Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 323
Hua Zejin was skeptical of Xu San's words, because he felt that he was deceiving people, and many people who came to the guild hall were famous people. If this matter was exposed, it would be difficult for her to explain.

"Of course, if it's too expensive, no one will buy it. If Ms. Huaze believes me, then let the geisha sell the wine." Xu San said, turning his attention to the geisha again.

"they?"

Hanazawa is still hesitating, because these geisha have almost zero other skills besides acting.

Asking them to sell drinks above the market price is obviously flattering them.

Xu San looked at the geisha who forced smiles among the men, and said, "There are routines, small routines, if used well, it can greatly improve performance. Also, we need to give them a commission, um, a commission Higher! That way they will be motivated."

Hua Zejin shook her head lightly. She knew the abilities of these women, so she didn't have any confidence in Xu San's words.

"What? Don't you believe them?" Xu San asked back.

"I just heard from my husband that I should be very familiar with the abilities of these geisha, but I don't know what they look like in life." Hua Zejin paused and continued, "If they let them go out to live by themselves, they may They will starve to death in a few days because they can't take care of themselves at all. The more beautiful they are, the more problematic they are."

Xu San knew what Hua Zejin was talking about. Isn't that the virtue of those traffic stars in later generations?To shoot an advertisement requires more than a dozen nanny cars to follow.

Xu San took a deep breath, still looking at the geisha, "It's not important, it's because you're not forced enough, if you push hard, you don't need to learn some things, such as how to please men."

Hua Zejin bowed her head in thought, considering the possibility in Xu San's words.

Xu San poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip, "Actually, Miss Huaze can try to sell some Western red wine, which is easier to add money to than our sake." Locked on a man in a suit and leather shoes.

Seeing Hua Zejin looking over with his own gaze, Xu San continued, "After the Restoration, we were greatly impacted by Western culture. In addition... we have the habit of revering the strong, so many people accepted these Western cultures. Red wine This stuff, for better or for worse, is a sign of class."

"Red wine? You can try this." Hua Zejin accepted Xu San's suggestion.

Zejin is still cautious about Xu Sanhua, because when he said he knew Sakura Jingsong, that was just his word of mouth, because in this world there are situations where you know him, but he doesn't know you.

So Xu San's suggestions are just for reference.

Xu San here is still thinking about how to get Hua Zejin to accept the suggestion, because as long as she accepts it, no matter whether the suggestion works or not, he will have the opportunity to contact the management, and the management of this club is undoubtedly the water supply force.

Xu San wants to kill this army as soon as possible!
Kill even if history is changed!

"Ms. Huaze just listen to what I say. As a reporter, I'm used to talking nonsense."

"Mr. is too modest." Hua Zejin said and poured it for Xu San again.

After a few drinks, the geisha who sang Kunqu opera stepped down, and then no geisha came on stage to perform again.

However, the meeting place did not calm down, because the drinking tables had already been filled, and the voices of talking began to grow louder.

Not all drinkers are drinkers.

For example, the man in the suit and leather shoes at the table not far in front is like this.

Originally, when you come to this kind of place to play, it is normal to use your hands and feet, but it will be bad if you use force.

"Baga!" The man in the suit twitched his mouth, and then kicked the geisha again.

With these two blows, she was stunned and fell to the ground, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

Holding the wine glass, Xu San didn't drink, but raised his eyebrows slightly.

Hua Zejin saw the eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Do you want to meddle in your own business, sir? A hero to save the beauty?"

"Is it okay for me, an outsider, to intervene in this kind of thing?" Xu San raised his hand and drank the wine in his glass.

If this kind of thing happened in the brothel, he might have to take care of it, but if it happened in the little devil's club, she wouldn't bother to take care of it.

Although I know those geisha are pitiful, but they are the ones to blame. They left their good home without them, and they have to go to Huaxia to comfort the little devil. It can only be said that they deserve it.

The man in the suit smiled, very obscenely and arrogantly.

He squatted on the ground, grabbed the geisha's hair, and pulled her head up, "China woman, don't think that you are from Japan when you put on a kimono! Remember, a pig is always a pig, even if you walk out of the pigsty, you are still a pig." .”

Xu San's heart skipped a beat, and he took a look out of the corner of his eye.

But this move was still discovered by Hua Zejin, so she smiled and explained why she didn't care: "That woman is not a geisha, she is a Chinese woman."

"I see. I said she was wearing a kimono. Why does it feel like something is missing?"

"What's missing?" Hua Zejin asked.

"A bit less dignified Yamato Nadeko, more silly."

"Hehe~" Hua Zejin covered her face and smiled.

"Yes, Japanese women should be like Ms. Hua Ze."

"Sir is making me happy again." Hua Zejin poured wine for Xu San while talking.

Xu San didn't care much about this kind of woman in his heart. There are a few good things about being able to accompany a woman here to drink.

To come here, at least you must know Japanese. In this age, you can learn a foreign language without worrying about eating and drinking, but you still have to go to this kind of place to sell meat to make money.

It is understandable to go to a brothel, but this is a club run by a little devil. Isn't this obviously xenophiliac?

hehe~~
Look, it's beaten now!

Should!
Let you worship foreigners and make you a traitor.

This time you know the benefits of being a traitor, right?

Hahaha, Xu San smiled gloatingly in his heart, and happily drank the wine Hua Zejin had poured.

The beaten woman opened her eyes, stared at the man in the suit, and begged, "Please, let me go, as long as I don't go back with you, I can do anything."

"Haha~" The man in the suit smiled arrogantly, "You are from China, so you have no right to beg. If you had behaved better just now, maybe you would have suffered less. But your behavior just now made me very uncomfortable. Satisfied, so late!"

The man in the suit laughed wildly, grabbed the woman and was about to drag her out.

Seeing this, Xu San's heart also changed from gloating to sympathy.

After all, it was a woman who was wailing in front of him. Although she said she was a traitor, this woman did not betray the country, but was pure and innocent.

The wine in his mouth became a little sour, Xu San tapped his mouth, "Is there any shochu?"

"Yes! Do you want to drink soju, sir?" Hua Zejin replied.

"Okay, then I'll get it for you!" Hua Zejin said, turned around and went down to get the wine.

"Please, don't take me back!"

The woman wailed, and shed tears of unwillingness. Maybe she regretted the decision she made at the beginning. She kicked her feet hard on the ground, and after a few kicks, she finally stood up, and then brushed away her hands in the suit.

"Baga!" The man in the suit saw that the woman dared to resist, so he waved his hands again.

However, this time his hand was grabbed by a woman.

The woman's eyes were full of anger, unwillingness, and humiliation, and she finally bit down on the palm of the man in the suit with a determined expression.

　There is no full attendance this month, and it will still be updated as usual.

　　After the yang, the body is still very weak, and the brain is not very bright, it feels like a lump and uncomfortable.

　　I have to prepare a new book, and I feel that it is an unpopular subject. Sometimes I persuade myself to write a popular topic, but after waking up, I think about the unpopular one again.

　　It may be better to be content with the status quo and not to make progress.

　　Today is New Year's Day, 2023, I wish readers a happy new year.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)