Kuroki rolled down the window and shouted to the employees who were resting in the shade.
The person who ran over was a young man, about twenty-four or five years old, a lively and active age. He came over with a friendly smile.
"Sir, do you need help cleaning your car?"
"Sorry for the trouble." Kuroki randomly handed him two pieces of money, "I want the best gasoline, and the rest is a tip for you."
The young man calculated and found that there was still more than a thousand yuan left. He immediately became more attentive and filled up the oil. Then he took out a towel and wiped the car carefully.
Yesterday, Kuroki just wiped it casually to make it look like it hadn't been opened for a long time. He didn't take care of the details at all. The young man took the money and worked carefully, although it was slower, but Kuroki wanted to be slower.
.
Mobile phones were not allowed at the gas station, so he started casually chatting with young people.
We talked about daily wages, treatment, and then talked about the news that I read in the newspaper that there was a fire at a Shinjuku gas station, and I was told that it was here.
"But you don't have to worry." The young man raised his head while wiping the car, "Our safety measures are very comprehensive after the reconstruction here, and that kind of thing will never happen again."
"That kind of thing?" Kuroki Ren raised his eyebrows slightly.
"It's okay to tell the customers." The young man didn't even raise his head this time, "We had an old employee here before who accidentally added the wrong gas when he was giving gas to the customers. Then when he replaced it, he accidentally brought static electricity and started a fire.
This caused the fire."
"Senior Daike voluntarily resigned after that, saying that he was sorry for the boss's attention." The young man's voice became slightly softer when he said this: "Actually, I think senior Daike may have done it on purpose. After all, the boss was stingy and oppressive.
Employees, many people don’t want to work anymore.”
"Isn't it better to just resign if you don't want to do the job?" Kuroki Ren asked puzzledly.
"If it were so easy to leave, none of us would still be here." The young man sighed helplessly, "The boss often suppresses our salary, and none of us here has received a full salary. We have to stay for the money." "No matter what you do, you can't do it in vain, right?"
Kuroki Jin brought the topic back to Yuta Oike.
"Senior Oike is a veteran employee here. He has worked more than two years longer than me." The young man is talkative and can talk about anything for a long time. "It's just that he is usually a bit dull. If it were him talking to you here,
I’m afraid there will be no sound after three sentences.”
He continued: "And he has a good temper and often helps us with our work. He will also take the initiative to go out and buy food at noon. This kind of work is usually done by newcomers like us."
As he spoke, he started to talk about which restaurant nearby had delicious and affordable food, and which restaurant looked beautiful but was hard to swallow.
Kuroki Ren: "..."
The topic got sidetracked as we chatted. Before Kuroki could bring it back, the young man got up, brought a new clean towel, and wiped it on the car.
"Look, are you satisfied, sir?"
"...Satisfied." Kuroki Jin smiled gently and drove away.
Shortly after he left, the young man said hello to his colleagues and went out to smoke a cigarette. He walked to the alley next to the convenience store next door, took out his phone, turned it on, and sent an email.
When he turned off his phone and turned around, he saw a familiar car parked at the intersection, and the generous guest just now was smiling at him.
"Hey, little brother, what a coincidence, we meet again."
Sunlight could be seen at the exit of the alley, but the young man could only swallow secretly in the darkness. A sharp dagger was pressed against the front of his throat, just enough to prevent him from getting hurt.
The owner of the hand holding the dagger is looking at his phone.
In fact, he had just tried to escape. When Kuroki Jin went to read the message, he wanted to imitate the TV series' "take a step back, open the dagger, and punch forward...". Unfortunately, the plan was hacked at the very beginning.
Muren kicked him back to where he was.
It's as if he has eyes on his forehead.
Kuroki Jin saw the text message he sent to Oike Yuta, reporting that he had just come and asked him about Oike's news, and also described his appearance.
Kuroki Jin did not hide his appearance because he believed that the people he wanted to investigate were more concerned about concealment than he was.
After reading the text message, Kuroki closed the phone and kept tossing it in his hand, looking at this honest-looking young man with a half-smile.
"Brother," the young man said with a flattering look on his face, "I'm also here for money." He said.
Indeed, except for this text message, Dachi had no other contact with him, and there was no other suspicious message on the phone. The most likely thing is that Dachi gave him a sum of money before leaving and asked him to keep an eye on this place.
People came to ask for news about him.
"Where is Oike Yuta now?" Kuroki Jin doesn't want to catch this useless little guy.
"How did I know..." Before the young man could finish his words, he felt the stinging sensation on his neck from a sharp object. He broke out in a cold sweat and said, "I really don't know. Senior Dachi just gave me this number."
If there is any situation, report it to him unilaterally."
"Let me believe you." Kuroki Jin removed the dagger and threw the phone back to him, "I deleted all the messages. You should know that no matter who asks..."
"I just came out to smoke." The young man almost swore.
Satisfied, Kuroki took out the cigarette from his pocket, fed it to his mouth himself, and lit it for him.
"Just do the whole show." He said with a smile.
When the cigarette butt burned his lips, the young man reacted and quickly spit out the cigarette butt. After taking two puffs, he realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
It's a little cool when the breeze blows.
He thought about what evil he had done, what kind of thing he had gotten involved in.
At this time, Kuroki Jin was already looking for magazines at the stall. He wrote down the woman's pen name and flipped through them one by one to find the works she had contributed to.
He has already found two books on hand, one is about travel guides, and the other is about food features. They are the two most recent books he found, and they were both published shortly after the New Year.
None of the journals she contributed to were famous, and her articles were also very poor. They were badly written every year.
Kuroki Jin read it word for word. The travel guide was about Shinjuku, while the food guide was about an unknown restaurant in Ginza.
When the boss was about to get impatient, Kuroki Jin paid for the two magazines that Yuiji found. He first walked around Shinjuku according to the travel guide and visited all the places she mentioned before driving.
Go sit down at a restaurant called [Yamato Sushi Restaurant] in Ginza.
The restaurant's business is average, because it is located on the corner of the bustling commercial street in Ginza, and there are not many or few people. Kuroki guesses that it is probably because there are too many people in the commercial street that they come here to eat.
I randomly ordered a few foods mentioned in the magazine, and looked at the chef's careless preparation, and had no hope for the finished product.
Sure enough, after just two bites, Kuroki couldn't eat anymore. He looked at the sushi on the plate with a troubled face. His good upbringing told him not to waste it, so he hypnotized himself: If he didn't finish it, he would be hungry and have no food at night.
Eat.
Just when he was successfully hypnotized and wanted to take another sip, his phone rang.
"Boss, the new doctor invited us to have dinner at his house tonight."