Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1788: No choices

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Araki woke up early this morning and felt depressed. Because he received a SMS from the Yakuza organization, the other party offered to talk to him.

Talk about it?

Other people's "talk" may be acceptable, but Yakuza's "talk" is not so easy to talk about. Those who seem to be polite and humble but arrogant have nothing good.

They control the custom industry, they control the usury, and they control the drugs. As long as it is a gray industry that can make money, they can't get rid of their relationship. They have created countless tragedies and are cancer cells in the foot basin society.

"I don't know what to talk about?" Araki's good mood was destroyed by this SMS. He confessed that he didn't offend the domineering guys, but who knows what the villains who like tattoos are thinking?

"What's the matter with his dad?" When his wife handed it over, he couldn't help but see Araki's complexion.

"Nothing." Araki took his lunch and smiled. He is in his fifties and his wife is more than forty. The two have been married for ten years, and they are regarded as rare model couples who have always respected each other. At the moment, his wife asked him that he could only haphazardly, "Don't worry, you just take care of the children."

Araki said with a spoiled expression, he reached out to touch his wife ’s swollen belly. His wife glared and sent him out of the house and stood at the door until he walked away.

Going out and squeezing into the subway, Araki was holding the rings in the crowded carriage and wobbled, staring blankly at a large group of middle-aged people around him. Everyone seemed to be walking dead, the atmosphere was depressed and dull.

Araki is still thinking about Yakuza. He must keep those villains out of his house, and never let them hurt his family. When the mood was really uncomfortable, he couldn't help but stretch his hand to a small obscure bottle in his pocket.

The pill bottle opens and a small pill is poured into Araki's mouth. The power contained in the pill started to work within a few minutes. His frowned brows slowly loosened, his mood immediately reversed, and his brain thinking became more active. The worries of Yakuza seemed to be solved.

"That's ..., Jet?" A voice rang beside Araki. It was an ordinary middle-aged person, a wage earner who rushed to work like Araki.

"Yes." Araki glanced at the other party, nodding and not wanting to say anything.

"Good stuff, very good medicine." The wage earner laughed a few times, seeing Araki's idea of ​​not talking, so he didn't say anything.

Good stuff? Maybe.

Araki did n’t know how to evaluate Jet. Many people regarded it as a terrible existence like a flood beast, but he himself, as a consumer, had difficulty seeing it as a simple drug. Because without Jet, he should have died long ago.

Araki is a semiconductor engineer responsible for memory research and development. He used to be a senior engineer of Elpida, the largest memory company in Foot Basin. However, the financial crisis of ten years ago had knocked down Elpida, and also caused serious damage to the semiconductor industry in Foot Basin.

'Elpida' was acquired by Yingmei's 'Micron', and many factories were closed and personnel were abolished. Araki's life is not easy, he changed several jobs but has not been able to cheer up again. The predicament of life reminded him of death.

Araki was drunk on the street that day, and a Yakuza sold him Jet. He had never touched drugs before, and bought one at a time. That one Jet changed his life.

Ordinary drugs make people fall into hallucinations, but Jet makes people's brains full of electricity and light. Araki reviewed his time in the past few years, and he was ashamed of various mistakes. He cried home to apologize to his wife, and the unprecedented frankness caused the couple to cry with a headache.

That night, Araki rediscovered his dignity as a man and husband. He once again felt that life was full of hope. He wanted to work hard. He wanted to fight. He wanted to get back everything he had lost in the past.

Araki once again planned a route for his future life, but the medicinal effect of Jet is only 24 hours ...

When Araki was frustrated and decadent again, he ran to the streets of Shinjuku to buy Jet. He met those Yakuza who were very polite and could easily ruin millions of families.

“One tablet for 10,000 yen, a unified price for all foot basins. Produced by Ishii-kai, Tongsuo has no bullying.” The little boy who sells Jet sees more people like Araki, and also specially reminded: “It is recommended to buy one week at a time Please take it every day. If you stop the medicine for more than three days, the brain will shrink. "

With Jet, Araki is as brave as a tiger, without Jet, Araki is not as good as a waste. He relied on Jet to find self-confidence in the workplace again, praised by his colleagues, and had a good relationship with his wife and children. He even enlarged his wife's stomach again and enjoyed the family life.

When someone advertises the dangers of Jet on the Internet, Araki once could n’t help but stand up to talk about his own experience and maintain the reputation of Jet-in a dull and depressed footbath society, a kind of comfortable, cheerful, and even heavy A drug with confidence, it is by no means a drug.

After breaking through the sky to publicly express his thoughts, Araki discovered that he had countless similar interests. The spread of Jet in the foot basin has reached an astonishing level.

Araki has no dislike for Jet, but he is always vigilant about Yakuza. It is said that this is the social price after many reductions-that is, a price that will not squeeze too much and maintain a good profit.

However, the consumption of 300,000 yen a month is too heavy for ordinary people. So Yakuza will provide usury, and they do n’t worry that people who borrow money will not repay.

It is impossible for anyone who has taken Jet to leave it. The psychological drug addiction is not to mention. The result of forced withdrawal is to become a fool with brain atrophy. It is this characteristic of Jet that makes Ishii-kai's fourth-generation Shimada Kokomo extremely powerful, and no one dares to refuse his request.

However, Araki ’s economic ability is good. He strictly adheres to the bottom line, that is, he does not borrow loan sharks from Yakuza. He knew he was really finished once he borrowed it, so when the people of Yakuza wanted to 'talk' with him, he was very confused.

Although Yakuza is very bad, they still follow the rules.

Walking out of the subway in doubt, Araki slowly walked towards the building of his current work enterprise. When he walked into his office, the head boss called him over, "Aragi Sang, I am sorry to inform you that you were laid off by the company."

Nani? !

Araki was really struck by thunder this time, standing on the spot stupid, stunned for a long time before spitting out a few words, "Why?"

"Sorry, I have no choice. I can only give you the best repatriation treatment." The boss at the head also bowed, "The company's recent business difficulties, only layoffs."

This is fart, Araki didn't believe it. But his boss did not give him any chance to argue, a cardboard box filled with his personal items, he was sent out of the company door.

This change is too sudden, no matter how powerful Jet is, there is no way to make Araki feel better. He did not immediately jump onto the rooftop of the company building, he was already a strong performance. Because in the foot basin, being laid off is a natural disaster!

Araki walked in a trance on the street outside the company building. He had n’t figured out what was going on. There were a few Yakuzas with tattoos embroidered on his neck. “It ’s Araki, we want to talk to you. Talk about it. "

The Yakuza gangster who dragged 25.8 million made pedestrians evade continuously. They opened their chest collars, and the tattoos exposed showed a status symbol. Where they are, it must be fine.

"I have nothing to talk to you, I don't owe you money." Araki turned his head and tried to avoid it.

"If you don't talk to us, it's not the trouble of losing your job." The leading Yakuza sneered with a toothpick.

Araki was suddenly anxious, "Did you ruin my job?"

"Ha Ha Ha, Araki Sang, do n’t be too anxious. Believe me, it ’s not difficult for you to lose your job, it ’s a phone call." The Yakuza boss laughed and he reached out and grabbed Araki ’s shoulder. , You can't find any work in the foot basin, no one will hire you.

You have only two roads to follow. Either run out of deposits and work as a cleaner at TEPCO ’s nuclear power plant, or continue to work as your semiconductor engineer in another place. You choose it. "

This has no choice at all.