"Well … Well done …"
In the small compartment of the izakaya, the female owner served a few dishes and a bottle of sake. She bowed to the middle-aged guest in a suit: "Please enjoy your meal, Mr. Ueno."
The middle-aged man, Ueno Soichiro, was on the phone. At this time, he covered the phone and smiled politely at her: "Miss Meiyu's sake is always not enough … Please close the door for me."
After the door was closed, Ueno Soichiro relaxed and said to the phone: "You haven't been discovered, have you?"
"Ha, minister, you worry too much. There are a lot of people in the demonstration. We just gave a little money and a dozen people can lead the demonstration. After all, there is a lot of pressure in society now. Many people want to vent, so they join for free."
"Last time, in front of Shibuya Train Station during the Tokyo Film Festival, we took off our shorts and shouted slogans in the square. Strangers passing by took off their clothes and joined us. It's the same for the demonstration."
"I see." Ueno Soichiro expressed his understanding.
Logically speaking, the Japanese people's general level of education is generally higher, and individuals should have stronger opinions. But the fact is, most Japanese people's first choice is to follow the trend, and they rush to be the first, lest they fall behind. If there are two or three people waiting in front of a ramen shop, there is no worry that it will expand to five or six or seven people waiting.
Ueno Soichiro had also heard about what had happened in front of Shibuya Station. They had stripped down to their shorts and shouted slogans. This kind of indecent behavior would make a person look like a lunatic. However, when more than ten people gathered together, they seemed to have formed an organization. People continued to join until it became a carnival sacrifice. This reflected the unique group consciousness of the Japanese.
The person on the other side is still talking: "Even in the company where Kazuhiko Yamada works, only five or six people demonstrated, and the company has ordered Kazuhiko Yamada to take a vacation. After all, no company wants to cause trouble."
"Yes, it is indeed like this." Ueno Soichiro said with a sigh.
Japan's economy continues to be depressed. The Japanese National Police Agency calculated the number of suicides in the first half of the year, 17076, 768 more than the same period last year. The total number of suicides last year was 32249 — Japan has had more than 30000 suicides for 11 years in a row.
Such a great pressure is not only on the employees, but also on the company.
For any employee who caused trouble for the company, it was difficult for the company to remain calm, even if the employee was not responsible.
The only good thing was that the Japanese really couldn't stand it and committed suicide. The greatest resistance to suicide was nothing more than jumping off the rails and creating some trouble for the public — but almost no Japanese would really take revenge on society before they died.
Ueno Soichiro was also a minister, and he knew how difficult it was for him to rise up. He felt a little sad and understood that Kazuhiko Yamada's career had suffered a heavy blow. If he wanted to be promoted in the future, it would be a stain.
The other side asked, "Do you want to continue tomorrow?"
"Yes, continue. I'm not afraid of spending money. Come the day after tomorrow and settle the bill with me every three days." Ueno Soichiro came back to his senses and said.
"Yes, I understand."
However, at the last moment, he seemed to hear a muffled sound. Ueno Soichiro suspected that he had heard wrongly, but he didn't care. He turned off his phone and focused on enjoying it.
In the summer, just drinking the iced sake made one feel a kind of coolness.
A plate of winter melon and melon with mayonnaise and green beans.
A plate of sashimi (three types) with two dipping sauces, soy sauce and sweet miso.
Anchovy, the representative fish of the Kansai region in the summer, light and chewy.
After eating, when he went to pay the bill, Mei Yu smiled gently at him. "Mr. Ueno, are you free this weekend?"
In a Japanese survey, 39% of women aged 15 to 35 were virgins, and half of them had never had a boyfriend. Mei Yu had inherited the family business. She was not young, but she was not married.
"Oh … I still have some business," Ueno Soichiro said apologetically.
"I see." Mei Yu was still very gentle, and she looked down. "You have been working hard, please do your best."
"I will do my best. This is a chance."
They left the izakaya and waited in front of the bus station. Under the lights of the city's high-rise buildings, the night breeze blew, and Ueno felt a little regretful and sad …
In the past, when he was young, he often came to this izakaya and liked Miss Mei Yu. Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to marry her at that time. Everything in the city was too expensive.
Later, when he got married, he thought that everything was over. He didn't want to lose his wife in a car accident, and the two of them recovered a little. But this weekend was indeed not free.
This order was not only assigned by the higher-ups, there was an extra 1 million yen. More importantly, through this, he might be able to get further opportunities.
For a middle-aged man, this was something he must grasp tightly.
With this thought in mind, he murmured, "This is a good business. I have been in the position of deputy minister for six years. If I take advantage of this, I should be able to get promoted, right?"
The oncoming train stopped at the station, and the door opened. There was a junior high school student in the carriage. He walked along the carriage with his head down, and he almost bumped into him.
"Be careful!" Ueno Soichiro's body swayed, and he couldn't help but scold.
In Japan, of course, social class was the most important, followed by age. The older generation scolded the younger generation, the older generation scolded the younger generation, and the younger generation would apologize and retreat. But with this sound, Ueno Soichiro only felt his vision blur, and then he felt a sharp pain in his leg. He suddenly knelt on the ground, rolled around, and let out a scream.
Ueno Soichiro rolled on the ground, and the rest saw the junior high school student return to the carriage. The train left the platform in the midst of the scream. The people who had just gotten off heard it and looked at each other. Few people around him clearly saw what had happened. They just squinted and peeked. Afraid of getting into trouble, no one reached out to help, and even scattered around him.
After a long time, someone whispered, "What happened just now?"
"I didn't see clearly. Did we encounter the road rage tribe?"
Few people in the carriage saw that because the train was moving forward, there were three girls not far away. One of them seemed to be the oldest, but she was only a junior high school student. The other two were obviously primary school students, only seven or eight years old. They looked a little similar, and they seemed to be sisters. At this time, the youngest one's body shook, and she spilled her drink on the ground.
The older sister hurriedly bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry, please forgive me."
As she spoke, they squatted down and wiped the floor with a piece of tissue. Pei Zi Yun's eyes shone with a golden light as he looked in the direction of the drunk middle-aged man.
"Hmph, I've found the higher ups."
"I won't let these two soldiers off, but you can't."
Now that he had recovered some of his strength, he would be able to catch up with the higher ups. Pei Zi Yun's gaze fell on a certain spot, and he was determined to get rid of it.
At this time, the girls not far away were still wiping the floor, while the adults around them looked on coldly. If it was in the past, Pei Zi Yun would have helped, but after living in Japan for so long, he knew how to be 'cool'.
This wasn't coldness, but the law of Japanese society. If you caused trouble for everyone, you had to deal with it as soon as possible.
Kabukicho, Izakaya
It was currently open for business. This was a high-class izakaya, a private clubhouse. The environment was elegant, and the decorations were dark purple. The interior was cool and refreshing. Suzuki Ryota called out to his subordinates, "Seiichiro, drink more. This time, we've been fighting for two consecutive weeks, and the society's future depends on this. We have to work hard!"
It was rare for there to be an easy task that was worth 30 million yen. Although it wasn't much, it was worth it.
"Hai!" The middle-aged man named Seiichiro bowed, his expression serious.
In Japanese society, employees were tied to the company, especially the core members, whose interests were closely tied to the company's rise and fall. Although they knew that their superiors would take away a lot of money, they were used to collective education, so they didn't dare complain. They would only give their all, and even wag their tails when they were rewarded. At the same time, the company's superiors would also reward them with this attitude. This was the so-called tacit understanding of a collective atmosphere.
Suzuki Ryota was very satisfied with the attitude of his subordinates. He had worked hard in the society for thirty years, all for the sake of living like this. In the process, he would lose many useless things, but no matter what … he was a survivor of society.
He was in a high position, and he controlled the fate of hundreds of employees. The taste of power was like a drug. Once he had tasted it, he didn't want to give it up.
"President? President? "one of the subordinates asked carefully.
"Oh, drink, drink." Suzuki Ryota woke up. He had always been calm and rational, never showing any emotion in front of his subordinates. He was known as the Ghost God Suzuki. At this time, he was puzzled. "Strange, why am I so emotional today?"
He was old, and his body couldn't take too much. He didn't like to drink anymore. After drinking a little, he went to the bathroom.
A female employee wanted to accompany him. Suzuki Ryota took a look at her beauty. Even with makeup, she was only good-looking, so he rejected her.
As he filled the bathroom, the door opened. He didn't care. Although this was a high-class izakaya, he couldn't be the only customer.
But in the next second, he heard a "pu" sound and felt a chill on his back. Before he could think, he fell down. His face was lying on the cold tiles. His urine was still flowing, and it was flowing along with his blood. His vision went black.
Who wants to kill me? Who did I offend recently?
Ryota Suzuki was horrified. He stretched out his hands, wanting to shout, beg for mercy, and ask for help, but no sound came out. He could only struggle on the cold ground alone. The pain in his chest spread throughout his body, and his dark vision seemed to brighten up for the last time. He saw a tiny figure leave quietly like a ghost …
Pei Zi Yun closed the door and adjusted his collar. Realizing that he was spotless, he turned around in satisfaction and pasted a "Do Not Disturb" sign on his door. He lowered his head and walked past the crowded room. Without the President around, the employees were much more relaxed. Only Seiichiro asked curiously, "The President isn't back yet?"
"Sigh, maybe he drank too much."
Pei Zi Yun pushed the door open. It was already late at night. For a middle school student to enter a place like this, the employees at the door would have thought it odd. But what was odd was that they were so engrossed in chatting that they didn't notice that someone was walking past them.
Pei Zi Yun looked around and mumbled, "Is there someone higher than him? Now that I feel this person, it's starting to make sense. "
It was a faint yet tangible scent of a ghost.
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