Chapter 8, after beating the client, the prostitute called the police

It was once heard that in Shanghai, several drunken Japanese men assaulted a Chinese taxi driver in the street, and not a single bystander went to help their fellow countryman. Later, when the police arrived, they also protected the drunken Japanese assailants, while unfairly handling the situation regarding the assaulted Chinese driver

SEVEN deliberately sighed loudly and said, "Oh dear, what a blunder. Why didn't I see you yesterday? Otherwise, it wouldn't have been Old Five's turn!"

Today, SEVEN clearly had quite a bit to drink. Upon seeing me, he came over holding two cigars. He tossed one to me and then sat down. I glanced at him and casually introduced, "This is the owner here, SEVEN."

I lost my temper: "Nonsense! How could I forget this? Today is the anniversary of the NJ massacre! If I forget, am I still Chinese? Am I still from NJ?"

SEVEN does not quite understand other words, but the term "支那猪" immediately ignited his anger. He raised his leg and was about to rush in to hit that Japanese man, but was stopped by the KTV staff, who said: "We do not serve Chinese people here, only Japanese people are welcome"

Suddenly, I felt a stir in my heart and exclaimed, "What happened? Is it that some Japanese are causing trouble?"

I hurriedly approached and asked, "What happened? What little Japanese?"

Luo Luo smiled slightly and said, "You call him Old Five? Why?"

She smiled at me, her gaze as hazy as distant mountains

The young lady, who I had slapped alongside the book, grabbed a police officer and pointed at me, saying: "It is him, it is him!"

SEVEN scolded while speaking out

I was about to respond when suddenly there came the sound of something being smashed, followed by the sound of a glass bottle shattering

We laughed and said to the police, "Come on, what guests? They are just a few Japanese clients."

A few individuals rushed forward and dragged the Japanese person into the hall, subjecting him to a flurry of punches and kicks

My heart rate has quickened again

The police officer casually pulled out half a pack of Yipinmei and threw it over to me, then said, "Don't say I gave it to you!"

SEVEN asked me with red eyes: "Old Five, do you know what day it is today?"

It was only later that I learned it was not the Japanese who reported the incident, but rather those few Chinese escort girls who did.

A flamboyantly dressed girl blocked the way and shouted, "What are you doing? We are conducting business here! Why are you hitting our customers?" I raised my hand and slapped her, sneering, "Customers? I see them as clients of a different kind!"

If such an incident were to occur in New Jersey, I am certain that any Japanese person daring to cause a scene in the street would be beaten to death by the onlookers in New Jersey

I sighed and told him the name I used when writing for the media. In fact, the name "Old Five" was a misunderstanding related to dancing. Originally, my friends called me "Old Dance," but later it got mixed up and became "Old Five."

At that moment, the bar owner walked over. The owner's name is SEVEN, a handsome man in his 30s, the kind that makes young girls scream upon seeing him, yet he is very easygoing. We are considered good friends; we met shortly after the bar opened. When the bar first started and business was slow, I, along with a few other regulars, would come by every day to support him, often bringing other friends along to have fun. Now that business is thriving, SEVEN never treats us as mere customers. As long as he is around, he is reluctant to charge us. We feel embarrassed to take advantage of this and are determined not to drink for free. Eventually, SEVEN had no choice but to give each of us a VIP card, which is different from regular VIP cards as it offers a 50% discount. Additionally, whenever SEVEN sees us, he often sits down to chat with us, and sometimes he even slips us a bottle of Jack Daniel's or Chivas.

After chatting for a while, the police officer left. As he was about to go, I said, "Do you have a cigarette, my friend?"

At that moment, SEVEN rushed forward and grabbed the Japanese man he had seen in front of the elevator, kicking him far away and shouting, "Little Japanese, who are you calling a pig!" The other two Japanese men, seeing the situation, were so frightened that they dared not move.

The NJ police have this advantage: as long as one is from NJ, in such situations, there will be no favoritism towards the Japanese.

After listening, I also felt a surge of anger rising within me. At that moment, I grabbed SEVEN and rushed outside, saying, "Damn it! Today, I am going to smash it!"

As I emerged from the police station, I saw Luo Luo waiting for me outside the door. In the night, her pair of eyes shone frighteningly bright.

SEVEN looked at me with a mischievous smile: "Old Five, you really are something, where did you meet such a beautiful girl?" Before I could say anything, Luoluo smiled and said: "We just met here yesterday."

What is infuriating is that this place only accommodates foreigners, and even more frustratingly, only Japanese people! This has always been a source of anger, and on ordinary days, SEVEN has quite a disdain for them.

Just now, SEVEN went out to see a friend. While waiting for the elevator, he saw a Japanese man drunkenly flirting with two ladies and singing Japanese songs loudly. SEVEN shot him a cold glare, and the Japanese man mumbled something incomprehensible, which he didn't catch clearly at the time and thus didn't pay much attention to. He only noticed that the Japanese man walked into the KTV.

A strange thought suddenly crossed my mind: what year is it? We drove away a few Japanese clients, yet those prostitutes dare to report us to the police?

At that time, upon learning of such matters, we vehemently criticized those onlookers in SH and the SH police for their lack of courage

Upon bursting into the room, I saw three Japanese individuals sitting there singing, surrounded by four or five young women, all of whom were Chinese

Although the situation with those escort girls infuriates me, I also understand that businesses in such places often have some background. It is just that we are fighting against the Japanese who insult us, while those women, who are Chinese, call the police to arrest us, which is truly frustrating. However, these women cannot even be called Chinese. In SEVEN's words: "They are despicable to the extreme; they are born slaves to the Japanese, and even as prostitutes, they only prefer Japanese clients"

This section recounts a real incident that took place in a bar, where the author was present and witnessed the events firsthand. For the sake of narrative convenience, certain details have been slightly modified. Although some individuals who are naturally inclined to be subservient may criticize me on behalf of their Japanese masters, I must state that if such an incident were to occur again, I would not hesitate to confront those Japanese individuals with force.

Next to the bar, there is a so-called club, which is actually a small KTV. The place is not large and offers companionship services. However, it is of a higher standard, with more expensive consumption and higher fees for the ladies.

A police officer scolded with a smile: "Alright, don't speak so harshly. Just consider this as being said in front of me; if they hear it outside, there will be trouble with you!"

SEVEN stormed in from outside, angrily shouting: "Damn those little Japanese, how arrogant!"

Three Japanese individuals were kneeling and bowing in apology while simultaneously scrambling out of the KTV.

In her eyes, there was a curious gaze: "Do you still write columns?" I found it hard to endure that kind of look—much like a child's expression upon seeing a new toy

SEVEN used to be in the mobile phone business and had dealings with Japanese people in the company, so he understands some Japanese. It was only on the way back that SEVEN suddenly realized what the Japanese person had said: "Chinese pigs lack quality," and "Chinese women" and so on.

The bar was filled with young men in their twenties to thirties. Moreover, the animosity that New Jersey residents hold towards Japanese people is well-known nationwide, and with everyone having had a few drinks, someone overheard my conversation with SEVEN. With a loud shout, nearly thirty people jumped up and rushed out with red eyes. SEVEN and I found ourselves pushed to the back.

SEVEN and I clinked our glasses, then smiled at Luoluo and said, "You should ask him about that." Then we left

A group of people rushed to the entrance of the KTV, and without waiting to speak, the person in front raised their leg and kicked the door open

The police took a few of us who were at the forefront outside and brought us back to the police station. After clarifying the situation, we learned that it was about an altercation with Japanese individuals, and they did not press further charges against us. After taking our statements, they began to chat with us. Since those Japanese individuals had fled and did not report the incident, it was the KTV staff who called the police, making the situation relatively easy to handle. If it were up to the temperament of the NJ police, they could have released us, but the KTV staff insisted that we had assaulted people and damaged property, even claiming that we had driven away their customers. Since those Japanese individuals had fled and did not report the incident, it was the KTV staff who called the police, making the situation relatively easy to handle. If it were up to the temperament of the NJ police, they could have released us, but the KTV staff insisted that we had assaulted people and damaged property, even claiming that we had driven away their customers.

As soon as everyone saw that the person had left, they prepared to leave. Without waiting for us to disperse, several police officers rushed in.