Tokyo, Shinjuku Ward, 10pm.
At this point in time, it is the time for the social workers in this metropolis to get off work, and many social workers even need to accompany their bosses or go to izakayas or custom streets to "work overtime" in the second half after this point.
So this time is usually the busiest time for izakayas and neighborhoods.
"Goodbye, Hirata, you are so lucky. You received a decoration project a few days ago and made a lot of money, right?"
At the entrance of the company, two middle-aged men were talking.
"It's just good luck. When an office needed decoration, the boss didn't even try to bargain and just gave him the money. But I only made a few thousand from this job..." Ichiro Hirata bowed slightly and talked to his colleagues. Saying that, he finally bid farewell to him.
He just works in an intermediary company, and his daily task is to greet customers with a smile, and at the same time introduce some relatively "more profitable" projects or projects to customers. At the same time, when receiving projects, he must follow them to the end, and at least provide them with The customer makes an explanation and earns hard-earned money.
A few days ago, he received a big order to decorate a Weining office in Shinjuku 3-chome. He actually made a small 10,000 yuan from it. However, these days he is also busy with the acceptance and finalization of the project. At least it needs to be completed. Customers feel the money is well spent.
Rockeries, waterways, and new repairs must be arranged in place...
He gets off work normally, takes the tram normally, and goes home normally.
After an hour's train ride and some walking, he might be able to get home before 12 o'clock for a late-night snack.
I'll go to work at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, and it starts over and over again. Isn't life always like this?
His biggest dream is to buy a small apartment in Shinjuku and bring his family here, so that he doesn't have to work so hard on commuting, and can get off work an hour later and earn more money.
But he looked at the housing prices around the company and could only sigh. If he wanted to buy a house here, he would need to work for at least ten more years to save the down payment, and it would take decades to repay the loan.
However, life will get better and better. He believes that as long as he works hard to make money and buys a house in Tokyo, life will become sweeter and sweeter. The housing prices in the Tokyo metropolis will not be a problem for him, as long as he is willing to work overtime...
When he got on the tram, he cursed secretly. There were no seats at this time today. He couldn't take a nap at this time, so he could only stand.
He just held one hand on the armrest. The tram kept moving forward, and the people on it were all drowsy. After a hard day's work, he couldn't help but lean back slightly and close his eyes, squinting for a while. For a little while...
"Ah! Pervert!"
"Snapped!"
The sudden exclamation woke up the drowsy Hirata Ichiro with the burning pain on his cheek. He immediately woke up, but he was faced with the accusations of a gorgeously dressed woman and the malicious looks of a whole car of people.
"There is a tram idiot! It was him who just pretended to be asleep and bumped into me!" The woman pointed at Ichiro Hirata for a moment, leaving him speechless.
The tram stopped before it reached its destination, and a large number of people gathered around to watch the show. He was accused of being a crazy person, even though the surveillance showed that he did lean towards the woman.
No matter how he explained or bowed and apologized, it was useless. This was all true. What he was about to face was compensation of nearly 10,000 yuan to the woman, or a lawsuit.
It was not until the next day that he was able to go home and sleep with his tired body in his arms.
When the alarm rang early the next morning, he received a call from his boss. He had been fired because the company did not need an idiot to become an account manager.
Yesterday's "Tram Madman" incident has been in the news. Even the suspect's photo was posted online. It was his. The woman insisted that he deliberately approached her and molested her. She even packaged him as the victim to debut on a live broadcast website. .
He turned off the phone in a daze, looked at the reinforced concrete metropolis of Tokyo, and cried for no reason.
But crying won't do anything. Tokyo doesn't believe in tears.
He came to the company and took away his last belongings in the company. His orders and customers were also forced to be handed over to other colleagues. Amidst the contempt and gossip, he left with the carton in his arms and looked at Tokyo in confusion.
He suddenly felt that this city where he had struggled for more than ten years was so strange.
Leave here silently, decide to change your clothes and then find another job. Any job will do, as long as it can make money, as long as there are still companies willing to hire him...
However, not long after he left the company, he was blocked in an alley by a group of yakuza (gangsters) who looked like high school students.
"He is the one who dares to molest our school beauty Ayumi-chan!"
"Teach him a lesson and kick him in the balls!"
A group of high school student Yakuza held him down in an alley, and what followed was an hour-long beating.
He didn't know how he survived, or even what drug he was injected with in the picture of being beaten.
After everyone left, he looked at himself. Fortunately, the injury was not serious. There was a bloody needle on the ground. He looked at his arm, but there seemed to be no reaction.
Why don't you go check it out? I'm afraid of what kind of disease or medicine you were injected with...
As he walked holding back the discomfort, he suddenly felt something strange in his body, a feeling as if an alien species was invading him, as if some monster was about to take over his body...
"Kneel down and welcome the resurrection of the Dread Lord!"
A sudden voice sounded in his mind, and he felt as if he had arrived in hell. Then, a demon with wings on its back looked at him, and then slowly integrated into his body...
Outside the dark alley, a young man dressed like a street Yakuza slowly made a call: "Brother Yamada, the 'blood of hell' you told me has been injected into an experimental subject. Yes, it's just an experimental subject who has just been..." I'm just a social worker who was fired from the company. Brother Yamada, can you introduce me to my previous family, which is said to be called the Suzuka family..."
Tokyo Metropolis, the city of steel jungle can cover up everything.
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At this time, in the mountain hotel, Qiao Shuya had just woken up and was full of energy.
This feeling is as refreshing as putting on red underwear in the year of one's birth year. After waking up, I immediately feel that my spirit is extremely active.
I just released the Fist of Heaven and fell asleep due to lack of mental strength, but now I don't know why I am so energetic. I even feel like I can release the Fist of Heaven twice in one breath, and my energy level has increased significantly.
Is this the legendary "no destruction, no establishment"?
He thought silently, and then saw a box of rice balls next to him and a note written on the microwave.
"Teacher, if you are hungry after you wake up, heat up the rice balls. If it is not enough, you can contact the hotel people. - by Yuan Zhiai"
Qiao Shuya curled his lips, always feeling as if he had found a mother instead of an apprentice.
Qiao Shuya directly picked up the cold rice ball and started to eat it. He looked at the time and saw that it was early in the morning and he slept for more than ten hours.
It seems that my mental power is indeed too low. After all, passive ghost siphoning does not require mental energy.
He sighed and looked at the last hesitant skill on his panel, Arcane Stupidity...
No, arcane wisdom.
