At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the compartment. When I opened the door, I saw the boss's wife kneeling outside.
The proprietress, dressed in a kimono, said in Japanese, "Dear guests, I'm very sorry. The guests in the private room next door are making a noise. Could you please be a little quieter?"
However, the people present didn't speak Japanese very well, so naturally they didn't understand.
"What did you say?" Jia Yi shouted, scratching his ears, "I didn't hear you clearly!"
The proprietress repeated it again, speaking and gesturing, but unfortunately no one understood.
Guo Xiaoran waved his hand and said, "Anyway, they just said they would give us some side dishes or promote it on WeChat Moments or something like that."
"Do you think we are in China?" Meng Xing burst into laughter.
"Boss, another pint of beer," Guo Lichuan said, extending his hand. "I think we can still drink more!"
Seeing that she couldn't convey her meaning, the proprietress gestured for a long time without any results. Finally, she had to leave and go to the next table to explain.
The crowd here quieted down a bit. Hearing the arrogant tongue-twisting sound coming from next door, Guo Xiaoran turned around and asked:
"What's going on?"
"I don't know. Who cares?" Jia Yi picked up a bean. "We consumers just need to eat. Let the store handle the rest. Don't you understand the principle of opening a business?"
"Come on, have another drink!"
There was another round of clinking of glasses and laughter spread.
Everyone was still not full after eating and drinking (Japanese food was too small), so Jia Yi stood up dazed and walked towards the bathroom.
He was now completely drunk and numb, stumbling as he walked, and he ran headfirst into the bathroom, almost losing his belt.
A Japanese man walked in from the side. He saw double and couldn't see the man's face clearly. When he was leaving, he accidentally bumped into the man.
Unexpectedly, the man reached out and pushed it over on the spot.
"What are you doing, kid? Do you have eyes? Pay attention!"
Jia Yi was pushed and staggered, falling to the ground, hitting the back of his head on the wall.
He became furious, stood up and slapped the man.
"How dare you push me, you son of a bitch!"
The man obviously didn't expect Jia Yi to fight back. He was slapped hard on the face and stood there in a daze.
"You're tired of living, aren't you?"
The man roared out Japanese with a lot of tongue-twisting sounds, which made Jia Yi sober up a little.
He looked closely and saw the man clearly. He was wearing a shirt with big tattoos on his arms under his rolled-up sleeves.
He's a tattooed man who doesn't look like someone you'd want to mess with.
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