Qin Guan smiled. "You said you were in Asia? Actually, not many people in Asia know me. Other than those brand businessmen and media people, my audience in China can't even be compared to those movie stars who have starred in one or two big dramas. "
"Sister Xue, you can't just focus on the present. How do you know that I won't be able to make a name for myself in the US?
What's the difference between me and them? In the face of absolute power, race is not the final issue. "
"Plus, without the constraints of the endorsement, I can go to the US after I finish filming Director Zhang Jizhong's film. Don't miss me too much then."
Sister Xue was excited. She rubbed her hands. "It's a pity that my English is so poor that I can't go abroad. Otherwise, I would have helped you in the US."
"Be careful when you're alone. It's secondary if you don't take the job. What's most important is not to get cheated!"
"Sister Xue, after I leave, you should find someone who understands you. I think Ouyang Fen is a good choice."
"Bang! “
"It hurts! “
"You bastard! How dare you tease me! "
It's nice to have people around me taking care of me. It's warm.
If one didn't go out for a walk after nightfall in Tokyo, one would feel that their trip to Japan was a waste.
The famous Shinjuku was only two streets away from the hotel. It was a good place for tourists to hunt for beauties, but for Sister Xue and Qin Guan, it was just a tourist attraction.
The structure of Shinjuku was very interesting. It was not like the high-end shops and shopping malls in Ginza, or the high-end clubs in Roppongi.
The busiest place was the food street of Shinjuku. Don't be fooled by the signs outside the izakaya and small restaurants.
There were beautiful, sexy, and neon pictures of girls, which were just to show the general atmosphere of Shinjuku.
On the street, which was as bright as day, the owners would be too embarrassed to greet their neighbors if they didn't have an eye-catching sign.
Perhaps a group of drunken uncles would be gathered behind the signboard of a group of girls. Here, there might only be pickled dishes that went well with alcohol, or the stewed radish that had been around for a long time, winning the favor of the surrounding office workers.
In this stressful society, only by ordering a bottle of sake for his lonely self, along with the smoked anchovies specially made by the rather old boss, would he be able to taste a bit of the taste of home.
After a meal of white rice and side dishes in a traditional Japanese tavern, the two of them walked on with satisfaction.
It was human nature to be curious.
Passing through the crowded restaurants, one floor inside was the red-light district that was very interesting to tourists. In Japan, the public practice of selling sex was not allowed by law.
However, in a country with such a developed service industry, the people at the bottom of the social ladder naturally had their own unique countermeasures, and that was to play the matchmaker.
The Japanese believe that introducing intimate girlfriends to others is a legitimate job, and they work hard for the company's performance to rise.
The tourists who were new to Shinjuku were easily deceived by the enthusiastic group of people soliciting customers on the streets of Shinjuku.
On the street, a young man holding a thick stack of photos of Japanese beauties and selling them to passers-by was more or less a scam.
They would charge a high deposit, and while you were waiting happily in the hotel, a 150-centimeter-tall, 180-kilogram beauty would appear in front of you.
At least she was a real Japanese girl. What was worse was that you would have to wait for a whole night, only to see the girl run away with the money.
Actually, the experienced Japanese guys would also kindly guide you to your real destination.
In the same decorated shops in Shinjuku, their signboards were simple and unadorned.
The beautiful girls would provide considerate service, but it would be hard for a newcomer to win a chance to show off.
Not all the girls here valued money above everything else. There were also many shops that were not open to any tourists.
Therefore, it was hard to say whether Japanese girls were emotional or rational. Seeing so many girls working while keeping their male lovers at the same time, it could be seen that they were like that.
Qin Guan and Sister Xue were curious about everything on the street. They were like local tycoons entering the palace. They had never seen such a western scene in China.
Their heads were like clay figurines with springs, too much for the eyes to take in.
"Excuse me. Please come to our American shop. We have good service."
"Brother! Little brother! We're having an event today... "
Every tourist and office worker in Tokyo was greeted by a man dressed like a salon worker. There was no one around Qin Guan and Sister Xue.
"Sister Xue, are they looking down on me?"
"I don't know. Don't handsome men come here to vent their feelings? Or are there so few handsome guys in Tokyo that you don't have to come here to play? "
The duo, who didn't understand the situation, continued to move forward in confusion. Anyway, they were just strolling around. Wouldn't it be better if no one disturbed them?
"Xiao Ze, hey, did you see the person who just passed by?"
"Tsk, tsk! Idiot! I have eyes! He is an obvious target! "
"Hahahaha, Zi Chuan, Masaki, and the others are going to be out of luck! Is that a killing move of the Roppongi guys? "
"No way, I heard that the competition between Roppongi and Shinjuku is very fierce, but this kid came alone, isn't he a little weak?"
The two men were whispering to each other as they watched them leave. Suddenly, a loud voice came from behind them. "They're coming!"
"Is that Ren Er from the Roppongi Club? What is he doing here? "
"Who knows? It's just a competition between brothels. We are girls. We are not in the same line of work. There is nothing to be afraid of. "
"That's right. If you have the time, you should think of a way to drive those black people out!"
"F * ck! When did they get involved in the service of a foreign girl? "
A small leader who looked rather weathered put down the loudspeaker he used to attract customers. As his subordinates lit cigarettes and served him, he said, "It's all because the boss of this area has just changed. Didn't you see that the shop that plays with small steel balls has also changed owners?"
"After a while, we'll go visit the dock again. If there's a stronger leader here, the management of the group of black people should be strengthened. What's the point of saying all these useless things? How many customers did you get today? "
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