A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

"So, you're the first Chinese person to establish themselves here?"

"You could say that. Before me, there were no Chinese people working as guides here. It was only after I established myself that Chinese people started coming. Moreover, these people all followed me first, and they only left after I taught them how to do it."

"...So you're considered my master now?"

"Haha, you can understand it that way."

"Aren't you worried he'll steal your business?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Li, we all have our own territories. Just like these Yakuza shops, these few shops are my territory. I can just take my customers to these shops. And if the customer isn't satisfied, well, I'll take them to someone else's territory, and after they go in and spend their money, they split it 50/50."

"I understand. So, in other words, as long as you spend money in Kabukicho, you'll have money no matter what?"

"You could say that, but of course only Chinese people are like this. Because these people were the first to follow me. When I was teaching them, it was half them and half me. I set this rule, and everyone must abide by it."

"What if we don't follow the rules?"

"Then let's not do it here."

"What about the Japanese? Do you know how to deal with them?"

"Yes, as I said, they have the Yakuza backing them, and so do I. So our interactions are relatively peaceful. I won't take my guests to places that aren't peaceful."

"Oh~~~"

To be honest, Fan Bingbing was quite speechless.

I came here to stroll around Kabukicho, but somehow it turned into an interview scene?

When her boyfriend asked, Li Xiaomu gave this answer.

Although the questions my boyfriend asked were quite interesting, but... can you guys stop just chatting? Aren't your mouths dry?

Let's go in and have a drink, and see what it's like inside, shall we?

But it must be said that her boyfriend, being a journalist, asked very sophisticated questions. Including Liang Juan, in less than twenty minutes, the story of this "national guide" had been almost completely unearthed.

Of course, this is a broad and superficial understanding.

It will definitely take some time to gain a deeper understanding.

The problem is that everyone here is just wandering around.

Looking at her boyfriend, who was beaming with excitement as if he had discovered some exciting news, Fan Bingbing sighed helplessly.

"Brother Li, how about we go in and get a drink?"

She stated her requirements:

I'm thirsty.

Li Mu was taken aback for a moment before realizing that he had been too engrossed in asking the question.

"Haha, sorry Fan Bingbing, my professional habit kicked in."

As he spoke, he asked Li Xiaomu:

Where are some good places to get a drink around here?

Li Xiaomu smiled slightly:

"I'll arrange it."

During this time, Li Mu was getting to know him, and he was also trying to find out what these people needed through conversation.

Li Xiaomu realized that these people... were just there to watch the show.

In that case, certain sex industries are certainly inappropriate.

So he led a few people into a bar that looked very Japanese.

Although it was called a bar, once inside, looking at the women in evening gowns sitting with male customers, Li Muxin thought it was just like a nightclub.

But ironically, this is one aspect of the "hostess" culture in Japan.

When customers come to a bar for drinks, girls come to keep them company, and the drinks the girls consume are paid for by the customers.

As for the price... well, that depends on the bar's class and what kind of drinks the customers have.

After Li Xiaomu brought a few people in, they started communicating in Japanese. After they sat down in a booth with a decent location, the waiter handed them the drinks menu.

Actually, they're not expensive at all; a glass of wine costs only three to five thousand yen.

Although it's not cheap after conversion, considering the average income in Japan, this bar can really be considered affordable.

During the event, a woman who was around forty years old and dressed very femininely came to offer a toast.

The other person was drinking champagne and was babbling on and on.

"She is the madam here, Takeuchi. She said she welcomes guests from afar and hopes you have a great time here."

"Thanks."

After several people thanked him, even Fan Bingbing pulled down her mask and picked up the cocktail.

Li Xiaomu had always been curious about the girl's appearance, but when he saw the face under the mask, he was instantly stunned...

He vaguely felt that the other person looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

But I really can't remember.

However, I didn't think about it too much. Instead, I used this cocktail to continue talking to everyone about Japanese bar culture.

The group listened with great interest, and before they knew it, Li Xiaomu's narration, which was practically an encyclopedia of Kabukicho's history, had led to several toasts and clinking of glasses, and each of them had finished their cup of wine.

One cup isn't enough? Then have another one!

Xiao Fan probably hadn't been drinking much in the past few days, and with some interesting names of drinks in this foreign country... she just let loose.

Then, the second cocktail was served.

"At the time, I didn't actually know that these guides were affiliated with the Yakuza. I just thought... wow, the income is so high, it's much better than my part-time job. Not only can I save up for tuition, but at this rate, I might even be able to rent a place here. But after only a few days, I was taking a customer to a bar I knew well when, as soon as I came out, several Yakuza officers blocked my way. They asked me which gang I was with..."

"What did you say?"

"I couldn't say it, so they started hitting me. I ran, and they chased after me, using that gang slang: 'Stop!'... Later, I happened to run into a Yakuza guy who often asked me for tissues. He knew me and was quite kind to me. I told him what happened, and when he saw those thugs, he went over... and that sorted things out for me. Later, he introduced me to the gang, and that's when I started working as a professional guide, affiliated with the gang..."

"Wow……"

Admittedly, the story of Li Xiaomu, a "middleman" who operates in the gray industry, does sound quite legendary.

When paired with the ambiance of a bar in a foreign land, it becomes the best catalyst.

It sounds thrilling.

Whether he exaggerated or not, his story tells of a Chinese man who came to work in the red-light district and gradually established himself through his own intellect.

And so, the second cup of wine was finished.

I naturally ordered a third drink.

Li Mu wasn't sure if this was a common tactic used by insiders, since Li Xiaomu was the one who usually raised his glass.

But he didn't care.

To be honest, the news value of this story alone is enough to make him willingly "pay".

Very impressive.

She's much better than the women outside, even in bars, who don't quite fit his aesthetic.

"To be honest, Brother Mu, your experience could easily be written into a book."

Li Mu raised his third glass of wine with a sigh, and, taking advantage of the slight intoxication, smiled:

"That's brilliant! I've even thought of a title for the book."

"Oh? What's your name?"

""I am a spy in Kabukicho, Japan""

"Well……"

Li Xiaomu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed:

"Ha, that sounds pretty appealing."

After he finished speaking, Fan Bingbing shook his head:

"No, no, no, it's very attractive. It's mainly your experience, including how you've reached this level, that's truly legendary. For a Chinese person to do this in a foreign country's red-light district is really difficult. I think you should give it a try. Brother Li is a journalist, and if he thinks it's possible, then your story is definitely publishable. He's a first-prize winner of the National News Award; if he says it's good, it definitely will be."

"The National News First Prize?"

Li Xiaomu was also hearing about this award for the first time and asked curiously:

"What level of award does Mr. Li receive?"

Fan Bingbing smiled and said:

"The Oscars of journalism."

"Oh?"

Faced with the man's surprised gaze, Li Mu smiled and waved his hand, not dwelling on the matter, but instead said with a smile:

"This story is indeed suitable for publication as an autobiography. To be honest, the perspective you provided, Brother Xiao Mu, is very fresh and interesting. If it were published, I would definitely be willing to buy a copy to keep at home."

"Haha, then I'll really write it and send a copy to President Li later."

"Then I'll have to sign it."

"Hahaha……"

Look, he has stories to tell, and he also has wine.

The atmosphere was naturally very pleasant.

However, after finishing the third glass of wine, it was already past 11 o'clock.

Li Mu waved his hand:

"That's enough for today, Brother Mu..."

He took out his wallet, which contained 500,000 yen that he had just exchanged, and intended to pay the bill.

It's getting late, and I have work to do tomorrow, so I need to go back.

But Li Xiaomu waved his hand and clutched his chest:

"Mr. Li, it's my treat for today's drinks."

The group of people were all taken aback.

Li Mu said subconsciously:

"No, that won't do, I couldn't possibly do that..."

"No, no, no, it's my treat."

Li Xiaomu said again:

"It's fate that we met, especially since you all gave me an idea to publish a book, haha. As for what I should treat you to, I'll do it next time. If you want to come over again, just let me know. This drink is on me tonight."

……

"Thanks, Brother Mu. We'll come find you again next time we're here."

Before getting into the car, Fan Bingbing thanked him with a smile.

Li Xiaomu stood in front of the car, slightly bowing:

"no problem."

He then took a step back and watched the van drive away from Kabukicho, which had just reached its peak of activity.

After the vehicle drove away, he looked at the phone number saved on his phone and a smile appeared on his face.

He didn't care about the tens of thousands of yen spent on drinks, especially since the bar would definitely offer him an internal discount.

I recall that reporter, Mr. Li, who looked quite young, but... was very pleasant to talk to.

He felt an inexplicable urge to confide in the other person while chatting with them, and he really enjoyed the joy of having that urge fulfilled.

Hmm... are you going to publish a book?

I must say, this suggestion... is pretty good.

My own experiences are indeed very relevant.