“Well…well done…”

In the small compartment of Ji'an Juzakaya, the female boss presented a few side dishes and a bottle of sake, and bowed to the middle-aged guest in a suit: "Please use it slowly, Mr. Ueno."

The middle-aged Soichiro Ueno was answering the phone. At this time, he covered his phone microphone and smiled politely to her: "Miss Miha can't drink enough wine... Please bring it to me for the door."

The door was closed, Ueno Soichiro looked relaxed and said to the phone: "You haven't been discovered, are you?"

"Ha, the minister is overly concerned. There are many people marching. We only gave a little money and could lead the march team to get a dozen people. After all, the society is under great pressure now, and many people join for free when they want to vent their money."

"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 took off their clothes and joined us, and the same was true for the parade."

"So that's how it is." Ueno Soichiro understood.

Logically speaking, the education level of Japanese people is generally high, and individuals should have strong opinions. However, the fact is that most Japanese people's first choice is to follow the trend and rush to the forefront, fearing that they will fall behind. If there are two or three people waiting in line at the door of a ramen shop, they will not worry about expanding to five, six, seven or eight people.

Ueno Soichiro Ueno took off his shorts and shouted slogans. Such indecent behavior would be regarded as a lunatic, but more than a dozen people together became an organization, and some people joined one after another until it turned into a carnival sacrifice, which reflected the unique group consciousness of the Japanese.

The person on the other side was still talking: "Even in Yamada Kazuhiko's company, there were only five or six people demonstrating, which made the company order Yamada Kazuhiko to take a vacation. After all, no company wants to cause trouble."

"Yes, it's true." Ueno Soichiro said with sighing.

Japan's economy continues to be sluggish. The Japanese Police Department has counted the number of suicides in the first half of the year, with 17,076 people, an increase of 768 from the same period last year. The total number of suicides last year was 32,249. Japan has committed suicides for 11 consecutive years and has exceeded 30,000 in the past year.

Such a great pressure is not only for employees but also for the company.

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

The only thing that is thankful is that the Japanese really can't stand suicide. The biggest resistance to suicide is nothing more than jumping into the track and causing some trouble for the public, but almost no Japanese will truly take revenge on society before they die.

Ueno Soichiro is also a minister. He knows how difficult it is to go up now. He is a little sad about the death of the rabbit and the fox. He understands that Yamada Kazuhiko's career has been hit hard, and if he wants to get promoted in the future, it will become a stain.

The opposite asked: "Do you still continue tomorrow?"

"Yes, keep going, I'm not afraid of spending money. You come here the day after tomorrow and come to me every three days to settle the bill." Ueno Soichiro said after coming to his senses.

"Hi, I understand."

But the last moment the other party turned off the phone seemed to hear a muffled sound. Ueno Soichiro suspected that he had heard it wrong, so he didn't care. He turned off the phone and enjoyed it with all his heart.

In summer, when you drink the iced sake, you will feel a chill.

A plate of winter melon and melon are mixed with mayonnaise and green beans.

A sashimi (three types) platter with two dips, soy sauce and sweet miso.

Birdfish, a representative fish in the summer of Kansai region, is light and elastic.

When I was running out, Miyu smiled gently at me: "Mr. Ueno, are you free on the weekend?"

According to a Japanese survey, 39 women aged 15 to 35 are virgins, and half of them have never had a boyfriend. Miha inherited the family business and is not young, but she has not gotten married.

"Well... there is still some business." Ueno Soichiro said apologetically.

"That's it." Miyu was still very gentle, her eyes lowered: "You have been working very hard, please come on."

"I will come on, this is an opportunity."

After leaving the Jiuju House, I waited for the bus in front of the station. Under the lights of the high-rise buildings in the city, the cool breeze blew at night, and the wine became more and more regretful and sad...

I used to come to this izakaya when I was young and liked Miss Miha. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the ability to marry her at that time, and everything in the city was too expensive.

Later, I got married. I thought everything was over, but I didn't want to lose my wife in a car accident. The two of them recovered, but they were indeed not free this weekend.

This order is not only assigned by the superiors, but also has an additional income of 1 million yen, but more importantly, through this, you may get further opportunities.

For a middle-aged man, this must be held tightly.

Thinking of this, I murmured again: "It's a very good business. I have been in the position of Deputy Minister for six years. If I take advantage of this, I should be promoted and demoted, right?"

The train was coming towards me, and when I arrived at the station, the door opened, there was a junior high school student in the carriage. He walked down the carriage and almost hit him.

"Be careful!" Ueno Soichiro's body shook and couldn't help but scold.

In Japan, class is of course the most important thing, followed by age. Seniors scold the younger generation, and the older generation scolds the younger generation, and the younger generation will apologize and retreat. But with this sound, Ueno Soichiro only felt his eyes blurred, and then his legs were hurt. He immediately knelt on the ground and rolled, screaming.

Ueno Soichiro rolled on the ground, and the rest saw the junior high school student just now returning to the car. The train left the platform with a scream. The people who had just gotten off heard it and looked at each other. Few people around him saw clearly what was going on, but just peeked at him with a squint eyes. Because they were afraid of causing trouble, none of them reached out to help and even dispersed around him.

It took a long time before someone whispered: "What happened just now?"

"Didn't see clearly, did you meet the Lu Nu clan?"

In the carriage, few people saw that because the train was moving forward, the three girls not far away, one seemed to be the largest, but were just a middle school student. The remaining two were obviously elementary school students, only seven or eight years old, with a somewhat similar appearance, and seemed to be sisters. At this time, the youngest one was shocked, and they spilled drinks on the ground.

The sister quickly bowed to the surroundings and apologized: "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

As they said that, they squatted down with the paper they carried with them and wiped it. Pei Ziyun's eyes were filled with a golden light, and he glanced at the drunk middle-aged man.

"Hmph, I found it even better."

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

After recovering part of his strength, he can follow the line based on major causes and conditions. Pei Ziyun's eyes fell somewhere and he was determined to remove them.

At this moment, a girl not far away was still wiping, and the adults around were watching coldly. Pei Ziyun would have helped if she had been in the past, but after living in Japan for a long time, she would have understood "air".

This is not apathy, but a rule of Japanese society. If you cause trouble for everyone, you have to deal with it as soon as possible.

Kabukicho Izakaya

It was open at this time. This is a high-end izakaya, in the form of a private club, with an elegant environment, dark purple decoration style, and cool interior. Ryota Suzuki greeted his subordinates: "Seichiro, drink more. This time, the battle lasted for two weeks, the prospect of the company turning over depends on this one, we must work hard!"

It is rare to have an easy and worth 30 million yen task. Although it is not too many, it is worth fighting for yourself.

"Hi!" The middle-aged man named Seiichiro bowed, looking very serious.

In Japanese society, employees are tied to the company, especially the interests of core members are closely related to the rise and fall of the company. Therefore, although we know that superiors will draw a lot of money, subordinates who are used to collective education dare not complain. They will only make dedication and show a wagging attitude for rewards. At the same time, superiors of the company will also reward this attitude. This is the so-called tacit understanding in a collective atmosphere.

In the flattery of his subordinates, Ryo Suzuki was very satisfied with this attitude. He worked hard in the society for thirty years. Isn’t it just for such a life? In this process, people will lose a lot of useless things, but no matter what... they are a survivor of society.

He is in a high position and has the fate of hundreds of employees under his command. The power tastes like a drug. He doesn't want to give up once he tastes it.

"President? President?" a subordinate asked carefully.

"Oh, drink, drink." Ryota Suzuki woke up. He was always calm and rational, never showing any emotions in front of his subordinates. He was called Suzuki. At this time, he wondered: "Strange, why do I feel so much today?"

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

There was a female employee who wanted to accompany her. Ryo Suzuki looked at her appearance. Even if she was wearing makeup, she only considered a look, so she refused.

He put water in the bathroom and the door on one side opened. He didn't care. Although this place was a high-end izakaya, it was impossible that he could only have his own customers.

But the next second, I heard a "pop" sound and the vest cooled down. Before I could think, I fell down. My face lay on the cold tiles, my urine was still flowing with blood, and my eyes were black.

Who wants to kill me? Who have you offended recently?

Ryo Suzuki was too frightened and panicked. He reached out to shout, beg for mercy, and ask for help, but he couldn't make any sound. He was only struggling on the cold ground. The severe pain in his heart spread to his body. The dark eyes seemed to be a little light at the end. He saw a very small back and quietly leaving like a ghost...

Pei Ziyun closed the door and tidied off her collar. She found that she was spotless and looked back with satisfaction. She posted a sign that she should not disturb, bowed her head and passed by the lively private room. Without the president's presence, the staff felt much more relaxed. But Seiichiro asked a little strangely: "The president is not back yet?"

"Hey, maybe I'm drunk too much."

Pei Ziyun opened the door and it was already late at night. When a middle school student from China entered and left such a place, the waiter at the door would be strange, but strangely, they were only concerned about talking and laughing, ignoring that someone was passing by in front of them.

Pei Ziyun looked at one place and murmured: "Is there any higher level? It's only when I feel this person, I feel a little bit of it."
Chapter completed!