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Ruri Kazama is very sincere.
The Kassel trio were filled with awe.
Listen to what they say! No wonder they've been the top seller for years. They can adapt their approach to dealing with women and it works just as well. That's real skill and talent.
"Then, may I sit next to Mr. Gao?" Kazama Ruri looked at the empty seat to Gao Kui's right, her eyes still sincere.
That might not be appropriate, would it?
The three members of the Kassel group all looked at Genji.
Genjiro was still gazing intently at Kazama Ruri, his eyes filled with anger, fear, and a fleeting hint of murderous intent.
The three members of the Kassel group all keenly noticed Genji's complex emotions and immediately filled in the blanks with his inner thoughts.
He was angry because the girl he liked preferred Gao Kui, he was wary because of Gao Kui's Kassel background, he harbored murderous intent towards Kazama Ruri because of love turned to hate, or perhaps he was so angry and ashamed that his dignity as a man was attacked that he developed murderous intent towards Gao Kui.
The three exchanged glances, their eyes seemingly confirming each other's guesses and thoughts, and finally reached a common conclusion.
Genjiro, the head of the Japanese Executive Bureau and the young master of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, is a seemingly magnanimous and promising young man. In reality, he is a hypocrite with a narrow mind and a heart of stone, and may even be a perverted killer who would kill any girl who rejects him.
This person is not someone to be trusted; in fact, one must be constantly on guard against him. In any case, Genjiro's fleeting murderous intent could not escape the notice of the three.
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear..."
Gao Kui suddenly became loud and boisterous, wriggling like a maggot, reaching behind his waist and groping for a while before pulling out Ebony and Ivory and slamming them onto the table, pointing the gun at Yuan Zhisheng.
"I was wondering what was causing my back pain. Turns out it was the cosplay prop gun I bought this morning. Look at my memory, I should have just left it in the hotel."
The private room fell into a deathly silence once again.
The girls pursed their lips and looked at the two guns placed on the table.
Gao Kui said these were cosplay props, and the pair of pistols did indeed resemble cosplay props, one black and one white, with reliefs and inscriptions on them, like works of art made by a master, quite different from common firearms.
But the girls there frequented nightclubs and wouldn't be so naive as to think these were really toy guns, even though Japan is a country that nominally bans guns.
This is a capitalist country. A "big shot" like Gao Kui, who can casually throw away more than 16 million US dollars, can ignore and trample on the vast majority of the rules and laws of this island nation.
Genji was startled back to his senses by the sound of a pistol slamming on the table. He glanced at the two pistols on the table, then at the three Kassels who were inexplicably hostile towards him, and realized that he had just lost his composure to some extent.
Kassel must never know about the ghosts and the Fierce Ghosts.
"Sorry, I was thinking about some work-related matters just now. According to Chinese custom, I will punish myself with three drinks."
Genji smiled apologetically, grabbed the Yamazaki whisky from the table, glanced at Kazama Ruri, tilted his head back, and gulped down the whisky from the bottle.
Kazama Ruri took the opportunity to sit between Gao Kui and Chu Zihang, leaning closer to Gao Kui, biting her lip and lowering her voice, glancing at Genji with some fear.
"That Mr. Yuan seems to be a very deep and thoughtful person."
What a good girl.
Hearing Kazama Ruri's whispers, Gao Kui and Chu Zihang became even more convinced that she was a good girl.
After keenly realizing that Genjiro was a narrow-minded and ruthless hypocrite, they, undeterred by Genjiro's power and wealth, kindly and subtly reminded them to be careful of him.
If she's not a good girl, what is she?
Chapter 120 Tragic Life
The ebony and ivory items remained on the table, and several girls stayed behind, surrounding the four-person nightclub group in a riot of color.
Caesar was in his element, surrounded by two girls, while Chu Zihang was at a loss with two girls clinging to his arms. Yuan Zhisheng casually echoed the girl beside him as he drank his wine in silence.
Gao Kui held the little hand of the JK girl, but turned his body towards Kazama Ruri, whispering to the prettiest girl in Japanese.
"Miss Kazama Ruri..."
"Ah, Mr. Gao, are you still going to call me by my full name? Isn't that too polite?"
"That Kazama-san?"
"No, please call me Liuli."
"Liuli-san?"
Having lived in Japan for decades and interacted with hundreds of Japanese girls, Gao Kui has a fairly good understanding of Japanese etiquette. Calling someone by their first name instead of their surname is a way of addressing someone that is only used by very close friends.
However, this is a nightclub, and even girls you're meeting for the first time can be addressed with very intimate terms. If you don't build rapport with your big customers, you're not going to sell any alcohol.
"Ah."
Amidst the dazzling lights and bustling crowds, Ruri Kazama's long eyelashes trembled: "May I call you Takakui-kun?"
Kazama Ruri asked Takagi to address her in a more intimate way, but she didn't reciprocate by asking him to do the same. For a hostess, this is a very appropriate approach.
At least on the surface, there is a huge gap in the financial resources and social status between the two. The superior can take the initiative to build a relationship with the inferior. Even if the inferior is just probing or asking questions, it is an offense to the Japanese class system.
"Of course, you can call me whatever you want. I'm not Japanese, so I don't really care about these rules."
"Gao Kui-kun is Chinese, right? Although he is not as rigid as the Japanese, I remember that China also emphasizes certain social etiquette. Rather, it is more accurate to say that Japan's rigid culture of politeness and social etiquette is an imitation of the 'overflowing water' mentality of its suzerain country."
Kazama Ruri leaned closer to Gao Kui and said with a smile, "For example, Cao Cao can call Zhang Liao 'Wen Yuan,' but Wen Yuan cannot call Cao Cao 'Meng De,' and he can't even ask, 'May I call you Meng De?'"
Such unspoken rules of social interaction still exist in Chinese society today.
"You seem to know quite a bit about the Three Kingdoms period."
Gao Kui's thoughts began to race: "It's a pity that it's not the era of live streaming yet. Otherwise, with your qualifications, you wouldn't need to use a fake identity at all. You could just go straight to live streaming platforms in China."
Let's start with the usual Japanese girl watching the Three Kingdoms, then sample some Chinese snacks and soft drinks, praise the Chinese tokusatsu series "Armor Hero," and finally fast forward to the "Don't Laugh Challenge"...
It might earn you more than you would as a male escort or hostess.
However, you might actually consider making a career out of live streaming. You're only 23 this year, and by the time you're 30, that's when live streaming will start to take off.
Even if you were still young and beautiful then, you might not want to continue working as a male escort or hostess. While being a livestreamer also requires smiling and swaying, it's still better than being groped by customers in a nightclub.
"Gao Kui-kun is really gentle."
Kazama Ruri covered her mouth and chuckled: "No one has ever thought about my future or said anything like this to me before."
"Don't just casually label me with that clichéd 'gentle and kind' tag for male protagonists in light novels that's like toilet paper."
Gao Kui subconsciously made a sarcastic remark, then asked in surprise, "Has no one ever told you these things? That shouldn't be the case. Isn't it something everyone loves to do to drag innocent women into prostitution and persuade them to reform?"
Wearing a suit with a large belly and an LV belt, he put his arm around a female escort and boasted about his career, making a promise that it wouldn't count once he left the nightclub, urging the prostitute to reform herself...
"Gao Kui is really humorous. Is this the style of all the big shots in China who go to nightclubs?"
"Who knows? Maybe it's just my stereotype as a peasant fantasizing about whether the emperor used a golden hoe or a silver hoe to till the land."
Gao Kui shrugged and added, "At least this kind of image is quite common in our local films and television dramas. Wouldn't important figures in Japan do this?"
"I do not know."
Kazama Ruri brushed a stray hair from her forehead: "Today is my first day as a hostess, and Takagi-kun specifically requested my first male customer."
Before this, I had only been receiving housewives and similar women.
The first time always has special significance.
Yuan Zhisheng held the girl in his arms and gulped down a glass of wine. The bitter wine made his heart ache. As a super hybrid, he could easily hear their whispers.
How can you be so skilled? What have you been through all these years?!
Genjiro was really afraid that Kazama Ruri and Takagi would actually go for it; just thinking about the scene made Genjiro want to die.
"Is this the first customer to specifically request you? I'm really lucky."
"No, I'm the lucky one. I was fortunate to meet such a gentle client as Mr. Gao Kui. Moreover, he generously spent 1600 million US dollars, which made us all a little fortune."
Kazama Ruri skillfully mixed two drinks with Hennessy XO, pineapple juice, and Perrier-Jouët white, and served one of them to Gao Kui.
"This drink is called Moulin Rouge, named after an iconic nightclub in the Montmartre district of Paris, France. Let's toast to our good fortune."
Gao Kui took the glass and drank it all in one gulp. He was here at the nightclub to have fun, so there was no reason not to drink.
"How about it?"
"It tastes good." Gao Kui, who has absolutely no knowledge of wine tasting culture, succinctly stated.
After a pause, Gao Kui added, "You can also mix drinks?"
"A male escort who knows how to mix drinks is more likely to win the favor of housewives. Besides Moulin Rouge, I know about dozens of other bartending techniques. Would you like to give me a try, Gao Kui-kun?"
"Let's drink and chat." Gao Kui nodded. Isn't the point of coming to a nightclub to drink and chat with girls?
"What would you like to talk about, Gao Kui-kun?"
"Tell me why you became a gigolo?" Gao Kui couldn't think of a good topic for a moment.
When men go to nightclubs, besides bragging and discussing business, they can only find topics to talk about with the girls, and then fast forward to advising prostitutes to reform.
"This story begins when I was very young."
This time, Kazama Ruri didn't deliberately lower her voice, nor did she turn her back to Gao Kui. Instead, she faced the table, her slender hands fiddling with various bottles and cocktail shakers, as if she wanted to tell the world what she was saying.
"Like many girls who have fallen into prostitution, I have a less than happy family. I have never met my parents since I was born. I only have my brother and adoptive father to rely on."
My adoptive father was a very good man, but he was very busy. He had a career in the big city that required him to work hard, so he arranged for my brother and me to stay in our old family home in the countryside and hired a maid to take care of our daily needs.
Everyone in the private room stopped whispering and remained quiet to listen to Kazama Ruri tell her story.
"Our lives are fairly comfortable, but we are very lonely. Children always crave the favor of their elders and want to tell their parents about the boring things that happen every day. So we look forward to our adoptive father being able to come back and visit us every day."
But my adoptive father doesn't seem to like me.
After he came back one time, he took my brother to the city where he lived. After that, I fantasized every day about when my adoptive father would come back and take me away too.
I waited and waited, until the cherry blossoms in the courtyard bloomed and fell, but I was still all alone, guarding the deserted old house.
Yuan Zhisheng continued to drink silently, admitting that he also thought his father's way of handling the problem was inappropriate.
The old man said he had long seen that the girl's bloodline was not very stable and needed special treatment, but after reflecting on it, Genji felt that there might have been a better way to handle it back then.
Instead of leaving Yuan Zhinü in the town, he would keep her by his side or send her to a place with stricter supervision. This way, even if Zhinü's bloodline deteriorated, she could be stopped before she did something wrong, and he wouldn't need to execute his younger brother himself.
It can only be said that no one is perfect, and we shouldn't be too harsh on our fathers. After all, who can always make the right decisions?
"Sometimes, people have to accept the fact that their parents don't love them, or at least not that much. It takes a long time to realize this."
For no apparent reason, Gao Kui suddenly thought of Guo Qilin and his son Guo Degang, who were very popular on the internet. After thinking about it, he felt that Kazama Ruri's adoptive father probably didn't like her.
"Yes, my adoptive father did not love me. The only person he truly cared about was my older brother, because my brother had been better than me in every way since childhood, so he naturally had higher expectations for him."