Chapter 575: Nightclubology

Kishimoto Masayoshi opened his eyes again and realized that he was lying on top of a large, soft bed. He was not the least bit flustered by such an unfamiliar environment.

He removed the cover from his body, got out of bed with his bare buttocks, and walked barefoot into the shower room to take a shower.

Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t remember much about what happened last night because he was so drunk. However, this was not a hotel, but Fujie Nao’s residence.

After he finished rinsing, he wrapped a towel around the lower half of his body and stepped out of the shower room. Without any hesitation he opened the bedroom door was walked out.

“Breakfast is on top of the dining table. Do you try it, is it to your liking?” Fujie Naoe said inside the open kitchen wearing a white silk nightgown.

Masayoshi Kishimoto directly sat down at the dining table, took the table knife in one hand, picked up the fork in the other and started eating. As a matter of fact, this was in line with the Japanese habit of waking up early.

The Japanese were the ones who would have breakfast first, then finish eating, before brushing their teeth. It was the opposite of the Chinese who brushed their teeth first and then ate breakfast.

“How’s the flavor? I personally made it for you.” Fujie Naoe said with a sweet smile on her face.

“Not bad.” Masayoshi Kishimoto replied offhandedly.

Fujie Nao came around from within the kitchen and walked over to the opposite side of him pulling out a chair and sitting down. She held her face in her hands was staring at him.

“Do you want to say a what?” Masayoshi Kishimoto asked as he ate.

“Last night, a female publicist inside my store took the initiative to hit on you and asked you to take her to see that racehorse you raised.” Fujie Nao learned from the mouth of the informant what had happened to her in the interval between her visit to the restroom last night just as she had turned away from Masayoshi Kishimoto’s side said.

“You want me to take you to see that racehorse I raised too?” Masayoshi Kishimoto said hesitantly without any movement of his hands.

“If you would like to, that would be best. If it’s not convenient, I won’t force myself. I’ve laid out my position there perfectly clearly. By the way, a word to you.

That one female publicist who boldly seduced you in my store last night has already been fired by me. In the future, she definitely won’t be able to do her job in this business.” Fujie Naoe said in a serious manner.

“And why are you women making things difficult for women?” Masayoshi Kishimoto calmly said.

“What, can’t give up? It’s not that I intend to cross her, but the fact that she’s above my territory with the intention of trying to steal my man is already a big taboo in this business.

This is carrying my bowl, eating my food, and even trying to kick me out. If I don’t show her a little bit of color, then how am I going to get a foothold in Ginza in the future, as well as how am I going to discipline this group of child publicists under me.” Fujie Naoe said seriously.

“Since you think you’re doing the right thing by doing that, then that’s that.” In his heart, although Masayoshi Kishimoto did not fail to feel that she was making a bit of a fuss, there was nothing more to be said when it came down to it.

He couldn’t even remember what the name of that one female publicist who had been fired by Fujie Nao was at all. However, he did remember that the individual had gotten drunk last night.

When he got drunk, the other party took advantage of the situation and brought him to her place. As for what happened next, it was a series of images that were inappropriate for children.

Fujie Nao saw that he did not blame himself, then more and more in the heart more solid. She knew that the fastest way for a man and a woman to strengthen their trusting relationship with each other was to sleep together.

If it wasn’t for that one little incident last night, she wouldn’t have taken the risk herself. She knew in her heart that Masayoshi Kishimoto was not an ordinary man.

As for the other party’s mind, it wasn’t easy to figure out. The two of them had known each other for so long, and he didn’t even pick up on his own positive initiatives so many times. She had taken advantage of the other party’s drunken state to sort of perform a reverse push on him.

“Where’s Kazuya and the others?” Masayoshi Kishimoto asked casually.

“They each took one of my store’s female publicists out on stage for a late night snack, of course.” Fujie Nao said truthfully.

Of course, Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t dare to conclude that they would definitely go to a hotel room. A female publicist was not a custom girl. The other party had some right to choose the guests.

They weren’t completely selling their bodies, not their smiles. The first time you want to ask a female publicist out, it is almost impossible.

You need to come back to the store to spend many times to name her, only then there is a chance that she may go out with you.

Even if she followed you out, it is nothing more than eating, drinking and so on. Want to further have what substantive things, that belongs to the scope of the profound nightclub science.

Female publicists do not easily have sex with guests. They play the ambiguous, hanging man’s appetite and so on, one race one of the powerful and tactical.

They will always make you feel as if you can get her if you spend more money. So, many men in the trend of this illusion is the deeper and deeper, towards its body to spend more and more money.

“The average property owned by the bottom 25% of American society, how much would you guess?” Masayoshi Kishimoto intentionally changed the subject and said.

“America is the only superpower in this world. Inside this rich and powerful country, even a poor person has more or less some property.” Fujie Nao smiled.

“-4700 dollars.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said bluntly.

“No way!” Fujie Naoe was having a really hard time believing it said.

“You heard right, they do have a per capita debt of $4,700 dollars. Even this bottom 25% of people in the United States are living so miserably, then I’m afraid that the bottom 25% of people in Japanese society, that is, a quarter of the population, are living even more miserably.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said without haste.

Fujie Naoe was not going to care at all about the geometry of the veracity of the source of this one statistic. As long as he said it was this much, then it was this much.

Having lived in Tokyo for so many years, she naturally knew what it meant to live a hard life. She couldn’t help but recall that if she hadn’t run into him by chance, she wouldn’t be where she was today.

Fujie Naoe left hand resting her cheeks, thoughtfully said: “If I did not meet you at that time, did not inadvertently attract your attention, what would I be doing today?

Would I be looking for an ordinary salaryman to marry? Or would I be working hard at a convenience store or an izakaya or somewhere else?”

“Have you ever regretted it?” Masayoshi Kishimoto understood that a single choice in life would lead to a variety of different paths towards the road later on.

“Regret? Never. Without the opportunity you gave me, I would be nothing more than an ordinary woman today.

It was you who allowed me to go up to the heights, to see the scenery that the majority of women are unable to see at all.” Fujie Naoe said in a loud voice.