Chapter 316 Consumption

The price of a typical admission ticket to a bar in Roppongi is between 2,000 yen and 4,000 yen, which comes with a free drink ranging from one to three drinks, either a cocktail or a beer.

Men definitely need to buy a ticket to get in. Women are generally free, but particularly hot nightclub venues, where you also need to buy a ticket for entry, will be cheaper than the ticket price for men.

Not just in Japan, but in any country, nightclub owners know that as long as there are a lot of girls, there is no fear of not attracting men to come in and spend money.

Masayoshi Kishimoto smelled the strong odor of freshener in the air as soon as he walked into the Constellation Bar. This belonged to a more than normal smell.

He didn’t have a bag or anything with him, so he didn’t need to deposit it, so he didn’t need to wear a plastic bracelet with a digital code on his wrist.

Masayoshi Kishimoto and Kyoko Fukada were led by a waitress to a loose table. A lightly scented candle was still lit on top of the table.

At this point in time, Fukada Kyouko was wearing a mask and was even less likely to be recognized under the dim lighting. She was a star who would naturally be prepared to appear in public.

Those who wore masks in Japan did so not only for hygiene, to indicate that they had a cold or something like that, but more because women were too lazy to put on makeup.

The waitress professionally instinctively asked, “What can I get you?”

If she meets a familiar customer, she naturally knows how the consumption here is like, and will not directly go to ask the price, how a consumption, or let her make an offer corresponding to the drinks.

If there is no other needs, usually will say, there is a need to find you again, after all, buy a ticket to enter the store consumption will be attached to a glass of wine per person. Bars without tickets, naturally, absolutely have a minimum spend.

“Let’s get us half a dozen more Binga and a fruit plate!” Fukada Kyouko hadn’t wanted to screw him over, so she said on one of the most conventional consumption.

Masayoshi Kishimoto’s previous life was once a long time in a nightclub is very clear, women favor cocktails, men are generally beer. Of course, this is the routine of the ordinary consumers of nightclubs.

In Europe and the United States, a few young people about to go to the nightclub inside the high, will also be in someone’s home to gather together to drink some wine, and then drink out of some feeling, and then directly to the nightclub.

Who let the nightclub wine more expensive? The young people in Europe and the United States also had little money, and came up with such a clever method of not losing face, but also being able to have fun.

“No, or give us a golden Ace of Spades champagne.” Justice Kishimoto blurted out.

“Are you sure?” The waitress, seeing that they had changed, or “switched from a birdshot to a cannon”, rightfully needed to make a confirmation.

Inside her heart, she couldn’t wait for the guests to order more drinks, or to pick the expensive ones, after all, every month has a task.

After all, every month there is a task. How much amount of drinks one has accomplished to be able to get a guaranteed base, and then how much amount of drinks one has over accomplished, so as to get a certain corresponding percentage of commission.

“OK.” Masayoshi Kishimoto smiled a little and said.

“This really doesn’t have to be used. It’s really too extravagant.” Kyoko Fukada hurriedly stopped it.

“A small amount.” Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t puff up his face at all, much less try to pretend in front of the women and said.

“Then I can serve you guys?” The waitress said with one more confirmation.

“My credit card is without a password, so you can just swipe it!” Masayoshi Kishimoto pulled out the wallet within the right side of his pants pocket and drew a credit card out of the slot, handing it over with his right hand.

A smile appeared on the waitress’s face, and she took it with outstretched hands, saying, “Please wait. Fruit plate, snacks, we’ve included. It will come later.”

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left. Fukada Kyouko stared at him with unblinking eyes. She had originally thought that even if he was going to be boozy for once, it would be nothing more than opening a bottle of high-end national whiskey like Yamazaki, Countryside, or Hakushu, but she didn’t expect that the other party would open golden Ace of Spades champagne straight out of the gate.

“In fact, you have to order champagne, champagne king Don? Perignon is good enough.” Kyoko Fukada had a word for it.

“Haven’t I already said it all? If you follow this gongzi out to have fun, you can have nothing, but you can’t have no face. Don’t worry and play boldly!” Masayoshi Kishimoto calmly said.

What else could Fukada Kyoko say? Things had been ordered, money had been spent, it was already an established fact and could not be changed.

Nightclub practice, as long as there are guests ordering champagne, it is inevitable that there will be fireworks. If this is shelved in China, there are even DJs or hosts with wireless microphone shouting, that table ordered what champagne is to say out.

Paper flower cannon, either from the sky to open a, or a group of waiters to take a in front of the guests to put, in order to let the other side feel double face.

Whether it is the Japanese, or Chinese, in the face of this thing above all pay attention to. Together with Koreans and the formation of the East Asian Confucian literature circle, although there are differences, but in the face of this issue are similar.

The waitress who took the order walked in the front with the Ace of Spades champagne, followed by three colleagues with wine glasses, fruit plates and snacks. One by one, they placed the items on top of Masayoshi Kishimoto and Kyoko Fukada’s table.

“Here’s your credit card, please keep it. Trouble you to sign on top of the small ticket here.” The waitress said very politely.

Masayoshi Kishimoto took his credit card first and casually placed it on the tabletop, then took the signing pen and small ticket that the other party presented with both hands. He signed his name “Masayoshi Kishimoto” with a flourish.

“I wish you both a pleasant and enjoyable stay at the Constellation Bar.” The waitress took the lead and led the other three coworkers to say in unison.

After they were done, they naturally left. This not-so-small commotion would naturally attract the attention of the people present.

Especially the pretty girls who came to the Constellation Bar to fish for rich men, all of them had chosen Masayoshi Kishimoto as one of their targets. Even if they knew that he had a female companion by his side, it didn’t matter, after all, they could snatch it!

“Tonight, you spent a lot of money for me.” Kyoko Fukada smiled sweetly and said.

“I spent all my own money.” It wasn’t like Masayoshi Kishimoto was that kind of inheritance heir whose grandson sold his master’s field without any heartache. He said truthfully.

He also had another purpose of letting the other party not have any psychological burdens. It wasn’t like he himself was one of those rich N-generations who only lost his family and chased after female celebrities.

After all, this was Japan, and a modern, cosmopolitan city woman like Kyoko Fukada, who came from a middle-class family and had independent financial and thinking skills, still valued a man’s talent and ability more than any family background.

“This is considered to be the most extravagant one-night spending in my life after living so long.” Kyoko Fukada pursed her lips and said.

“You are really too modest. I believe that the number of people chasing after you should not be small. There’s no shortage of men who aren’t rich or wealthy.” Masayoshi Kishimoto hit the nail on the head.