Upon discovering this, Mu Su looked stern and ran away without looking back.
After that, Musu followed the same pattern and stopped several women one after another. They were either not interested or thought it was a trap and refused. Musu's plan to sell her ass failed repeatedly.
Not far away, in a dark alley, a woman in a black suit silently observed Mu Su, who was promoting himself among the crowd, took a deep look, turned and walked into an iron gate in the alley.
There is a room inside the iron door. There are no windows, and the only light source is the TV, which is facing the couch. The program played on the TV makes the room light and dark.
A woman with a ponytail was leaning lazily on the sofa, her toes wrapped in black stockings spread out on the tea table in front of her. Four women in black suits stood upright behind the sofa, with black sunglasses blocking most of their expressions and expressions.
Since this is Kabukicho, these people must exist.
"Boss, there is a new guy who doesn't understand the rules and is pulling people around."
"What's the background?" the ponytail girl asked lazily.
"It's very strange... I've never seen it before."
"Go and bring him here personally."
Behind the sofa, a figure in a suit followed him out. After a while, the two of them came back, leading behind them the people they said were soliciting customers.
"1,000 yen! Only 1,000 yen. The male high school student will bring it back..." Musu started shouting before he entered the door. When he saw that there were four people in the room inside the door, his voice suddenly became softer and he muttered timidly.
: "There are so many people...but we have to pay extra..."
Then he seemed to have thought of something, his eyes shone, and he suddenly became excited: "If one person is 1,000 yen, then 1, 2, 3... 6 people will cost 6,000 yen. And I may not be able to handle it, but if you don't mind, I will give you my hands and mouth."
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Yes. At the worst, I'll give you a 10% discount, which is 5,000 yen. But let's agree first, it's only my share of stabbing others, not mine. This is a matter of principle. Let me tell you. But if you give me more
If so...it won’t work, no matter how much I give.”
Mu Su was fussing over everything and got entangled in the end.
Musu's confidence was dampened by repeated setbacks, and the price dropped from 100,000 to 1,000.
The pork at this price is more expensive than what he sells.
"Shut up!"
Ever since Mu Su arrived, he had been talking non-stop. The pony-tailed girl on the sofa was so noisy that her brain hurt and she couldn't help but yell.
"Don't worry about this, I usually won't bark randomly." Mu Su promised seriously, and then laughed a few times with a lewd look on his face: "There is no reason to stab someone else and scream, hehehehehehe..."
"You like to scream, don't you?" The pony-tailed girl clenched her fists, and a ruthless look appeared on her pretty face: "Okay, then I will make you scream in pain."
"Then I'm really sorry." Mu Su stared at her with dead eyes: "When I feel pain, I can only scream 'uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' but not howling."
"Boss, what he said makes sense. Most people don't scream when they feel pain." A subordinate bent down and leaned into the woman's ear and echoed.
"Get out! I'll let you speak." She pushed her subordinate's face away and cursed. She thought to herself that she was angry with a man, so her tone couldn't help but calm down: "Which store are you from? You don't understand the rules so much."
.Isn’t it clear that the second town of Beniike is protected by my Tororoji Temple?”
"I am an amateur." Mu Su said the few remaining words in his mind.
"Amateur?" The pony-tailed girl on the sofa looked Mu Su up and down: "It doesn't look like it...but it doesn't matter. If you want to do this, I can arrange a place for you."
"Then I really appreciate your eight generations of ancestors." Mu Su couldn't help but said: "Then I will give you another 20% off, only 4,000."
Not sure why it was so awkward to say thank you, or why the 20% off 6,000 was not 4,000. The pony-tailed girl waved her hand and asked her subordinates to take him away quickly.
-At the same time, on the other side-
"What the hell kind of game is this! I play games to relax, not to do this damn job!"
With an explosive mentality, Lord Grim suddenly dropped the milk carton in his hand. The roar and the sound of breaking glass attracted the consternation of the customers in the store.
"This game is very different from other games. It is not an exaggeration to say it is unique. However, no game can be liked by everyone. It is not surprising that some people can't stand it." Blaishen, who was carrying packing boxes not far away, said to the side.
The scent theory of organizing shelves.
It's a pity that Mu Su is not here. If he were here, he would definitely praise Chi Shen as a professional player. Just a player's explosive mentality can lead to so many great truths.
"I'm sorry." Lord Grim also realized that he was inexplicably irritable. He took a deep breath, spit it out, and ignored the astonished customers and clerks. He said to Chi Shen and Wen Xiang on the other side of the shelf: "I
Go outside and get some air."
As he spoke, he stepped over the mess on the ground and pushed open the door.
"He probably won't come back." Wen Xiang stood on tiptoe and raised his head, watching Lord Grim go out and disappear into the night through the gaps between the shelves.
…
There are many types of custom shops, and the one that Ponytail Girl recommended to Mu Su is a delivery-style custom shop. As the name suggests, it is the kind that comes to your door. So compared to the hot-eyed photos of handsome men and pink neon lights on the long street signs outside, this shop
The custom shop hidden in an alley looks ordinary. Even the entrance of the shop is blocked by a car, as if it is afraid of being disturbed by customers.
The gangster woman who brought Mu Su here found the person in charge of the custom shop, a middle-aged man wearing a loose haori and kneeling on the tatami at the front desk.
The gangsters here often recommend new people, so each custom shop has experience. Once they are sure that the source is clean, they can start bargaining with them. Gangsters will not do things for free, and the benefits are indispensable.
The space inside the store seems small, with a staircase leading to the second floor. A delivery-style custom store does not require people to stay in the store, so except for the store manager, no extra people can be seen.
It was obviously about Mu Su's ownership, but no one asked Mu Su about his plans. The two settled on Mu Su with just one word.
"First time?" After the gangster woman left, the store manager turned to look at Mu Su and asked.
"This is the first time." Mu Su looked very shy.
Mu Su is not handsome, but he is very fair, very fair.
It's not fair white, but pale white. The sickly complexion looks like it has never been in the sun. It is very eye-catching when paired with black hair and black eyes.
The store manager looked up and down as if he were looking at the product. It has some selling points, and many women would like it.
T-Ding!
The computer on the low table in front of the tatami suddenly made a sound like a cash register, and at the same time a card popped out.
The store manager took it out, glanced down at it, and handed it to Mu Su.
"Musu-kun, I'm leaving it to you this time." The store manager handed the card to Musu. It had the customer's address and the selected service written on it: "Ito's car is outside. Ask her to take you there. She will meet you on the way.
Explain some things about our business."
Mu Su was trembling with excitement. Finally! Finally, his lifelong wish came true!