In addition to the cover article as a blockbuster news, "Weekly" also published many recent domestic economic hotspots. Each hot spot means the flow of large amounts of funds and materials, which many businesses must pay attention to.
During the two-hour flight to Tokyo, Fujita was careful. When approaching landing, the flight attendants came out to remind them to fasten their seat belts. He was halfway through, but there was a short message that triggered his idea, but he didn't have time to look at it more.
The airflow at Narita Airport was unstable today, and the landing of the plane was a bit bumpy.
After stopping, Fujita got up and took the luggage. The Erguizi sitting next to him appeared anxious during the second half of the voyage. Seeing that Fujita wanted to leave, he couldn't help but say something.
But Fujita didn't give the other party a chance. He knew exactly what the two devils wanted—now that genuine Japanese people have gone bankrupt and committed suicide in the streets because of the economic crisis, how can there be good positions for outsiders
What a dream.
This is supposed to be a publicly sent overseas student, and I haven't learned Japanese well. I'm afraid that the naturalization is made up in front of relatives for the sake of face.
After leaving the airport, a friend drove to pick up Fujita. The other party was older than Fujita, and when they met, he laughed and shouted, "Damn Fujita, how dare you come back as a traitor? Do you know how many people in the club want Tenchu to kill you?"
"Senior, I'm very sorry for causing you trouble." Fujita stepped forward and bowed.
The friend is from the former small club "Asian Club". Because Fujita ran a train full of mouths during an interview in the Imperial City, a bunch of high-pitched members of the "Asia Club" were arrested by the Tokyo Metropolitan Prosecutor's Office.
"I really can't do anything with you." The senior smiled and patted Fujita on the shoulder. "It's good to come back. Everyone doesn't care about you. Many people regard being interrogated by the District Prosecutor's Office as a proud experience. "
After getting in the car, a senior friend took Fujita to settle down at his home and meet other friends. As the car moved, his first sentence was: "Fujita, there is bad news. You have been ordered to retire."
Fujita smiled bitterly and shook his head. He caused a lot of trouble. Toshiba's machine tool division would definitely not let him go back to be the vice minister. It would be a good treatment for him to retire and receive a pension.
"How is the situation in Tokyo these days?"
"Which way are you asking?"
"Economy. Is it easy to find a job?"
"Oh, the academic qualifications of street cleaners in Tokyo have risen recently. Many section chiefs and even presidents have personally come to the bottom of society to experience life."
"Senior, this is not funny at all."
"Then what do you want me to say?"
Seeing Fujita's stern face, there was no smile. The senior grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and patted his shoulder with the other, "Be happy, the best news now is that we have fallen to the bottom, and we will be climbing every day from now on."
Fujita was not at all happy when he heard the news. The senior didn't forget to comfort him, "Don't be too sad, everything will be fine. Look at my taxi driver who has been working for almost a year now, and I think it's pretty good."
"But you used to be....."
"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it."
The senior friend waved his hand and wiped the moist corners of his eyes, "I can hold on, until the worst. It's really not possible, I will go to you. Actually, you shouldn't come back at all. Many people envy you. ."
The car drove out of downtown Tokyo and stopped in front of an apartment in the suburbs. The senior friend got off the car and went to buy a few bottles of sake, plus the snacks promoted by the convenience store, and walked into the apartment door with both hands.
The apartment is small but many people live in it. The senior came in and shouted, "Ito, Yoshino, Harada, come out soon. Fujita is back."
A few middle-aged people came out of the apartment, and one of them wore glasses and complained: "Senior Tanaka, can you keep your voice down? This is rude. The landlord has said it many times. Every time I have to go for you. apologize."
"What are you afraid of? The big deal is to let the landlord drive me away. Now he is lucky if someone rents his house." The predecessor who opened the rental carously put down his drinks and food.
There was another person next to him who was not awake, stepping forward and murmured, "Is there only this to eat? It's not even a pleasure to drink."
Another person appeared, and walked to Fujita to greet him: "Fujita-kun, you are finally back. Today is indeed worth celebrating. Have you brought something back...?"
Fujita always thought that he was very unlucky. Looking at the four friends who came home in front of him, he asked in shock: "What's the matter with you? Yoshino, why did you become like this?"
Yoshino was the one who didn't wake up, his eyes were dark, and he was shaking when he walked. He seemed to see the returning friend at this moment, and stretched out his voice and shouted: "Oh...Fujita-kun. You are lucky, and you have avoided all your troubles."
Tanaka, who opened the rental, pulled Yoshino onto the sofa and set up a table to arrange wine and dishes. Ito wearing glasses went to Fujita and whispered: "Yoshino's wife left with the child and all the savings, leaving him with a debt."
Fujita stared in surprise.
Ito continued: "Senior Tanaka's company went bankrupt last year, and now he rents out for a living. Harada has been looking for work everywhere for a year. I'm still working at the bank, but I'm afraid I will face layoffs recently."
In 1994, the worst moment of the Japanese economy. Now you have to make an appointment to jump on the rooftop. Many people walked into the deep mountains and old forests, dying of themselves and not causing trouble to others.
Fujita also wanted to come back to wake up the people. Seeing the status quo of these few people, he suddenly felt that these teammates might not be able to lead them.
Several big men, the youngest in their forties, sat around a folding table. There are five small bottles of sake on the table, plus the snacks in plastic bags.
A dish of fried chicken, a few skewers, and a bag of stew. In Japanese it is called Nanban chicken nuggets, roasted birds, and oden. Does the latter name make the grid taller? Actually it makes no difference.
A light bulb hung above his head, and five old men sitting around and eating something like this is definitely not enough to fill their stomachs. The wine in the bottle can't even paralyze the nerves, it can only make people stare.
Yoshino, who ran away from his wife and children, held the wine bottle, and had already made sure that the wine was not intoxicating, and people were drunk. His eyes were in a trance, his figure was shaking, and he stared at the opposite Fujita, "Why are you coming back?"
"I'm very sorry." Fujita knelt down at the table, bowed his head and already apologized for a long time. I don't know what he is sorry for, but he is apologetic anyway.
Yoshino shook his head vigorously and waited for the black-eyed eyes to say: "We can't find a job. You have a job but don't want it. Give me your job. Do you know how much I want a job?"
"I am coming back this time to report that I am..." Fujita nodded, wanting to start talking about business.
But Yoshino hammered the table heavily, and said angrily: "Who wants to listen to the bullshit you said? I don't want to go into the forest and disappear one day. I still want to live. But I have nothing now. This is the reality. The problem."
The wine and vegetables on the tabletop splashed, and the folding table was almost knocked over. Several people quickly reached out and held the tabletop, but no one criticized Yoshino.
Fujita wiped the sauce splashed on his face, and asked uncomfortably, "Is the situation so bad now? Is there no hope at all?"
The bank’s Ito whispered in frustration: “Money is tightened, and many companies cannot get loans and have to go bankrupt. It’s useless to try my best. That’s the policy above.”
Tanaka, who opened the rental, was not optimistic, and drank a drink. “The yen continued to appreciate, and exports shrank sharply. I lost all overseas orders and couldn’t get a loan, so I had to go bankrupt.”
Harada, who was looking for a job, said with a wry smile, "I decided to let'Yakuza' sell me if I can't find a job next month. Whatever they want, I can't hold on and don't want to hide from debt."