"Well...well done..."
In a small cubicle of Ji'an Izakaya, the female boss served a few side dishes and a bottle of sake, and bowed to the middle-aged guest in a suit: "Please use it slowly, Mr. Ueno."
The middle-aged man Ueno Soichiro was answering the phone. At this time, he covered the phone receiver and smiled politely at her: "Miss Miu never drinks enough... Please help me to come to the door."
After the door was closed, Soichiro Ueno looked relaxed and said to the phone: "You haven't been discovered, have you?"
"Ha, the minister is overly worried. There are a lot of people marching. We only paid a little money and a dozen people can lead the parade. After all, there is a lot of pressure in society now. Many people just want to vent, so we can do it for free. joined."
"Last time we were in front of Shibuya Station during the Tokyo Film Festival, we stripped down to our shorts and shouted slogans in the square. Strangers who passed by would strip off and join us one after another. The same was true for the parade."
"So that's it." Soichiro Ueno said he understood.
It stands to reason that the educational level of the Japanese people is generally high, and individuals should have relatively strong opinions. However, the fact is that the first choice of most Japanese people is to follow the trend and rush to be the first, for fear of falling behind. If there are two or three people queuing up in front of a ramen shop If you wait, you won't have to worry about it expanding to five, six, seven or eight people.
Soichiro Ueno had also heard about what happened in front of Shibuya Station. He stripped down to his shorts and shouted slogans. This kind of nonsense and indecent behavior would make one person look like a lunatic, but if a dozen people came together, they would become an organization. People joined one after another until it turned into a carnival festival, which reflected the unique group consciousness of the Japanese.
The person opposite was still talking: "Even in Yamada Kazuhiko's company, only five or six people demonstrated, and the company ordered Yamada Kazuhiko to take a vacation. After all, no one's company wants to cause trouble."
"Yes, that's true." Soichiro Ueno sighed.
Japan's economy continues to be sluggish. The Japanese National Police Agency counted 17,076 suicides in the first half of the year, an increase of 768 over the same period last year. The total number of suicides last year was 32,249 - Japan has had more than 30,000 suicides per year for 11 consecutive years.
Such great pressure is not only on employees, but also on the company.
It is difficult for the company to remain calm to any employee who causes trouble for the company, even if the employee is not to blame.
The only good thing is that Japanese people really can't stand it and commit suicide. The biggest resistance to suicide is nothing more than jumping off the rails and causing some trouble for the public - but almost no Japanese will actually take revenge on society before they die.
Soichiro Ueno is also a minister. He knows how difficult it is to get promoted now, and he is a bit sad. He understands that Yamada Kazuhiko's career has been dealt a heavy blow, and it will become a stain if he wants to be promoted in the future.
The person on the other side asked: "Do you want to continue tomorrow?"
"Yes, go ahead. I'm not afraid of spending money. You can come over the day after tomorrow and come to my place to settle accounts every three days." Soichiro Ueno said after coming back to his senses.
"Hi, got it."
But at the last moment when the other party turned off his phone, he seemed to hear a muffled sound. Ueno Soichiro suspected that he heard it wrong, so he didn't care, turned off his phone, and enjoyed it with all his heart.
In summer, just drinking the chilled sake will make you feel cool.
A plate of winter melon and melon with mayonnaise and green beans.
A platter of sashimi (three kinds) with two dipping sauces, soy sauce and sweet miso.
Snakehead, the representative fish of the Kansai region in summer, is light and springy.
After finishing it and going to check out, Miyu smiled at Wen Wen: "Mr. Ueno, are you free on the weekend?"
According to a Japanese survey, 39% of women aged 15 to 35 are virgins, and half of them have never had a boyfriend. Miu inherited the family business and is not young, but she is not married.
"Well... I still have some business." Ueno Soichiro said apologetically.
"That's it." Meiyu was still very gentle and lowered her eyes: "You have been working hard, please work hard."
"I will work hard, this is an opportunity."
After leaving the izakaya and waiting for the bus in front of the station, under the lights of the city's high-rise buildings, the cool night breeze blew, and the drunkenness came back, making Ueno feel a little regretful and sad...
I used to come to this izakaya often when I was young. I liked Miss Miu, but unfortunately I couldn't afford to marry her at that time. Everything in the city was too expensive.
Later, I got married, and I thought everything was over. I didn't want to lose my wife in a car accident, and the two of them regained some sense of humor, but they really didn't have time this weekend.
This order is not only assigned by a superior, but also brings an additional income of 1 million yen. More importantly, through this, further opportunities may be obtained.
For a middle-aged man, this is something that must be firmly grasped.
Thinking like this, he murmured: "It's a very good business. I have been in the position of deputy minister for six years. If I take advantage of this opportunity, I can be promoted, right?"
An oncoming train came and stopped at the station. The door opened. There was a junior high school student in the carriage. He was walking along the carriage with his head down and almost bumped into him.
"Be careful!" Ueno Soichiro swayed and couldn't help but scolded.
In Japan, class is of course the most important thing, followed by age. The seniors scolded the juniors, the older ones scolded the younger ones, and the younger ones would apologize and retreat. But with this sound, Soichiro Ueno only felt his eyes blur, and then there was severe pain in his legs. , suddenly knelt on the ground and rolled around, screaming.
Soichiro Ueno rolled on the ground, and the rest saw the junior high school student returning to the carriage. The train left the platform amidst screams. The people who had just got off the train heard it and looked at each other. Few people around could see clearly what happened. He just peeked sideways, but for fear of getting into trouble, no one offered a helping hand, and even dispersed around him.
After a long time, someone whispered: "What happened just now?"
"I didn't see clearly. Did you encounter a road rage tribe?"
In the carriage, few people saw it. As the train moved forward, there were three girls not far away. One seemed to be the eldest, and she was only a junior high school student. The remaining two were obviously primary school students, only seven or eight years old, and their faces were somewhat similar. They seemed to be sisters. At this time, the youngest one's body shook, spilling the drink and splashing it on the ground.
My sister quickly bowed to everyone around her and apologized: "I'm sorry, please forgive me."
As they said that, they squatted down to wipe it with the paper they had brought with them. Pei Ziyun's eyes were a little golden and he glanced in the direction of the drunken middle-aged man.
"Hmph, a higher-up found it."
"The two soldiers can't be spared, but you can't be spared."
After recovering part of his strength, he could pursue the higher line based on important causes and conditions. Pei Ziyun's eyes fell on a certain place and he was determined to get rid of it.
At this moment, the girl not far away was still wiping, while the adults around him looked on with cold eyes. If Pei Ziyun had been in the past, he would have helped, but after living in Japan for a long time, he understood the "air".
This is not a sign of indifference, but a law of Japanese society. If you cause trouble for others, you must deal with it as soon as possible.
Kabukicho·Izakaya
It was open for business at this time. This was a high-end izakaya in the form of a private club with an elegant environment. The decoration style was dark purple and the interior was cool. Suzuki Ryota greeted his subordinates: "Seiichiro, drink more. This time we will fight for two weeks." , the club’s prospects for turning around depend on this, we have to work hard!”
It's rare to have an easy task worth 30 million yen. Although it's not too much, it's still worth fighting for.
"Hi!" The middle-aged man named Seiichiro bowed, his expression very serious.
In Japanese society, employees are tied to the company, especially the interests of core members are closely related to the rise and fall of the company. Therefore, although they know that their superiors will take away a lot of money, subordinates who are accustomed to collective education do not dare to complain and will only contribute their best. You have to show a tail-wagging attitude in order to be rewarded. At the same time, the company superiors will also reward this attitude. This is the so-called tacit understanding in a collective atmosphere.
Amid the flattery from his subordinates, Suzuki Ryota was very satisfied with this attitude. He had worked hard in the company for thirty years, wasn't it just for a life like this? In this process, people will throw away a lot of useless things, but no matter what... I am a survivor of society.
Holding a high position, his subordinates control the fate of hundreds of employees. The taste of power is like a drug. Once you have tasted it, you won't want to give it up.
"President? President?" A subordinate asked cautiously.
"Oh, drink, drink." Ryota Suzuki woke up. He was always calm and rational, and never showed any emotions in front of his subordinates. He was called Ghost Suzuki. At this time, he wondered: "Strange, why do I feel so much today?"
He is old and his body cannot support much. He no longer likes drinking. After drinking a little wine, he goes to the bathroom.
There was a female staff member who wanted to accompany her. Suzuki Ryota took one look at her appearance. Even under make-up, she was just pretty, so she refused.
There was water in the bathroom and the door on one side was open. He didn't care. Even though this was a high-end izakaya, there was no way it was just his family.
Just the next second, I heard a "pop" sound and my vest went cold. Before I had time to think, I fell down, my face lying on the cold tiles, my urine was still flowing, and it was flowing with blood, and my vision was black.
Who wants to kill me? Who have you offended recently
Suzuki Ryota was in shock and panic. He stretched out his hands to shout, beg for mercy, and beg for help, but he couldn't make any sound. He was struggling alone on the cold ground. The severe pain and weakness in his heart spread to his whole body. His dark eyes seemed to finally light up a little. See There was a small figure walking out as quietly as a ghost...
Pei Ziyun closed the door, straightened his collar, and found that he was spotless. He looked back with satisfaction, put a "Do Not Disturb" sign, and walked past the bustling box. Without the presence of the president, the staff felt much more relaxed. However, Seiichiro was a little a bit nervous. He asked strangely: "The president isn't back yet?"
"Hey, maybe you drank too much."
Pei Ziyun opened the door. It was already late at night. The waiters at the door would have been surprised that a junior high school student was entering and leaving such a place. But the strange thing was that they only talked and laughed and ignored anyone passing by in front.
Pei Ziyun looked at one place and murmured: "Is there a higher level? I feel something about this person."
A faint yet tangible scent of ghosts and gods.
(End of chapter)