.

"I'll go out and see her..."

The seniors didn't take it seriously. They laughed and teased Nakamura Masahiro casually and let him leave the box.

After coming out of the box, the dull, depressing and hormonal atmosphere finally dissipated a lot, and the air Nakamura Masahiro breathed felt a little fresher.

Perhaps due to psychological effects, Nakamura Masahiro felt that his collar was a little tight and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to loosen it a little.

Heaving a long sigh of relief, Nakamura Masahiro walked out slowly, preparing to find a place to stay quietly for a few minutes.

Although it is a very happy thing to meet many big names in the entertainment industry, the generation gap is difficult to erase, so Nakamura Masahiro has always been a little depressed.

The irritability slowly grows in my heart, like a flame in the wind that refuses to be extinguished. The feeling of emptiness and mist is very mysterious.

"Eh? What's going on?"

As soon as he came to the lobby outside, Nakamura Masahiro saw many guests and female publicists gathered together. He didn't know what they were watching.

A man's rough voice sounded from time to time among the people who were surrounded. Because he was a little far away, I couldn't hear clearly what was being said?

"Smith Marseille, what happened?"

Out of curiosity, Masahiro Nakamura walked to the outside of the crowd and quietly asked a female publicist about the situation.

"It's Shimada Sensuke-san..."

The female publicist turned back and glanced at Masahiro Nakamura. After being stunned for a moment, she answered in a very respectful tone.

The customers who can spend money at the Ginza Club are basically either rich or expensive, so the female publicist naturally deals with them carefully.

"He seemed to have drank a lot. He just stopped a publicist who was passing by and wanted to be accompanied by someone to drink with him..."

"But the other party didn't want to, so he hit him... Mamasang has already gone up, but it seems he can't handle it."

"Shimada Sensuke?"

As soon as he heard the name, Nakamura Masahiro immediately knew the reason why his mother, Masako Sang, couldn't handle it.

Shimada Sensuke is not only a senior figure in the entertainment industry, but also has a deep relationship with the Yakuza. He is used to being domineering and domineering, and his mother, Masako Saya, may really be unable to do anything to him.

He wanted to avoid this trouble, but thinking about the close relationship between his mother, Masako Sang, and Takeshi Kitano, Nakamura Masahiro felt uneasy and stepped forward to take a look inside.

In the crowd, I saw Shimada Sensuke with his face red and cursing, holding the female publicist's hair in his hand, looking quite scary with a ferocious look.

The mother Sang Yazi on the side had an anxious look on her face and kept saying words of comfort, but it had no effect at all.

The female publicist who had her hair pulled looked very embarrassed, with tears streaming down her face, which showed that she was extremely frightened.

Her hair was messy and disheveled, and she was sobbing softly while twisting her body to escape from Shimada Shinsuke's clutches.

But Shimada Sensuke firmly grasped her hair, preventing the female publicist from using too much force, so all her attempts ended in failure.

Isn't this the female publicist Mixiang? What on earth is going on? How did she get caught by Shimada Shinsuke?

The female publicist raised her head inadvertently, and the face she revealed surprised Nakamura Masahiro.

"Smith Marseille, please give way..."

Masahiro Nakamura said politely while pushing his way into the crowd. The surrounding guests and female publicists retreated one after another to make way for passage.

Soon, Nakamura Masahiro came to the innermost part of the crowd and saw the extremely arrogant Shimada Sensuke.

"I asked you to drink with me, but you didn't even give me any face..."

Shimada Sensuke's body was swaying slightly, his blushing face showed that he was in a drunken state, and he kept yelling.

"Who do you think you are? Asshole, I am Shimada Sensuke..."

The female publicist Mei Xiang who was grabbed by her hair kept sobbing, and her weak look was very desolate. There were so many people around, but no one dared to step forward to rescue her?

Shimada Sensuke gasped, and suddenly raised his arm high, as if he was about to hit someone with a rounded swing, and was ready to greet the female publicist Meixiang in the face.

Mom Masako Sang tried to stop her, but Shimada Shinsuke pushed her away. When she staggered back, she almost fell to the ground.

There was a burst of exclamation, and some female public relations women hurriedly stepped forward and carefully supported their mother, Sang Yazi.

The guests around also showed displeasure. They were all elites who claimed to have status, but they were treated like gangsters by this Shimada Sensuke.

It's just that because Shimada Sensuke is a big shot in the entertainment industry and has a Yakuza background, they don't want to cause trouble if it has nothing to do with them.

As for the female publicist who was bullied, little people have no human rights, and those are all insignificant and trivial matters.

As the saying goes, "Iron-made Ginza, smooth public relations", there will always be beautiful new people joining the colorful world of Ginza.

Shimada Sensuke looked around and saw that no one dared to come forward. His face was full of pride, and his terrifying expression was even more ferocious.

"I will teach you a lesson today..."

While shouting loudly, Shimada Sensuke raised his arms high again and flew toward the female publicist with swift movements.

"Let you see how powerful I, Shimada Sensuke, am..."

Everyone around them showed unbearable expressions. Many people turned their heads or covered their eyes, not wanting to see the next scene.

The female publicist Mei Xiang raised her hands in front of her head unbearably, closed her eyes tightly, and waited desperately for the harm to come.

The next second, a sudden change occurred. An arm coming from the side firmly grasped Shimada Sensuke's raised wrist, like an iron clamp, preventing him from moving forward.