Small bridges, flowing water, green trees, and chirping birds, at the foot of a picturesque low mountain, with misty smoke floating between the mountains and rivers. This is a hot spring area and a high-end club.
It was strange that in the evening, there were no hot spring guests in the entire Aishan hot spring area. Some regular customers were stopped outside the door, and then left with doubts on their faces.
It seems that someone has reserved the entire area, not wanting to be disturbed. Further away, you can see some people wearing white scarves around their waists and a towel on their shoulders, walking around the hot springs.
At this time, three cars drove up the mountain road. The black car drove past silently. The breeze blew up the withered yellow leaves on the road. On both sides of the mountain road, there was a row of tall maple trees, which extended to the mountain.
The breeze blows. Although the weather has gradually entered summer, it still gives people a cool feeling. This is a picturesque place
I have to admit that the greening of the island country is good, and the living environment is also acceptable. This is mostly related to the terrain of the island country. After all, Japan is a mountainous and hilly place.
Winding straight up, the three cars soon arrived at the entrance of the hot spring area. Then, the car slowed down and the door slowly opened, and the three cars drove in.
The car stopped in front of an antique building. Then, six people got out of the car one after another, two old men and four middle-aged men. One of them was a middle-aged man who was very heavy and a tall fat man.
As soon as these six people came out, the guards in black clothes and sunglasses around them immediately felt the pressure as strong as a mountain, and they were frightened. These six guys, except for the white-faced middle-aged man at the head, the other five were all covered with blood.
An extremely dangerous feeling surged through it, like a ferocious beast looking for food, as if it would be torn apart in the next moment.
The six have different appearances, but five of them have the aura of ferocious beasts. This shock to the people around them will definitely have a direct effect on the spiritual level.
Not only did they not realize it, but the guards around them didn't notice that their inner clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
"Hmph!" The white-faced middle-aged man in the lead glanced disdainfully at the guards around him who looked like they were facing formidable enemies, and then walked directly inside with the five people behind him.
This is a three-story wooden building, similar to a Chinese pavilion, but with a strong Japanese style. It is the only high-end retro restaurant in the hot spring area.
When we walked inside, we were greeted by a waiter wearing a kimono and wearing wooden clogs.
"Gah! This girl is pretty good! Her skin is so tender... Hehe! I really want to touch it!" Behind the white-faced middle-aged man, there was a thin old man with a pair of green bean eyes that couldn't help but glide over the body of the beautiful waiter.
Sliding around, staring at the waitress without any cover-up
"Old Duanmu, you look like this, have you never seen a woman in your life?" Beside the thin old man, a burly and rugged man glanced at the old man with great disdain.
When the old man Duanmu heard what the strong man said, he immediately opened his green bean eyes and glared at the strong man: "Mu Tuhong, you want to find trouble, don't you?"
"Mr. Zhuo, please come this way!" At this time, the supple waiter had already walked and trotted to the front of the six people, carefully saluted, and his clear and sweet voice was extremely pleasant.
"Hmm!" The six people were startled, and then they were all surprised, because this waiter in kimono actually spoke fluent Chinese.
"Oh, Chiba girl has made very thoughtful arrangements!" The tall, plump middle-aged man behind the white-faced middle-aged man said to himself with a low smile.
The waiter in a soft kimono walked lightly in front, leading Zhuo Fan and others towards the stairs.
The three-story wooden restaurant, or restaurant, does not have an elevator, so it looks antique!
On the second floor, next to the window, there is a long table, a low long table. There are no chairs or anything beside the table. There is just a layer of cushions spread around the table.
Zhuo Fan and others followed the kimono waiter who aroused old man Duanmu's evil temper and went up to the second floor. At a glance, they saw a woman in kimono standing at the long table near the window.
When this woman saw Zhuo Fan and others, she immediately came over with a big smile.
"Mr. Zhuo, please come!" After the kimono woman came closer, she immediately made a gesture of invitation to Zhuo Fan. The woman who led Zhuo Fan to the second floor bowed to the girl upstairs.
, then stepped aside
"Miss Qianye, we don't need to be so open to each other," Zhuo Fan said calmly, and then walked straight towards the long table by the window.
Boss He and others behind him naturally followed closely. When the old man Duanmu passed by the tender waiter, he suddenly reached out and touched the waiter's face.
"Hey! It's so slippery!" Old Man Duanmu chuckled obscenely and put the hand that touched the woman's face under his nose and smelled it.
The woman who was touched not only did not dare to be angry, she also welcomed people with a smile and tried her best to please them because these people were their boss's distinguished guests, and it was for these people that the hot spring area was temporarily closed.
Not only was it not open to the public, many guards were sent to closely monitor the surrounding area.
The two parties sat down separately, and Zhuo Fan said: "Miss Qianye, have you got what we want?" He went straight to the point, not wanting to waste time.
"Haha! Mr. Zhuo is still so quick-tongued!" As he said that, Chiba Masaharu winked at the kimonoed woman standing aside.
The kimono woman standing aside immediately bowed to Chiba Masaharu, took two steps back, then turned and left. At this time, Chiba Masaharu suddenly clapped his hands three times and saw seven or eight equally young and beautiful kimono women.
They walked out with thin steps. Each woman was holding something in her hand. Vaguely, everyone seemed to smell a kind of Japanese food.
Ordinary people cannot smell it, and only martial arts masters like Zhuo Fan can distinguish the smell of seafood in Japanese cuisine.
Sure enough, the seven or eight women in kimono walked to the long table, placed piles of Japanese food on the long table, and then the women retreated with their heads lowered.
Sashimi, seafood sashimi, yakiniku and other unique delicacies of this island country are spread all over the table. Ordinary people are lucky to be able to eat the same, because every delicacy here is unique.
It is made with the best ingredients from the island country, and the price is absolutely amazing
However, in the eyes of Chiba Masaharu, such delicacies are dismissed, because she has seen too much and eaten too much, but she will get tired of dragon meat if she eats too much.
"Hey, you're welcome then." Old man Duanmu's lustful mung bean eyes glanced back and forth at Chiba Masaharu's body for countless times. When all kinds of delicacies were brought to him, his eyes turned from Chiba Masaharu's body.
move away
"Mr. Zhuo, please, everyone, please!" Chiba Masaharu smiled elegantly and gestured to Zhuo Fan and others.
"This woman is not simple. She always maintains an attitude of neither humble nor arrogant in her interactions with us." Zhuo Fan glanced at Chiba Masaharu meaningfully before lowering his head and drinking down the wine poured by the maid.
The Japanese waitress who was accompanying Zhuo Fan with a wine bottle saw that Zhuo Fan's wine glass was empty, and immediately stepped forward to fill it up. The service was really attentive, and it was comparable to an emperor's enjoyment.
The setting sun shines outside the window like a blood-red sun, erupting the last afterglow of the day. The hot spring area near the restaurant is bathed in the sunset. The hot spring steam evaporates like light smoke and mist, making people feel endless.
The adjective "wonderland" came to mind
After three rounds of drinking, the leaving kimono woman walked out from nowhere, holding a dark black wooden box about one foot wide and two feet long.
The supple and supple kimono woman came to Chiba Masaharu holding the wooden box. Chiba Masaharu stretched out his hand to take the wooden box, and the seven or eight kimono women waiting on the side immediately took the leftovers on the table.
The leftovers were moved away, and then two kimonoed women with quick hands wiped the long table clean
"Mr. Zhuo, this is what you want." Chiba Masaharu smiled lightly and put the wooden box in his hand on the table in front of him, then reached out and slowly pushed the wooden box in front of Zhuo Fan.
"This is..." Zhuo Fan hasn't done anything yet. After all, he followed Nangong Chu and he has seen many treasures that can make warriors jealous. However, the eyes of Boss He, Long Ying and others lit up.
Seeing the expressions of Boss He and others, Chiba Masaharu seemed to be very pleased, and there was actually a little arrogance in his expressions.
Zhuo Fan's expression remained unchanged. He touched his chin. The fibrous roots pricked his hand. He thought for a moment before reaching out and slowly opening the dark wooden box.
As the lid of the box slowly opened, the eyes of Boss He and others on the side became brighter and brighter. Looking at their posture, they looked like wild wolves who had been hungry for several days and saw food.
There was no suspense or any surprise. Just as Zhuo Fan and others originally imagined, five ginseng roots were neatly placed on the red cloth in the wooden box. This was no ordinary ginseng. These five ginseng roots were
, looks like a human, can distinguish the head, hands, torso and legs
"What a good thing!" Boss He and others had greedy looks in their eyes. The already formed ginseng is definitely the best among ginseng. It will take at least a thousand years to grow into this shape.
"Hmph! Look at you, you're just five thousand-year-old ginseng. You're really worthless!" Zhuo Fan couldn't help but cursed when he saw these guys looking like this.
Thousand-year-old ginseng is nothing, but there are thousands-year-old snow lotus there! Zhuo Fan couldn't help but seriously despise Boss He and other subordinates in his heart.
And at this moment, high in the sky above this wooden, pavilion-like building, a man wearing a white kimono, wearing wooden clogs, and his bloody hair dancing in the wind, was slowly heading towards the building below.