Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 752: Approach
"Hmm...well done..."
In the small cubicle of the Ji'an izakaya, the lady boss offers a few small dishes and a bottle of sake, and bows to the middle-aged guest in a suit: "Please take your time, Mr. Ueno."
Middle-aged Ueno Soichiro was answering the phone. At this time, he hid the phone and smiled politely to her: "Miss Miwa always doesn't drink enough wine...please bring me home."
The door was closed, Ueno Soichiro looked relaxed, and said to the phone: "You haven't been spotted, right?"
"Ha, the minister is worrying about it. There are many people in the parade. We only pay a little money and get a dozen people to lead the parade. After all, the social pressure is very high now, and many people are trying to vent. , It’s free to join."
"Last time we were in front of Shibuya Station during the Tokyo Film Festival, we took off our shorts and shouted slogans in the square. Strangers passing by, some people joined us undressing, and the same goes for the parade."
"It turned out to be so." Ueno Soichiro expressed his understanding.
It is reasonable to say that the education level of Japanese people is generally high, and individuals should have strong opinions. The fact is that most Japanese people’s first choice is to follow suit, and they are vying to be behind, lest they fall behind. If there are two at the door of a ramen shop With three people waiting in line, there is no need to worry about expanding to five, six, seven or eight people.
Ueno Soichiro had also heard about the incident in front of Shibuya Station. He took off his shorts and shouted slogans. This kind of nonsense and indecent behavior would make one person a lunatic, but with a dozen of them, it became like a madman. The organization, people joined one after another, until it became a carnival ritual, which reflects the unique group consciousness of the Japanese.
The person opposite is still talking: "Even at the company where Yamada Kazuhiko was working, only five or six people demonstrated, which made the company have ordered Kazuhiko Yamada to take a vacation. After all, no one's company wants to cause trouble."
"Yes, it is true." Ueno Soichiro said with a sigh.
Japan’s economy continues to be sluggish. The Japanese National Police Agency has counted the number of suicides in the first half of the year. It was 17,076, an increase of 768 over the same period last year. The total number of suicides last year was 32,249. Japan has committed more than 30,000 suicides for 11 consecutive years. .
Such a great pressure is not only for the employees, but also for the company.
It is difficult for the company to calm down any employee who causes trouble to the company, even if the responsibility lies with the employee.
The only good thing is that the Japanese really can’t stand to commit suicide. The biggest resistance to suicide is nothing more than jumping off the rails and creating some trouble for the public-but almost no Japanese will truly retaliate against society before they die.
Ueno Soichiro is also the minister. He knows how difficult it is to go up now, a bit sad. He understands that Yamada Kazuhiko's career has been hit hard, and he will become a stain when he wants to be promoted in the future.
asked the other side: "Do you want to continue tomorrow?"
"Yes, go ahead, I'm not afraid to spend money, you come the day after tomorrow, come to me every three days to settle the settlement." Ueno Soichiro regained his senses and said.
"Hi, I see."
Only the last moment the other party shuts down, he seemed to hear a muffled sound. Suichiro Ueno suspected that he had heard it wrong, so he didn't care, shut it down, and enjoyed it with all his heart.
In summer, iced sake, just drinking it, feels a kind of coolness.
A plate of winter melon and melon, served with mayonnaise and green beans.
A platter of sashimi (three kinds), with two dipping sauces, soy sauce and sweet taste.
Channa fish, the representative fish of summer in the Kansai region, is light and springy.
ran out. When I went to checkout, Miwa smiled softly: "Mr. Ueno, are you free on weekends."
According to a Japanese survey, 39% of women between the ages of 15 and 35 are virgins, and half of them have never had a boyfriend. Miwa inherited the family business and was not young but was not married.
"Hmm... there is still some business." Ueno Soichiro said apologetically.
"That's it." Miyu was still very gentle, her eyes lowered: "You have been working hard, please come on."
"I will work hard, this time is an opportunity."
I got out of the restaurant and waited for the bus in front of the station. Under the lights of the high-rise buildings in the city, the cool breeze blows at night, and the wine is turned up. Ueno feels a little regretful and sad...
When I was young, I used to come to this restaurant. I liked Miss Miwa, but unfortunately I couldn't marry her at that time. Everything in the city was too expensive.
I got married later. I thought it was all over. I didn’t want to lose my wife due to a car accident. The two of them regained their senses, but they did not have time this weekend.
This time the list is not only assigned by the superior, but also has an additional income of 1 million yen. More importantly, through this, it may be possible to obtain further opportunities.
For a middle-aged man, this is a must-have.
thinking this way, he murmured a little: "Very good business. I have been in the position of vice minister for six years. If I take the advantage of this, I should be able to get promoted, right?"
An oncoming train came and stopped at the station. The door opened. There was a middle school student in the carriage. He walked along the carriage with his head down and almost hit him.
"Be careful!" Ueno Soichiro shook his body and couldn't help but scolded.
In Japan, class is of course the most important, followed by age. The senior scolds the younger, the older scolds the young, the younger will apologize and retreat, but with this sound, Ueno Souichiro only felt his eyes flash, and then his legs Suffering from severe pain, he knelt on the ground and rolled over, screaming.
Ueno Soichiro rolled on the ground, and the rest saw the junior high school students returning to the car, the train left the platform with screams, the people who just got off heard it, and looked at each other. Few people around could clearly see what happened. What happened, just squinted and peeked. For fear of causing trouble, none of them reached out and even scattered around him.
After a long time, someone whispered: "What happened just now?"
"Didn't see clearly, did you meet the Lunu tribe?"
In the carriage, few people saw it. As the train was moving forward, of the three girls not far away, one seemed to be the biggest, but also a middle school student. The remaining two were obviously elementary school students, only seven or eight years old. It was a bit similar, it seemed to be a sister. At this time, the youngest body shook, spilled a drink, and splashed on the ground.
Sister quickly bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, please forgive me."
said, they squatted down and wiped with the paper they carried. Pei Ziyun's eyes were a little golden, and he glanced in the direction of the drunk middle-aged man.
"Huh, I found it by my superiors."
"The two soldiers can't be forgiven for death, but you can't forgive them."
has recovered part of his power, and can follow up on the line based on a major cause. Pei Ziyun's gaze fell somewhere, and he was determined to get rid of it.
At this moment, the girls not far away are still wiping, and the adults around are watching them coldly. If Pei Ziyun had been before, he would still help, but after living in Japan for a long time, he would understand "air".
This is not indifference, but the law of Japanese society. If you cause trouble for everyone, you have to deal with it as soon as possible.
Kabukicho·Izakaya
When it was open at this time, this was a high-end izakaya, private club style, elegant environment, dark purple decoration style, cool interior, Suzuki Ryota greeted his subordinates: "Seiichiro, drink more, this time continuous After fighting for two weeks, the prospect of turning over the club depends on this one. 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 worth doing it yourself.
"Hi!" The middle-aged man named Seiichiro bowed, his expression serious.
In Japanese society, employees are tied to the company. In particular, the interests of core members are closely related to the company’s rise and fall. Although they know that their superiors will take away a lot of money, the subordinates who are accustomed to collective education dare not complain. Dedicating desperately, in order to reward, we must show a tail-wagging attitude. At the same time, the company's superiors will also reward this attitude. This is a tacit understanding in the so-called collective atmosphere.
In the flattery of his subordinates, Ryō Suzuki was very satisfied with this attitude. He had worked so hard in the society for 30 years. Isn't it just for such a day? In this process, people will lose a lot of useless things, but no matter what, they are the survivors of society.
is in a high position, and his subordinates control the destiny of hundreds of employees. Power is like a drug. Once you have tasted it, you don’t want to give up.
"President? President?" A subordinate asked cautiously.
"Oh, drink, drink." Ryota Suzuki woke up. He was always calm and rational. He never showed any emotions in front of his subordinates. He was called the ghost and **** Suzuki. At this moment, he wondered: "Strange~IndoMTL.com~What am I doing today? Feeling so much?"
He is old and can't support his body too much. He doesn't like to drink anymore. After drinking a little alcohol, he goes to the bathroom.
There was a female clerk who wanted to accompany. Ryota Suzuki glanced at her beauty, even with makeup, it was only visible, so she refused.
There was water in the bathroom, and one door opened. He didn't care. Although it is a high-end izakaya, it is impossible to just have his own family of guests.
It’s just the next second. I only heard a "puff" in the vest. I didn’t have time to think, and the whole person fell down. My face was lying on the cold tile. The urine was still flowing, and it was flowing with the blood before my eyes. black.
Who is going to kill me? Who has offended recently?
Suzuki Ryo was too horrified, reaching out to shout, begging for mercy, and asking for help, but couldn't make any sound. Only one person was struggling on the cold ground, his heartache and powerlessness spread all over his body, and the darkness of his eyes seemed to finally shine. One point, I saw a small figure going out quietly like a ghost...
Pei Ziyun closed the door, straightened his collar, found that he was spotless, and looked back satisfied with satisfaction, put a do not disturb sign, and bowed his head through the lively box. Without the presence of the president, the staff was much more relaxed, but Seiichiro asked strangely: "The president is not coming back?"
"Hi, maybe I drank too much."
Pei Ziyun opened the door. It was late at night. The waiter at the door would be strange when a junior high school student entered and exited such a place, but the strange thing was that they only talked and laughed and ignored people passing by.
Pei Ziyun took a look and murmured: "Is there any higher level? I feel a little bit of this person."
A faint and real smell of ghosts and spirits.