MTL - Tokyo Bubble Life-Chapter 299 298, the legend of the big fat sheep in the nightclub

   Chapter 299 298, The Legend of the Big Fat Sheep in the Nightclub

   By the way, I had a working meal in the studio. When I walked out of the studio, it was already past noon.

   No matter how difficult it was to get rid of Xiu Yi-san who had bright eyes,

  But he also asked me to bring the complete script to the next meeting~

  When I left the studio, I heard him muttering: "Should I make a romantic TV series? Or a horror movie? This is really a difficult choice~"

  Sweet love and scary stories, normal people should choose love, right?

   Could it be that Xiu Yisang is actually a twisted guy in his heart?

  Naoki Naoyama thought of Shuichi Ido’s flamboyant attitude on the set and his excitement when he went to Shimizu’s Yamaguchi-gumi as a guest, and his heart tightened.

   "It is said that those who engage in art have some psychological problems to some extent, Xiu Yisang may really have something wrong~ Should I stay away from it?"

  Out the door, the clouds in the gloomy sky were getting thicker and thicker, and suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, Naoki Yongshan couldn't help tightening his windbreaker.

  Since the issue of year-end awards was discussed today, Naoki Naoyama found that he hadn’t been to a disco for a long time

  So he drove the Toyota Century towards Takadanobaba.

  Takadanobaba's disco road, the party line has been slightly reduced recently, and it must have been reduced by half compared to the past heyday.

  But this is also easy to understand, the weather is too cold~

  Naoki Yongshan parked the car on the side of the road, a Toyota Century parked here is not conspicuous at all, and there are many unassuming red sports cars and yellow convertibles in the surrounding parking spaces.

  Many of the people who drove to the disco by themselves were rich.

  The two black-clothed security guards standing at the door obviously recognized Naoki Naoyama. When they saw the person coming, they opened the door graciously and called out coldly: "Boss, welcome!"

  If he bowed again, maybe the people in line next to him would think that Naoki Naoyama was the boss of some kind of organization.

   Naoki Naoyama walked in from the main entrance, lifted the heavy curtain, and the interior of the disco suddenly appeared.

  The cold wind is still blowing outside the disco, but the heat wave is still rolling inside the gate.

  Even in the afternoon, the deafening and powerful music made the whole disco full of noise, the dynamic rhythm seemed to make the whole ground vibrate, and the cool lights full of technology also flashed together, driving the guests in the venue to shake their bodies excitedly!

   Performing on the stage is the previously invited Blast band, but they should only perform for one or two hours per show, and the rest of the time will be taken over by the DJ, otherwise it will be unbearable.

  Naoki Naoyama passed through the crowd and walked towards the bar, where the backstage was.

  The waiter at the bar recognized his boss and wanted to deliver a special cocktail, but Naoki Yongshan refused on the grounds that he wanted to drive.

  Through a small door, after entering the backstage, the ear-piercing music suddenly became 70% quieter, and then I found Motomo Araki who was keeping accounts in the small office in the backstage.

   "Naoki-san, why are you here?" Motomo Araki was very surprised when he saw Naoki Nagayama. His boss hadn't been here for almost a month.

   "Ah, isn't it the end of the year? We just discussed the year-end bonus, so let's talk about it with Moji-san."

   "Is it time to give out the year-end bonus again?!" Araki Shigetomo seemed to have thought of this suddenly, but this has nothing to do with him, after all, he is also the person who directly receives the dividend.

  Naoki Naoyama sat down and said, "Hey, the specific selection method is still the same as last year, and it is sent by the score sheet. Mozhi-san still has an impression?"

   "Hi, last year's form is still there."

   "That's fine~ Get your grades before this week~"

At present, the official employees of the disco should only be male and female waiters, DJs, security guards, and the four members of the Blast band who just signed this year, such as the lead dancers in the venue, the atmosphere group, etc., are all short-term hired, and they are all paid on a case-by-case basis. Money, all the workload is actually not very big.

  Shigetomo Araki nodded in agreement, seeing that Naoki Nagayama meant to leave, he couldn't help saying:

   "Naoki-san, are you leaving now?"

   "Well, is there anything else?" Naoki Yongshan showed a puzzled look.

  Disco manager Shigetomo Araki has mixed feelings

   This is a disco under your name. After you come here, don’t you go around and ask for opinions? Naoki-san, you make me a little uneasy!

  Aren’t you afraid that my joint staff will cheat and embezzle you?

Of course, Naoki Naoyama is not worried, the land is mine, and the bills come from Shuyou Yinghua’s financial manager, Mitsurei Kitamura. The manager is directly divided, and he cooperates with the people in the store to be greedy for money. Is it really more than your share?

  Motomo Araki paused for a moment, and gave a reason: "Naoki-san, it's almost Christmas. Do you have any opinions on the Christmas activities we planned?"

  Yongshan Naoki just remembered that there seemed to be a lot of Christmas decorations in the hall,

   "Well, if you say that, I have no objection."

  It’s just an ordinary event, so there’s nothing to say, “If I really want to say it, it’s a big deal to treat each guest to a cocktail that day~”

   "Huh?! Everyone?"

   "Well, a cocktail is only about 500-800 yen. Anyway, everyone who comes in has a 1,000-yen ticket fee, so there is nothing wrong with returning it."

   Naoki Naoyama said casually, at most, there were only more than 500 people in a whole day, that is to say, only 400,000 yen. Sprinkle water~

  Shigetomo Araki was amazed at Naoki Naoki's idea, but who called his boss a rich man?

   "Hi, I see."

   After chatting for a while, Naoki Naoyama left, and left through the back door, this time not wanting to be seen by too many people.

  What he didn’t know was that after Christmas, there was a legend of a big fat sheep in a nightclub among the young people who liked to play disco.

   It is said that if you meet this guy, every guest in this night club will get a free cocktail!

   After walking out of the disco for a long time, Naoki Yongshan felt that the explosive rhythm was still echoing in his ears, and his eardrums were bulging.

  Why do you feel out of touch? Can't even get up at nightclubs?

  With such doubts, Naoki Naoyama is going to Sanmaiju in Ginza to drink a cup of hot tea.

  It’s really the life of the elderly~

  But when passing by Shibuya, looking at the shops, Yongshan Naoki had a flash of inspiration, and finally remembered what he had done less!

  He forgot to buy New Year’s gifts for his family and friends!

  In previous years, before Chinese New Year, He Zi would call in a hurry to remind himself not to forget the gift or something, but this year it might be because he was too busy preparing for the college entrance examination, so he didn’t make a single call.

   This made Naoki Yongshan forget about buying gifts.

  Thinking of this, Naoki Yongshan hurriedly stopped in Shibuya, ready to confirm the gift today.

  Shibuya has not been less lively because of the cold weather. Pedestrians wearing thick clothes make the whole street look more crowded.

Naoki Nagayama did not pass through the Hachiko ticket gate of JR Shibuya Station, so he did not see the increasingly famous "Statue of Hachiko", but after passing through the busy Shibuya intersection, he still came to the bustling Shibuya Center Street.

  Department stores, restaurants, clubs & playgrounds, as well as a variety of specialty stores, are densely arranged on both sides of the street. Even in the daytime, the colorful signboards can dazzle your eyes.

  Looking carefully, the clothes sold in the store are all super trendy styles, almost the same as the clothes more than 20 years later.

   Naoki Naoyama walked along the street along the crowd, thinking about what kind of gift to prepare for his family.

  Hezi is about to face a big exam, so send her a poster of Conan to hang on the bedside? "Is it difficult to fail a course?" No, no, let's talk about it in college~

   What else to give. Forget it, let’s think about it in the end~

  Mom is happy to give you anything, right? Buy it when you see the right one~

  Father, the tea set is almost ready, the only thing that is missing is the tea, I will go to Sanmaiju to get some later~

  Brother said before that it is always a bit strange to give a fisherman’s suit, so why don’t you just send a camping suit this time, so that you can prepare in advance when you go to the wild in the future!

(A certain Yongshan Aoki, who was cooking in an izakaya, couldn't help but sneezed! In exchange for his father, Yongshan Jian scolded: "Aoki! If you do this kind of thing in the kitchen again, then pack up and go to Shizuoka Mountain Go up!")

Walking around the streets of Shibuya, Naoki Naoyama already has several gift bags in his hands, including a bag for his mother, a makeup set for Tsuruko, and field sneakers for his elder brother. I bought some clothes for myself, and sure enough, once I started spending money, it was hard to hold back my hands.

After buying things, when he was about to walk towards his parking space, two figures suddenly appeared in front of him. Naoki Naoyama thought he had almost bumped into someone by accident, so he said "Private Marseille" and was about to go around. But I didn't expect two people to stand in front of me directly,

   "Private Marseille, can I delay you a little?" The older middle-aged man bowed slightly.

  Naoki Naoki looked at it seriously. One of these two people was older and looked very ordinary, and the other was younger and looked handsome. Anyway, he didn't know him.

   "Is there something wrong?" Naoki Yongshan asked calmly, and Naoki Yongshan was not worried about paparazzi, after all, he was wearing a mask.

  The older-looking person handed over a business card respectfully: "This is Sudou Akira, the producer of Sony Records. Is this Mr. Naoki Naoyama?"

   It was recognized! !

   "Hey, I don't have a business card yet." Naoki Naoyama was surprised. After accepting the business card, he hurriedly asked, "How did you recognize me?"

  Sudou Akira showed a smile on his round face: "When I was in the store just now, I happened to see Naoki-san taking off the mask, so I recognized it."

   Naoki Naoyama was even more surprised. If the person opposite was a girl, he wouldn't be so surprised.

   "Mr. Sudou. Could it be my fan?"

   "Hahaha, if you say you are a fan, you are indeed a fan~" Sudou Akira laughed even more cheerfully, "Actually, I have been paying attention to Naoki-san's songs"

   Attention as a music producer!

  Speaking of which, Naoki Naoyama, as a music creator from heaven, has sold 6 songs in just over a year, which really surprised the record industry, especially the major record companies.

  But there is one bad thing, that is, this guy doesn’t accept the invitation song,

  It’s okay if he sings all the songs by himself or for his own artists, but half of the songs are sung by singers outside his own company

  In addition, this guy doesn’t participate in any industry activities, and doesn’t even have any familiar creator friends. Record producers who want to contact him are blocked by the company’s Otomo Fangcun.

   This makes every record company very uncomfortable~

"Naoki-san, if it's convenient, could you please chat for a while?" Akira Sudou saw that Naoki Naoyama was not angry or refused coldly, so he invited, "By the way, this is Yutaka Ozaki, A rookie who just joined the industry."

   "Nice meeting, I am Yutaka Ozaki." Yutaka Ozaki bowed respectfully.

   Naoki Naoyama originally planned to refuse, but after hearing this name, he felt very familiar. Although Japanese male singers are relatively rare, talented people who died young are always easy to be remembered by others.

   "Ah, it looks like there's nothing wrong for now."

   "Hey, let's find a coffee shop~" Akira Sudou smiled even more happily.

  There are naturally many coffee shops in Shibuya. After the three of them sat down, Naoki Naoyama couldn't help but look at Yutaka Ozaki, which made the young man even more reserved.

   "A newcomer to Sony Records? Was Brother Ozaki discovered by scouts?"

   Akira Suto took over the conversation: "Ozaki signed the contract through the audition."

   "Then the singing skills must be very good~"

   "Of course, otherwise how can I stand out in front of everyone."

  The compliments from the two seniors made the shy brother a little shy, and his face turned red.

   After chatting for a few words, Naoki Naoyama asked the main topic: "If Sudou-san found me, it should be because of Brother Ozaki, right?"

  "Hey, Naoki-san is right. Although we have signed Ozaki, we have no idea about his debut, and we haven't prepared any suitable songs for him."

   "Sony doesn't have any suitable songs in its music library?"

   "." Sudo Akira had a headache. Although Sony's music library is huge, but as a low-level producer, I really don't have much resources. Those excellent songs are all in the hands of the old people.

   "There is no very suitable one for the time being, so we are thinking of seeking an appointment song from the outside world."

  Yongshan Naoki understood: "So I happened to see me today and decided to give it a try?"

  “.Hi, I’m very rude, but Naoki-san, Ozaki, this child has extraordinary talents and is a singer with great potential. Please give me a chance.”

  Although he was sitting, Akira Sudou still bowed at 90 degrees with his upper body, making Naoki Naoyama sweat for his spine.

   I lost my full attendance last month. I lost half a month’s salary. So I wrote very slowly.

  (end of this chapter)