"Huh?" Takayama Shinya heard Yuan Ye's words and subconsciously froze for a moment, letting out a puzzled exclamation of unknown meaning.
"Isn't it inconvenient?" Yuanye asked, looking at Shinya Takayama who looked troubled.
"Not really." Takayama Shinya replied, "It's just that the place is quite remote. I'm worried that it might delay your business."
"There is no need to flatter you at this level." Yuan Ye was a little helpless, "Or do you mind acting together with me? That's true, my request is indeed a bit abrupt, and it is only natural for you to feel disgusted. , if you are not happy, you can tell me and I will find another opportunity, there is no need to force it."
"Of course I didn't mean that, I'm serious." Takayama Shinya subconsciously wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, feeling a little awkward when speaking.
——Apparently he took my words as a common threat from superiors in the Yakuza.
——Obviously I didn’t mean this, I was just out of curiosity.
Yuan Ye sighed and decided to take some actions to restore the already stiff atmosphere, so he deliberately raised his tone: "Really? Are you sincere when you say this?"
"Of course, how could I lie to you?" Takayama Shinya began to tremble unconsciously.
"Then it's no problem, it's settled." Yuan Ye recalled the recently popular entertainment works with Yakuza elements in the world that he had seen before, and selected a character from his memory who tended to be bold and generous, extremely The image of the Yakuza leader who was loved by the gang, imitating his tone of voice, fiercely hugged Takayama Shinya's shoulders, and patted his back with what ordinary people would consider "hard" force.
"Take me to meet underground idols. In return, how about I treat you to a late-night snack? You decide the place." Yuanye patted Takayama Shinya's back hard again, "What's wrong? Why didn't anyone treat you? Don’t you dare to stop drinking? Show some manliness, Takayama-san.”
Fortunately, Genya is much taller than Takayama Shinya. After becoming a transcendent, his body gradually transformed into a strong form suitable for fighting. There is nothing inconsistent with these actions, and they even complement each other.
"How could it be possible? It's too late for me to invite the leader for a drink. How could I refuse your invitation, leader..."
Before Takayama Shinya finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yuanye: "That's right. He is a refreshing man. Let's go, Os!"
At the end of the words, Yuan Ye also deliberately added a strange onomatopoeia at the end that he didn't know what it meant, in order to get closer to the image of Yakuza in film and television works - real Yakuza would not speak like this.
Psychic energy was also added to the sound waves, and words were "said" in a way similar to breathing. This was one of the results of his practice during this period, and it was some of his attempts to suppress his "motivated mind".
Although I felt a little strange when I heard the familiar tone of voice, my body still reacted subconsciously and shouted "Oh!".
After shouting, Takayama Zhenya came back to his senses, feeling a little ashamed, but the big stone in his heart also fell smoothly. Yuanye's image in his eyes was profound, his joy and anger were invisible, and he was polite to his subordinates. His own personality - although he was a little unsure about this, because the money was actually sent to his account, and from this point of view, he was still grateful.
In this era, there are not many organizations that can do this. They often default on payment or simply use private credit currency that can only be used to purchase supplies at designated locations.
Generally speaking, at this moment, Genya changed from a gloomy, hypocritical young leader to an honest and reliable Yakuza brother in Takayama Shinya's impression, which made him feel close to him, and his original fear was gone. It was relieved a lot, as if it was instantly confirmed that Yuan Ye was as righteous as the Yakuza brother in the film and television works, and would never make things difficult for him.
——【Language】Before thinking...?
Seeing Takayama Shinya's relaxed expression, this idea suddenly popped into Yuanye's mind. He thought about it and couldn't find the source of this idea.
——This is, [Yan Ling]?
In the corner of my mind, small thoughts popped up and disappeared, and were soon thrown out with the mechanical sound of the tram starting.
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After walking through the commercial street where most of the shops were closed, and going down two floors along the still-operating escalator, we came to this underground idol theater. This is an abandoned underground warehouse converted into a theater. It only opens at night. open.
Takayama Shinya was obviously already familiar with the people here. He didn't even buy a ticket. He just said hello and took Yuanye directly into the theater.
After walking into the theater, the first thing that flooded into Yuanye's nostrils was the strong smell of cheap cigarettes. On both sides of the corridor with black velvet covering the walls, there were some young people dressed in killer looks squatting. There were piles of cigarette butts in drink cans in front of them. It was full of smoke, and fine ash was scattered everywhere. It was crushed by the soles of passers-by and turned into black slurry that stuck to the ground.
The young people wore tight-fitting leather jackets dotted with chains or nails, and all had bulges on their lower waists and forearms. They must have been various weapons that could be easily carried.
Takayama Shinya skillfully took out the cigarettes in his pocket, exchanged greetings with a few people who looked like leaders, and soon returned to Yuanye and continued to move forward with him.
"They're not our people, they're the boss here who came to see the show. Anyway, these young people with nothing to do are everywhere." Takayama Shinya explained a few words, "I'm quite familiar with them, so there's no problem. "
Yuan Ye nodded, pushed open a fire door, and entered the real underground theater.
The ventilation system made a harsh friction sound that could not be covered up by the electronic sound of the large speakers. It was working hard, but even so, it was difficult to dispel the complex smell when the crowd gathered. The stale, cold air blew violently along the air outlet of the air conditioning system. The light on Yuan Ye's face mixed with the flickering light of the fluorescent stick in front of him made him feel a little dazed.
Takayama Shinya skillfully used his membership card to get a paper program list from the waiter in a low-cut maid outfit - this thing can be entered into a lottery.
"I'll take a look around, you don't have to pay attention to me." Yuan Ye raised the personal terminal on his wrist, "Contact me if you have any questions."
Although Takayama Shinya's trust doubled because of Genye's operation just now, he would always feel a little uncomfortable when someone in a position he wasn't familiar with was around, so he naturally agreed without any hesitation.
It's just a walk around, but in fact there's not much to see in this underground theater. After all, it's just a stage set up in a warehouse, and it's really lackluster.
Genya avoided the crowd and walked to a corner, casting his gaze on Shinya Takayama, who thought he had gone far, and observing silently.
