Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

This situation looks exactly like pulling up your pants afterward... Is it like opening the door in front of your pants and taking money out?

Yoshioka Ken wiped his shiny head and the sweat on his face with a white handkerchief. With slightly trembling hands, he stuffed the handkerchief into the right pocket of his suit, tugged at the hem of his shirt, straightened his collar, and then took out a gold bank card from his inner pocket. He took a breath and slowly walked toward Hideaki's position. As he got closer, he became shorter and more hunched over.

"Sir, my name is Yoshioka Ken. I apologize for not greeting you properly," Yoshioka Ken said with a fawning smile, bowing to less than ninety degrees and holding his head high, holding the gold bank card in both hands. "This is just a small gift, please accept it."

During this period, it was very difficult for ordinary people in Japan to run nightclubs without the protection of the yakuza.

After the "Dongzhou Society" was taken down by the "Shanhe Group," it seemed like they would make a lot of money, but in reality, it was impossible for them to make much more. The guys in the legitimate world are more ruthless than those in the underworld. Not only would they reap the benefits without lifting a finger, but they would also impose all sorts of rules and regulations that would make it hard for people to breathe.

If the underworld were involved, they could negotiate with the legitimate authorities and devise a win-win-win solution where everyone could make money together... After all, in Japan, the existence of a portion of the underworld is permitted, and they once even played a role in maintaining national order.

Although Yoshioka Ken had mistaken the person for someone else, Hideaki was not surprised. Perhaps in his eyes, at this time, no other gang besides the Yamagagumi would dare to come and protect his territory.

The question is... is this place clean?

Does Ezaki want it?

"Give me the mobile phone first."

Hideaki didn't take the bank card that Yoshioka Ken handed him. He straightened his pants, then unloaded the bullets from his pistol, clutching the magazine and money in his hand, and left the empty gun on the glass table.

Yoshioka Ken nodded in agreement, bowed and stepped into the crowd, took a mobile phone, and then jogged over, holding it out in front of Hideaki with both hands.

Sophia, sitting in the booth, was looking up at Xiuming with her eyes wide open.

Hideaki first called an ambulance for her, and then dialed Ezaki's mobile phone.

It rang three times before being answered. Xiuming knew that when Ezaki answered unfamiliar numbers, he was used to letting the other person speak first.

"Hey Yoko, I found you a nightclub called 'Dream France,' do you want it?"

Next to Hideaki, Yoshioka Ken's fawning smile grew even brighter, and he nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Oh... foreign girl, you've started your business again?" Jiang Qi's tone carried a hint of sour teasing. "Have you found a few more?"

“The more the better. A man like me can’t resist temptation, and I’m in a dilemma,” Xiuming said casually, then got to the point, “Do you want it or not? If you do, I’ll take the money; if you don’t, I’ll leave.”

Judging from Jiang Qi's tone, she should be familiar with this place. Since she is so determined to clear her name, then I don't need to care whether she is clean or not.

Of course, the sex industry isn't illegal here, so having another way to make money isn't a bad thing.

Yoshioka Ken, who was smiling obsequiously, suddenly turned into a bitter face, put his hands together, and bowed repeatedly.

Kabukicho has been very turbulent lately, especially given the deteriorating economy. If the Yamagai-gumi doesn't move in, other gangs will soon follow, turning the unclaimed territory into a battlefield. With fighting every ten days or so, normal business will be impossible, and the venues will suffer the most, teetering on the brink of closure.

“Hmm—” Ezaki hesitated for a long time, “Give the phone to Yoshioka Ken.”

It seems she's really familiar with the place; she even knows the boss's name.

"You're the boss, I'll listen to you." Hideaki handed the phone to Yoshioka Ken.

Yoshioka Ken held the phone with both hands. Because music was playing in the room, he couldn't hear what was being said on the other end. Yoshioka Ken kept nodding "Hai, hai," and glanced at Hideaki. He then nodded "Hai, hai" again, covered his mouth, glanced at Sophia, and muttered something. Finally, with a look of ecstatic joy on his face, he handed the phone and bank card back to Hideaki.

“Mr. Ezaki, I shall take my leave now.” Yoshioka Ken said as he backed away. “Team Leader Ezaki said that the phone is yours, and I will top up your phone credit regularly.”

“Mr. Ezaki?” Hideaki put the phone to his ear.

Yoshioka Ken led a group of people and ran off.

“You’re my man, so naturally you’ll take my surname,” Ezaki said softly. “I’ll arrive at Yokohama Port tomorrow afternoon. Are you ready to welcome me?”

"Don't worry, I'll bring a cheerleading squad to greet you and do a leg-lifting dance for you."

"Oh? You even went to eat at 'Noba Hot Pot'?"

The "adult kappo" themed restaurant on the third basement floor is also known as "Noba Hot Pot." Its specialty is leg-raising dance, which is very popular among the upper class.

"I just got a membership card and topped it up with 1.3 million yen. I haven't gone yet," Hideaki said, holding the gold membership card in his hand. It was the same size as a bank card, and he almost mistook it for a real one. "How was the taste?" he asked.

"You can try it. I heard it tastes good. People from the tax office and the Ministry of Finance often go there. Business people always need to expand their network."

Women are not allowed to enter there, and Ezaki has never been there either. However, her father, Ezaki Kairyu, the vice president, has a super membership card there. Whenever he invites officials from the Ministry of Finance, he goes there. If the food wasn't good, he wouldn't be so fond of it and praise it so much.

“I definitely have to go check it out,” Hideaki thought of Maruyama Ichiro, the assistant section chief at the tax office. “I’m going to expand my network. As for the leg-raising dance, I’m not interested, since you can’t touch me. Are you okay with that?”

"...You have to pick me up tomorrow afternoon," Ezaki said after a moment of silence, "and buy me durian. Bye!"

Chapter 186 Another Paid Romance?

After finishing his phone call with Ezaki, Hideaki's stomach was growling with hunger.

Across the glass table, Sophia in the booth had become expressionless, sitting upright but with a blank look in her eyes. If it weren't for her rosy cheeks, one would mistake her for a Barbie doll.

"Hello?" Xiuming called out to her, gesturing with his chin.

"What?" Sophia turned her head blankly, her gaze still blank.

Do you know what medicine you took?

“Fluorazepam.” Sofia’s speech was fairly clear, and her answer was quite crisp. “Don’t make me do anything excessive for you. Even if I did, it wouldn’t be willingly. You’re an exhibitionist; you’ve polluted me.”

Because of Xiuming's indecent behavior, she accidentally saw him and, in a strange state, thought he had been given some kind of powerful aphrodisiac.

But then I thought, there doesn't seem to be such a drug, at least not in my medical knowledge base. Moreover, as I became calmer, I immediately thought of the popular kind.

A neurological drug commonly known as "Blue Elf" is a potent sedative. When mixed with alcohol, its effects are amplified, causing strong sedation, compliance, and memory blanks during the drug's active phase.

During the period when the drug is in effect, the brain's ability to think independently will decrease significantly due to factors such as dosage and willpower. Ordinary people will basically do whatever they are told.

However, Sofia's condition seems slightly better; she still has some thinking ability and speaks her mind directly.

"I didn't do it on purpose, my zipper broke," Xiuming said dismissively, then turned the tables on you, "It's all because you were looking around."

Why hasn't the ambulance arrived yet? But judging from her condition, there's probably no need to wait for an ambulance.

He slept straight through until the next day, and once the effects of the medication wore off, he couldn't even remember what had happened that day.

“I was looking at the money at first. You put the money in that low-class position, and I saw it. I didn’t see it clearly, but I was curious and wanted to see it clearly, so I took a few more glances.”

The neon lights in the direction of the dance floor swayed back and forth, flashing by in an instant, making it impossible to focus.

"Let's change the subject," Xiuming said, not wanting to continue this boring topic. Of course, since the ambulance was empty anyway, he casually asked, "What country are you from?"

However, in such circumstances, it is indeed possible to arouse the innate evil thoughts in humans: she will do whatever you ask her, she will obediently answer any questions you ask her, and it is incredibly easy to find any leverage to use against her.

However, Hideaki wasn't interested; she seemed to have no use whatsoever.

Money? Should I ask her for her bank card and credit card PINs?

Hideaki herself is not short of money. Besides, she is so poor that she drinks like crazy for a beer cap with a 500 yen commission. How could she possibly have any money?

The person? She's alright looking, with a rather exotic charm, like a Barbie doll.

But as I said before, if you can attract someone through your abilities, why take this low-class approach? It's not only beneath you, it's also illegal.

“I’m a local, my hometown is Ginowan, Okinawa.”

Sofia was in such a state that she would immediately answer any question Xiuming posed with a question mark.

In her hometown, there was a U.S. Marine Corps base in Ginowan City, where sexual assaults and violence were frequent and continued for over thirty years.

It turns out she's a local, a fake foreign girl of Japanese-American descent... Xiuming was stunned for a moment, then casually asked a few more questions.

Her mother used to be a geisha in a brothel, but in recent years she has developed some urological diseases, including severe uremia... so she sold her family's farmland and moved into her apartment to recuperate.

She chose to study medicine and enter the field of urology in order to treat her mother's illness.

As for her father, he was an American soldier, I forget whether his name was Jerry or Tom, but he disappeared without a trace and had long since retired and returned to his hometown.

Her mother's parents had also died long ago, supposedly from anger caused by her mother. She had also lost contact with all her former relatives and had never even met them.

Because of the potent sedative, Sofia's tone was extremely calm. The way she calmly recounted her painful past was very impactful.

"Do you hate your father whom you've never met?" Xiuming asked.

"Huh?" Sophia looked a little confused, turned her head and said, "I don't know."

She probably never even considered that possibility, right? She never even thought about finding her father...

What are your plans for the future?

"Get my mother's illness treated first."

"That's quite difficult."

"Yes."

She worked herself to the bone for a mere 500 yen commission on beer caps, and she could never earn enough in her entire life to pay for her medical treatment. Besides, her mother's uremia, which had lasted for several years, was incurable except for a kidney transplant. Even after a transplant, she would still need to regularly undergo anti-rejection treatment and could not stop taking medication.

"How does your mother treat you?" Xiuming asked again.

"He was very good to me. He worked himself to the bone so I could go to school, and he got sick from exhaustion... and he couldn't be cured..."

Sofia lowered her head as she spoke, still using the strong sedative to forcefully suppress her calm response.

If it weren't for a strong sedative, she'd probably be crying her eyes out right now, wouldn't she?

“It seems unlikely that your part-time job will be enough to cover your medical expenses.” Xiuming pointed to a row of open bottles of dark beer on the glass table and asked, “Have you looked for any other part-time work?”

“Yesterday I met a talent scout who asked me if I wanted to shoot adult videos. He said he would pay at least 80 yen for each one. I’m afraid of being embarrassed and also afraid of my mother finding out, so I’m still thinking about it.”

"Could it be a pornographic video?"

"Yes. Many of my classmates went to film it, and I envy them because they have money."

If Sophia hadn't taken her medication, she would have definitely kept this topic a secret, and she certainly wouldn't have spoken about it in such a calm tone and with such emotion.

"Have you ever been in a relationship?" Xiuming asked.

"No."

"Do you think I'm handsome?" Xiuming smiled at her.

"Handsome." Sofia's calm tone was like a robot's. "It's just that having an exhibitionist streak isn't good."

"Don't worry about such trivial matters, how about we start dating?" The utterly immoral Xiuming offered this utterly immoral advice, then added, "The kind of 'paid dating' that you can find."

As for paid dating...

Many men with spare money, while keeping their wives at home, still seek out other women, giving rise to a new term to accompany the idea of ​​"freedom of love": "paid dating."

On some proprietary apps, or in small circles spread by word of mouth, some money-grubbing women treat "relationships" as commodities, demanding exorbitant "dating fees" under the guise of "love."

Everyone knows they're selling "fake feelings," but coincidentally, most men want the fake feelings, not the real ones.

Newcomers who have just started taking orders are inexperienced and ask for 5,000, 8,000, or 10,000 yuan a month. After a few orders, they become more knowledgeable and realize that this is not enough to cover their expenses and that their feelings are too cheap, so they raise their prices by 20,000 to 50,000 yuan. During periods of economic boom, there are many wealthy bosses who can ask for exorbitant prices, ranging from 200,000 to 300,000 yuan, or even over 500,000 or 600,000 yuan a month. These bosses are not short of money and demonstrate their strong financial strength, which gives them a lot of face in the industry, so they actually pay up.