my old life

Chapter 2148 Enemy of Japan

In my impression, cherry blossoms and Mount Fuji represent a nation, very recognizable patterns, just like the Great Wall and the Forbidden City are geographical indications.

There are some flower arrangements next to the main seat on the right. The whole room is made of wood, which looks very much like a sauna in a bath center.

It's just that there are some flower arrangements on the walls, which seem to have been carefully arranged, and there is a quiet tea fragrance in the air.

There are many low long tables near the wall on both sides of the middle, each table is about one meter long, and the wooden floor is covered with soft cloth and cushions, it should be a reception room for entertaining people.

Mr. Yoshikawa said a few words to Mike, then turned around and greeted the others to take their seats.

After everyone was seated, several women in kimonos entered the room and began to serve tea to everyone. The process was the same as when drinking tea trays.

I have heard that Japanese people pay attention to the tea ceremony before, but today I saw that there are many processes, and I feel that it is more ornamental than practical.

From the way of reception just now to the tea ceremony now, I can see a very obvious place, that is, Mike has never been here before.

No matter how familiar Mr. Yoshikawa and Mike are, they can't escape my eyes, because many stylized things will only entertain friends who come to the door for the first time.

After a tea ceremony performance, there was an extra cup of tea in front of everyone, only a very small one. Mr. Yoshikawa invited everyone to raise their glasses together.

The tea tastes good in the mouth, with a hint of sweetness in the fragrance. I don’t know much about tea, but I know that if there is sweetness, it is good tea.

Generally, the clearer the color of the tea, the better the quality, and the higher the grade of the tea that can bring a strong fragrance without the need for too strong tea.

After the first cup of tea, several women in kimonos entered, holding fans in their hands, and lined up in the open space in the middle, as if they were going to perform singing and dancing.

Mr. Yoshikawa clapped his hands, and several women began to perform songs and dances, and a strong amorous feeling came over us. I didn't expect to see this set here.

I've only seen this kind of scene on TV before, and I didn't feel anything when I actually saw it, maybe because there was no music dubbing for watching it live.

Watching them twist and turn is very awkward, and it feels like there is basically no routine, just cover the face with a fan, and then slowly open it...

Soon I learned the real purpose of cabaret, which is not pure appreciation, but a way to relax.

Mr. Yoshikawa and Mike kept whispering, and everyone else had nothing to do. It was better to watch the singing and dancing than to wait and see.

"GOOD!" Jones gave them a thumbs up, motioning for me to watch the show together.

"Not bad." I nodded my head in line with the sentence, but I didn't feel anything.

These women all smelled of strong perfume, and the movements of the song and dance performances were very slow, and there was not much technicality to speak of.

It stands to reason that Ono should be in charge of contacting tonight, but he was never seen from the beginning to the end.

"Bai Xingchen, where is Ono?" I asked in a low voice, but he shook his head to express his confusion.

I thought about it for a while, maybe this guy is looking for a helper?

In less than 10 minutes, the sliding door opened, and the old butler led a few people in, and Mr. Yoshikawa stood up to greet him.

Behind a man with a big belly was two men and a woman, all of whom seemed to be around 30 years old. There was a shrewd businessman in his eyes.

At first glance, these people are of Japanese descent. Although they all have black hair and yellow skin, there is still a gap if you look closely!
They were carrying suitcases in their hands. It seemed that their opponents had arrived tonight. They probably came here to gamble.

"Mr. Kimura."

Yoshikawa politely arranged them on the left side, that is, on the opposite side of us. Kabuki blocked each other's sight, but they both knew that they were about to become rivals.

There are never friends at the poker table. The essence of the game is that there are winners and losers. Simply put, everyone wants to be a winner instead of a loser!
The group of people in front had just entered the door less than 2 minutes later, and another group of people came in behind. A man with bright eyes came, followed by a few boys in suits.

The leading man was wearing a gray and white suit, his eyes were sharp, and he looked at people with hostility, and the young people behind him had a social atmosphere.

Although this group of people seem to know the rules very well, I feel that they are the same kind of people as Ono, and some things can be seen from their eyes!

"Mr. Fujiwara." Yoshikawa stood up and greeted politely, his attitude and tone were obviously different from before.

Fujiwara tidied up his gray suit and nodded arrogantly. The gap between status and grade immediately widened. From the attitude, one can tell who is superior and who is inferior.

Mr. Yoshikawa clapped his hands to signal the exit of Kabuki, and at the same time Mike stood up, and I followed suit.

After the two groups of people entered the room, Mike didn't stand up to say hello. It can be seen that they didn't know each other. If they were familiar friends, they would always stand up and say hello.

Two women in kimonos walked over quickly and opened the screen on the left. Behind it was a separate space, and a card table appeared in front of them.

Under the leadership of Mr. Yoshikawa, everyone entered the room behind the screen, and the two women immediately closed the screen, which looked more like a private chess room.

The space in this room is much larger than imagined. When I see the card table, I feel that I have come to the right place. Only the card table is the battlefield of old people!
Being able to place a gaming table in the living room shows that the owner must be used to playing cards. This feeling is completely different from a casino, and it is more like inviting friends to gamble at home.

There is a row of low sofas next to the gaming table, which seems to provide a place for people to rest, and it feels like this should be a place where there are often gambling games.

Mike signaled Jones to put the suitcase beside him, and when he opened it, he saw that there were all green bills, and someone beside him quickly counted the funds.

It seems that it should be here to exchange chips. Yoshikawa is also a guarantor as an intermediary, and he is also the organizer of this game.

Judging from the various things here, Mike and Yoshikawa are not familiar with each other. Generally, those who are familiar with it will transfer money to the designated account in advance, and then come and get the chips directly.

However, no chips were provided after checking the banknotes, as if they were checking all the banknotes brought by everyone. It seems that tonight is a cash game with high vigilance against each other.

In Texas Hold'em, the cash game does not mean playing for cash, but just a way of playing cards, which is different from tournaments and competitive games.

I lit a cigarette and watched quietly, watching how they played cards and the rules, and also how they dealt with the chips when playing cards.

After checking the funds, the suitcase was not taken away. Jones asked for some chips and someone was responsible for recording them. It should be that the chips were withdrawn at will within a certain range.

Texas Hold'em is different from other games. It is not a good thing to carry too many chips, because others can increase the number of ALLINs.

I saw that other people took chips in the same way, and each suitcase was individually recorded how many chips were withdrawn. I feel that this method is quite new.

After changing the chips, Mike seated Carrera and Jones, but he didn't intend to play himself.

I remembered that Bai Xingchen said that no one is a poker player except Carrera, so Jones is likely to be a money box or a card player, most likely responsible for transferring chips.

Mike motioned me to sit and rest next to him. The rules on the poker table should be universal, as long as anyone who understands the rules can play cards, they don't even need to communicate with each other.

This is the scariest part of gambling!

Any game can bet on each other without language, and winning or losing is judged according to the rules. As long as people have a gambling addiction in their hearts, they will participate in the game.

Fujiwara, who was wearing a gray suit, should be a black guy. He opened his suit and exuded a hostile look, and he could vaguely see the tattoo on his chest.

He sat alone at the gaming table without any companions. The younger brothers behind him all stood upright, and none of them sat down in the rest area.

Two members of Kimura's group participated in the gambling game, both of them were greasy middle-aged people, and they were even slightly bald.

There were only five gamblers at the six-handed table, so Yoshikawa chose to take a seat, and the dealer was a woman in a kimono.

This woman rolled up the sleeves of the kimono to expose her arms, and her arms were full of tattoos, which looked very strange...

(End of this chapter)