Soaking in the hot springs was blissful, and having a few drinks afterward made it even better. This hot spring had an izakaya, so after booking rooms, a group of grown men put on yukata and headed to a private room.
"Guests, please place your orders," the waitress in a kimono asked respectfully.
Everyone looked at Jiang Hao. He was the boss, and since he was treating them, naturally he got to decide.
Jiang Hao took the menu. As a chef, he naturally knew how to order food. "Edamame, grilled skewers, grilled crucian carp, oden, Sashimi, shrimp tempura, grilled vegetables. The same portions for all four private rooms. Oh, and bring four bottles of shochu to each table first."
The lackeys at this table immediately cried out, "Thank you for the treat, Boss! You've really spent a lot."
Damn, he really had spent a lot.
There was no helping it. Their little group was poor—really poor. The Jiang Chuan Group's main income came from the meager protection fees collected along their street, plus the bar's revenue. The bar's business was average, and after deducting all expenses, Jiang Hao only took home one or two million Japanese Yen a month, roughly a hundred thousand yuan.
That little money disappeared in no time in high-cost Japan. Treating these guys to dinner and hot springs today would probably cost him two or three hundred thousand Japanese Yen.
The waitress took back the menu and asked again, "Guests, would you like female companions? We have young and beautiful hostesses here."
The lackeys beside him all stared at him with shining eyes. Jiang Hao cursed inwardly. Hostesses were expensive—five thousand Japanese Yen an hour. Damn it, are you trying to bleed Laozi dry?
"Just bring me one. These guys don't need any. Remember, the youngest