Chapter 181 Chapter 180

"William? Are you all right?"

Basquiat yelled at Naoki Nagayama, and even his current girlfriend Madonna looked over.

"It's nothing, the cocktail you made is delicious~"

In order to alleviate the psychological shock, Naoki Yongshan drank the cocktail in his hand in one gulp, then his face changed, and he exhaled softly, "Enough!"

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

At this time, the young future queen has no future aura at all, and said happily: "There is about an hour left, wait for me~"

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

Naoki Naoyama suppressed the alcohol in his mouth with the free nuts and looked at Madonna who came back on stage: "She is a good singer."

"She will be the future pop queen!" Basquiat said seriously.

"Hahaha, sure~"

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

"You are really a writer?"

"Of course, you don't believe me?"

"You are too young, and you don't have the temperament of a writer at all. It is a bit convincing to say that you are a model or an actor."

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

"Hahaha, you have a good eye, you have indeed been a model and an actor~" Naoki Naoyama gave you a discerning expression, "There is another movie coming out soon."

Basquiat was shocked: "Are you serious?"

"There's nothing to lie about. The title of the film is "The Gas Station Robbery Incident". I don't know if the United States will import it~ There is also a film called "Ghost Story", which was also filmed by me~"

Xiaoxiao pretended to repay the previous dog food, and Naoki Yongshan stopped looking at the surprised eyes of the black boy.

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

"I didn't expect you, William, to be a celebrity!"

The latter must be sarcasm or complaints, Naoki Yongshan did not answer his words, but changed the subject:

"MUDD CLUB, 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 he talked about the club he had been hanging out with.

"The most anti-trend music, interesting people, and many celebrities will also come, such as David Bowie, Debbie Harry, you have to queue at least 2 hours in advance to get in!"

It's only 2 hours, isn't that about the same as my disco in Takadanobaba? Naoki Naoyama's thoughts went astray,

"2 hours, that's not a long wait~"

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

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

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

And Basquiat laughed and did the funny aristocratic etiquette~

At this time, the staff of the Motion Picture Association of America is reviewing a film,

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

"Horror movie? Is there a bloody scene?"

"Absolutely not."

"Oh?" A horror movie like this is supposed to be a horror movie and use adult scenes to attract people? Recently, the United States has gone abroad to sell several movies that sell dog meat, "So there are sexy scenes?"

The auditor was thinking about the scene of several beauties taking a hot spring, but most of them were covered up, "It shouldn't be counted."

"There's nothing to be confused about, G-rank." The team leader waved his hand indifferently.

"But" the reviewer originally wanted to say that the movie looked very real and would easily scare children, but seeing the impatient expression of the team leader, he suddenly lost the idea of ​​continuing to argue.

"It's just a pseudo-documentary, what's wrong with it." Then it was labeled G-rated.

As everyone knows, the lower-level people in the United States, whose beliefs are very confused, can't tell the difference between this pseudo-documentary and a real documentary.

For a period of time after the film was released in the United States, it shocked the underdeveloped American people, and many people believed in ghost legends because of this.

The two finally waited for Madonna's shift, and left the bar a little drunk,

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

The MUDD CLUB was about half an hour away from the bar, and the three of them were laughing and joking walking on the road, like three young people with nothing to do were pressing the road.

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

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

From the outside, MUDD CLUB is just an ordinary apartment building, and it still feels a little dilapidated. It simply uses chains to encircle a fence, but a large group of young people have gathered outside. Even if they are shivering in the cold wind, I want to join this club.

Basquiat and Madonna were indeed regular customers, and after a brief greeting with the security guard at the door, they led Naoki Yongshan through the crowd.

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

After entering the door, the dim lights, lingering smoke, loud dancers and decadent music make the club appear blurred and wild.

Some people are dancing, some are talking, some are taking pictures, some are smoking and some are cuddling and hugging each other, it is indecent!

Naoki Yongshan silently criticized this kind of behavior in his heart, but the people in the club didn't seem surprised, and they were doing their own things one by one.

As soon as he entered, Basquiat ordered a glass of wine with Madonna,

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

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

"Ha, a child who hasn't grown up yet~" Madonna smiled from the side, and then drank the wine in the glass, "Good boy, then Daddy and Mommy are going to have some fun, let's play by yourself~"

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

I gave a middle finger silently in my heart, but Naoki Yongshan decided not to drink anything here at night, who knows if there are any strange things in it.

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

So that's the only way Naoki Yongshan photographed the monsters and ghosts. These people either dyed their hair, wore smoky makeup, or dressed up in strange clothes. In short, they were nothing normal.

All kinds of avant-garde and niche people relax here. The non-wave music in the dance hall is indulgent and gloomy, like a group of people who have abandoned the world to enjoy themselves here.

While taking pictures, Naoki Naoyama would occasionally scold New York politicians and the world of bullshit with dancers he didn’t know, and talk about what God said to love others. It's like really blending in.

After going around for more than 3 hours, Naoki Yongshan felt a little tired. I don’t know if it was the smell of tobacco in the room, but it made his head dizzy and nauseous.

The growing discomfort accumulated in his mind made him want to hit someone.

I wanted to find Basquiat and Madonna to say goodbye, but I didn't expect to find them no matter what.

Could it be that he left, Naoki Yongshan muttered, and then tried to ask other people, but they pointed upstairs indifferently,

"It's not downstairs, it's 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 blushing voices from upstairs.

Fuck (a plant)! I didn't expect the queen of the future to do such a thing!

Angrily, he went down the stairs, causing some guys around the stairs to laugh.

Naoki Naoyama, who was ashamed, originally planned to leave directly like this, but seeing that there were graffiti on the corridor here, and there were scattered spray paint cans beside him, his mind was a little dazed by the second-hand smoke,

Picking up the spray can, he sprayed it on the wall opposite the stairs, making the people who were standing nearby puffing away to the side.

White paint was used as the base, black paint was used to draw people, and soon a full-length stick figure with middle fingers in both hands was drawn.

Later, the stickman's roar was written on the side with red paint: "Suprise!!! Mother Fu*ker!!!"

Then after thinking about it, I painted my middle finger red again!

Ha ha! Now I can express my anger!

As if all the anger of the night had been released along the graffiti, Naoki Nagayama threw away the spray can and walked out of MUDD CLUB with easy steps.

The people waiting outside were a little surprised. Generally speaking, no one would come out until midnight. Today, someone actually left before 11 o'clock.

It is noon in Japan at this time,

Shuichi Ido of Shuyou Films is having dinner with Isao Morikawa, planning director of Kadokawa Films,

Isao Morikawa raised his glass and asked for a glass of wine: "Xiuichi-san, it will be released soon, is it true that Naoki-san from your company will not come back?"

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

"Hahaha, doesn't this just mean that Naoki-san trusts Xiuichi-san?" Morikawa said with a smile, "If the head can treat me like this, then I will be so happy~"

"It's not the same, Minister Morikawa!" Itou shook his head, "Our Naoki-san here is just trying to avoid promotional activities! It's just a private organization exchange event, where movies are important."

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

"The box office must be very good." Itou Shuichi seemed to be saying an established fact, and his confidence in Naoki Nagayama had already been established.

"Then he doesn't want the box office to be better? Participate in more promotional activities, so you can earn more." Morikawa went on to say, "Such more exposure is also a kind of personal fame for Naoki Naoyama. Benefits?"

"That's the problem! Gong-san." After drinking a few glasses of wine, Yi Tangxiu's face was already a little red, "Naoki-san is now considered a rich man, and he is not interested in money. And he is not interested in fame .”

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

Yi Tangxiu thought about it for a while: "Perhaps it is a kind of wishing to live an ordinary and happy life."

Isao Morikawa was surprised, this guy is in his 20s, does he look like an old man?

"Let's stop talking, Gong Sang, let's have another drink! Please take care of us for the next filming!" Yi Tangxiu offered wine again and again, still saying compliments,

And Isao Morikawa also refused to refuse: "Haha, definitely, after all, the box office is also a quarter of ours!"

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

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

It's just that I was dizzy and a little disgusted by the smoke from unknown hands.

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

Having not eaten all night, Naoki Naoyama called and asked for a simple pasta,

While eating supper, I turned on the TV in the guest room, skipped premium channels, and didn’t watch TV series, and suddenly turned to a music program.

A leather-clad, smoky-looking diva plays traditional hard rock on TV while strumming her guitar:

"I love rock 'n' roll"

"So put another dime in the jukebox, baby"

"I love rock 'n' roll"

"So come and take the time and dance with me"

It is a generation of rock music "I love Rock'n'roll" and its singer Joan Jett (Joan Jett). This kind of magnetic and penetrating voice immediately caught people's ears. Is a generation of rock queen ah!

Haha, speaking of it, I went to the park in the morning, went back to the gangsters, went to the art district in the afternoon, met the future queen, and went to the famous MUDD CLUB in the evening.

My first day in New York rocked too!

Midnight, MUDD CLUB,

Basquiat and Madonna happy down the stairs,

I saw the ironic stickman graffiti at a glance,

After seeing it, Madonna took a closer look, then turned to ask the black boy, "Honey, whose work is this?"

And Basquiat couldn't help but smile when he saw the classic Mare Faker: "William did it!"

"William? Isn't he a writer? Can he do graffiti?"

After Madonna finished asking, she looked around, trying to find Naoki Nagayama.

"A little bit, graffiti, don't you just need your hands?" Basquiat couldn't help laughing, and then stopped Madonna from looking,

"Don't look for it, he's gone!"

"Gone? How do you know?"

"His graffiti told me."

? ? ?

Are you telepathic?

"Haha, this is the intuition among men."

You've only known each other for half a day, where's your intuition?

Though thinking about it this way, maybe it was because of the emotions after the passion, Madonna suddenly became a little sentimental,

"Honey, will we never see William again?"

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

Basquiat was startled, it seems that he did, 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."