There was drizzle falling in the sky. Some women even kicked off their high heels to be one step ahead and ran barefoot on the slippery streets. The elderly housekeepers chased behind them with umbrellas and loudly reminded them, "Be careful when it's slippery."
” and “Stay safe” and stuff like that…but that doesn’t work at all.
The restless mood spread crazily among the crowd like a highly contagious virus. After a while, women all over the street began to run wildly. They were supposed to be top-notch Tokyo ladies riding calmly and elegantly in top-grade cars, but at this moment they were not.
Like wild horses running wild, they just swung their noses and neighed happily.
The craziness of these women all originated from the Cowherd's shop at the end of the street. The huge neon sign of Takamagahara was looming in the fine rain and mist.
All men, all handsome men, stood in a straight line on both sides of the door of Gao Tianyuan. Even if there was drizzle falling in the sky, they remained unmoved. Their expressions were resolute, like a well-organized army.
An orderly army.
They are not cowherds, these men are waiters from Takamagahara. They wear exquisite shirts and waiter vests. The tight shirts soaked by the rain outline their curvy figures. The men wear uniform high-end black leather shoes and chest hoodies.
Wearing elegant red bow ties... As long as these handsome and statured men are not too stupid and have low emotional intelligence, they can definitely find rich women who are willing to take advantage of them. It is unimaginable that men of such quality are willing to work in a Cowherd shop.
Act like a waiter.
But this also highlights the standard of this Cowherd restaurant... If the waiters are so good, isn't the quality of Cowherd's restaurant top-notch?
In fact, this is the most conservative situation in Takamagahara. Tonight's store manager specifically asked all waiters to only wear conservative clothes, because tonight's guests are not only the ladies of Tokyo's upper class, but also members of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
, as well as high-level officials of the Tokyo government, and even the leaders of the Japanese mafia... The most important thing is that reporters from various media in Tokyo will also be present.
There has never been a cowherd restaurant that can do this. Tonight's Takamagahara celebration is less like a banquet and more like a press conference. Even the director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and even the governor of Tokyo do not have such a huge event.
Appealing power, but these people came uninvited tonight.
This is not entirely a good thing, because when there are more people, chaos will occur, especially since almost all of these people are important figures who cannot afford to offend. So the one who is most frightened tonight is the store manager of Takamagahara. Today's celebration has been organized by Takamagahara.
You will be very successful, but if you mess up, the whole Takamagahara will fall miserably... So tonight the store manager must be very energetic, and every job must be done down to the smallest detail, including the welcome clothes of the waiters,
It was all carefully planned after the store manager and Fujiwara Kansuke discussed it all night, and there was no room for error in tonight’s battle.
The street in front of Takamagahara is surrounded by an iron fence, with the official red seal printed on it. Behind the fence stands a row of people wearing blue uniforms, with the words "Special Service" on the back of the uniforms...
...These special police officers are all sent by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. In order to maintain the order of Kabukicho tonight, most of the guests tonight are either rich or noble. If any one of them makes a mistake, they will occupy the media in Tokyo tomorrow.
The headlines on the front page will put considerable pressure on the Metropolitan Police Department.
Various umbrellas were held in the air, like blooming colorful flowers. There were already many women gathered outside the street railings at the gate of Gaotian Garden. The night in Tokyo was a bit cold, the women were wearing thin clothes, and it was still raining in the sky.
How could these pampered ladies have waited for such a long time in such a harsh environment? The irritability spread rapidly among the crowd like a highly contagious plague.
"How long are we going to wait?" A woman couldn't control her impatience and shouted in the direction of Takamagahara, "I'm here to participate in tonight's performance, not just standing in the doorway in the rain! I want to watch Basara
King, don’t look at these stupid stupid men!”
"That's right, I'm here to see Ukyo! You just use these waiters like wooden stakes to deal with us!" The modesty of more women was also mobilized. The woman who shouted this sentence had "Ukyo" tied on her forehead.
"The white ribbon of life.
"Tell me what time Sakura's performance starts!" The woman in a cherry-pink cheongsam waved her arms, "I haven't seen Sakura for more than a week. I heard that tonight is his farewell performance and I've been crying.
Can't you let me see Sakura earlier tonight?"
The women couldn't wait any longer, like hungry lions in a cage drooling over a plate of fresh meat. The umbrellas in their hands were no longer even used to protect them from the rain. The women used their umbrella handles to knock on the metal.
There was a harsh sound coming from the quality fence to express their protest and dissatisfaction.
The police officers behind the fence were in a dilemma and felt helpless. They claimed that they were sent to maintain order at the scene, but in fact their real task was to protect the guests at the scene and prevent stampedes or congestion from happening... These families were in a difficult situation.
The well-off and well-backed ladies are not something ordinary police officers can offend, but if they are not controlled, a large-scale riot will immediately occur at the scene. The police officers look at me one by one and I look at you.
Dilemma.
A waiter suddenly trotted up to the police officer who was guarding the gate of the fence. He whispered something in the police officer's ear. The police officer lowered his head and looked at his watch, then looked at the waiter as if asking for confirmation: "
you sure?"
"This is the order of the store manager." The waiter responsible for delivering the news nodded, "The store manager said that the comrades of the Metropolitan Police Department have worked hard these past few hours. From now on, the customers can be fully taken care of by Takamagahara."
"No, Gao Tianyuan is a model store for earthquake relief. The special service operation to maintain order on the streets tonight was also emphatically ordered by the director. We are just doing our job." The police officer nodded to the waiter and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He thought to himself that this damn job was finally over. He would rather fight the terrorists than submit to the power of these young ladies.
It's so frustrating to be deaf and mute.
"Dear guests, Gao Tianyuan just issued an announcement that tonight's admission time will be advanced half an hour, and you will be able to enter in three minutes." The police officer picked up the loudspeaker and announced to the crowd, "For everyone's safety and safety,
In order to improve the efficiency of admission, please line up neatly and enter in an orderly manner. Next, I will open the gate of the fence. Remember not to collide, not to be crowded, and not to cause tragedy on such a happy day!"
The police officer repeatedly reminded the safety matters, but obviously his reminders had no effect. Hearing the crowd burst into applause and cheers half an hour earlier than the entrance time, the police officer could clearly feel that
The women's eyes were fixed on their hands that were about to open the gate, just like a group of hungry wolves staring at the moving rabbit meat, waiting for the rabbit to reveal its flaw, and they couldn't wait to pounce on it.
But this was Takamagahara's decision. The announced entrance time was coming soon. If he got stuck at the gate, he would be eaten alive by these women. The police officer swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if he had made some huge determination, and he took
He took out the key and inserted it into the lock of the door. He twisted it suddenly, and with a "squeak", the iron gate slowly opened.
Like a flood, the women who had been waiting outside the street rushed to the door of Takamagahara frantically. The booths and platforms were canceled tonight. Everyone has heard the news, so there will be no reservations and seats.
In terms of the reservation area, everyone wants to occupy a position closer to the stage and watch the farewell performance of the Cowherd they support from the best view. If you are lucky, you may have the opportunity to be a special guest and be invited to perform on stage. That will definitely be possible.
Deep memories that will last a lifetime.
The police officer responsible for guarding the gate was pushed aside by countless hands the first second he opened the door. The palms of those wearing limited-edition rings were soft and delicate. When he came into close contact with these beautiful ladies, the police officer could even smell the strong smell of high-end perfume.
It was like a wave was drowning him, but at this moment he had no charming thoughts at all... It was too late to stop it. With the madness and chaos of these women, an accident would definitely happen when they entered the gate. He who was in charge of the gate would lose his job by then.
He said, he might even be held accountable by the Metropolitan Police Department and big shots, and his future life would be in disarray.
Just when the police officer was almost desperate, a huge wall blocked the gate, blocking the flood water... The police officer rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, and found that it was not a wall, but a
The man was a super sturdy man wearing a bright yellow kimono. The police officer recognized this face and even called him by name, Fujiwara Kansuke. This high-level sumo wrestling star is also somewhat famous in Tokyo.
Fujiwara Kansuke's strong body just blocked the passage of the gate perfectly. This former national sumo wrestler looked around the crowd, with the air of one man blocking the way.
"Admission must be orderly. There will be a waiter responsible for checking tickets at the door to check the security code in each guest's hand. If you pass the check, you can enter." Fujiwara Kansuke announced to the crowd in a rich voice, "Because
The reason for the need to free up the venue is that all food and drinks are placed in the designated self-service area. You can pick them up if needed. There is no consumption of alcohol in Takamagahara tonight. All styles of wine are available in unlimited quantities. As a feedback to everyone who has always supported Takamagahara outside.
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The crowd burst into deafening applause and cheers. There was no confusion or impatience. The guests loudly cheered the names of Takamawara and Fujiwara Kansuke. There were also many women in the crowd waving folding fans with the words "Fujiwara-kun" printed on them. Obviously,
He is a fan of Kansuke Fujiwara.
The police officers watching this scene were a bit doubtful about their lives, not only because Fujiwara Kansuke alone was able to easily resolve the riots that their police force could not maintain no matter what, but also because this man, dressed in a coquettish manner, had no sense of beauty in the eyes of ordinary people.
I'm surprised that the fat man has such high popularity... It seems that Cowherd is really a magical profession.
"Mr. Fujiwara, where is King Basara? Where is Ukyo? Where is Sakura? When can we see them?"
"Mr. Fujiwara, who is today's mysterious guest? Could it be Mr. Aizawa, the famous cowherd in Kyoto?"
"Mr. Fujiwara, how long will tonight's event last? You won't have to clear out the place in the middle of the game. I specially spared a whole night today to attend Sakura's farewell ceremony. At least let us
Have fun!"
"Mr. Fujiwara..."
The women's questions one after another were like a flood, drowning Kansuke Fujiwara. If the police encountered this kind of situation, they would have to answer questions one after another. When they were about to see how this famous cowherd would deal with the situation in front of him,
During the chaotic scene, Kansuke Fujiwara convinced them on the spot with just a few words.
"Beautiful ladies, the banquet has already begun, do you plan to stay here all the time?" Fujiwara Kansuke said loudly to the crowd, "Should you choose to ask me some meaningless questions here and waste this great time, or should you choose to waste this great time by asking me some meaningless questions?
Hurry up and start enjoying this wonderful night in person? I can answer all your questions here. I'm afraid that no matter how wonderful the performance is, it will have ended long ago, so do you still have questions?"
"No more, no more!"
"No! I can't miss Ukyo's farewell performance, otherwise I will regret it for the rest of my life!"
"Hurry up and line up. The earlier you enter, the earlier you can see my Basara King!"
"Quine up in an orderly manner and enter in an orderly manner. Tonight, every wall of Takamagahara is equipped with a multimedia screen, allowing you to view the stage in all directions. The rights of all guests are fair." Fujiwara Kansuke finally announced, "Everyone has it tonight.
Opportunity to take a photo with our red-card Cowherd. The premise is that order and rules are observed when entering. Those who cause chaos will be deprived of admission tonight. I will always stay outside to supervise everyone!"
The restless crowd calmed down in an instant, and the hungry wolves turned into docile white rabbits. These ladies, who were usually high-minded and even unruly, now transformed into well-behaved ladies, queuing up in an orderly manner.
, the picture is harmonious and warm.
The police officers were all dumbfounded. At this moment, they had to admire Gao Tianyuan's Cowherd's skills. This Cowherd's shop was really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
A Rolls-Royce car was parked outside the street, with a lifelike spider pattern printed on the black hood, which was the emblem of the Feng Mo family.
The driver got down from the driving seat, opened the umbrella, and quickly opened the two doors of the back seat. The white-haired old man and the young woman got out of the back seat.
"Give me the umbrella, don't follow us." The old man said to the driver, "Tonight we are not participating as heads of the family, but as friends."
"Yes." The driver respectfully handed over two umbrellas.
Two black umbrellas were opened in the drizzle, and Fuma Kotaro and Sakurai Nanami walked side by side in the direction of Takamagahara.
"Is it appropriate?" Nanami Sakurai asked, "Is it appropriate for an elderly person to go to Cowherd's shop to participate in an event?"