In the first half of the central square, the number of people was even thinner, with less than 50 people in a length of one or two hundred meters.

Taking the thin blanket handed over by Yukio, Luo Gen sat cross-legged next to Lao Ya Shida, looked around for a while and asked: "Why don't you start?"

"Waiting for the first ray of sun." Old Ya Shida's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

“The moment the sun rises in the east is the moment closest to Amaterasu, and the worship at that time is also the easiest for Amaterasu to hear.

Therefore, our Yashida family specially chose this time period to come here."

The corner of Logan's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say: I have Maya's mobile phone number, and I can contact her at any time. There is no need to bother... The key is that right now, she is probably sleeping in Manhattan, where can she hear your calls?

?

Hey, no, I am suffering from jet lag. New York and Neon time are different. It is daytime in Manhattan at this time, and Maya is actually right across the street!

Thinking of this, Logan straightened his back, put his head and looked forward.

"Hey, Logan, what are you doing? Don't be too rude." Yashida shouted nervously, pulling his sleeve.

"You know, my nose is very good and I can distinguish a person's scent from the air. I'll see if I can sense Maya and see if she's inside." Logan explained.

"Uh..." The muscles in the old devil's cheeks twitched. After a while, he muttered vaguely in the direction behind him and said, "This is a public place, and everyone is watching your every move!

Moreover, Maya Amaterasu is in the palace, I am 100% sure."

Logan released his senses and took a closer look. Sure enough, behind him and beside him, many neon dignitaries were pointing at him and scolding him in a low voice as "a white-skinned bastard who doesn't know etiquette."

"Fake, isn't the Amaterasu you worship Baipi? Why don't you call her an American ghost?"

Logan cursed in his heart, but with an apologetic look on his face, he shrank back and stopped looking around.

But after looking forward for a while, he couldn't help it anymore.

"Why are there so few people in front? There are only a few dozen people, occupying such a large area."

"Custom! The first wave is at one o'clock in the morning, with cabinet ministers leading many government officials... Well, after the service, they have to go back to sleep.

They have to work on Monday, so priority is given to them.

In the second wave, at two o'clock in the morning, the emperor and his family came to pay their respects.

The third wave, at three o'clock in the morning, is the previous wave, belonging to the oiran ladies."

The old devil was getting older, so he closed his eyes to rest and stopped talking to Logan. The person who answered him was Koya Shida on the right.

"Why bother? Why not come together?" Logan asked puzzled.

"Didn't I say it? It's a custom! Every year on the eve of the Lunar New Year, the Emperor will lead us to worship together. It is a great sacrifice and a great ceremony.

Every weekend service is a small ceremony.

You can't have the same etiquette style for all majors and minors, right? In that case, how majestic can the big etiquette be?" Koya Shida said.

"Uh... it seems to make sense." Logan grinned and nodded, then nodded towards the woman in front of him with his chin, and asked doubtfully: "You keep talking about oiran ladies, but I think they... seem to be very masculine, where is it?"

Are you qualified to become an oiran?

I mean, according to your neon aesthetics, they should be petite, gentle, cute, and quiet...at least they don't have any of Yamato Nadeshiko's style."

"They are the oiran ladies of the club, so, you know?

It doesn’t matter whether we neon people think it’s beautiful or not, the most important thing is to see what the aliens like.

Every Oiran lady is not selected, but determined by data, 100% accurate, without any moisture." Koya Shida explained.

"club?"

Logan shuddered suddenly and immediately withdrew his sense of smell lingering around the girls.

Koya Shida noticed his abnormality and explained: "Don't look down on them, they are real oirans who have gone through the oiran path.

In Neon, courtesans have a very high status, and only they can wear the most noble kimonos and the most beautiful jewelry."

Uncle Lang waved his hand and interrupted him: "I understand your customs. Haha, men, the more noble a woman is dressed, the more sense of accomplishment she will feel when conquering her.

After all, is it not to provide higher enjoyment to you upper-class dignitaries? How can ordinary people get in touch with oiran ladies?"

Old Yashida opened his eyes and looked at his son slightly. Both of them saw a look of surprise in each other's eyes: This Logan seems smarter than expected?!

"Logan, you impress me with admiration!" Lao Ya Shida praised.

"Hey, Maya secretly made three upgrade plans for me!" Logan said proudly.

The two Yashidas immediately showed envy, jealousy... and flattery.

"Hey, I really envy you. But the oiran in the club is different."

Koya Shida shook his head and explained in a low voice: "They are all heroes of our Yamato nation.

Didn’t I say before that we should use data to select courtesans?

Every courtesan here contributes at least one million star coins to the Neon Treasury.

Yes, the standard for an oiran is to pay more than one million in taxes.

And they...are all millionaires.

The richest ones are said to have earned tens of millions of dollars in savings in just six months, making them richer than the CEO of Sony. They are truly the richest people in Neon.

Such people have made greater contributions than us and are richer than us. Why should we look down on them?

Do you think this is true?"

"I bought it for tens of millions? How did you make tens of millions in half a year?"

Logan was stunned. He was a high-level executive in Konoha. He received a bonus of more than a hundred thousand star coins after receiving dividends at the end of last year.

At this point, his salary exceeds that of the Secretary-General of the League of Nations, and a courtesan of the Neon Club actually earns tens of millions of dollars in net income for half a year... Including taxes, isn't that an operating income of at least 25 million?

Well, the League of Nations collects 20% of the earth tax, and the remaining Neon government and individuals square, the individual can get about 40% of the total income... It has quadrupled compared to the period when Lu Dan was in control, and everyone also pays star coins.

Koya Shida was confused, "Have you never been to a club? I heard that you Americans...especially the dignitaries, are very fond of it."

"I haven't been there, never been there." Logan's scalp was numb and he quickly interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"The club is different from before. The men in black have no business acumen. After the business rights returned to our hands, according to tradition, the oiran path became popular again.

Do you know how much an on-site ticket to participate in the Oiran Tournament costs?"

Koya Shida raised three fingers and said with an exaggerated expression: "Three thousand star coins, a full three thousand star coins!

Even if the Nanmen Dudu Mansion takes half of the venue fee, the courtesan will still receive a net income of 600 star coins.

There was only one spectator, and the club was a private club. It couldn't compare to the size of a basketball game or arena that day, but there were still a hundred or ten people.

So, do you understand how rich they are?"

"Fake, are all the aliens mentally retarded?"

Logan was stunned. This club industry is really going to surpass the Konoha fruit and tea business!

"In the Earth Age, when a star holds a concert, wouldn't the tickets for a better location cost tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands?" Koya Shida said disapprovingly.

"But fans worship celebrities and idols...club oirans, or oirans from earth civilization, are they of such high stature that aliens can admire them?" Logan asked doubtfully.
Chapter completed!