Chapter 319: Literary Youth

Masayoshi Kishimoto got rid of the green tea bimbo’s accosting and reentered the same spread table where he and Kyoko Fukada were. He grabbed a champagne glass and took a straight swig, needing to hold down the fort.

Tonight, he had been experiencing one of those rare nightclub “emergencies” in continuity. He put down the empty glass, pick up the Ace of Spades champagne, also thinking about whether to go out to buy lottery tickets? Or maybe go to Pachinko’s and have some fun?

Masayoshi Kishimoto poured a glass of champagne into his empty glass, and it was obvious that there wasn’t much left inside the bottle. So, he put down the 750ML bottle and snapped his fingers at the waitress.

The waitress immediately strides to his front before he had time to open his mouth, Kishimoto justice shaking the hand of the Ace of Spades champagne bottle on the first to say: “Another bottle.”

The waitress’s face was instantly beaming. She deeply felt that she was really too lucky tonight, selling 2 bottles of Ace of Spades champagne in a row from the other party.

“Please wait, it will be right away.” The smile on the waitress’s face changed from professional to a genuine laugh.

As soon as she turned around and left, Kyoko Fukada was strangely embarrassed, “It’s really too much of a bust, isn’t it!”

“You brought me an unexpected pleasure. I have to thank you for this one mascot anyways. Besides, when you come out to have fun, you have to have fun.” Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t care about the money at all, saying.

“You’re the mascot. You went to the WC for so long that I mistakenly thought you fell down the toilet.” Kyoko Fukada thus saw his atmosphere and generosity.

As a woman, even if she didn’t think of taking advantage of a man, she hated and feared encountering a man who was a cheapskate. Or, just wanting to have some kind of counterpart in return for spending a little money on you.

“I’m a hundred dozens of pounds, such a big person, the toilet is definitely not fall in. Even if I did, it would only clog the toilet. However, it’s true when it comes to running out of paper.” Justice Kishimoto joked.

Before his words fell, the waitress walked at the front with a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne. Behind her followed her coworkers, and naturally, the hand-flower fireworks were held in their lit hands.

This is not only to promote the atmosphere, but also to let the other people in the venue to attract a note, not only to give face to the person who ordered the wine, but also to stimulate others to carry out a lot of on-site consumption.

The new fruit plate, snacks, and was served each one, full of a spread table are piled up. After the waitress put down the new bottle of Ace of Spades Champagne, she didn’t rush to make a settlement and swipe her card.

She presented the prepared VIP card to Masayoshi Kishimoto with both hands and said, “This is the VIP card of our Constellation Bar. In the future, whether you’re alone or bring along a few friends, you can enter without having to wait in line.”

Masayoshi Kishimoto accepted the Constellation’s VIP card. For this reason, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. No matter what kind of place it was, as long as one spent a set amount of money in one go, then one would be able to obtain a VIP card.

Afterward, the waitress performed a POS swipe on the credit card he had handed over. Masayoshi Kishimoto again made a signature on the top of the receipt.

The waitress once again led her coworkers towards him, saying in unison, “Have a nice night at the Constellation Bar.”

With those words, they were before turning to walk away. Masayoshi Kishimoto picked up the bottle of wine and added it towards the inside of Kyoko Fukada’s glass saying, “Take the VIP card!”

“What, you don’t want it? Don’t regret it.” Fukada Kyouko was a little surprised instead. Of course she was well aware that bringing a friend into an occasion like this without having to wait in line was a very dignified thing to do.

“What’s there to regret. Wanting another one is nothing more than opening 2 more bottles of Ace of Spades champagne.” Justice Kishimoto said lightly.

“You’re not drunk! Just a golden bottle of Ace of Spades Champagne opened in a place like this would cost hundreds of thousands of yen at least!

You opened two bottles, a million yen is basically completely handed over to you.” Fukada Kyouko had a word for it.

“Money! Paper! Earn it! Spend it! Besides, we haven’t run out yet, have we? There’s enough left for us to take a cab back. I’ll give you a ride then.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said in disbelief.

Fukada Kyouko could actually see from the other party’s body an outlook that regarded money as dirt, rather than the wealth of a tycoon.

From ancient times to the present day, talented men, elegant men, and madmen, but any man who had a hand in this one aspect carried a kind of transcendence in their treatment of money. In the eyes of ordinary people, money, spend recklessly.

Even if they don’t have money, they are still able to maintain a kind of celebrity style. In the past, those ancient geniuses who wrote lyrics for prostitutes were often given pillow seats by prostitutes, weren’t they?

And, of course, there was the disappearing Dazaiji, too. Going to fancy clubs as usual with no money, making a big deal out of the fact that he has no money, and even offering to call the one escort he was good with to go kill herself with him.

At the same time, Masayoshi Kishimoto knows better than she does that he is not a model of morality, nor does he want to go down that path. The reason why he has such a different side is that he is also a literati.

Japan disappeared Kawabata Yasunari, also wrote what is regarded as an old man perversion of the “Sleeping Beauty”, is also his favorite Kawabata Yasunari novel, far more than the other side won the Nobel Prize for Literature “Kudu”, “Thousand Paper Cranes”, “Snow Country”.

World-class literary master Marquez was inspired by Sleeping Beauty to write Memoirs of a Bitter Whore. In fact, in terms of the contents of the book, renaming it Memoirs of an Old Whoremonger was the most apt title.

Kishimoto justice thought of here, could not help but smile in his heart, if he can also live to ninety years old, also is not to find a fourteen-year-old virgin to celebrate his birthday?

Even if he is still alive, is he still viable when he is old and strong, is it also a big question? If there is such a day, can only be less touch, more touch.

American novelist Capote, best known for Breakfast at Tiffany’s, later adapted by Audrey? Hepburn starred in the movie of the same name, as well as the documentary “In Cold Blood” that established his place in American literary history.

For a man of his caliber to say about himself before he died, I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m a homosexual. I’m a genius. Even so, I can still be a human saint.

Sartre, who won the 1964 Nobel Prize for Literature, had many lovers. It is said that he was best at teasing a woman’s ear hair and caressing her neck to give the other person a special feeling, just as the legend says that the Empress Dowager Cixi had her hair combed by Li Lianying all that special feeling.

Even by all kinds of sexual repression in China, the novel everyone’s Mao Dun, but also still wrote a woman perversion of the “three people”. That’s why he later fell in love with some of Ryu Murakami’s popular novels.

In some people’s minds, their favorite is perversion in all its forms, while he thinks its a different expression of human nature pushed to extremes.