Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

Milan, Italy's second largest city in northern Italy.

Known as a city of art and fashion, it is also a sister city in Osaka City.

Just over four hours by high-speed rail from the southern city of Naples. My father and I, who arrived a little after lunch, and three seniors, Zhaoxiong, were having a slightly late lunch.

The good Naples business deal is causing your grumpy father's purse strings to loosen to a tatter, and he's still tongue-in-cheek at his specialty dishes when he says it's noon.

Tagliatelle con chinguiale tangled in a pasta called cottletta (cuttlefish with veal boned loin) with raw ham and cheese from Parma, close to Milan, in a soup full of tomatoes and vegetables (Minestrone, familiar in Japan), boiled boar meat in red wine and flat Tagliatelle.

When it comes to international travel, it's a matter of diet.

They can eat dishes from different countries in Japan, but they are basically adjusted to suit the taste of Japanese people, so it's often not right for their mouths to go to the real place of that dish.

But there are many Italian dishes that are really delicious even in real life. I don't even feel like I miss Japanese food at the moment. I mean, seriously, it's delicious.

"No, you can even afford to bruise me! Father, seriously, God!

"Whoa! Plenty of thanks. Well, I'll have this loan paid back by labor."

"Isn't it extravagant?!

They're both in a good mood.

The stay in Milan lasts four days, including today.

In the meantime, we are scheduled to negotiate with this buyer tomorrow regarding some motorcycles.

Otherwise, they are looking for products through buyers and parts in the Blue Sky Market (Mercato).

I'm going to go to the church in Piazza Duomo (Cathedral of Milan) because I'm talking about the fact that I'm going to be able to do some sightseeing because I have quite a bit of spare time.

I was worried that I would be okay with purchasing so many motorcycles even though I was a small biker, but they actually work with fellow bikers I know, and they also said that each of us would have to talk about this trip by paying according to the percentage.

We should force a two-week European expedition, albeit for the purchase of Vespas and Thunderbirds on the street. Otherwise, I have to sell it for a pretty high price. I can't take the ex.

He plans to purchase about twenty motorcycles by appointment, the contents of which are left to his father.

"In the meantime, go to the city biker today. Hiroya, is there a good place?

My father, who was perplexing to pull off the Milan guidebook that Senior Zhaoxiong had, asks me poignantly thrown away without being able to find out what the purpose was.

Well, you don't have a motorcyclist on your regular guidebook.

Naturally, I have looked into it quite a bit beforehand, but I didn't know what kind of store although I know the location and name of the shop.

So it would be quickest to ask the locals, after all.

So when we leave Ristorante, we enter the alley where the locals will live from a wide street.

It seems that Italy is surrounded by small squares surrounded by buildings at the end of these alleys. There's a little stall out there, shops like personal stores spreading their products, places like Lower Town.

There was hardly an atmosphere as dangerous as Naples when it came to alleys, and unlike the large streets with many tourists, it made them feel more rooted in calm in their lives.

In such a corner of the square, a few men came closer because they caught sight of smoking while they were biking by the age bike.

"Bongiorno! I need to ask you something, okay?

"Hmm? Oh, you speak Italian well, but you're a foreigner? Ask us anything you want. Yeah, but you have to figure out how to talk to a woman yourself."

They were the men who looked at us in surprise for a moment, but they immediately responded lovingly. A lot of people are really friendly with Italians.

"Too bad about that one. Italy wants to get along because there are so many beauties. '

I joke back, too, and the men laugh and show themselves listening.

'So, what do you want to hear? So do you, but it looks like you're concerned about this motorcycle.'

I see it as a flicker, too, and to your father, I find out because I'm looking at the details.

'I'm sorry if I'm disturbed. Actually, I came all the way to Milan for a job dealing with motorcycles, but I was hoping to take a peek at a bike shop nearby because I had some spare time. Can you tell me where it's good?

"If you like Italy's proud motorcycles, you're welcome! Right, by Brianza Street... '

'No, a little further away from here than such a novice going shop, but near Guastalla...'

'Wait a minute, these people are professionals, right? Then there's a shop near Porta Romana Station...'

You stuck something up, we started arguing. Nevertheless, there are no signs that it's going to be a fight, and I'm just talking to close friends that it's not. I could still hear a number of valuable information unique to the locals & motorcyclists.

Mark the map with a thank you for where you heard it, then leave the place.

"Chao! Enjoy Milan! Then the next time you come, bring me a girl too!

The boulder is an Italian man.

"I knew it would be convenient."

Is it good to treat it conveniently?

"I can't do as much as you, Kashiwagi, but it has to be of some use."

"Zhaoxiong, well, don't let the place soothe"

"It's okay to have Senior Zhaoxiong here."

"I'm not convinced of anything!!

In the meantime, the luggage is in the way, so I'll have it deposited at the hotel first and a cab called.

And then I travel to the place I was taught to peek at the store.

Italy has many enthusiasts for bikes as well as bicycles.

They have global bike races, and they have a lot of professionals. Of course, motorcycles also produce a lot of global pro riders.

This means that many bike shops in general deal with both bicycles and motorcycles.

The first and second stores seem to be centered on new and relatively new used cars, just a quick peek and we're done.

My father's forefinger didn't seem to move either because all the things I was dealing with were available in Japan.

And the third house.

Enter an alley about two bottles from the street and arrive at a store deep down.

"Whoa! That's pretty good."

Small store in area, but decorated with two vintage bikes on the front side of the glass show window and "Apulia RS250" (maybe a replica) in the back, which was ridden by Italy's best rider, Valentino Rossi, when he won the World Championship in World Championship Class 250 cc in 1999.

'There you are! Looking for something?

She opens the store door and calls out to a girl in her adorable late teens who briefly explains the situation and shows her motorcycle.

"Uh-huh, in good condition and at the right price. Good store."

"That's amazing. I've never seen a bike before."

Roar as your father was impressed.

I don't know, but I guess that's the only reason your father praises you so much. From what I can tell, the atmosphere is nice and well cleaned.

I laughed happily when I interpreted with a supplementary explanation to the girl.

"My father does everything from buying to servicing this shop. I'm not here today because I'm going to Rome to buy a motorcycle, but the motorcycle I have here is all my father prides himself on, so take a look. '

We enjoyed the words carefully until evening.

Milan Day 2.

I'm going to see the buyer's people as planned in the morning.

"I'm the owner of Grand Works (father's motorcyclist name), Jinnai and the staff's cashmere. Nice to meet you today. '

'... hun. Hang me over there. "

When I arrived at the office, I met with a buyer who had made an appointment quickly, but the clouds were strange.

I was greeted by a man about forty years old, but the vibe is that he's obviously not welcome, why?

We sit in our chairs, as they said, bewildered.

"The details are in that document. If you're going to buy it, make up your mind early. '

With that said, the man throws the paperwork in the envelope all over the place.

……

While your father caught a single eyebrow, he takes out the paperwork for now and checks the contents.

"What the hell. It doesn't say what you need. And the pictures are unclear, and there's no fucking decision to make. Hiroya, just tell me to show you the real thing."

Chilari and I peeked into the paperwork, but it's just a substitute for having a table of contents and a few pictures of the subject's motorcycle. The pictures are also coarse and I can barely see the details.

'I want you to show me the real thing first. I don't know if I have anything before I buy it. "

'You must have come all the way here because it fits the conditions. Either you have to see the real thing or you can't even decide if you want to buy it?

"Where's the idiot who pays without even looking? Or you're not even ready for the real thing? So what if it's a fraud?

Don't be upset about the attitude that made people look too stupid. But it's not a good idea to freak out even your father and senior Zhaoxiong, so I try to kill the signs and politely say it back.

"... chip! Follow me. '

He seemed a little frightened by my eyesight, but he was quick to bring it back up for what he was suppressing the signs. We arrived behind the leading buyer, in a warehouse by the office.

There were a few motorcycles and vintage automobiles.

"That's the one in line there."

That said, there are about ten motorcycles lined up where the man squashed his jaw. I feel like I've seen it and it looks pretty good. I guess the original owner was solid because I don't think the guy with a very bad attitude in front of him is servicing it.

"... you're not in bad shape. I'll have to restore some, but I don't see the fatal part. But..."

My father stared angrily at the man as he glanced at the quote he had just been given.

"What the hell? All this is close to twice the market, isn't it? Let's talk about it! This isn't what I heard beforehand."

'I mean... but what are you going to do?

I'm the interpreter.

In fact, what I had heard beforehand was that it was another intermediary who summed up the conversation with the buyer. Therefore, there is no choice but to make some mistakes in food or good or bad conditions.

But I have a problem with that when it comes to the amount. Or it can't be.

'If you have a complaint, you should hit the other one. I don't have to sell it to the lowly Japanese or anything. If you're not willing to buy it, just go home. "

"Ahhh?!

"Huh?!

I'm just pissed off at the attitude of too many licks.

So I release a little magic and stare.

Do you mind turning blue in an instant and rattling your legs?

"Yuya! Enough! I don't even have to buy it here. I have other athletes. We're leaving!"

"Huh? Huh? What's wrong with you? Is that it? Huh? Hey, that hurt!

Apparently he figured out what they said from my attitude. My dad grabs my shoulder and Senior Shuo's hair and heads to the warehouse exit.

"Dad, is that okay? I even came to Milan because of it. We have to buy some."

"You didn't say a lot about that kid's attitude, did you? Why do I have to buy this one until I get my head down? It's a purchase. I don't know!

"No, I don't know, but you're letting your hair go anyway! Baldness, baldness.

When was the last time I heard your father was prettier than me?

Well, that's just the first time I've ever had a guy with an attitude that looked down on me just because I'm that Japanese.

"Chip! The exams are bad. No! Yuya, let's swallow!

"No, it's just too early to start before noon. Let's just calm down."

I decided to move anyway while I managed to forgive my father.

When I go out onto the street and look for a taxi, I see a car that seems to have been lucky enough to unload a few guests in front of me.

When I spoke up, I went back to the center town, so if it was in the same direction, they would give me a discount. Is it a good start or a bad one?

Customer, there's a mix of grumpy people. Is something wrong?

Osama, a driver who seems to be a good person, has been swinging as a public tale, so he tells the story very briefly.

'That was a disaster. Sometimes I'm just a foreigner. Oh, yeah, hey, customers, how about a military bike if it's a motorcycle purchase? Indeed, there should have been an exhibition of military vehicles in Piazza Duomo this afternoon. I heard you pay off motorcycles and stuff. "

"Ho, is that true?! Hey, driver! You don't have to give me a discount, so go there!

Interpret ear information from the driver to his father.

The colour of my eyes changed immediately.

The driver is freaking out, too, because I get on with all the strangling of the driver from behind.

After a dozen minutes, get off the taxi near the square.

I would like to thank the driver who gave me the discount for paying me a ten euro note as a chip on instructions from my father.

The driver said, 'There's no guarantee you'll ever get one, is there? Because I just heard it from people, too,' but as far as I'm concerned, it's Big Venus just because your father's mood is back. Well, I hope there's a good dig for your father's glasses, if you wish.

There are several military vehicles and equipment lined up in the square, with paydowns placed like stalls and the free market. It's a noisy atmosphere because there are plenty of people.

What sense of smell is working, Dad goes straight to the place where he exhibits military motorcycles despite the crowd and the lack of prospects.

"Mmm, not that old, but your gear is special. This is interesting here. I'd like to buy one instead of a shabby purchase."

"Ahhh, you switched it on"

"But I'm glad you're feeling better. Please stay with your father."

My dad leaves it up to the seniors and I look for receptionists to check the procedures and rules when buying a down payment.

'Oh, I'm sorry. What, are you alle? Your brother, yesterday.'

A little girl bumped into me to be pushed by the crowd, so I inevitably take it. Of course I took great care not to be called a moron or sexual harassment.

Hmm, moving my gaze again on that voice, there was a Sobacus & Ekubo biker girl.

... Temple?

Some uncle looks like a bear next to a girl though.