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003, really can only sell X?

The afternoon sun became brighter and brighter.

Nagayama Naoki was walking on the street to the convenience store. Even though he was walking under the shade of green trees, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead after a while.

My body is still too weak and I need to exercise more in the future.

The convenience store is actually not far from where I live. High school graduates who have just come to Tokyo to work cannot find a job too far away. Coupled with their dull temper, they can barely survive here for half a year. Apart from the store manager and the landlady, there is no one else.

I know too many people.

Nagayama Naoki actually didn't think much about coming to Tokyo. After graduating from high school, he didn't want to stay in an izakaya with his father and brother, so he came to Tokyo with a little pocket money he had saved and suppressed the stubbornness in his heart.

.

Convenience store is my first job in life, I got my first salary, and I also used my salary to pay my first rent...

Thinking about it this way, working in a convenience store is full of meaning...

Even so, it is impossible to continue working, and it will still be impossible to work part-time in the future~

...

It takes about 40 minutes to walk. A small convenience store is located in the gap between residential areas. The convenience stores in the Showa era did not have as wide a variety of products as they would in the future. There were even some vegetables on the shelves. It was an advancement from a grocery store, but it already had outdoor storage.

Freezers, ice cream, soda and other drinks.

The store manager Ishida Yuichi, who is wearing work clothes, is looking at the receipts behind the counter. You can see another young man in the store sorting the goods.

"Ishida-san, excuse me." Nagayama Naoki walked to the door and greeted the store manager.

"Nagayama-kun, you're here!" Yuichi Ishida looked calm, but Naoki, who knew his character well, knew that a strict conversation was about to follow.

"No, even the title is so formal..." Nagayama Naoki thought in his heart.

"Hi, I was hospitalized for some reasons, so I didn't come to work for the past three days." He said honestly,

"I'm really sorry for causing trouble to the store!" He also bowed honestly with his upper body...

When he heard that he was hospitalized, Ishida Yuichi's expression remained unchanged, but his tone softened significantly: "What's going on, Naoki-san? Are you okay now?"

Sure enough, even the title changed back.

"Hey, I ate something bad before, so I went to have my stomach washed." Nagayama Naoki planned to tell the purpose of coming, too.

"My body is fine now, but I just need to rest for a while..."

"That's it, Naoki-san, are you coming today?" Ishida Yuichi seemed to have guessed it.

"Hi, store manager, although I'm very reluctant to say goodbye, I'm here to resign from this job to you today!" There is always something nice to say,

"Thank you Ishida-san for taking care of me during this time!"

"Ah, that's it." Ishida Yuichi seemed a little relaxed, "Naoki-san has also helped a lot here, please take care of yourself in the future!"

"Hi, Arigado!"

Nagayama Naoki was walking on the street, holding an envelope in his hand with 50,000 yen in it.

Store manager Ishida said that it was the previous salary. In fact, the salary was paid every week. If you were full-time and had another shift at night, it would be about 150,000 yen a month. If you work a few more jobs, it could be even more. In terms of income,

Maybe he can catch up with ordinary members.

I worked less than 5 days in October, and my absence from work caused trouble. The store manager could have refused to pay.

"Ishida-san is indeed a good person!"

...

Walking casually on the street, looking at the unfamiliar Showa scenery, Naoki Nagayama had no idea of ​​going back to his apartment for the time being.

At this time, the Nakano area was still mainly residential, and it was an afternoon when autumn tigers were causing trouble. Pedestrians on the road were all coming and going in a hurry, and there was nothing interesting to see.

He walked slowly to the train, and then went to Shibuya, an area that he didn't know much about.

Sure enough, it's Shibuya. Even with this weather, there are a lot of people.

The neon lights on the roadside are all resting. Perhaps only at night can you feel the style that they represent this country.

In the shops facing the street, all kinds of novelty things are displayed, and the trendy clothes inside are still outdated even in the 21st century. Maybe the trend is really reincarnated.

Occasionally, girls passing by in twos and threes are bound to be followed by more or less attentive boys. It is rumored that a girl's tendency to surround herself with at least four types of boys during the bubble era seems to have emerged.

Naoki Nagayama, who was walking on the commercial street, did not indulge in these scenes too much. Looking at the dazzling array of products in Tokyo's most prosperous neighborhood, what he was thinking about was:

How can I get the first pot of gold to start a rich career?

Seeing the surrounding discotheques and closed nightclubs...

Do you have to sell yourself?

Will your physical strength be too much?

...

Are there any future ideas that I can sell at a good price?

While walking and thinking, Naoki Nagayama suddenly heard a burst of music in his ears.

It turned out that I passed a record store.

The poster of Momoe Yamaguchi in the store still smiles gently. The record store is using the gimmick of retiring to put all the previous records in the center, hoping to make another fortune by relying on the fans' complex;

The poster on the other side shows a girl with a bright smile. The song that has just entered her ears is Seiko Matsuda's famous song "Blue Coral Reef".

Nagayama Naoki felt this wonderful atmosphere of retreat and advancement, and thought of the battle between dragons and tigers in the entertainment industry during the bubble era...

What reaches my ears is no longer the light singing...

It was the sound of the first pot of gold being poured on him...

...

"Thank you to the up owners of station B, thank you to Seiko and Akina for their great beauty, and let me know many divine songs from the Showa period~"

"My first pot of gold is indeed going to be selling songs!"

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