"What's your expression? It's normal price, uncle!" the little girl said very calmly.
Feilun was speechless for a while, and then asked, "Does your father know you are like this?"
"What's the point? He'll know it when I turn sixteen!" The little girl said with a nonchalant expression, "I said, uncle, you're not Japanese, are you?"
"How can you tell?" Fearon asked in astonishment.
"Let me declare first, uncle, if you chat with me, you will be charged one thousand and fifty thousand per hour!" the little girl said, "Also, if you want to touch me, it will be fifteen thousand!"
"Touch? Can you touch it anywhere?" Faerun showed signs of Sparta again.
"Of course, as for going further, it's the price I just offered you." The little girl said seriously.
At this time, Feilun was completely speechless: "Okay, one thousand and five, just one thousand and five, tell me how you can tell that I am not Japanese."
"It's very simple, uncle. Although your Japanese is just like the locals, your surprised expression when I just discussed the price has already shown that you are definitely not a local. After all, the consumption level here in Tokyo is higher, like Osaka.
If so, the cost of assistance and communication is one-third cheaper than here, and while you are surprised at the price, you are not talking about Kansai Benz, how could you be Japanese!"
The little girl explained her analysis clearly and logically. Although she didn't hit all the marks, it still surprised Ferun. But after the surprise, he was just amazed. The humanistic life in Japan is really weird.
The experience of a young girl can already be compared with that of an adult woman in her twenties from other countries.
Of course, there is a premise for this kind of maturity. That is, the woman must first withstand the friction from pink to purple and black. Faerun was speechless to such a social environment and simply let go.
Chatting: "Then when was the first time you came out to provide assistance?"
"Yeah. Thirteen years old!" the little girl revealed.
"Thirteen?!"
"Yes, but at that time I only chatted with people, and at most I just let people touch me, and nothing else." The little girl said, "After all, I need money, I have to pay for mobile phone bills, buy bags, buy clothes, etc.
A month’s allowance costs at least 60,000 to 70,000 yuan!”
"What happened next? When did you start asking men to have sex?" Fearon asked again gossiping.
"Oh, uncle, your question is very troubling. Are you a paparazzi?" The little girl was a little unhappy.
"I'm not a paparazzi. I'm just curious!" With that said, Ferran took out his wallet and slapped five thousand dollars on the counter. "Tell me, when. I'm very interested!"
The little girl grabbed the five thousand yuan without shame. Then she said: "I am fifteen years old, but I suffered a big loss at that time!"
"Why did you lose money?"
"First I found a boy in my class and asked him to lose my virginity. But later I found out that one virginity is worth two hundred thousand. It was a big mistake for me. If the boy hadn't transferred to another school later, I would have castrated him!"
The little girl's eyes were full of regret when she said this, and Feren broke into sweat again when she saw it.
Fortunately, at this time, the store owner came back with a big box. He opened it in front of Feren and said, "Sir, please inspect the goods!"
With a glance of his spiritual consciousness, Feilun knew that this was authentic shark skin. Moreover, the sewing workmanship was pretty good, and the size and length were also very suitable. He immediately said: "No need to test, I trust the boss, how much does it cost?"
The shop owner then pointed out a finger and said: "This is the number!"
"Ten million yuan? It's expensive. Is it cheap?"
When the shop owner heard this, he immediately knew that Feilun had misunderstood, and he almost fell over. In fact, he meant one million yen, but now that Feilun had said so, he followed suit and said, "Then let's ask for good luck. Nine
1.8 million? What do you think?"
"It's still expensive... I can only offer you up to 8 million at most. If you think it's not suitable, then I'll choose something else!" Feilun expressed his psychological price, because he felt that Skunk, a woman, only
Worth so much.
"Eight million?" The store owner pretended to be embarrassed, hesitated for a long time, and finally said through gritted teeth: "Okay, eight million is eight million, I'll just make a friend!"
The little girl next to me is also a good pretender. When she heard her father agreed to a price of eight million, she immediately shouted: "Dad, you are crazy. What are you going to fill the gap of at least one million?"
"Shut up! I have a good rapport with this gentleman. What's wrong with giving up some profits?"
"Is this a little profit for you?" the little girl said reluctantly.
"Just a little, shut up!" The shop owner almost yelled in the end. Seeing that his daughter was silent, he turned to Feilun and said: "Sir, there is actually a reason why I give away so much profit...
…”
"you say."
"Because this tight-fitting leather jacket has been in my hands for too long, the return period has passed early. If you buy the leather jacket and it is damaged somewhere, I'm afraid you will have to pay for repairs out of your own pocket!" The store owner simply didn't even want to warranty it.
Guaranteed to Feren.
"That's no problem, as long as it's not damaged now!" Fearon said.
"Of course, it's definitely not damaged. If you don't believe it, you can still check it."
"No need!" Fearon waved his hand, "Can I pay with an American credit card?"
The store owner was stunned for a moment, then said: "Okay, okay, you can just do it here!" As he said that, he moved another POSS machine from under the counter.
Feren immediately took out his Centurion card and paid the bill. After signing the order, Lian He picked up the tight leather jacket and left the video store. Shortly after he left, the little girl immediately reached out to the store owner and said: "Bring it here!"
"What?" The shop owner was puzzled.
"Of course it's the price difference you earned more!" the little girl said.
The shop owner was surprised and muttered: "It's several million, how can I give it to you?"
"You have to give me at least half, or I will find the uncle just now and report you!" the little girl threatened.
The shop owner was speechless: "...you are my biological daughter!"
"You are still my biological father, give me money!"
In fact, Feilun, who had not gone far, naturally heard this conversation, but he didn't care much. Anyway, the eight million he paid was the skunk's worth. He would tell her about it when the time came. As for what she wanted to do,
Feren has nothing to do with it.
At the same time, on the way back to the coffee shop, Feren "saw" that Miyuki Koda said that Miyu had been invited to the small conference room, and then Date signaled someone to replay the video. Miu, who was working as a clerk, was very happy after watching it.
He was shocked, but then he calmed down, thought about it carefully, and said slightly excitedly: "Sir, I thought of it, it should be a photo, it must be a photo!"
"What photo?" Tsutsui Ryuichi raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
"It's a photo of Officer Koda and her dead brother..."
Before Miyu could finish her words, a police chief, who had never dealt with Honda Shigeru, interrupted her and said, "What is the use of such a photo?"
Upon seeing this, Honda Shigeru immediately retorted: "Kuroda, no one will think you are mute if you don't speak. Let Miu speak!"
"you……"
"Okay Kuroda, let Miu continue talking!" Date said without hesitation.
Seeing that Date had spoken, Kuroda naturally did not dare to make a mistake, but he also hated Miu, an unrelated civilian policewoman.
Meiyu continued: "Yes, sir, if I remember correctly, the background of that photo was a field of rapeseed flowers!"
When Tsutsui Ryuichi heard this, he immediately realized something and asked quickly: "Where was that photo taken?"
"I don't know much about this!" Meiyu said.
Ida immediately issued an order: "Find someone to check immediately, and also order the Guard Special Operations Section to prepare!", which is also equivalent to HK's Flying Tigers, a paramilitary police force.
"Hi!" The two police chiefs in charge of this matter immediately stood up and bowed to Ida as they accepted the order.
When Feren "saw" this scene, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "It seems that Koda's public toilet is not useless, it is still a bit clever!" Talking to himself, he walked into the original coffee shop.
But when he looked up, he didn't find Skunk at the table before. Seeing this, Feilun muttered: "Did she leave for something?" As he spoke, his consciousness swept out, and he suddenly knew that Skunk was a woman.
Hidden behind the door is the newspaper column.
So Fearon had no choice but to pretend not to notice on purpose, and walked dejectedly to the previous table. The skunk couldn't help but smile when he saw it behind him, and he was really tempted to spend the night with Fearon.
"Waiter, pay the bill!" Feilun pretended to wave weakly to the waiter. At this moment, a skunk female voice came from behind him: "I have already bought the bill, where are the clothes I want?"
Feilun stood up with a swish of surprise, turned around and saw the skunk's cute smile. He rubbed his hands subconsciously, feeling a little shy, and picked up the tight leather jacket box at a loss, saying: "Here.
~~This is for you, guaranteed to fit!"
The skunk casually took the clothes box, and a gust of fragrance drifted past Fearon's nose. He turned and sat down opposite the man, and wrote lightly: "How can you guarantee that it will fit?"
The aroma invaded his brain, and Ferran's consciousness was confused for a few tenths of a second. Then he woke up again and instantly understood the skunk's tricks.