Chapter 125: What to do if the thoughts are not clear~

People in the salon come and go very freely.

Everyone is busy making connections and broadening resources.

At worst, they also want to be familiar with the big shots in the circle.

No one will pay too much attention to two young people sitting in the corner.

And Naoki Nagayama chatted with this future famous writer he just met for more than an hour,

until people in the salon started to leave slowly.

Morikawa Kuniharu finally remembered that there was someone he brought to the venue, glanced around, and found him in the

"Naoki-san, you've made a new friend too!" Kuniharu Morikawa walked over to the two of them and took a slight measure of the other person; he looked like a very introverted type.

"Haha, just a writer I met, we chatted for a bit."

Haruki Murakami nodded toward Kuniharu Morikawa without speaking.

Realizing that Haruki Murakami didn't care for socializing, Naoki Nagayama didn't think to introduce him to Kuniharu Morikawa: "Kuniharu-san, is the salon ending?"

"Yes, it's about time to leave. Are you coming with me, Naoki-san?"

"That goes without saying. Since you were the one who brought me here, you're naturally responsible for taking me back."

After Naoki Nagayama finished saying this to Kuniharu Morikawa, he looked toward Haruki Murakami: "Haruki-san, then I shall take my leave for today!"

"Mm, Naoki-san, let's meet again if fate allows!"

The two left the salon venue and found the black bus that had been waiting in the parking lot.

"Naoki-san, the new friend you met seems very shy~ and his way of speaking is quite interesting, 'meet again if fate allows' and all that..."

"Yeah, he's an interesting guy~"

In the future, he'll be a big shot in the Japanese literary world!

It was already past 5 o'clock in the afternoon when he returned to Shanyingyuan.

After saying goodbye to Kuniharu Morikawa, Naoki Nagayama returned home.

Usually, Naoki Nagayama would have started preparing dinner by this time, but he had eaten quite a lot this afternoon, so he figured he wouldn't need to eat dinner.

Changing into a set of casual clothes, Naoki Nagayama sank into the soft sofa in the living room.

The sky gradually darkened; under the warm yellow light, the dark-toned living room still appeared cold and chilly.

He didn't want to watch TV, didn't want to read, didn't want to go to sleep early.

What should one do to pass the time at a moment like this?

He had just bumped into Haruki Murakami this afternoon and was reminded of his famous work, "Norwegian Wood." What did the original Beatles version sound like?

Naoki Nagayama hurriedly searched through the box of records he had bought earlier.

Blues, blues, this one is still blues, oh, this one is city pop...

Among those classic records recommended by the shopkeeper, there was actually no rock? No Beatles?

This deserves a bad review!

Naoki Nagayama had completely forgotten that it was he himself who had asked for only those two styles of records back then~

The urge to listen to music had been stirred up in his heart; if he couldn't satisfy it, it would cause a blockage in his thoughts. Then what was the point of me earning so much money?!

The sky hadn't completely darkened yet. He hurriedly put on his shoes, ran to the garage, and drove his beloved car out. Naoki Nagayama was going to Shimokitazawa to give that record shop manager some trouble!

The Tokyo night at the end of the year was still very prosperous. Chiyoda Ward was relatively quiet after work, but once he entered Shibuya, the atmosphere of neon lights and nightlife immediately picked up.

Both sides of the road were filled with colorful neon lights. The aroma from roadside stalls, the smell of alcohol from izakayas, the popularity of nightclubs, the scent of cosmetics from dance halls... all intertwined together, and under the illumination of the fluorescent lights of the shops along the street and the street lamps on both sides, they transformed into a colorful illusion.

The traffic during the evening rush hour was not light at all; sometimes it took more than ten minutes to wait at a single intersection. The congestion of later generations could already be seen at this time.

He rarely drove out at night. Today, it took Naoki Nagayama nearly an hour to drive from Chiyoda to Shimokitazawa in Setagaya. The long journey almost made him think he was driving back to his hometown.

If he had spent so much energy and still couldn't buy the original record of "Norwegian Wood," then his thoughts would really be blocked...

His anticipation for the record grew a little more in his heart.

There were still many people strolling around Shimokitazawa at night, and the small record shop he had visited before was still open.

Naoki Nagayama pushed the door open and entered aggressively, giving the boss a start.

However, as soon as he spoke, the boss calmed down:

"Boss, do you have any classic rock records?"

"What style of rock are you looking for, young man?"

"The Beatles'!"

Alright, that was even more precise.

Seeing that he could land another big order before closing, the manager perked up. While searching for Beatles records for Naoki Nagayama, he introduced him to Elvis, the Rolling Stones, Queen, and so on.

Naoki Nagayama noticed that the records the manager was placing on the counter were becoming more and more numerous...

"Manager-san, wait a moment."

"What's wrong? Are you not satisfied with these records?"

"It's not that. Actually, I'm not that into rock itself; I prefer folk songs. These..." Naoki Nagayama had originally wanted to use this as an excuse to let the manager put some of the records back, but he didn't expect the manager to be even happier.

"Folk, is it! That's the same interest as mine!"

Then, with even greater speed, he put up piles of classic folk records...

In the cold night, Naoki Nagayama walked out of the shop door holding a cardboard box of records and an empty wallet.

Looking back at the sign, it read "Record Assassin."

Sure enough, this strike was caught off guard.

He put the box filled with records and tapes into the back seat, started the sports car, and drove toward Chiyoda.

Naoki Nagayama randomly felt for a tape from the box and shoved it into the car's audio system.

Before long, a soothing melody began to play.

This was an American song, "Tennessee Waltz."

Is this folk? Or country? Did the manager lie to me?

Naoki Nagayama thought for a while and couldn't distinguish it at all, but forget it, as long as it sounds good~

The road back was much emptier.

For most of the time, there was only his own car on the silent road, with a few cars occasionally speeding past.

Just when he thought he could make it home smoothly, a roaring engine sound suddenly came from behind, and three motorcycles that had clearly been modified whizzed past him.

"Bosozoku?"

Looking at the inexplicable words written on their iconic leather jackets, such as "Quarrel is Superior" and "I Alone Am Honored in Heaven and Earth,"

"Racing motorcycles outside in such cold weather, and the leather jackets don't look very thick either. Aren't you cold?..."

But having driven for so long, finally seeing one of Tokyo's unique features was actually quite interesting.

As the road entered the city, the traffic on the road became heavier and heavier.

Just as he was about to enter Shibuya, Naoki Nagayama actually saw these three motorcycles again.

They were actually waiting for a red light just like other cars...

When they reached the next red light, he had actually stopped right next to them. Naoki Nagayama took a look at them and couldn't help but smile~

The young girl sitting in the back of the motorcycle saw Naoki Nagayama's smile through the glass and tapped on the car window very arrogantly.

"What are you laughing at! Kono yaro~" The ejection sound was quite convincing.

Seeing that the Bosozoku next to him had all looked over, it looked like a conflict would break out if he wasn't careful.

Naoki Nagayama rolled down the car window, smiled at the young girl, and then gave a thumbs up:

"Very cool!"

Then, seeing the green light turn on, he started the car and continued forward.

The few young Bosozoku were a bit stunned by this move. What kind of operation is this?

Isn't this a provocation?

Shouldn't there be swearing, racing, and fighting next?

Even the simplest ignoring would work, or letting us swear at you would be fine too~

How did it turn into a compliment??

Come to think of it, being praised as cool actually made them a little happy~

The young girl was momentarily mesmerized by Naoki Nagayama's smile, and by the time she reacted, he had already left.

She could only leave a stubborn remark:

"As if I needed you to tell me!"