I suddenly became a yakuza boss.

Hina Ebina sighed, glanced at Yui, and said, "I haven't seen any urban legends all day."

Yui Yuigahama's expression changed, and she looked at Ebina in astonishment, hurriedly saying, "Urban legends... don't suddenly bring up scary topics."

"Hehe, don't misunderstand. Urban legends don't refer to supernatural legends. There's a very famous urban legend on that street, but it's not scary at all. Don't be afraid."

Hina Ebina explained to Yui Yuigahama with a bright and cheerful expression.

"Oh......"

Yui Yuigahama listened patiently, believing that high school girls who knew about trending topics would be more popular.

"In short, it's a legend about a man."

As if foreshadowing something, Ebina Himeko simply said something to Yui.

In the end, nothing was explained clearly.

"Yui, Yumiko, we didn't finish shopping. Let's go together and explore again next time."

Hina Ebina adjusted her glasses and made a suggestion.

"I have no objection, it's actually quite good."

Yumiko Miura listened to the song and replied.

"Yes, me too."

Yui Yuigahama smiled and agreed.

"...?"

At that moment, Yumiko Miura, who was listening to music with an earphone in one ear, was slightly taken aback when she heard this.

"Hmm, Yumiko, what's wrong?"

Yui Yuigahama, sitting in the middle, noticed Miura's strange reaction and asked him curiously.

Yumiko Miura asked in confusion, "When I was waiting for you at the station today, I met a man who is very much a figure of urban legend. So, that man is an urban legend?"

Hina Ebina immediately jumped over Yui's legs and rushed over, excitedly asking, "Was that person the one with blond hair?"

"...Oh, right."

Yumiko Miura nodded and said.

"That's possible. Does he look very strong?"

Hina Ebina's glasses lit up, and she quickly asked...

"probably."

Yumiko Miura thought for a moment and then said.

"You won the lottery! Is he very handsome, and is he wearing sunglasses?" Hina Ebina asked excitedly, almost drooling.

"No, he's not handsome at all, and he's kind of scary, like a warrior who has killed a lot of people in ancient times. He doesn't even wear sunglasses."

In the end, when asked, Miura Yumiko gave Ebina Hina a cruel answer.

Hina Ebina looked completely deflated and shrank back into her seat.

"Yumiko, how did you get to know that terrifying-looking person?"

Yui Yuigahama asked curiously.

Yumiko smiled and replied, "He asked for directions, and I was just showing him the way."

"Besides, some people may look fierce, but they are not necessarily bad people. I have met one before."

Yumiko Miura turned her head to look at Yui Yuigahama, smiled sweetly, and added.

"......Um."

Yui Yuigahama listened with some concern, feeling that Yumiko Miura was being a bit too careless.

The girl gazing at the scenery outside the train window was probably unaware that, at this very moment, many untold secrets were hidden in Chiba City's Chikura district: a certain brothel about to open, a mysterious yakuza chairman arriving, and a bloody storm brewing—all of these were quietly unfolding...

PS: The subject matter of this book seems to have deviated from the homebody interests of most of Hedgehog Cat's readers.

On a whim, the author wrote about a yakuza and a high school girl, a very difficult subject, but found it to be a thankless task.

Yes, this one is also a slow burn; I'm definitely not good at writing fast-paced, action-packed stories. This book was written by the author to challenge themselves with something new, and I guess "My Yakuza Youth Story is Definitely Problematic" would be a more suitable title.

I just hope to get a satisfactory score before it ends. If it gets 10,000 average views, it will give me a lot of confidence. I usually don't write about the same theme twice, but Oregairu is an exception. Please feel free to give me any opinions at the end.

Chapter 080: The Male Prostitute at the Brothel and Their Reunion (Seeking Subscriptions - 5.5k)

Many aspects of Japanese culture are unique.

For example, the culture of male prostitutes.

Japan has long been considered a feudal country that discriminates against women and is dominated by male chauvinism. However, in this traditional country where men are the breadwinners and women are the homemakers, the mainstream industry of women consuming men has become quite large.

Li Xuan had come into contact with such shops a few times because they were associated with underground black market intelligence dealers. However, taking over this particular shop was quite a ordeal for someone like him who had received a traditional masculine education.

As the manager, Li Xuan arrived at the store and officially took over the temporary operation of the store.

After five days of operation, the revenue was barely 65% ​​of the usual level.

"...No, why is this happening? I've been following the advice of those shop assistants, but the sales just won't recover?"

Li Xuan sat in his office, pondering in bewilderment.

However, the absence of five high-performing male escorts cannot be ruled out as an issue.

However, the order volume of the top-ranked male escorts has also declined significantly, which is puzzling.

At 11 p.m., just as Li Xuan finished his three-hour night shift and was about to go home with his car keys in hand, he overheard several male escorts sitting in the lounge talking about their recent decrease in income.

"These past few days have been absolutely terrible."

A thin, long-haired male escort said dejectedly.

"Several of my customers who used to come every day have suddenly stopped coming."

Another handsome young man with short hair also shared his situation.

"Oda, I haven't seen Momoi-san, who's always liked you, these past few days. Did she really not come?"

The tall, thin male escort asked in astonishment.

Oda nodded, drinking his wine in silence, and said, "Not only Ms. Momoi, but also Ms. Komuro and Ms. Arisaka, who came once and then never came back."

"I heard that word got out that the boss was injured, which has had a huge impact on the shop. They are all married women. If the gangsters on this street don't work, it would be terrible if their husbands dared to come after them. Also, the new guy, Mr. Nitta, really doesn't understand our line of work. Although you can tell he's very serious about his work, he doesn't know how to communicate with customers initially, and he doesn't know how to please women. He's really terrible."

The tall, thin cowherd succinctly pointed out the management problems currently plaguing the "Man Under the Moon" store.

One reason was a mistake made by the underworld, and the other was that their manager was not good at managing brothels. Both of these points were exactly what Li Xuan was responsible for.

"..."

After listening in secret, Li Xuan finally understood.

Oda realized that saying too much would cause trouble, so he reminded him, "That's enough, Tanihara. Stop complaining. It's only been a week. Let's see how it goes. I heard that Mr. Nitta comes from the Yakuza. We can't mess with him."

Niu Langdani shrugged lightly and said, "I understand, but I've lost a whopping seven or eight hundred thousand yen these past few days. If this continues, I'll have to switch jobs."

Oh no...

Li Xuan, who was eavesdropping from the shadows, suddenly changed his expression.

The attitude of the people in this shop has begun to change.

Being a male escort is really lucrative. I heard that the most popular male escort here can earn 20 million yen a month, not including luxury cars, mansions and other gifts. The average customer is a wealthy businesswoman or woman, and a single rough transaction starts at 300,000 yen. They earn money faster than he, a high-ranking executive in the yakuza world.

"Damn it, this can't go on."

Li Xuan stood in the dark corridor, deep in thought.

In a short time, his lack of management experience cannot be made up for, so his primary consideration and the most efficient way is to recruit an assistant with rich management experience.

"We must use our connections to find out if anyone knows anyone with expertise in this area."

Li Xuan opened his phone and began sending work assignments to his intelligence brokers.

However, of the three intelligence providers he trusted most, the first was willing to help him poach talent, but asked for 200 million yuan as a favor because of his connections. The second, however, lacked the necessary connections and had not responded.

However, the third intelligence broker, a highly skilled individual who rarely appears, offered him a senior brothel manager that only the War Demon himself could immediately hire for just 10000 yen.

What? Does he have such talent around him?

Li Xuan stood by the street, thinking in astonishment.

But no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure out who this person was.

The lowest bidder wins; this is the most basic consideration in cost management. Li Xuan immediately transferred 10,000 yuan.

In the end, that cunning intelligence dealer sent him two Chinese characters.

— [Rabies].

Li Xuan stood in the wind, completely stunned.

"Wait, you old fox, absolutely not!"

Li Xuan dialed the number directly, his feelings complicated, and immediately denied it.

—【You think it's impossible? But more than twenty years ago, the other party was the veritable "Emperor of the Night," Goro Majima.】

The elderly man's voice, deliberately muted, answered the phone.

Upon hearing this nickname, Li Xuan was slightly startled. After a moment of silence, he said in disbelief, "Night...the Emperor of the Night? I've fought him several times. How could such an arrogant and unruly monster possibly have the patience to handle these tasks?"

—【So, when I first met you, I felt you were remarkably similar to Mr. Mashima in his youth—equally handsome, equally arrogant and unrestrained, and equally shrewd in business. However, he understood righteousness more, while you understood benevolence more; this determined the drastically different fates of the mad dog and the war demon.】

Li Xuan felt that this old intelligence broker seemed to know quite a bit about Majima Goro, so he said seriously, "I'm nothing like him. But... are you sure he really has experience running a brothel?"

—【Even 10,000 yen is money. When it comes to dealing with money, intelligence brokers should be willing to risk their lives to guarantee the accuracy of their information. Do you still doubt my intelligence?】

"..."

Li Xuan calmed down.

Japanese underground residents certainly value reputation in this regard, so it's probably 100% accurate.