At eight o'clock in the morning, when Li Guangzhi woke up, he was slightly stunned by the somewhat unfamiliar environment around him, and then remembered that he slept in the office upstairs of the store last night.

Since the business in the store has been so good in the past two days, he has been so busy that he has not returned to Takashima to sleep in three nights in a row.

Last night, he and Li Xiaomu settled the commission income with the store managers of those contracted stores one by one. It was busy until more than three o'clock in the morning, and it was only two-thirds of the way through. For the remaining third, Li Xiaomu said that he would find time to finish it this afternoon.

Speaking of which, Li Guangzhi really admires Li Xiaomu's exuberant energy.

I'm almost 30 years old, and I get busy every day from 4 p.m., don't go to bed until after 3 a.m., and go to school the next morning to order a few o'clock -- this guy is now a student at a fashion design school in Tokyo, and he still has to get an international student visa with attendance checked. I slept less than six hours a day.

But even if he is so busy, this guy reported the good news to Li Guangzhi yesterday, saying that his Japanese wife was just pregnant!

Li Guangzhi was very kind and didn't think about who the kid was, but simply admired the physical strength of this guy and his ability to see the stitches

After washing up, he went out to have breakfast at a nearby breakfast shop that was somewhat famous in the Chinese community.

In the early morning, Kabukicho Street is quiet, as if you have suddenly stepped out of the downtown area of Shinjuku. When Li Guangzhi went out, almost all the shops on Ichiban Street were closed, and there was not even a single figure on the street.

Kabukicho Town has not been redeveloped on a large scale since its reconstruction after the war. As a result, there are very few buildings with more than seven floors in this area. Most of the houses facing the street are square and gray-white concrete buildings, with a typical Showa period style.

So, after stripping off the colorful lights of the neon lights, the streets of Kabukicho in the early morning and the bustle of the night seem to be in two different worlds. At this time, this deserted street is quite similar to Li Guangzhi's impression of the old urban areas of some big cities in China.

When he walked alone to the intersection of Ward Hall Street and Fasoyuan Street, he saw several early risers on the street. Looking at the direction in which these people walked, I am afraid that they are the same as him, and they came here to have breakfast.

Around the corner from this intersection is a five-story building with a yellow-tiled façade that houses the famous Windforest Hall. This area is also the place with the highest concentration of Chinese in Kabukicho Street.

Downstairs in the Wind Forest Hall, there is a small breakfast shop. It is said that it used to be opened by a Taiwanese, specializing in selling some Taiwanese snacks such as fried oysters. Later, it was transferred to a couple from China, and the breakfast served was changed to fried buns, porridge and tofu brain.

When Li Guangzhi walked into the store, there were already four or five customers sitting inside. He asked the boss for two bowls of tofu brain, a fried dough stick, and two drawers of steamed buns, and then walked to an empty table in the corner and sat down.

This shop is estimated to only do Chinese business, and the fried dough sticks and buns made taste quite authentic, without any improvement of Japanese taste.

Especially the two bowls of tofu brain just served, the snow-white bean curd is poured with red chili oil, and the ingredients are mixed with peanuts and salted radish dices, and some emerald green onion flowers are also embellished, which looks very pleasing to the eye with red, white and green, and at the same time makes people appetize.

There were two people at the table behind him, eating and chatting. At first, he was concentrating on tasting the tofu brain, which he hadn't drunk for a long time, and didn't care about what they were talking about. Later, I suddenly heard Li Xiaomu's name popping out of one of the people's mouths, and I couldn't help but pay some attention with curiosity.

These two people are full of Beijing accent in their words, and there is no doubt that they must be from the capital, so I don't know if they are from the Beijing Gang.

Due to the small size of the store and the close proximity between the tables, it was inconvenient for Li Guangzhi to look back. Fortunately, the two did not deliberately lower their voices, and the content of the conversation was heard clearly.

At this time, it was a somewhat hoarse voice that spoke, and there was a hint of indignation and jealousy in his tone.

"You don't know, Li Xiaomu's little white face doesn't know where he came back with a thick leg, and now that kid is shaking, and he has a shop in Kabukicho Street!"

"Li Xiaomu? Just that pimping? What's his store, Snakoo? There's no honey under the girl's hands, he can open it! The voice that answered the call was sharper and sounded a little younger.

"People are still doing the same business, opening a pimp shop, and taking a new name called the Wuxin Case Office. I went to take a look last night, I grass, the business in the store is so good, the people are dark. That grandson is going to be sent this time! ”

"Huh? Didn't I hear that grandson's reliant son had died a long time ago? Now that there is no one behind her, she dares to open a store here with the number of crooked melons and inferior dates under her hands? Brother Zhiguo, I look at that little white face and it's quite faced, otherwise, one day you will lead a few of our brothers to find a girl to get some money to spend? ”

"Gotcha! If you want to die, don't pull me, you have to go yourself! The guy called Brother Zhiguo refused very decisively, and then explained: "You are so stupid to be a person, you dare to open a store here without a backer?" The backer behind the people is hard! ”

The sharp voice didn't speak, and "Brother Zhiguo" continued: "You forgot that the Japanese Leizi just washed this place a few days ago? Behind those Koreans who solicited customers were the Far East Society, and they were not still driven by Leizi. Do you think about the entire Kabukicho street these days, and there are still people who dare to solicit customers outside? ”

"But that store dares to open on this outlet! Moreover, I went to see it yesterday, and there was a small bronze plaque on the door of the store -- a sign that reads "Exemption in the Folk Business Case" was issued by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department! With this thing in the town, the Far East will not dare to come to the door to bare your teeth, and you actually let me take you to fight the autumn wind? ”

The sharp voice was also an indignant and jealous tone: "I'm grass, this girl actually took refuge in the Japanese police?" Traitors! This is a traitor! ”

Hearing this, Li Guangzhi got up with the uneaten fritters in his mouth and took the initiative to go to the shopkeeper to check out. He really couldn't listen to the conversation between the two.

When Lao Tzu has no backstage protection, you have to come to fight the autumn wind to rob me of my money. Now that Lao Tzu has a backstage, if you can't rob the money, you will scold me for being a traitor?

If he listened to this kind of robber logic dialogue again, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but beat someone!

After walking back for a while, the depression in his heart dissipated a lot. After thinking about it, he found that although the conversation just now was disgusting, it also provided him with some information.

In the past few days since they opened the store, they have been busy with the affairs of the store, and they have not had the opportunity to inquire about the attitude of the major yakuza in Kabukicho Street to the opening of the store. Today, after listening to the words of this "brother governing the country", the information revealed in it made his heart feel a lot more steady

According to the arrangement they discussed yesterday, Li Guangzhi's task today is to interview a few candidates who have made a good appointment by phone. And the matter of contacting the new store and training the newcomers is all up to Li Xiaomu and Sun Dayong.

When he returned to the store, it was not yet nine o'clock, and Gao Dali was sleeping soundly in the upstairs room.

The interview was about 2 p.m., and a few hours in the morning became a rare free time for him.

After carrying a thick stack of magazines and newspapers from upstairs, and making himself a pot of tea, he sat on the sofa in the reception area and flipped through the magazines.

The magazines he reads now are no longer picked up from the garbage sorting area. Instead, he searched for all kinds of well-known adult magazines in several adult bookstores nearby.

Naturally, he didn't read these things for a boring pastime or jerking off, but he was studying the layout of these magazines, the pricing, the information of the publishing house and the printing house, and the scattered text related to the custom shop in addition to the pictures of bare-assed girls.

He had always planned to make a weekly or semi-monthly magazine that was published regularly to provide information on the customs industry. But he didn't know anything about how to run a magazine, so he had to study how other people's magazines were made to get a rough idea of it.

As he flipped through the magazine, he jotted down something in his notebook that he thought would be useful, and the hours passed quickly.

After eating at noon, Li Xiaomu and others came to the store one after another to take a look at him, and then they all led people out to do their own business.

When it was almost two o'clock, Li Guangzhi went upstairs to change into a formal suit and put a box of business cards in his pocket. I went to the door of the store and told Xiao Ji, who was cleaning, that he would pay attention to the reception of people who came for an interview later. Then he went back to the store and sat down, reading the newspaper while waiting for the candidate to come to the door.