Lu Mingfei Returned From Death

Chapter 477 Caesar, come and see the myth

"Ah, I'm fine, thank you!"

Kijima Ikumi hurriedly supported her frame and took the boardwalk handed over by Chu Zihang with a rosy face.

Although he doesn't understand much Japanese, Arigado Chu Zihang can still understand it.

After thinking carefully for a moment, he responded:

"I am Ukyo, a kendo school called Nokami's Dream Itto Style. The thing I like is enjoying loneliness, and the thing I hate is true loneliness. Recently, I am more concerned about the fact that I just came here and cannot integrate into the peaceful society of this world. I hope there will be more ladies. support."

This was the character design given to him by Niulangdian. After memorizing it for a while, Chu Zihang was able to memorize this paragraph in Japanese.

"Okay, I will always support you, Ukyo!"

Kijima Ikumi said excitedly while holding the wooden board containing the meat.

Although the man in front of you doesn't seem to speak Japanese very well and speaks very strictly, who wouldn't love this kind of beautiful boy who will support you with his bare upper body and speak "gently" to you?
At this moment, the woman named Kijima Ikumi came to Cowherd's shop for the first time, and she had already succumbed to Chu Zihang's male lust.

Under the excellent performance, the place became more and more lively. At the same time, the fish was brought off the stage and delivered to every table.

The women who ate it looked intoxicated, nodded and praised greatly. I am afraid that none of the famous chefs in Japan have ever received such warm praise.

This is the role of nighttime occasions. Chu Zihang himself serves as a catalyst to continuously ignite the enthusiasm of women.

Among them was a drunk woman who, given the occasion, rushed to the stage and poured champagne on Chu Zi's well-defined arms and chest.

Watching the wine flow through the gap between her breasts, all the women raised their glasses and applauded her brave move.

"Crazy, these women are crazy, why didn't any woman pour champagne on me at that time!"

Looking at Chu Zihang who seemed to be shining brightly on the stage, Fingel gritted his teeth and said jealously.

"Be normal, don't be poor, don't end up like a Chinese harem after entering a Cowherd's shop." After glancing at Fingel's pretentious expression, Caesar calmly moved to the side. After a while, he said, "We are here just to avoid being hunted by the Sheqi family, but that doesn't mean we are really going to accept our fate as cowherds here."

"Of course, adhering to the principle of loving what you do, I still suggest that the gigolo do his job well, but he should not act like a young lady."

"Okay boss, from today on, I will be the most upright cowherd in Gao Tianyuan, and I will never let you down!" Fingel said righteously.

"Just know."

Caesar, who already knew what he was, just waved his hand as a response.

The lights on the dance floor suddenly went dark, and a high platform rose again on the stage that was already higher than the dance floor. The beam of light falling from the sky enveloped the tall figure on the high platform.

The burly figure held the overhead microphone tightly with both hands. He didn't look like he was hosting, but more like he was holding a sword to fight.

"Angels, are you happy tonight?"

The guy raised his neck and roared like a rock star.

"hapiness!"

Guests in various costumes waved their hands and whistled.

"Has our flower arrangement made you feel the warmth of the Garden of Eden?" the guy asked again, taking steps like Elvis Presley.

Not only the guests, but also the cowherds present stood up and applauded the man in the sky, including Caesar, Fingel, and the cold-faced Chu Zihang.

Although the other party always seemed to be out of tune, after actually communicating with the other party, the three of them still admired this man who always upheld his own ikebana.

"Tonight, just tonight, we have added another proud and pretty flower to our flower arrangement. Please shout out his name to me!"

"Ukyo! Ukyo! Ukyo!" shouted the crowd.

"Yes, it is Ukyo, the brother of Basara King and Heracles. Like the other two, he also comes from abroad, but it is not Basara King's Italy, nor Heracles' Germany, but that mysterious country, China.

A beautiful young man like Ukyo Tachibana comes to you to escape the world. He embraces you with hands accustomed to holding a murderous knife. Are you willing to accept his embrace?

In other words, are you willing to use your love and warmth to keep this aloof young man? "

"If you love, please hold on tight, don't let go, don't miss it!"

Under the soulful singing of the man on the high platform, the snare drum in the background also started beating.

The waiters were divided into two groups, one group held a golden box in their hands, and the other group walked between the booths, with trays in their hands filled with cherry-red envelopes.

Tonight's protagonist, Chu Zihang, stood alone, cold and beautiful in the other corner of the stage.

The flower tickets representing support are one thousand yen each, and each ticket represents Chu Zihang's popularity.

In order to get the stunning gigolo to stay, the guests took out banknotes and threw them on the tray.

At first, everyone bought only one or two pieces, but as the drum beat became more and more compact, it became ten or eight pieces.

Among them, Kijima Ikumi contributed 100,000 yen alone and bought a hundred flower tickets.

The beat of the drums was as rapid as a rainstorm, and the banknotes were falling like a blizzard. The waiters holding gold boxes bowed in front of each table, and the guests dropped handfuls of envelopes into the boxes.

Whenever someone votes, Chu Zihang also bows from a distance on the stage.

In the end, the envelopes were so stuffed that the golden box popped out.

"Ukyo stays! We love you!" Kijima Ikumi jumped up and shouted.

The drums stopped, and the nightclub was as silent as heaven and earth had just opened.

The waiters hung the gold box on a wire rope and hoisted it into the air. Another wire rope lowered a bunch of cherry-red firecrackers and hung them in front of the store manager. The store manager took out a pair of silver scissors from his suit pocket and pointed them at the store manager. Show everyone.

"Before his official debut tonight, Ukyo has already received three hundred and twenty flower tickets, so what about tonight?"

The store manager stood on the high platform, took out handfuls of envelopes from the gold box, and sprinkled them on Chu Zihang's head.

"Ten, twenty, forty, eighty, a hundred!"

"Here's a hundred, and then another hundred!"

During the store manager's report, the waiters used pens to draw the correct characters on the paper.

The correct number has reached five hundred, which means that the guests have spent half a million yen on Chu Zihang.

Or the kind who doesn’t ask for anything, just for a beautiful smile. Everyone is waiting for the final number.

With Chu Zihang's achievements, what they are worried about now is not whether he can pass the first test of joining the company, but whether he can break the record of this nightclub.

In other words, whether he can break the legend of that ruler.

Even though some women shake their heads and feel that the chances are not high, these new fans of Chu Zihang always keep their expectations.

"Six hundred flower tickets!" The store manager announced the final result, "Our Ukyo has obtained a total of 920 flower tickets in just a few performances. This is the third best man in the history of our Takamagahara, and there are With six votes, he can surpass the 925 votes Basara King received yesterday!"

"Welcome the love of Nine Hundred Rings to our Ukyo!"

With that said, the store manager lit the bunch of cherry-red firecrackers.

"Sure enough, every time I see these hundreds of firecrackers, I feel full of disobedience, as if I have returned to the capital of China." Fingel clicked his tongue, "And when I talk about the capital, I think of the roast duck there again. .”

Ignoring Fingel's soliloquy, Caesar just hugged his chest and said:

"Nine hundred and twenty, which is not a bad result. At least the number of tickets is enough. We no longer have to worry about losing this highly concealed and well-paid job, and we don't have to worry about the Japanese arrest warrants. Ordered.

Fortunately, I was worried that this cold-faced killer would not be able to adapt to such a job, but now it seems that he is quite enjoying it. "

As wanted criminals on charges of nuclear fuel smuggling and terrorist attacks, they can only stay safe in this dark place under two black and white lights.

"Based on what I know about him, he definitely doesn't enjoy life like you, boss." Fingel looked at Chu Zihang's face in the distance and said, "He is just very serious and responsible for any work. ”

"Tonight, every table will get a free bottle of Champagne King!" The store manager hung the wire rope around his waist, then showed off his black wings and flew over the dance floor coquettishly.

The dance music started again, the DJ appeared on the high platform and swung his butt sexily, and the cowherds jumped onto the dance floor with the guests.

"Ukyo! Ukyo! Ukyo!" This name came from everywhere.

"BasaraKing! BasaraKing! BasaraKing!" Caesar, who had been watching silently, was finally discovered by everyone. Women raised their glasses to him one after another, and some even gathered around him with wine glasses.

There was even a woman shouting Heracles looking at Fingel.

This provoked him to raise his hands high, and a series of front flips appeared in front of the guests.

This fancy performance once again caused everyone to burst into uproar.

"Huh~, today's work is finally over." Caesar took off his revealing clothes and walked into the bathroom and said, "Honestly, if you don't consider the affairs of the Sheqi family, playing house with these white and rich beauties is actually It’s quite interesting.”

"This is work, not playing house. To be precise, we are not even official Cowherds, just apprentice Cowherds. If we don't behave well, we won't even have this hiding place."

On the other side, walking into the bath, Chu Zihang said calmly.

"I know, I know." Caesar dipped into the bath and waved his hand, "Isn't this just a metaphor? Don't worry, I'm definitely no worse than you at work."

"By the way, and you, Fingel, be stricter when you go back. I know you are the Minister of Information, and you dare to tell even the principal's gossip, but don't forget, we are all comrades now.

So as long as we know this experience ourselves, others must keep it secret, and we must form a consistent voice, do you understand? "

"I understand, I understand!" Fingel nodded repeatedly, "I won't be able to graduate if I betray you."

"It seems that because this is the top Cowherd Club in Tokyo, it seems that during the internship period, you have to save 800 flower tickets in two weeks before you can stay. In addition to this requirement, you must also pass the store manager's interview to prove that we are from within. They are all excellent men outside," Caesar said.

"Well, you remember correctly." Chu Zihang said while soaking in the water with his eyes closed, "We have been saving flower tickets very quickly. In just three days, you have saved 925 tickets. I have also saved 920 tickets, and it is estimated that Caesar and I will be scheduled for interviews soon."

"When we pass the interview, we will officially be the cowherds. At that time, we will not only have free room and board, but our weekly salary will be doubled. Even the original 10% commission on a bottle of wine will be increased to 15%."

"If you become a master cowherd, your salary and commissions can be increased further." Caesar said with stern eyes.

"The three of us are really frighteningly strong!" Fingel added with excitement, "When I have enough 800 tickets, I'll apply for the assessment, okay!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Just as the three of them were enjoying their future, chaotic footsteps suddenly sounded in the aisle outside.

In Caesar's sensitive ears, he could hear the voices of batch after batch of senior Cowherds.

"So many people are running at this time, what happened?" Caesar frowned.

"How about I go take a look." Chu Zihang got up from the bathroom.

The water flowed down from his body, and at the same time, he held the black-sheathed Murasame in his hand.

Whether sleeping or bathing, he always carries his weapon with him.

The same thing happened to Caesar on the other side. He was alert with Dictado in his hand.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was another rapid knock on the door.

After glancing at Fingel, Caesar threw the Desert Eagle to him.

A few seconds later, Chu Zihang was squatting in the bathtub with Murasame in hand, while Fingel was hiding behind the carved wooden screen with Sand Eagle in hand.

Then Caesar placed Dictado close to his body, wrapped himself in a bath towel and went to open the door.

Opening the door, there was a voluptuous 200-pound fat man that several people had seen before.

His name is Fujiwara Kansuke. He was once a rising star in the sumo wrestling world. He had many fans at the Cowherd Shop. Of course, most of them were his fans when he was a sumo wrestler.

He combed his samurai hair and put on a striped kimono, with four large Chinese characters "Feng Lin Shan" written on the front.

At this time, Fujiwara Kansuke was no longer a swaying mass of fat, nor was he a wretched man in cross-dress. His forearms exposed from his sleeves were as strong as calves, his broad face showed no expression, and his eyes were straight. See Caesar.

After seeing that the visitor was a familiar senior, Caesar breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked in English:
"Fujiwara-senpai, what did you come here to do, and what was the sound I heard in the corridor just now?"

"The interview is about to begin." Kansuke Fujiwara whispered, "In addition to the store manager, our Shinhwa Takamagahara is also here. I heard that he is very interested in you and wants to come and watch your assessment in person. Those footsteps you heard The sound is that everyone is meeting the myth."

"The myth of Takamagahara?"

Hearing this title, Caesar couldn't help but get excited, "The myth you are talking about is the man who placed me in second place in Cowherd's debut and made thousands of firecrackers explode?"

"Ten minutes, you all dress up." Kansuke Fujiwara just said, "Also, bring Heracles with you. The store manager and the guy who wants to interview him are also here."

(End of this chapter)