Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 123 Meandering Water Drinking Water
  The vehicle arrived at Kuroki, one of the most expensive restaurants in Tokyo, thirty minutes later.

If this journey were taken by taxi, it would have cost Tang De and Quentin hundreds of dollars.

The Suzuki sisters had been massaging the two of them all the way, but they didn't do any other fancy things. At most, they sat in the middle of Tang De's legs, putting his thighs on her own legs and kneading them carefully.

But smelling her fragrance up close and feeling the tenderness of her thighs couldn't help but make my heart flutter.

For example, Quentin kept telling cold jokes to Don De all the time. It seemed that he was trying his best to avoid being embarrassed.

After getting off the bus, without the service of the Suzuki sisters, he was still reminiscing about the charm of foot arts, and subconsciously asked Tang De: "Tang, do you think the feet of Tokyoites look good?"

Tang De looked at Quentin with a hopeless look: "How about you let the Suzuki sisters appear in the movie?"

"Emmmm, forget it, I think Lucy Liu can give it a try."

Tang De shrugged, and then the two of them entered the famous Kuroki Cuisine under the leadership of Ogawa Sugikai.

"Welcome all guests..." The middle-aged Mama Sang, wearing a black floral kimono, wearing wooden clogs and combing her hair into a bun, stood in front of the door and welcomed Tang De and Quentin with a perfect and toothless smile.

Then she opened the door and led the two of them into the corridor illuminated by warm golden light.

"Da da da." The sound of wooden clogs on the floor was crisp, and not long after, the group was led to the door of a large private room. "Wow!" Mama-sang pushed open the carved wooden door, stepped back and bent over. 90 degrees: "どうぞ(please)"

Tang De and Quentin walked into the house, and Ogawa Shankai closed the door for them thoughtfully.

But what they saw in front of them was not a dining room. In the center of the room was an unexpected small garden rock. Green and dark stones were stacked together, and there were a few clumps of bamboo next to them.

There was another door opposite them, and the sound of silk and bamboo could be faintly heard from inside.

"It's really amazing." Quentin marveled at all this, and Tang De walked around the stone, came to the real inner door and pushed it gently.

The next second, it suddenly became clear that there were two rows of wooden tables neatly arranged in the thirty-square-meter room. There is a long pool in the middle. At the end closest to the two people, there are towering miniature pines and cypresses and garden rocks, and two men in white kitchen clothes are busy.

Getting closer, Tang De and Quentin saw that the pool in the center of the table was actually a ring. After the chefs made out the sushi, they placed it on the tray and floated it down the water. The water flow would carry the dishes to the wooden table. There were as many girls as there were wooden tables sitting at the tables, serving them food.

"It's really amazing!" Quentin's eyes widened.

Tang De also raised his eyebrows. He knew that the origin of this form was the Chinese Qushui Shang. He didn't expect to see a modern version today.

I have to say, I still played it when I was little.

After reading this, I looked up at the wooden tables on both sides and found that there was no one on the left side, while two men in suits and leather shoes were sitting on the right side.

One of the men wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood up and bowed slightly after seeing Tang De and the two of them: "Welcome you two, I am the president of HORIPRO, Hori Wei Yoshiki, please take a seat!"

Quentin learned the etiquette of Tokyo people and knelt down to sit on the square blanket, but Tang De just sat cross-legged. Quentin was a little stunned and thought, is this also the way of sitting in Tokyo? But it looks really comfortable, better than sitting on your knees.

Horiki Yoshiki was stunned when he saw this way of sitting, but then he laughed: "It seems that Mr. Norton is not used to our etiquette yet, which is normal. After all, this is your first time in Tokyo."

"Who said it was my first time to come to Tokyo?" Tang De said directly in Japanese, and then returned to English under the surprised look of Horiki Yoshiki: "It's just that the doctor said that my knees are not suitable for bending downward."

"I see, you can actually speak Japanese. It seems that you must be very interested in our culture." Horiki Yoshiki smiled, and with his gold-rimmed glasses, it was easy to connect with the four words "gentle scum" Come together.

Tang De smiled: "What I am most interested in in Tokyo is AV. I also learned Japanese from it, so the words I use may be a little rude."

"Hahaha." Horiki Yoshiki was a little embarrassed. Although AV is the country's most well-known industry around the world, this does not mean that Tokyoites will not be ashamed of it.

All people in this country have a strange sense of shame. They don't want to cause trouble for other people because it will leave a bad impression, so they keep it to themselves no matter what.

But under such aggrievedness, over time, when others help with small things in life, they will be grateful to others and want to compete with them.

However, when they really face major events, they often appear blind and willful, making choices that are completely opposite to those of normal humans.

This strange sense of shame is also one of the reasons why the entire society has become more and more repressed in the past decade.

However, what Horiki Yoshiki is really ashamed of is that he runs an artist management agency, but Tang De never leaves the AV artists, which reminds him of himself and what he is doing. But he quickly adjusted and regained his smile and said, "Mr. Tang De is really good at joking. If you like it, I can mail you a complete set of CDs as a thank you gift when you leave Tokyo."

"That's really good. I really want to collect various series..." Tang De put his hands on his knees: "But let's talk about things first. After all, I don't plan to collect them casually before I am sure whether it is the Hongmen Banquet. Gift."

This sentence made Horiki Yoshiki's expression stiffen again, and he felt as if he was being completely led by the nose in this conversation.

On the side, Quentin had already stretched out his thumb under the table and made an "awesome" mouth sign to Tang De. He was not a fool. Even though he had experienced some benefits, it was mostly in the form of gaudy things, and the two of them did not. What actual gain.

It can only be said that Tokyoites are indeed very particular about form, even in unimportant places. Perhaps this is the so-called "craftsman" spirit?
  Although in Tang De's view, this is useless and vain capitalist formalism.

And he remembered the general situation of the HORIPRO Artist Agency. He once learned about it when he was living in Tokyo. In the early days, this company was famous for having many famous female artists such as Yamaguchi Momoe. Later, it was listed on the stock market and reached an agreement with a TV station. It is one of the established large-scale artist management companies in Tokyo by cooperating with talent shows.

It's just that during this period, several TV series starring their leading artists failed unexpectedly, and their stocks fell.

Maybe that's why they came to Tang De and Quentin.

After understanding this, Tang De vaguely understood their intentions, but said nothing and just watched them continue to perform.

"Mr. Tang De, please don't worry, and Mr. Quentin, Mr. Otsuka's banquet is a delicacy that you have to taste." After saying that, Horiki Yoshiki clapped his hands gently, and the pool in the center of the table immediately started to flow. .

The two chefs under the pines and cypresses also cut and kneaded the fish and rice balls in their hands one by one, and put them on the plate and let them flow down the water.

The kimono girls in front of Tang De and Quentin's table also picked up the trays that flowed in front of them and sent them to Tang De and Quentin's table.

It was at this moment that Tang De saw the face of the girl in front of his table clearly, but this glance made him realize that he seemed to have seen her somewhere.

After thinking about it carefully, when the girl handed the chopsticks to Tang De, he suddenly realized who the person in front of him was.

"Kyoko Fukada?"

"Hi?" Fukada Kyoko looked at Tang De doubtfully, but she didn't expect that this guest actually knew her.

What a generous gesture, Tang De twitched the corner of his mouth. The cute, big-eyed, and somewhat kawaii beauty in front of him was Kyoko Fukada, known as "Fat Kyou".

The reason why she is called this is because her figure is very hot and voluptuous. The various photos she has taken perfectly confirm this.

So it was normal for Tang De to understand her. After all, he had studied many photo albums of his childhood.

"Do you know me?" Kyoko Fukada asked again. She was wearing a red kimono, her chest was wide open, plump and attractive.

"I've seen your photos before." Tang De didn't say much, but Kyoko Fukada smiled: "This is my honor, Mr. Tang De, I think you are really handsome."

Tang De raised the corners of his mouth, took the chopsticks in her hand, picked up the fish sushi on the tray and put it into his mouth.

The next moment he stretched his eyebrows. The fish meat was indeed fresh, and it was still bouncing in his mouth.

But after eating a few dishes, he felt a little monotonous.

Because all sushi basically has no seasoning, the fish is nothing more than grilled, and apart from freshly ground mustard, there are only some seasonings and sauces to improve the taste.

In addition, the chef's skills are indeed average in Tang De's opinion. He has eaten sushi from those popular Internet platforms. Although there is some bragging, in comparison, the level is still higher than that of Mr. Otsuka. Better.

I don't know why Kuroki would use such a chef to cook sushi. In Tang De's opinion, it is a waste of ingredients.

However, this dinner was not the focus in the first place, and looking at Quentin eating, he was enjoying himself so much that he didn't even realize there was anything wrong with the chef's level.

Japanese banquets are always slow, especially this kind of omakase. Several people ate for an hour, but only half of the ingredients on the chef's chopping board were used.

While Quentin and Tang De were waiting for the next piece of sushi, the chef Mr. Otsuka suddenly took off his hat, revealing his bare head.

Then he put down the knife and faced everyone and rubbed his shoulders: "I'm really a little tired. Kuroda, go ask Mr. Kuroki to host the banquet. It's time for me to talk to the guests."

(End of this chapter)