Chapter 118: Art Museum Storm

Sanyuan District is the red light district in Nagasaki, with hundreds of large and small tea houses, restaurants, brothels and art galleries.

In the ***, the first-class geisha has a high status. When a wife hears her husband and a well-known geisha make friends, she will feel a light on her face. Because the geisha has its professional ethics, she is not allowed to have relationships with any man during her career to ensure the purity of the entire industry. Of course, this refers to first-class geisha. In fact, many geisha are also engaged in a life of selling flesh.

When Nagasaki merchants talk about things, they also like to come to Sanyuan District to find a tea house, ask geishas to accompany the tea to make fun of it, or go directly to the art hall to talk.

Chunjiang Pavilion is the most famous art museum in Sanyuan District. It has a deep courtyard. The wooden houses and lofts in the courtyard are dotted with garden pools and green wood in the flower beds. The environment is extremely quiet.

There are dozens of geisha living in the entire Chunjiang Pavilion. Because Chunjiang Pavilion has always followed the ancient creed of selling arts but not selling body, it has made its reputation the best. Businessmen also like to invite Chunjiang Pavilion geisha to go and make tea circumferences. Although the price is extremely expensive, each time the tea circumference is priced at two hours, the top three pillars cost about twenty silver dollars each.

Sitting in the carriage, Weiyue Yiori carefully helped Ye Zhao tidy up his braids and tied a small flower with a small jade ornament. Ye Zhao was speechless for a moment and said, "Is the braids quite ugly?"

Aizuki Iori was surprised and said, "How could it be? Many people want to keep it but can't afford it, so they have to buy fake braids. The braids are black and shiny, and very beautiful."

Ye Zhao was stunned and said, "Fake braid?"

Aizuki Iori nodded: "Well, the police officers of the security team like to wear fake braids the most."

Ye Zhao gradually understood that it must be the rise of the Japanese circle of the two Japanese devils. Those who are closer to the Chinese are naturally proud of pretending to be Chinese devils. Even if they start to keep their hair, they will not be able to tie up in a few months. It is reasonable to have a fake braid industry.

This idea was quickly confirmed. In front of Chunjiang Pavilion, a large teapot similar to a Chinese brothel welcomed guests. When I saw a group of braids, I nodded and bowed immediately. Who dared to mess with the pure Chinese or a bunch of Chinese?

The red lanterns hanging high in front of the Shunjiang Pavilion were also replaced with pure Chinese characters. In fact, the entire Nagasaki shops are almost in this style. Chinese characters are used instead of Hirata and Kasabay. Anyway, the *** characters come from Chinese characters, so it is not difficult to understand their meaning. Using Chinese characters naturally seems more formal and more knowledgeable than using *** characters.

***The male servant soon recognized Aiyue Iori in a noble kimono, but when he saw the Chinese adult walking beside her handsome and extraordinary demeanor, he naturally did not dare to talk to Aiyue Iori.

I guess it is true that Aizuki Iori's first dance has a bid of up to 500 silver dollars. If he becomes a formal geisha, he must be the pillar of Harujiang Pavilion. The entire Nagasaki and Edo Geisha circles have no more beautiful appearance and better temperament than her. I heard that she was sold to a wealthy Chinese businessman at a high price of 20,000 silver dollars. However, the boss was still frightened by the power of the Chinese and dared not to sell it. Speaking of which, although Aizuki Iori didn't use much money to sell it to the art museum at home, the owner of the art museum has invested a lot of money in training her, probably because the boss saw her at first sight.

I felt that she had a unique skeleton and would definitely be the best among geishas. Since she entered the art hall at the age of six, the boss has devoted countless efforts, and never asked her to serve her master during her apprenticeship. In order to cultivate her temperament, she was extremely luxurious. A carefully cut exquisite kimono often costs dozens or even hundreds of silver dollars. In the past ten years, she has probably spent thousands of dollars on her. When she saw the harvest, she was forcibly bought by the Chinese. Although she had never lost money and made a fortune, the boss was still heartbroken for a long time.

After entering the art hall, Aizuki Iori asked Ye Zhao: "Sir, what dance do you like? My teacher, Huada Matsuko, is gentle in dancing, and Teacher Keida is good at flower arrangement, piano fans, Kitashima..."

Ye Zhao waved his hand and said, "Just call your teacher."

"yes."

An obese woman ran out of the flower hall, nodded and bowed to Ye Zhao and others, and said in Chinese: "Hello, everyone!"

The tone of voice was extremely strange, and Ye Zhao's scalp was numb.

Immediately, Aizuki Iori and the woman communicated in Japanese, and asked the woman to lead her and others to the dance room of Mr. Huatian. Although it was her teacher there, at this time, she was determined to help Ye Zhao bargain, so that the woman would not ask for money all over the place.

After the two talked for a while, the bargaining ended. The woman smiled flatteringly and said a few words of Japanese to Ye Zhao. Aizuki Yiori said, "Sir, she asked you if you bought me for 20,000 silver dollars."

Ye Zhao was speechless. The madam asked well, Aizuki Iori turned it over better, and shook the folding fan and said, "Let's go."

Seeing Ye Zhao's arrogant look, the woman smiled even more flatteringly, nodded and bowed, making a gesture of invitation.

Walking on the stone road, you will pass through several flower walls. There is a row of wooden houses in front of you. There are red paint signs hanging next to the lintel of the wooden house. Nowadays, the first room on the left is "Flower Field Pine Nuts".

When I climbed the wooden steps of the wooden house, Aiyue Yiori squatted down gently to help Ye Zhao take off his shoes. Even if he served the people, his posture was so elegant. Ye Zhao felt a little ashamed. She was so natural and served so happily, without any oppression. It was like her gentleness and quiet melting the wall between equality or inequality.

Then Weiyue Yiori's white cloth socks walked out of the wooden clogs with extremely lightweight and followed Ye Zhao into the dance room.

Bai Laoheng and several casual guards Zehou were outside.

Aizuki Iori's teacher is about thirty years old. She is covered with a thick white powder on her face, and she can't see through her joys, sorrows, sorrows, and happiness. This is probably one of the attractiveness of geisha. She always maintains a kind of gentle and firm reserve in front of the guests. She can't detect any joys, sorrows, and she can't control her face with heavy makeup. She also grasps her perfectly between looking around, advancing and retreating.

Seeing her dancing, Ye Zhao smiled and pointed to the opposite side of the wooden table, saying, "Please sit down."

Weiyue Yiori naturally acted as the translator, and she kept kneeling on the side of the wooden table to pour tea and water for Ye Zhao.

Hanada Matsuko sat opposite her, smiled and said a few words in Japanese.

Aizuki Yiori said to Hanada Matsuko, "Think three times, Aliado" and turned to Ye Zhao, "Sir, Hanada Teacher said that the tea I made is better than hers, so she won't be ugly anymore. My dance is better than hers, and I shouldn't be ugly in front of you."

Ye Zhao smiled and said to Aiyue Yiori: "If you have a chance, you can dance to me, but don't wipe this white powder, it looks creepy."

Huatian Songzi said a few more words.

Weiyue Yiori said: "Teacher Hanada said, you are very handsome and look like you have a kind heart. If I can follow you, she will feel relieved." In fact, Hanada also said things like Weiyue Yiori's heart is kind, but she did not turn it over.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Thank you, you are so polite."

There is no doubt that Matsuko Hanada has a very good impression of Ye Zhao. She is young and rich and so handsome. But I really didn't expect Manako to have such a good home. The only thing I worry about is that this young man spends money like earth. I am afraid that the second generation ancestor can spend 20,000 silver dollars to buy a maid, but I am afraid that my family business will be ruined sooner or later.

Ye Zhao turned to Aiyue Yiori at this time and smiled and said, "Where is Xiaoli stupid?"

Weiyue Yiori stared at Ye Zhao with beautiful eyes, and Ye Zhao said, "Call him." Although she was a little uneasy in her eyes, she seemed to be worried that Ye Zhao would hurt her Paratu lover, but she turned around and said a few words to the young prostitute she served. The young prostitute hurriedly left. *** The woman's gentle obedience was undoubtedly revealed to Weiyue Yiori at this moment.

Outside the house, a noise suddenly came. Ye Zhao frowned slightly, the wooden door opened, and Bai Laoheng stood in front of the door like an iron tower. The fat woman from the art museum couldn't come in, and was anxiously chanting something in Japanese.

Huatian Songzi's face changed and she said apologetically to Ye Zhao: "Sir, someone is looking for me outside."

After listening to the translation of Weiyue Yiori, Ye Zhao laughed and said, "Go, it's okay."

Huatian Songzi hurriedly thanked her and hurriedly walked out.

The noise outside was even louder, and it was the *** people who quarreled by themselves. Ye Zhao didn't want to pay attention, but when he heard a "pop", the woman cried bitterly, and it seemed that she was slapped in the face.

Ye Zhao frowned and said, "What's going on?"

Weiyue Yiori's pretty face was full of concern, but Ye Zhao didn't move. She just sat quietly with Ye Zhao. After hearing Ye Zhao's question, she said: "It seems that someone bullies Mr. Huatian. Teacher Huatian must accompany him to have a drink."

Ye Zhao frowned and said, "We haven't arrived yet, right? Where can I go? Let's go and have a look."

Next to the flowerbed a few steps away from the wooden house, a young man wearing fake braids but speaking skillfully was holding Huatian Matsuko's arm and dragging it outward. Huatian Matsuko's hair bun was a little scattered, and it was obvious that she was slapped just now.

The fat madam came up to persuade her and was kicked down by the young man with a gloomy face.

Bai Laoheng and several other guards ignored him and ignored him.

Ye Zhao glanced at Aiyue Iori, and Aiyue Iori translated: "Mr. Yamamoto said that you must accompany him tonight, and accompany him..." At this point, disgust and uneasiness appeared on his face.

The fat woman who was kicked down was also in a hurry to seek medical treatment. When she saw Ye Zhao standing next to the sliding door, she cried and wanted to come up, but was stopped by Bai Laoheng. She screamed in silence.

Aizuki Iori said: "She asked her husband for help, saying that Teacher Hanada should accompany her at the moment, and asked her to plead with Yamamoto."

The young man named Yamamoto looked at him when he heard the madam shouting, and then stared at Aiyue Yiori, swallowed his saliva in his throat, and then pointed at Ye Zhao and said something.

Aizuki Iori said: "Mr. Yamamoto said that his father is the deputy general manager of the Public Security Bureau. He is not afraid of you Chinese. He told him not to meddle in other people's business."

Ye Zhao shook his head. The two Japanese devils in any country are all so virtuous. They folded the fan and said to Bai Laoheng: "I've finished watching the monkey show, give him out."

"Zhe!" Bai Laoheng responded loudly, turned around and made gestures. Several guards immediately rushed forward, and they burst into pieces. Yamamoto and his two followers were knocked down.

Yamamoto fell to his nose and his face was swollen, and he was even pressed by someone, but he pointed at Ye Zhao in dissatisfaction and shouted. Naturally, it could be seen that the group of people who hit him were the teenage servants.

Weiyue Yiori said: "He said, if you are in trouble, even if you are a Chinese, you will have trouble if you beat him."

Ye Zhao was speechless, thought for a while, and took out the business card of Zhang merchant Ye Zhao from his sleeve and gave it to Aiyue Yiori, and said, "Give him my film, tell him that Nagasaki Consul Ma Bowen is my good friend, and Li Jingzhong, the General Officer of the Public Security Bureau, is my younger brother. You ask him to take this film with his father to meet Li Jingzhong, and ask Yamamoto to go to the prison for half a year, otherwise I will ask Ma Bowen Ma to handle this matter."

Aizuki Iori nodded gently, then elegantly stepped down the wooden steps, stepped into the clogs, and shook the steps with a very decent little step, bent down and handed the film to Yamamoto, and said a few words of Japanese, and naturally followed Ye Zhao's instructions.

The young man who was shouting suddenly disappeared and turned into a panic on his face. He said a few more words to Ye Zhao, but his voice was much smaller.

Ye Zhao had already turned around and entered the dance room. He knew without the need for an interpreter and was begging for mercy.

When Huatian Matsuko entered the dance room again, she had washed away the thick white powder on her face and combed her hair again. She was a pretty beautiful woman, but she was a little fat, obviously not as good as she felt before she took off her makeup.

It’s rare after all, a geisha who is still so beautiful after removing makeup like Aizuki Iori.

"Thank you, thank you, sir, I really don't know how to thank you." Hanada Matsuko thanked her very much.

Ye Zhao shook the folding fan and said, "This matter is, I will look for a security team in the future. If the *** people can't control it, I will look for Chinese people. There is no reason to force a good person to become a prostitute. Besides, I have handed over the movie. In the future, General Manager Li will take care of you. It is not only you, but also the entire guise industry. Chinese people will always manage Nagasaki better than before."

Huatian Pinezi nodded repeatedly.

Ye Zhao smiled at Aiyue Yiori again and said, "You don't have to be afraid. When I see your little lover, I will let you go if you fall in love. As for the money, you have to pay it back to me. At worst, you can go to the art museum freely and pay it back slowly after you make money. When you pay it back, you will get married with him."

Aiyue Yiori's beautiful eyes flashed and she didn't say anything.

The wooden trunk door was opened, and behind the maid, a short young man followed in. He was ordinary, with a hard calluse on his hands and his face was even more timid.

When Ye Zhao saw Weiyue Yiori's eyes, she knew that it was her lover. Although she felt that she was surprised, she also knew that she wanted to come to the art museum to live a boring life, and she would not even see a man. This Paratu-style love partner can only dispel depression. In fact, what kind of love is there?

Ye Zhao said to Aiyue Yiori: "Tell him what I just said to you again."

Weiyue Yiori said to Xiaoliben in a silence. The surprised expression on Huatian Matsuko's face became increasingly strong. She never expected that this Chinese businessman was so generous.

Who knew that Xiaoli became more and more frightened as he heard it. He suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Ye Zhao, and said something a few words, then turned around and stumbled and ran out.

Ye Zhao was stunned, but Aiyue Yiori said to Ye Zhao calmly: "He said, I dare not compete with you for women, please forgive him."

Ye Zhao shook the folding fan and smiled bitterly. He thought that he had seen the scene of treating the two Japanese just now. Isn’t it scared to the point of being a little chef?

Ye Zhaozi will not force anything anymore. In a life, giving him a chance is enough. If he can't catch it, he will choose it and he will not blame others. He said to Aiyue Yiori: "I won't blame me for this matter, but what I just said is still valid. If you want to restore your freedom, you can go to the art hall first and return the money to me slowly."

Aizuki Iori shook his head gently and said, "Dancing for the gentleman alone is the blessing of Manako."

Ye Zhao laughed, "Okay, let's take the price from now on, and dance for 500 silver dollars. Being a maid has a monthly salary. When the money is enough, you will be free when you are free."

Weiyue Yiori's beautiful face is not waver, and said, "Mr. Do You De."

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Chapter completed!