Tokyo Bubble Life Chapter 181

   Chapter 181 180, I want to live a plain and happy life

   "William? Are you okay?"

   Basquiat shouted at Naoki Naoyama, and even his current girlfriend Madonna looked over.

   "Nothing, your cocktail tastes good~"

  In order to ease the psychological impact, Naoki Naoki drank the cocktail in his hand, then his face changed, and he exhaled softly, "Enough!"

   "Good drink!" Basquiat gave a thumbs up, then said to his girlfriend, "Honey, when do you get off work? Let's go to MUDDCLUB to have fun?"

   The young future queen has no future aura at this time, and said happily: "There is still about an hour, wait for me for a while~"

   Then he gave Basquiat another hot kiss and hurried to the stage, it was time for her performance again.

  Nagayama Naoki suppressed the smell of alcohol in his mouth with the free nutlets, and looked at Madonna who came back on stage: "She is a good singer."

   "She'll be the pop queen of the future!" Basquiat said seriously.

   "Hahaha, for sure~"

   In order to wait for a woman, two big men chatted in the bar,

   "Are you really a writer?"

   "Of course, you don't believe it?"

   "You're too young, and you don't have the temperament of a writer at all. It's a little convincing to say you're a model or an actor."

  Basquiat looked at Naoki Naoyama and said that this guy's external condition is very good even in the American Western aesthetic.

   "Hahaha, your vision is very accurate, indeed, I have also worked as a model and actor~" Naoki Naoki gave you a very insightful expression, "There is still a movie to be released."

   Basquiat was shocked: "Are you serious?"

   "What is there to lie about? The title of the film is "Gas Station Robbery Incident". I don't know if the US will introduce it~ There is also a film called "Ghost Story", which was also made by me~"

  Xiaoxiao packed a handful to repay the previous dog food, Yongshan Naoki stopped looking at the surprised eyes of the black guy.

  Basquiat didn't take it too seriously after he learned about it. After all, he is now a celebrity in New York, so he said jokingly:

   "I didn't expect that, William, you are still a celebrity!"

The    must be sarcasm or complaining. Naoki Yongshan did not answer his words, but changed the topic:

   "MUDDCLUB, looking at Madonna's previous performance, it seems to be a very popular club?"

   "Yeah, the coolest place in New York!" Basquiat's eyes lit up when it came to the club he had been hanging out with.

   "The most anti-trend music, interesting people, and many celebrities will come too, like DavidBowie, DebbieHarry where you have to queue at least 2 hours in advance to get in!"

   It's only 2 hours, isn't that the same as my disco in Takadanobaba? Naoki Naoki's thoughts strayed a bit,

   "2 hours, that's not a long wait~"

   "Hey, have you forgotten who I am?" Basquiat patted Naoki Naoki Naoyama on the shoulder, "Follow me, go straight in!"

  Hahaha, just like going to a disco by yourself, I didn't expect to be able to enjoy such treatment in the United States.

  Nagayama Naoki raised a new beer mug: "To the great Basquiat~"

   And Basquiat laughed and acted funny aristocratic etiquette~

   At this time, the staff of the American Film Institute is reviewing a film,

   A "boss, what level should this Japanese horror movie be rated?"

   "Horror movie? Are there **** scenes?"

"Absolutely not."

   "Oh?" Horror movies like this, are they under the name of horror movies and use adult lenses to attract people? Recently, the United States has gone abroad for several movies that sell dog meat, "So is there a **** scene?"

   The reviewer thought about the scene of a few beauties taking a hot spring, but most of them were covered, "It shouldn't be there."

   "What's so confusing, G-level." The team leader waved his hand indifferently.

  "Yes" The auditor originally wanted to say that the film looked very real and would easily scare children, but after seeing the team leader's impatient expression, he suddenly lost the idea of ​​continuing to argue.

   "It's just a pseudo-documentary, what could be wrong." Then it was marked with a G-level label.

   As everyone knows, the people at the bottom of the United States, whose beliefs are very chaotic, are completely unable to distinguish the difference between such fake documentaries and real documentaries.

   After the film was released in the United States, it brought a great shock to the underdeveloped American people, and many people believed in ghost legends because of this.

  The two finally waited for Madonna's shift, and went out of the bar a little drunk.

   But the cold wind in the evening in New York quickly sobered up the little alcohol,

  MUDDCLUB is about half an hour away from the bar. The three of them were walking on the road, like three idle young people pressing the road.

   After Madonna saw the camera on Naoki Naoki's neck, she thought that she had found some novel toy, and asked Naoki Naoki Naoki to help take many photos, some of them alone, and some of them were sweet interactions with Basquiat.

  I really don't need to eat at night, the dog food is too full~

From the outside, MUDDCLUB is just an ordinary apartment building, and it still feels a little shabby. It is simply a fence with chains. However, a large number of young people have gathered outside. Even if they are shivering in the cold wind, they want to into this club.

  Basquiat and Madonna were indeed regular customers. They simply said hello to the security guard at the door, and then took Naoki Naoyama through the crowd.

   And the crowd waiting next to him did not make any noise, but excitedly discussed: "That's Basquiat, the father of SAMO!"

  After entering the door, the dim lights, the lingering smoke, the loud dancers, and the depressing music that made the club seem blurred and wild.

   Some people are dancing, some people are talking, some people are taking pictures, some people are smoking, and some people are cuddling and hugging each other, it's just immoral!

  Nagayama Naoki silently criticized this kind of behavior in his heart, but the people in the club didn't take it at all, and they were doing their own thing one by one.

  As soon as he entered the door, Basquiat took Madonna and ordered a glass of wine,

   "Would you like to add some pistachios?" Basquiat asked kindly, gesturing for the small white pill in his hand,

   Yongshan Naoki was shocked, New York was too wild: "No, don't use it!"

   "Ha, a child who hasn't grown up yet~" Madonna laughed aside, and then drank her glass of wine, "Good boy, then Daddy and Mommy are going to have fun, let's play by yourself~"

  Then the two of them took the steps of the devil and went to the dance floor~

   I silently raised a **** in my heart, but Naoki Naoki decided not to drink anything here at night, who knows if there is anything strange in it.

   It doesn't matter if you take pictures casually in this club, most of the members don't care, and some members even pose in various poses to facilitate taking pictures.

   So Naoki Yongshan photographed a group of ghosts, ghosts, snakes and gods, which can only be described as such. These people either dye their hair, make up smoky makeup, or wear fancy clothes. In short, there are no normal people.

   All kinds of avant-garde and niche people are here to relax, the no-wave music in the dance hall, indulgent and dark, like a group of people who have abandoned the world and enjoy themselves here.

While taking pictures, Naoki Naoki occasionally joins dancers he doesn't know to scold New York politicians, the world of shit, and talk about what God said to love others, except not smoking grass or drinking, just thinking It's like being truly integrated into it.

   After going around for more than 3 hours, Naoki Naoki felt a little tired. The smell of tobacco in the room made him feel dizzy and vomit.

   The increasingly prominent discomfort accumulated in his mind, which made him want to hit people a bit.

  I wanted to find Basquiat and Madonna to say goodbye, but I couldn't find them.

  Isn't he gone? Naoshu Yongshan muttered, and then tried to ask other people, but they didn't care and pointed upstairs,

   "Not downstairs, just upstairs!"

  Did you go upstairs? Is there room upstairs? Haven't been there yet? Naoki Yongshan went up the narrow stairs, but before he reached the end, he heard a lot of red-faced voices from upstairs.

  艹 (a plant)! I didn't expect that the future queen would actually do such a thing!

   went down the stairs in a huff, causing some guys around the stairs to laugh.

  The embarrassed Naoki Naoyama originally planned to leave just like this, but seeing that there are graffiti on the corridor here, and spray paint cans scattered next to it, his brain was a little overwhelmed by second-hand smoke.

   Picked up the spray can and sprayed it on the wall opposite the stairs, causing all the people who were standing nearby to smoke to the side.

  White paint as the base, black paint to draw the person, and soon a life-size stickman with the **** on both hands will be drawn,

   Then he wrote the stickman's roar with red paint next to it: "Suprise!!!MotherFu*ker!!!"

   Then I thought about it and painted my **** red again!

Ha ha! Now I can express my anger!

   As if all the anger of the night was released along this graffiti, Naoki Naoyama threw away the spray can and walked out of MUDDCLUB with easy steps.

  The people waiting outside were a little surprised. Generally speaking, no one would come out before midnight. Today, some people left before 11:00.

   It is noon in Japan at this time,

  Ido Shuichi of Kiyou Movies is having a meal with Kadokawa Movies' planning director, Morikawa Takeshi,

  Kong Morikawa raised his glass and ordered a glass of wine: "Xu Yi-sang, it's about to be released. Is your company's Naoki-sang really not coming back?"

"Our wayward general, we are probably enjoying the exotic flavor of New York right now!" Yi Tangxiu took a sip, as if the bitterness of the wine was all in his words, "It is obviously a very important premiere and movie promotion. I don't want to participate."

   "Hahaha, doesn't this just mean that Naoki-san trusts Shuichi-san?" Morikawa Gong said with a smile, "If this minister can treat me like this, then I will be very happy~"

   "It's different, Minister Morikawa!" Yi Tang Xiu shook his head, "Our Naoki-san is just trying to avoid promotions! It's just a private exchange event, where movies are important."

  Kong Morikawa was confused: "Isn't Naoshu-san worried about the box office?"

   "The box office must be very good." Itang Shuichi seems to be saying an established fact, and his confidence in Naoki Naoyama has already been established.

"Then he doesn't want a better box office? Participate in more promotional activities, so that you can earn more." Morikawa Gong went on to say, "This more exposure is also a kind of personal reputation for Naoki Naoyama. Is it good?"

"That's the problem! Gong-sang." Yi Tangxiu's face turned a little red after drinking a few glasses of wine, "Naoshu-sang is already a rich man now, and he's not interested in money. And he's not interested in fame either. ."

   Is there such a person? Morikawa Gong asked curiously, "Then what is he interested in?"

  Itang Xiu thought for a while: "Maybe it's a kind of thinking about living a normal and happy life."

   Morikawa Gong was surprised, this talent is in his 20s, does he actually look like an old man?

   "Stop talking, don't talk, Gongsang, have another drink! Please take care of the next film arrangement!"

   And Morikawa Gong also refused: "Haha, definitely, after all, the box office also has a quarter of ours!"

  Yongshan Naoki directly took a taxi and returned to the Central Park Hotel in New York.

   Although he smelled of alcohol, he didn't drink much alcohol himself.

   I was dazed by the smoke I didn't know how many hands I had, and it was a little disgusting.

   After taking a hot shower in the room, I finally woke up,

   Didn't eat for a whole night, Naoki Naoki called and asked for a simple pasta,

   While eating supper, I turned on the TV in the guest room, skipped pay-per-view channels, and didn't watch TV dramas or anything, and suddenly turned to a music program.

   A leather-clad female singer with smoky makeup sings traditional hard rock on TV while playing guitar:

  "Iloverock'n'roll" I love rock

   "Soputanotherdimeinthejukebox, baby" put another coin into the jukebox, baby

  "Iloverock'n'roll" I love rock

   "Socomeandtakethetimeanddancewithme" so come and dance with me

It is a generation of rock music "IloveRock'n'roll", and its singer Joan Jett (Joan Jett), this magnetic and penetrating voice, suddenly caught people's ears, it really is A generation of rock queen!

  Haha, speaking of which, I visited the park in the morning, lost the gangsters, visited the art district in the afternoon, met the future queen, and went to the famous MUDDCLUB in the evening.

   My first day in NYC was rock too!

   Midnight, MUDDCLUB,

   Basquiat and Madonna went down the stairs after having fun,

   I saw that ironic stickman graffiti at a glance,

   Madonna took a closer look after seeing it, turned her head and asked the black guy: "My dear, whose work is this?"

   And Basquiat couldn't help laughing after seeing the classic "Fuck Fuck": "William did it!"

   "William? Isn't he a writer? He can also do graffiti?"

   Madonna looked around after asking, trying to find Naoki Naoyama.

   "I know a little bit, don't you just have hands for graffiti?" Basquiat couldn't help laughing, and then stopped Madonna's search,

   "Stop looking, he's gone!"

   "Gone? How did you know?"

   "His doodles told me."

   Do you have telepathy?

   "Haha, it's an intuition among men."

   You have only known each other for half a day, where did you get your intuition?

   Although she thought so, maybe it was the emotions after the passion, Madonna suddenly became a little sentimental,

   "Honey, will we never see William in the future?"

  Although it is only a one-sided relationship, but the chat is very good, and let others take a lot of photos~

  Basquiat was startled, as if yes, he just left a name, not even a contact number or address.

   "See you later."

   The black guy hugged Madonna and said silently in his heart, "I hope to see you again."

   (end of this chapter)

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