Yoshihara, a morning on a certain day off.

In front of the TV, someone was lying on the ground, supporting his head with one hand, and his little finger in his other hand was lying on his ears boredly at the orange-haired ponytail man who was watching the content played on the TV. After hearing the footsteps in the corridor outside the door, he instantly got up and came to the door.

"Yueyue," Jiang Cheng opened the door, poked his head out, and said with a smile at Yue Yong who had just passed by the corridor, "I'll go out later."

"Oh." Yue Yong just glanced at Jiang Cheng and responded lightly, without even stopping his steps.

However, then, Yue Yong accidentally arrived at the content played on the TV in Jiang Cheng's room, and then stopped, with a little surprise on his expressionless face.

Jiang Cheng, who noticed Yue Yong's expression changed, looked over Yue Yong's gaze. After seeing clearly the source of Yue Yong's surprise, he immediately laughed a few times and explained.

"That was a videotape sent by Mr. Zhun Wu. It was quite interesting. I had invited me as a guest assistant before, but it was delayed because of the game." After a pause, Jiang Cheng continued, "I just want to choose a game as a gift for me now."

Looking at the scene of the chainsaw that was obviously imitated on TV, and the end of the film, where Shi Sisi was obviously half-dead by Zong Wu, several black lines appeared under Yue Yong's eyes.

"By the way," Jiang Cheng suddenly thought of something and then asked, "Yueyue, do you know the staff of the theater? Such a good work should be seen by everyone."

Yue Yong, who was speechless, snorted and left without stopping.

"A strange woman, if you don't know, just say you don't know. Why is this attitude..." Looking at Yue Yong's back, Jiang Cheng was a little confused, then shrugged and said to himself, "There is no choice but to go to the theater to find it yourself. It must be very interesting to choose the deputy director of the team as the starring actor. Maybe he can make a big profit~"

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng quickly took out his cell phone and sent a message to Zongwu for inquiries. After waiting for a few seconds, Jiang Cheng received the message agreed by Zongwu.

"Yoxi, producer, planner, director and one of the leading actors, will be no big problem if you agree." Jiang Cheng pinched his chin and analyzed on his own, then raised his head and smiled, and snapped his fingers, "OK! Everything is OK!"

...

On the streets of Edo, Ezen, who had just bought the game from Akihabara, was now holding a videotape given by Sogo to negotiate some related matters about box office sharing and release time in cinemas one by one.

At present, more than half of the heads of cinemas have shown strong intentions to cooperate when they hear that they are the deputy director of the group as the starring actor.

Although the content of the videotape is obvious and deliberately imitated, it will definitely be a big hit for the title of the deputy director of the Zhenxuan Group and the captain of the First Team! Not to mention anything else, those anti-barrier patriots who hate the Zhenxuan Group and want to find the weaknesses of the Zhenxuan Group will definitely not be absent!

After discussing various matters with the person in charge of the 18th Cinema, signing contracts and leaving behind the replicated video tape, Jiang Cheng left with satisfaction.

...

"It seems like you can make a lot of money~" Jiang Cheng was walking excitedly and said to himself, "Now, no matter how many games you want to buy, it's fine~ I'm so happy today~"

"Is it already this time?" Jiang Cheng stopped and looked up at the sun in the sky, then continued to walk forward, "It seems that it's time to eat, so it's better to go back early."

Just after he finished speaking, two familiar people suddenly appeared at the corner not far ahead, or a familiar uncle with sunglasses, and a familiar young man with a headscarf.

"Oh, uncle, young general." Jiang Cheng raised his hand and greeted the young general beside him.

"So it's you boy." Mr. Matsuhira, dressed in casual clothes, stopped and looked at Jiang Cheng in front of him.

"Jiang Chengsang, it's been a long time since we met." Maomao raised his head and sighed slightly.

"Just!" Matsuhira Gong suddenly thought of something, "Brother, I'll leave it to you! Uncle, I still have to go to the usual nightclub, but the young man seems not very interested in accompanying the hotel."

"Leave it to me!" Jiang Cheng squeezed his eyes, and gave a thumbs up at the same time. Then he hugged the young man's shoulder very well, and smiled teasingly, "Hey, do you still want to go to Yoshihara? The girls in that restaurant have been talking about you for a while~ How about it?"

"Is that true?" Maomao's face showed a faint nostalgic smile.

"Young general, please ask you! Brother!" Mr. Songping took out a stack of 10,000 yuan in his arms and handed it to Jiang Cheng, but when he paid the money, he accidentally escaped a comic.

"What is this?" Jiang Cheng took a stack of banknotes and asked in confusion with the comic, "Volume 7 of "Mr. Apu"? Is this comic still serialized? I remember that it has been released to more than 200 volumes?"

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I'm going to take it back to a friend." Matsuhira took the comic back and then sighed, "Oh, I almost forgot about this. It seems that I have to go there before going to the nightclub..."

Seeing Matsuhira-Kuke sighing and feeling a little disappointed, Mao Mao spoke and suggested, "Panlihu, why not ask me to help you return that friend to yours."

"Hey? Is that OK? It's a little far away from here." Matsuhei Gong said in surprise, "And here is close to Yoshihara, didn't you say you want to go to Yoshihara?"

"Ah, it's okay. I just want to chat with Jiang Chengsang." As he said that, Maomao turned his head and looked at Jiang Cheng, "Is that OK? Jiang Chengsang, it's a little delayed."

"Ah, yes, after all, the money has been paid." Jiang Cheng nodded, then chuckled, "Satisfied customers, but Yoshihara's purpose! Even Yoshihara is the service industry!"

"Souga, that's great." Maomao smiled, then took over the comic from Matsuhei Gong's hand, "Jianlihu, just tell me the address."

"All right……"

...

On the other hand, in an ordinary old-fashioned barber shop, an uncle who had a bun and two mustaches and glasses, who could be called the owner of the shop, stood behind a silver-haired natural roll on a chair and was talking to him.

The whole store looks deserted and old, and there is only one customer, and the other ones are a young man with glasses and a girl with a bag of bags who came with Yinshi. However, these two people are not here to trim their hair.

"When it comes to buns, do you know why you need to cut that bun?" The shop owner glanced at the various hairstyles with buns on the wall and asked.

"You have a sore on your head." Yin Shi replied casually.

"No, right," the shop owner shook his head, and helped Gintoki tie the cloth, and then explained to himself, "That's to not be stuffy when wearing a helmet, which is a habit that the samurai develops to go to the battlefield at any time. It can be said to be the soul of the samurai."

"Where is the soul..." Gintoki echoed perfunctorily.

"So you see how they are now?" the shop owner continued helplessly and unhappy, "They all discarded their hair buns and souls, either perming or dyeing them, and they also said that they were a warrior country. It's really sad, right?"

"So, what should I do today?" The store owner finally got to the point.

"Steel straight." Gintoki's face, which had no energy, opened his mouth very simply, and then continued casually, "Old man, you are too stubborn. No matter how many times you say it, I will not shave my hair. I will shave my hair straight."

"Boss, you are so stubborn. Your head is hard to cure by being soaked," replied the shop owner. "The twisted personality has penetrated from the pores, so it's better to shave it into a bun, shave it and correct it again."

"Stop it for me," Gintoe curled his lips and continued with some disdain, "The bun is the soul of a samurai? That's just an excuse for those bald uncles. "This is not bald, it's for wearing a helmet." Wear the wig before wearing a helmet! Bastard."

"You don't understand," the shop owner corrected earnestly, "It's not just about wearing a helmet, but only about wearing a helmet, but also about [Bee--] Patton and Chero, but even [Bee--] Alonso, who is famous for his handsomeness, lost his hair volume in the four years after participating in F1. So it's really scary, the airtight helmet."

"No one from the F1 drivers have shaved their hair, right?" Gintoe complained weakly.

However, the shop owner completely ignored it and continued to say, "That's right? The bun is a proof of existence, and it also includes the custom of fraternity, "If everyone is bald, there will be no bald." Everyone is integrated because of baldness."

"What is that? Human Completion Plan?"

"Ginchan, isn't it okay yet?" Kagura, who was sitting on the hospitality sofa next to him, turned his head and looked at Gintsu and asked, but after seeing Gintsu who had no change at all, he instantly changed into an old mom tone: "Ala? What's going on? It's not super short at all! I'll be cut again soon, cut it for me! Boss, please cut it flat for him!"

"Are you Okasan?!" Gintoki shouted with white eyes.

"It's okay to cut the airplane head," Kagura sat down again and opened the comic in his hand, "spend as much as possible."

"Do you want to finish reading "Skull 17" here?!" Gintoe said angrily, "Go back quickly, idiot! This is not a comic studio!"
Chapter completed!