MTL - Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey-Chapter 752 Approach

"Well ... well done ..."

In the cubicle of Jiji'an Izakaya, the female boss offered several side dishes, a bottle of sake, and bowed to a middle-aged guest in a suit: "Please use slowly, Mr. Ueno."

Middle-aged Ueno Shoichiro was answering the phone, then hid her mobile phone microphone and smiled politely to her: "Miss Miyu's wine is always not enough ... please bring it to me."

The gate was closed, Ueno Zongichiro relaxed, and said to the phone, "You haven't been found?"

"Ha, the minister is more concerned. There are many people in the parade. We only paid a little money and we could get a parade with a dozen people. After all, there is a lot of pressure in the society. Many people are venting for free. joined."

"Last time we took off our shorts in front of Shibuya Station during the Tokyo Film Festival, and shouted slogans in the square. Some strangers passing by have undressed to join us one after another, and the procession is the same."

"So it is." Ueno Soichiro expressed understanding.

It stands to reason that the education level of the Japanese people is generally high, and individuals should have a strong opinion, but the fact is that most Japanese people choose to follow the trend, and they are afraid to fall behind. If two or three people line up at the door of a ramen shop, Waiting, it will not worry that it will expand to five or six or seven.

In front of the Shibuya station, Ueno Soichiro has also heard of it, leaving only shorts and shouting a slogan. This kind of indecent behavior will make one person crazy, but together with dozens of people, it becomes an organization. Someone joined one after another until it became a carnival sacrifice, which reflected the unique group consciousness of the Japanese.

The person opposite to him was still talking: "Even at the company where Yamada and Hiko worked, only five or six people demonstrated, which made the company order Yamada and Hiko to take a vacation. After all, no company wants to cause trouble."

"Yeah, that's true." Ueno Soichiro said with a sigh.

The Japanese economy continues to be in a downturn. The Japanese Police Agency counted the number of suicides in the first half of the year, 17,076, an increase of 768 from the same period last year. The total number of suicides last year was 32,249-Japan has surpassed 30,000 suicides for 11 consecutive years.

This kind of pressure is not only for employees but also for the company.

公司 It is difficult for the company to calm down any employee who causes trouble for the company, even if the responsibility lies with the employees.

The only good news is that the Japanese really can't stand suicide. The biggest resistance to suicide is nothing more than jumping off the rails and creating trouble for the public-but almost no Japanese will actually retaliate against society before death.

Takaichiro Ueno is also a minister. He knows how difficult it is to go up now. He is a bit sad and sad. He understands that Yamada Kazuhiko's career has been hit hard. Later, he wanted to be promoted and became a stain.

He asked, "Do you want to continue tomorrow?"

"Yes, go ahead. I'm not afraid to spend money. You come the day after tomorrow and come to me to settle every three days." Ueno Zongichiro said back to God.

"Hey, I see."

It was only the last moment when the other party turned off. It seemed to hear a muffled sound. Ueno Zongichiro suspected that he heard it wrong, so he didn't care, shut down, and enjoyed it with his heart.

In summer, iced sake, if you drink it, feels a kind of coolness.

Scoop a plate of winter melon and melon, served with mayonnaise and green beans.

A plate of sashimi (three) platter with two dipping sauces, soy sauce and sweet flavor.

Anchovies, the representative fish of summer in the Kansai region, are lightly elastic.

I ran out. When I went to checkout, Mei Yu smiled softly: "Mr. Ueno, are you free this weekend?"

调查 According to a Japanese survey, 39% of women aged 15 to 35 are virgins. Half of them have never had a boyfriend. Miwa has inherited her family business, but she is not young but she is not married.

"Oh ... there's still some business," Ueno Soichiro apologized.

"This way." Mei Yu was still very gentle, her eyes were down: "You have been working very hard, please come on."

"I will cheer, this time is an opportunity."

I drove out the izakaya waiting in front of the station. Under the lights of the city's high-rise buildings, the cool breeze blew at night, and the drunkenness came back. Ueno was a little sorry and sad ...

I used to come to this house when I was young. I like Miss Mei Yu. Unfortunately, I did n’t have the ability to marry her. Everything in the city was too expensive.

I later married myself. I thought everything was over. I didn't want to lose my wife because of a car accident. The two recovered a little bit more, but this weekend was really not free.

This list, not only assigned by the superior, has an additional income of 1 million 円, more importantly, through this, you may get further opportunities.

For a middle-aged man, he must seize it.

Thinking like this, she mumbled a little: "Very good business, I have been in the position of deputy minister for six years. If I take advantage of it, should I be promoted?"

开 The train ran head-on, stopped at the station, the door opened, there was an junior high school student in the carriage, and he walked down the carriage, almost hit him.

"Be careful!" Ueno Souichiro fluttered and couldn't help but scold.

In Japan, class is of course the most important, followed by age. Seniors scold younger generations, older scolds younger ones, and younger generations will apologize and retreat, but with this voice, Ueno Soichiro only feels a flower in his eyes, and then he has severe pain in his legs. , Suddenly knelt on the ground and rolled, screaming.

Ueno Soichiro rolled on the ground, and the rest saw the middle school student returning to the carriage just now. The train left the platform in a scream. Those who just got off the train heard it and looked at each other. Few people around him could see what happened. Just squinting and peeping, for fear of causing trouble, none of them reached out and even spread around him.

After a long while, someone whispered, "What just happened?"

"Did not see clearly, did you meet the Lu Nu tribe?"

In the carriage, few people saw it. As the train moved forward, one of the three girls not far away seemed to be the biggest, but it was only a junior high school student. The remaining two were obviously elementary school students, only seven or eight years old, with similar looks. Seems to be sisters, the smallest body shocked at this moment, spilled a drink and splashed on the ground.

Sister Ji quickly bowed around and apologized, "Sorry, please forgive me."

He said, they squatted down with a piece of portable paper to wipe, Pei Ziyun's eyes were a little golden, and he looked at the direction of the drunk middle-aged man.

"Hum, the superior found it."

"The two soldiers can't die, but you can't."

He recovered some of his strength and was able to follow up on the line based on major causes. Pei Ziyun's gaze fell somewhere and he was determined to pull it out.

At this moment, the girls who are not far away are still rubbing, and the surrounding adults are watching with cold eyes. Pei Ziyun would help if he had been in the past, but after living in Japan for a long time, he knew "air".

It's not indifferent, but Japanese social rules. If you cause trouble for everyone, you must deal with it as soon as possible.

Kabukicho · Izakaya

At this time of business, this is a high-end izakaya, a private clubhouse, elegant environment, dark purple decoration, cool interior, Suzuki Ryota greeted his subordinates: "Seiichiro, drink more, this time for two weeks in a row The club's prospects will depend on this one. We must work hard! "

Rarely has an easy task worth 30 million 円. Although not too much, it is worth fighting for yourself.

"Hi!" A middle-aged man named Seiichiro bowed, with a serious expression.

In Japanese society, employees are tied to the company, especially the core members' interests 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, the subordinates who are accustomed to collective education will not dare to complain, and will only dedicate their lives. In order to reward, it is necessary to show a tail-wagging attitude. At the same time, the company's superiors will also reward this attitude. This is the tacit understanding in a collective atmosphere.

In the flattery of his subordinates, Ryota Suzuki was very satisfied with this attitude. He has worked hard in the company for thirty years, isn't it for such a day? In this process, people will lose a lot of useless things, but anyway ... they are the survivors of society.

He is in a high position and has the fate of hundreds of employees under his control. Power tastes like drugs, and once he has tasted it, he doesn't want to give up.

"President? President?" A subordinate asked carefully.

"Oh, drink, drink." Suzuki Ryota wakes up. He has always been calm and rational, never showing any emotions in front of the ministry. So much? "

He is old and cannot support his body too much. He no longer likes drinking. After drinking a little, he goes to the bathroom.

I have a female staff member to accompany me. Ruzuki Suzuki glanced at her look too much. Even under makeup, she only refused to see it.

I put water in the bathroom and opened the door on one side. He didn't care. Although it was a high-end izakaya, it was not possible to have only his own guests.

I was just next second. I just heard the sound of "I" and it was too cold to think about it. The whole person fell down, his face was lying on the cold tiles, his urine was still flowing, and his eyes were black.

Who wants to kill me? Who offended recently?

Suzuki Ryo was so shocked that he reached out and wanted to shout, ask for mercy, and ask for help, but he couldn't make any sound. Only one person was struggling on the cold ground, and his pain was spreading throughout his body. His dark eyes seemed to light up at last. See By the time a small figure went out as quiet as a ghost ...

Pei Ziyun closed the door, straightened his collar, and found that he was spotless. He looked back with satisfaction. He put a sign that he did n’t disturb, and bowed his head through the lively box. Without the president ’s presence, the staff was much more relaxed. Strangely asked, "Will the president come back yet?"

"Hi, maybe it's too much."

Pei Ziyun pushed open the door. It was late. It was strange for a middle school student to enter and enter such a place. The waiter at the door would have been weird, but strangely, they were just talking and laughing, ignoring someone passing in front.

Pei Ziyun looked around and murmured, "Are there any more superiors? I feel this person, it tastes a little bit."

A faint and real ghost smell.