Narita Katsuki looked at the content in the envelope and went straight to the topic, "Although there are not many bad debts this time, it looks a bit tricky."

The two looked at each other, and everything was silent.

Although Narita Katsuki has been semi-independent and opened a new store in Roppongi, in exchange for him, he had to continue to maintain his bond with Kalune. Whether it is his personal relationship with Yoko Aomiya or the agreement with the forces behind Kalune, maintaining the status quo is his best choice.

To show sincerity, he handled all the hardest and most disgraceful work of Kalune.

In fact, before the two houses passed the "Violent League Countermeasures Act" in 1992, the people above turned a blind eye to the activities of the violent group for the purpose of mutual use. Not only did they have official protections, but when the real estate bubble emerged in the 1980s, there were some scattered thugs and some scattered thugs organizations, ushering in the final glory.

Evicting residents, forcibly demolishing houses, and driving away merchants, they can do everything.

This is the masterpiece of the birth of the cooperation between monopoly capital and violent groups.

As for Katsura Narita's work, it is also related to this, it is just that the nature is not so bad.

"Next time Narita Sang comes again, I have to ask you to have a drink."

"That's really a big help," Narita Katsuki half-joking.

Yoko didn't care and took a sip of tea, "It's just helping you within your ability."

Narita Katsura stood up very appropriately and did not waste Yoko's time. He never talked about Yoko's private affairs. Whether it was working with guests or private interpersonal communication, Yoko was sure that his allies were above the level.

"There will be a hard-working manager next."

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

"I will let Kalune's guests visit Maharaja more."

...

Walking out of the dark and growing passage is the dirty alley behind Kalune. The billboards of the tall buildings opposite are a bit dazzling. A few days ago, a typhoon blowing away the long summer, and the refreshing and pleasant autumn is coming.

Narita Katsura held up the umbrella that came from Yoko Aomiya and merged into the dark night. Looking at the dazzling lights in front of him, he became absent-minded.

It has been more than a year since he came to Tokyo, but he still hasn't been able to get used to the rhythm of life here. No, it's better to say that the atmosphere here makes him feel at a loss and cannot accept everything new as easily as the locals.

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

In his previous life, except for four years in college and going to big cities, he spent most of his life in the border cities where he was born. Although his hometown is not as prosperous as a coastal city, he has all the internal organs and has everything he should have, and there are also things others don’t have.

But more importantly, you don’t have to worry about your household registration and buying a house when staying here. Such protection has in turn led to his mentality of being tired of changing.

Despite this, he would still save some money as his annual travel expenses.

But he lost consciousness on the plane to the snowy area. When he opened his eyes, he came to a strange city, or even a rather strange era.

I was so strange that I thought I had some conjecture.

Narita Katsu, a native of Saitama Prefecture, Tokyo, was born on Christmas in the 35th year of Showa (1960). Like the later generations of Beijing, he looked forward to big cities and wanted to prove his abilities. So after graduating from high school, he went out to work and earn money early, so he had never even attended a short-term university (Japanese vocational school).

Just as he entered Ginza to work, he was taken over by the soul of another world.

"Manager, where are you going next?"

Narita Katsu got into the passenger seat of the van, turned his head and looked out the window, and said, "Haodji."

The vehicles are driving on the bustling streets of Ginza, and the colorful neon lights are very appropriate to the current atmosphere. The development and change of urban culture are as fast as lightning, and the arc lights of Kabukicho are dazzling, and pedestrians come and go, making them lively.

Escape from the sound of trams, from the neon lights of advertising, away from the luxury and noise of Ginza, the cars stopped and stopped, but the lights of endless gray flames outside still enveloped every Tokyoite. This huge city makes people feel terrified from the bone marrow.

The late 1980s was an era of living for dreams, and the crazy increase in value of Yuyuan was the money daydreaming. A large amount of hot money poured in, and the economic bubble swept everywhere, office workers were immersed in the drunkenness and dreams.

Economic expansion makes people full of continuous expectations for the future and enjoy the present, just like dreaming of fruits that will be bought today or rot tomorrow. After passing the empty banknotes that do not know tomorrow, they are a wonderful pair with the desire to drink and get drunk today.

When money becomes easy to make, life will be arrogant and unrestrained.

The clubs are flooding from the center of the city to the edge of the city, from Ginza, to Satsumachi, and then to the satellite cities of Saitama and Kiyose. The signs of the mountains are about to overwhelm, and the red and eroding lights are gushing. This is the best portrayal of the current season.

In short, such urban cultural trends will force people to have utilitarianism. As long as they can catch up with the pace of economic prosperity, those who don’t like will become likes, and they will develop attachments when they are afraid of the city. In any case, if you are in Tokyo, everything is natural, and it is not right or wrong.

The van drove to Haodeji Shopping Street and turned into a dark alley. Nearby was a starry residential building built along the railway tracks. Two cars in front and behind stopped in front of a small house. Narita Katsuki took the lead in jumping out of the car on the pedal. The leather shoes splashed water stains on the road, making a less straightforward sound, and echoed empty-handed.

The young people in the car jumped out of the car one by one. Under Narita Katsura's command, four or five people walked around the back door of the house and surrounded it tightly.

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In the dimly lit alley, there were several stray dogs looking for food. When they heard the movement here, they looked up and looked at it. They felt that something was going to happen. They picked up the kitchen waste scattered on the ground and quickly left.

Narita Katsura opened the door casually as he did when he returned to the Maharaja and greeted everyone in. He couldn't wait for the young maid to lead the way, so he took off his shoes and walked into the room. Two good-looking young men followed him, while the rest were guarding the door.

He couldn't help but frown when he didn't even have a table in the room.

After walking through four empty rooms, only the maid who led the way screamed, and then another woman screamed like a mournful cry. Narita Katsuki was stunned for a moment, then walked in.

This room is different, not the room, but rather the European court style. However, there is only a huge mahogany double bed with the foot of the bed facing the door and placed in the center of the room. Half of the duck-yellow duvet fell to the ground, and a woman hid in the quilt wrapped in bed sheets and covered her head, with only her messy hair exposed outside.

Next to the woman was a middle-aged man in gorgeous pajamas, sitting up lazily and commenting on Narita Katsuki who broke in in a daze.

"Hello, Mr. Kawasaki."

"Gui'an." The man replied in a hoarse voice, his tone revealing a hint of nobility, but his eyes were empty and small and dodged.

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

Narita Katsuki was not polite, and sat face to face with the man. The woman who was pressed by him exclaimed, poked her face out, and was very shocked.

"Manager Sang..."

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

The three people on the bed fell into silence. The tung trees in the yard were rustling by the autumn wind. Kawasaki took out a cigarette box from under the pillow, asked Kazunari Narita and the woman, and then lit one by himself.

Narita Katsushi glanced at the cigarette box, which was carved with Yahe chrysanthemum patterns, which was a royal thing.

Seeing this, Kawasaki was shocked and quickly explained to him that it was something passed down from his ancestors and was given by Tianfeng.

Although this person is now living a difficult life, he still cannot hide his noble character. Kawasaki was once the Chinese and the eldest son of the Earl family. However, when he inherited the title, Amelica began drastic reforms to Japanese society and abolished the hierarchy.

Not only did it lose its social status, but it also lost its economic privileges.

But Kawasaki still maintained his aristocratic style. Even though he worked hard to live frugality, he still had to customize five pairs of leather shoes and ten suits every month, and went to the high-end club in Ginza to spend too much money. Compared with the children of the chaebols of his contemporaries, Kawasaki was not too expensive. If you want to blame him, you can only blame him for having the wrong era.

Forty years, no matter how rich his family property was, he could not resist the trouble of this former count. In the early days of the post-war period, when he was young and energetic, he raised his wife, and forty years he accompanied him was the only legitimate wife whom the previous count married for him.

Now that the original main house has been auctioned, the reason why it can still be accommodated is not because the house was transferred to the name of Xinna's outdoor room, which has escaped the end of bankruptcy liquidation.

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

"I'm here to collect the fees that Mr. Kawasaki owes credit in Kalune."

"oh."
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