Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 256 Chapter 253. A fried skewers shop with a loving father and a filial son
The concert lasted until two o'clock in the afternoon. The performance of the four musicians was excellent, and the atmosphere at the scene was also very exciting. The audience jumped and danced to the music and caroused together, and Suzuki Yuhito was naturally one of them.

"Wu Die! Wu Die! Wu Die!"

"Woohoo~! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

"Samurai Never Die! Samurai Never Die!"

The audience waved cheering sticks rhythmically and shouted enthusiastic and loud slogans.

Even Kyushu Makoto, who doesn't know much about rock music, was infected by this enthusiastic atmosphere. I have to say, it is indeed a novel experience to watch girls in swimsuits playing rock music on the beach, surrounded by a large group of people going crazy to rock music.

"Thank you everyone for coming to watch today's show! Thanks to everyone's support, we can get to where we are now!"

As the concert came to an end, the four girls bowed together, picked up their instruments and began to play the curtain call:

"It's summer again~ (Summer is coming again)"

"Crazy how time files~ (Time flies so fast)"

"When I wonder~ (when I am still hesitating)"

"If the path is in the right direction~ (Whether you are on the right path)"

"But I do believe~ (But I still believe)"

"Things come by accident~ (Life is always full of "surprises")"

"When you and me's on~ (Just because we are here together and sharing this moment)"

"Sounds like it's meant to be~ (All miracles are destined)"

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The audience left the stage in an orderly manner during the curtain call. Some people bought photo tickets and handshake tickets, and formed a long queue behind the stage.

"Hey, what a pity." Before leaving, Suzuki Yuhito sighed regretfully:

"Originally, I wanted to buy a photo ticket, but all the money was spent on records from the souvenir shop."

The idol entertainment industry in Wano has many differences from Yanhuang and even Europe and the United States. As long as the audience spends money to purchase qualifying securities such as "photo tickets" and "handshake tickets", they can have intimate interactions with idol stars.

In other words, idols treat part of their "body use rights" as commodities and sell them exclusively to fans.

For example, many unpopular idol groups with low popularity and low income will sell more tempting qualification coupons such as "dinner coupons" and "date companionship coupons". It can be said that they are only one step away from selling themselves.

Facts have proved that this marketing idea integrates very well with the idol culture of Wano, and most fans are willing to accept this consumption model. And such "qualification coupons" have gradually become one of the main sources of income for the idol industry in Wano.

"How much does a photo qualification ticket cost?" General Tang Zegui asked.

"Two thousand five hundred yen." Suzuki Yuhito said with a bitter face.

"Holy shit, it's so expensive!" General Tang Ze was startled and his expression changed:
"That's crazy! This money is enough for me to go to Ichiran Ramen and eat two deluxe meat-packed meals!"

"Don't make a fuss like the country people." Genji Takatsuki said casually because he thought he was too noisy.

"It seems that this is the real source of their income." Jiuzhou Cheng also has a lot of experience:
"But their performance was very good, at least the ticket price was worth it."

"And there are a lot of beauties in bikinis here, and I think it's worth the price of admission!" Mr. Karasawa was also very satisfied: "Just now, there was a beautiful woman with a very hot figure next to me. When she was swaying to the music, the pair of big boys were also there. Play it, it’s a real feast for the eyes!”

"Hey, let's go, let's go, otherwise the more you think about it, the more you'll get itchy~" Suzuki Yuhito looked back enviously in the direction of the stage, where the four musicians were shaking hands with the audience and taking photos: "I would have known I would have brought more money. I didn’t expect that I would use them all up in the souvenir shop.”

"If you really want to take a photo with them, I have some money here and can lend it to you first." Kyushu Cheng rummaged through his wallet and took out 2,500 yen:
"No interest required, just pay it back to me when school starts."

"Ah, thank you." Suzuki Yuhito subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but hesitated.

"Forget it, Kyushu-san, think about it carefully. It's silly to borrow money from your classmates just to take a photo with your idol." Perhaps he had managed to calm down, but he still took back his hand, rubbed his yellow hair and laughed at himself:

"They are idols who attract much attention, are both talented and beautiful. Ordinary people like me are destined to be unable to get close to them, so why should I use 'photo tickets' to deceive myself and comfort myself? Haha~ Let's go, let's go."

After that, he turned around and walked away quickly, because he knew that staying here would only increase his regrets.

After leaving the performance venue, Suzuki Hisuhito quickly changed his mood and proactively suggested: "Everyone is hungry, do you want to go eat together?"

"Didn't you already use all the money to buy the album?" Tang Zegui asked.

"Actually, I still have a little money! Although I can't afford a 'photo ticket', it doesn't matter if I have a meal!" Suzuki Hisuhito took out a handful of coins from his wallet:
"Brother Takatsuki, shall we go to your house to eat fried skewers?"

"Why did you go to his house?" Jiuzhou Cheng didn't understand.

"Oh, yes, I haven't told Kyushu-san yet." Suzuki Hisuhito introduced:

"Brother Yuan is from Osaka, and his family owns a fried skewers restaurant. We wanted to invite classmates from Kyushu to eat before, but you are a busy person and you can't get an appointment every time~"

"I've never heard of such a thing." Kyushu Cheng raised his eyebrows and accepted happily: "Kansai fried skewers are quite famous. Is the Takatsuki family authentic?"

"Of course it's authentic! It's definitely the most authentic Osaka flavor!" Takasawa patted the fat on his chest and promised, "Yeah, Brother Takatsuki, please say something!"

"It doesn't matter, as long as you pay." Genji Takatsuki snorted and said with a hint of sarcasm:
"My father has a bad temper. Don't think that you can get free food just because of lame excuses like 'son's classmate'. "

"Hey~ How heartless~" Mr. Karasawa couldn't help wiping the corners of his mouth: "But their fried skewers are really delicious. I'll never forget them every time I eat them!"

"Since you recommended it so much, I'll give it a try." Kyushu Cheng was also looking forward to it.

After making up their mind, everyone arrived at the door of Takatsuki's house.

Takatsuki Genji's family lives on a commercial street. It is a standard two-story house with a restaurant on the first floor and a private residence on the second floor.

As he opened the door curtain, Kyushu Cheng smelled the smell of frying mixed with the smell of Worcestershire sauce. Although it's a little greasy, it's not unpleasant at all.

It was past dinner time, and there was not a single customer in the restaurant. Even the chandeliers and electric fans were not turned on. It was as if it was closed, and it looked extremely deserted.

"Old Denzi, we have a guest!" Takatsuki Genji shouted inside, not very politely.

After a while, a copper-skinned man with a towel and headband rolled up on his forehead came out, rubbing his head as if he had just woken up.

"You bastard, keep your mouth clean!" The uncle scolded back with an accent that sounded like an Osaka gangster. Seeing his son with three classmates, he softened his tone slightly and asked without interest: "What's yours?" classmate?"

As he spoke, the uncle's eyes looked unhappy, as if he thought they were just freeloaders.

"Don't worry, Uncle Takatsuki, we will pay!" Suzuki Hisuhito quickly explained with a smile.

"Oh, the menu is on the wall. Just write what you want to eat on a note and give it to me." The uncle restrained some of his hostility and pointed at the price list on the wall, his attitude still very perfunctory.

(End of this chapter)