Narita Masaru looked at the contents of the envelope and went straight to the topic, "Although there are not too many bad debts this time, it looks a bit tricky."

The two looked into each other's eyes, saying nothing.

Although Narita Katsu has become semi-independent and opened a new store in Roppongi, in exchange for peace, he has to continue to maintain his bond with Karune. Whether it is the personal relationship with Yoko Aomiya or the agreement with the forces behind Karune

Being consistent and maintaining the status quo is his best choice.

To show his sincerity, all the most difficult and disgraceful tasks in Karune were handled by him.

In fact, before the two houses of Congress passed the "Law on Countermeasures against Violent Groups" in 1992 and began to suppress violent groups, for the purpose of taking advantage of each other, the people above turned a blind eye to the activities of violent groups. Not only did the official overt and covert

Protection, during the rise of the real estate bubble in the 1980s, cross-regional violence groups and some scattered thug organizations ushered in their final glory.

Evict residents, demolish houses, drive away businesses, we can do anything.

This is a masterpiece born from the cooperation between monopoly capital and violent gangs.

As for Narita Masaru's work, it is also related to this, but the nature is not so bad.

"Next time Narita-san comes again, I have to treat you to a drink."

"That really helps a lot," Masaru Narita half-joked.

Yoko didn't take it seriously and took a sip of tea, "I'm just helping out as much as I can."

Narita Masaru stood up and left very appropriately, without wasting Yoko's time. He never talked about Yoko's personal affairs. Whether it was with guests at work or in private interpersonal relationships, Yoko was convinced that his allies were above the standard.

"The manager will have to work hard next."

"This is the tacit understanding between Karune and the Maharaja," Narita Masaru bowed slightly, very calmly.

"I will let Carune's guests patronize the Maharaja's."

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Walking out of the dark and long passage, you can see the dirty alley behind Karune, and the billboards on the high-rise buildings opposite are a bit dazzling. A few days ago, a typhoon blew away the long summer, and the refreshing and pleasant

Autumn is coming.

Narita Masaru held up the umbrella he received from Aomiya Yoko, blended into the dark night, and looked at the bright lights in front of him, absent-mindedly.

It has been more than a year since he came to Tokyo, and he still hasn't gotten used to the pace of life here. No, rather, the atmosphere here makes him feel at a loss, and he cannot accept all new things as easily as the locals do.

.

The sense of surprise caused by the overlap of two different lives is probably one of the main reasons.

In his previous life, apart from four years of college and visits to big cities, he spent most of his life in the border city where he was born. Although his hometown is not as prosperous as a coastal city, it has all the necessary features.

We have them all, and we also have things that others don’t have.

But more importantly, he doesn't have to worry about household registration or buying a house when he stays here. This kind of security has in turn led to his mentality of being tired of changing.

Despite this, he will still save a sum of money to fund his annual travels.

But he lost consciousness on the plane heading to the snowy area. As soon as he opened his eyes, he came to a strange city, and even a quite strange era.

It was so strange that I once thought I had some kind of delusional disorder.

Narita Masaru, a native of Saitama Prefecture, Tokyo, was born on Christmas Day in the 35th year of the Showa Period (1960). Like the later generations of Hokudiao, he longed for big cities and wanted to prove his ability, so he went to college early after graduating from high school.

I went out to work to earn money, so much so that I didn’t even go to a junior college (Japanese vocational school).

Just when he entered Ginza to work, he was taken away by a soul from another world.

"Manager, where are you going next?"

Narita Masaru sat in the passenger seat of the van, turned his head and looked out the window, and said, "Hatokuji Temple."

Vehicles are driving on the bustling streets of Ginza, and the colorful neon lights are very suitable for the current atmosphere. Urban culture is developing and changing at a rapid pace, and Kabukicho's arc lights are dazzling, and pedestrians are coming and going, making it very lively.

Escape from the sound of trams, escape from the neon lights of advertisements, and stay away from the luxury and noise of Ginza. The cars stop and go all the way, but the lights outside, like boundless gray flames, still envelope every Tokyoite. This huge city makes people forget.

I feel frightened in my bones.

The late 1980s was an era of living for dreams, and the crazy appreciation of the dollar was a daydream of currencies. A large amount of hot money poured in, and economic bubbles swept through, and people everywhere were immersed in dreams and dreams.

among office workers.

Economic expansion has made people full of continuous expectations for the future, and they are enjoying the present one after another, just like dreaming about fruits that they bought today or will rot tomorrow. After today, there is no knowledge of tomorrow's empty banknotes, and there is wine today and today.

Drunk desire is a perfect match.

When money becomes easy to earn, life will be arrogant and unbridled.

Clubs spread all the way from the center of the city to the edge of the city, from Ginza, to Sunamachi 1-chome, and then to the satellite cities of Saitama and Kiyose. The signs are about to overwhelm you, gushing red and eroded lights. This is the current season.

The best portrayal.

In short, this urban cultural trend will force out people's utilitarianism. As long as they can keep up with the rhythm of the economic boom, what they don't like will become like it. Under the fear of the city, attachment will be born. In any case, only the body

In Tokyo, everything is logical and there is no right or wrong.

The van drove to Gotokuji Shopping Street and turned into a dark alley. Nearby was a cluster of residential buildings built along the railway tracks. The two cars in front and behind stopped in front of a small residential building. Narita

Sheng took the lead and stepped on the pedal to jump out of the car. His leather shoes splashed water stains on the road, making a not-so-clear sound that echoed in the air.

The young people in the car jumped out of the car one after another. Under the command of Narita Masaru, four or five people went around to the back door of the house and blocked the place tightly.

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There were a few stray dogs looking for food in the dimly lit alley. When they heard the noise here, they raised their heads and took a look. Feeling that something was about to happen, they picked up the kitchen garbage scattered on the ground and left quickly.

Narita Katsu opened the door casually like when he returned to the Maharaja, and invited everyone in. He couldn't wait for the young maid to lead the way, so he took off his shoes and walked into the house, followed by two young men with good skills.

, the rest of them were guarding the door.

There wasn't even a table in the Japanese room, so he couldn't help but frown.

After passing four empty rooms, I heard a scream from the maid who led the way, and then another woman's mournful cry. Narita was stunned for a moment, and then walked in.

This room is different. It is not a Japanese-style room, but rather a European palace style. However, there is only a huge mahogany double bed, with the foot of the bed facing the door, placed in the center of the room. Half of the duck-yellow duvet fell on the

On the ground, a woman was wrapped in a sheet and her head was hidden under the quilt, with only her messy hair exposed.

Next to this woman was a middle-aged man in gorgeous pajamas, sitting up lazily and blankly commenting on the intrusion of Narita Katsu.

"Hello, Mr. Kawasaki."

"Gui'an." The man replied hoarsely, his tone and wording revealing a hint of nobility, but his eyes were empty, small and evasive.

"Who are you? I haven't been in good health recently. I can't remember many things, and I haven't even taken care of my family. It really makes you laugh. There is no place for you to sit. If you don't mind, please

Sit on the bed."

Narita Sheng was not polite, and sat face to face with the man. The woman whose legs and feet were pinned by him exclaimed, and looked out in shock.

"Manager-san..."

The woman seemed to know him, so she quickly asked the maid to bring her a coat and put it on, and leaned towards the man named Kawasaki without any intention of getting up.

The three people on the bed fell into silence, and the paulownia trees in the yard rustled in the autumn wind. Kawasaki took out the cigarette case from under the pillow, offered the cigarette to Narita Katsuka, and then lit one himself.

Narita Sheng glanced at the cigarette case. It was engraved with an eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern and was a royal item.

When Kawasaki saw this, he was shocked and quickly explained to him that it was something passed down from his ancestors and was a gift from Tenba.

Although this man is living in embarrassment now, he still cannot hide his nobility. Kawasaki was once Chinese and the eldest son of an earl. However, when he inherited the title, America began drastic reforms in Japanese society.

,Abolish the hierarchy.

Not only did they lose their social status, but they also lost their economic privileges.

But Kawasaki still maintains his aristocratic style. Even though he works very hard to live a frugal life, he still has to customize five pairs of leather shoes and ten suits every month, and go to high-end clubs in Ginza to spend extravagantly. Compared with the children of the chaebol at the same time,

Kawasaki is not that much of a prodigal. If you want to blame him, you can only blame him for being born in the wrong era.

For forty years, no matter how rich the family fortune was, the former earl could not withstand the torture. In the early post-war period, when he was young and vigorous, he raised a concubine with six rooms. Forty years later, the only person who accompanied him was the previous earl.

His legitimate wife, whom Ming Media is currently marrying.

Now that the original main house has been auctioned, the reason why there is still room for it now is not because the house was transferred to the name of Xinna's outer house, thus avoiding bankruptcy liquidation.

Kawasaki was a little unhappy about Narita Masaru's rudeness. Narita Masaru did not take the former count seriously. He just thought that the old man sitting in front of him was just a naughty scoundrel.

"I'm here to collect the money Mr. Kawasaki owes on credit from Karune."
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