I ended my call with Li Zhekai and agreed to visit Han Country next time I have time.
Zheng Yaoyang called his old cousin Shinhoichi Watari and made an appointment to meet him at the gate of Yingqing University.
He really doesn't have time to write about this matter. If he solves it earlier, he can go to New York earlier to do business.
My boss is currently studying at the University of Tokyo, although it is not in the same area as Yingkei University.
But they are both in Tokyo, and their status is equal to that of Qingbei in China, so they should be able to help.
Arriving at the entrance of Yingqing University, Zheng Yaoyang was waiting in the cafe, admiring the female college students passing by.
Spring is here, and it’s the season of revival for all things.
It's just that the streets were filled with short legs or seriously bow-legged ones, which made him lose the idea of admiring them.
After waiting for a while, my old cousin arrived in a fancy sports car, with short fiery red hair, which was particularly eye-catching.
Sometimes, Zheng Yaoyang would envy his old cousin, who dyed his hair so short every day and never went bald.
Unlike him, after about the age of thirty-five, he can only comb his hair in a slicked back. Fortunately, hair transplantation technology is very advanced.
The old cousin was wearing a loose hip-hop outfit. He hugged Zheng Yaoyang and started crying. He had been under house arrest on campus without him, and he could finally take a breather.
Zheng Yaoyang looked disgusted and pushed him away: "I called you here because of business."
He pointed at Yingqing University and asked, "Do you know anyone there?"
"There should be."
The old man nodded, took out the address book from the car, and took out his mobile phone to make a call.
Not long after, a short man wearing glasses walked out of the school gate and looked around.
"here."
The old cousin stood up quickly, beckoned him over, put his arm around his shoulders, and introduced: "Yaoyang, this is the vice president of the student union. If you have anything, just ask him."
Zheng Yaoyang nodded, took out Li Zairong's photo, and asked, "Do you know this person?"
The man identified him carefully and said, "I've seen him before, he seems to be from the Han State in the Department of Business Administration."
Zheng Yaoyang nodded slightly, and his old cousin took over the conversation: "Tanaka-san, tell me everything you know."
The man said: "This man is very rich. He is a famous playboy in school and has many girlfriends."
"Recently, he goes to the bar every night, seemingly for the oiran there."
The old cousin asked: "Which bar?"
“The Times Bar in 6-chome Ichiban Street.”
The old cousin was surprised and said: "So that's where it is. I've been there several times before. It's not bad there."
Hearing this, Zheng Yaoyang pondered for a moment and smiled on his face: "Since it's good, let's go shopping in the evening."
Times Bar is located on the busiest street in Tokyo. As soon as night falls, people come and go on the street, which is in sharp contrast to other industries that are gradually declining.
It's normal to think about it. In every financial crisis, the poor get poorer and the rich get richer. If the rich are rich, how can they show off their wealth if they don't consume the poor?
The existence of the rich also attracts the poor. After all, what leaks from the hands of the rich may be their living expenses for a month or even a year.
When we entered the bar, it was still early, there were not too many people in the store, and the music was playing rather lyrically.
They opened an ordinary booth with a minimum consumption of only three hundred dollars.
Zheng Yaoyang smiled playfully and was very curious about Li Zairong's expression when he saw him. The other person showed no martial ethics and didn't even say hello. He planned to tease him.
It's just that the cost of ordinary booths is too low, and the quality of the waitresses is also very poor. My boss is very dissatisfied.
Without raising his head, Zheng Yaoyang ordered several dinners from the waiter: "If you want a girl, go out and find her yourself."
They are not here to have fun tonight, and they are not interested in drinking, so the accompanying girl is optional.
Watari Shinho didn't dare to say anything for a while, and dismissed the bartender who came in to try the bell. He returned to Zheng Yaoyang and sat next to Zheng Yaoyang, quietly eating snacks.
Suddenly, the spotlights on the dance floor of the bar gathered at the door, and countless girls rushed there.
Lee Jae-yong was surrounded by flowers and walked to the position closest to the stage with a smile on his face.
He raised his arm slightly, and the host on the stage immediately understood. He held the microphone and shouted: "Everyone in the audience will have a glass of Grey, and Mr. Li will pay for it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally soothing music instantly switched to dynamic and rhythmic DJ songs, as if to welcome his arrival.
Countless beautiful girls surrounded him, with flattering smiles on their faces, as if they were waiting for the emperor's favor.
Seeing this scene, Watari Shinho cursed: "What's wrong with the girls in Tokyo now? He's from the cold country!"
"..."
Zheng Yaoyang was speechless and looked at Watari Shinhoichi with disgust.
People often say that Japan and South Korea have been feuding for thousands of years, but in fact it is just a one-sided hatred.
It is normal for the invaded to hate the aggressor, but it does not make sense for the aggressor to hate the invaded.
Zheng Yaoyang ate the dinner brought by the waiter and watched Lee Jae-yong's performance with great interest.
Auctioning the oiran's qualification to serve as a bartender is an essential part of almost every bar.
Because there is competition, there will be revenue, and the bar relies on men's jealousy for money.
According to my old cousin’s friends, Lee Jae-yong has been photographed for more than a week and has the qualification of being an oiran’s escort.
Spending a lot of money just to win a smile from a beautiful woman.
Through Li Zhekai's narration, Zheng Yaoyang has a general understanding of Li Zaiyong's character. He should not have succeeded yet, otherwise he would not have continued to participate in the auction.
Around ten o'clock in the evening, the bar's popularity reached its peak, and the place suddenly became quiet.
One after another, girls with graceful figures and good looks slowly walked onto the stage carrying bottles of red wine.
Almost uniform hip-hugging skirts and high heels can look either innocent and charming, or mature and sexy, with a hundred flowers blooming.
The host had a smile on his face and enthusiastically introduced the girl and the taste of red wine.
Red wine is only secondary, the main thing is to introduce girls, but it cannot be said on the table, otherwise it will be illegal.
When the atmosphere at the scene reached its highest point, the host roared excitedly and started tonight's auction.
Each bottle of wine starts at one hundred dollars, and the screen on the stage is constantly scrolling, showing the latest prices.
The old man looked ready to make a move, as if a certain female guest on the stage was his type.
Zheng Yaoyang said: "Cousin, I can't help but go next door and get another room. I'll cover all the expenses tonight."
Watari Nobuho brightened up at first glance, but held it back: "No, they are all vulgar and vulgar, I can't stand them."
"Whatever you want."
Zheng Yaoyang smiled and did not force it. He paid attention to the seat numbers being auctioned and Li Zaiyong's reaction.
After waiting for half an hour, the female guests on the stage went to various booths or boxes one after another.
Zheng Yaoyang waited impatiently and looked at his old cousin's friend with unkind eyes. The other party hurriedly said: "The oiran will appear last. She is more expensive."
He did not know the identity of Zheng Yaoyang, but he knew the identity of Wata Shinhoichi.
Watari Shinho No. 1 called Dong Da Li Zai Rong, but in front of Zheng Yaoyang, he was just like his grandson, which is enough to prove that Zheng Yaoyang's identity is extraordinary.
After waiting for a while, all the female guests were received, and the host said excitedly: "Please give applause to our champion, Sayuri Hanada~~~"
With all the attention, the courtesan appears!
Zheng Yaoyang glanced at it and had to say that Li Zaiyong did have good taste. The oiran's appearance looked a lot like the future Korean actress Lin Yuner.
She was holding a bottle of red wine from France, and the starting shot was 20 times that of other female guests.
Ever since Hanada Sayuri appeared, the cheers from the men in the audience have never stopped, even though they knew that the goddess would only become a toy for the rich.
But if it can leave an impression in front of her, maybe when she is being exercised by others, she will be able to think of their appearance and give them a sense of participation.
As the host finished his introduction and started tonight's auction, the numbers on the screen flew by quickly.
His mouth was like a cannon, never stopping.
In the blink of an eye, it increased tenfold, and the price reached 20,000 US dollars.
The host was still working hard to introduce and use exaggerated body language to arouse the emotions of the guests.
Seeing this, the old cousin was anxious in his heart, and asked hurriedly: "Yaoyang, why don't you take action?"
"What's the rush?"
Zheng Yaoyang smiled faintly,
Playing with the bidding device in his hand carelessly.
Li Zaiyong didn't take any action, so he had nothing to be anxious about.
Suddenly the word No. 1 appeared on the bidding screen, which also meant that Lee Jae-yong officially participated in the auction.
As soon as he made the move, the price was directly raised from 20,000 US dollars to 30,000 US dollars. The gap of 10,000 US dollars also caused 90% of the people to lose their qualifications for the auction.
Some people are not convinced,
Another additional $5,000.
Li Zaiyong smiled contemptuously and entered the amount into the bidding machine again, and it instantly reached $50,000.
The host was extremely excited: "Mr. Li's bid is US$50,000, and there is no one higher than US$50,000."
After shouting twice in succession, there was no response from the audience. Li Zaiyong also stood up and looked at the flower field Sayuri with greedy eyes, showing a confident and arrogant smile.