Araki woke up early this morning feeling depressed because he received a text message from the Yakuza organization, and the other party wanted to talk to him.
Let’s talk?
Others' "talk" may be acceptable, but Yakuza's "talk" is not so easy to talk about. None of those guys who seem to be humble but are actually arrogant are not good.
They control the customs industry, they control loan sharking, and they control drugs. As long as it is a gray industry that can make money, it cannot be separated from their relationship. They have caused countless tragedies and are cancer cells in society.
"I don't know what to talk about?" Araki's good mood for the day was ruined by this text message. He believed that he had not offended those domineering guys, but who knew what those villains who like tattoos were thinking?
"What's wrong with the child's father?" When his wife was handing over the lunch, she saw that Araki's face was not very good and she couldn't help but greet him.
"Nothing." Araki took his lunch and smiled. He was in his fifties, and his wife was in her forties. They have been married for more than ten years, and they are considered a rare model couple who have always treated each other with respect. At this moment, his wife asked, he
He could only casually say, "Don't worry, just take care of the child."
As Araki spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch his wife's swollen belly with a doting expression. His wife glared at him, sent him out of the house, and stood at the door until he walked away.
After going out and squeezing onto the subway, Araki was holding on to the hanging ring and swaying in the crowded carriage, staring blankly at the large group of middle-aged people around him. Everyone seemed to be walking zombies, and the atmosphere was depressing and dull.
Araki was still thinking about Yakuza. He must keep those villains out of his home and never let them harm his family. When he felt really depressed and uncomfortable, he couldn't help but reach for an inconspicuous man in his pocket.
small medicine bottle.
The medicine bottle was opened, and a small pill was poured into Araki's mouth. The potency contained in the pill began to take effect within a few minutes. His frown slowly relaxed, his mood immediately changed, and his brain became more active.
It seems that the troubles I was having can be solved.
"That's..., Jet?" A voice sounded next to Araki. It was an ordinary middle-aged man, a salaryman who was rushing to work like Araki.
"Yes." Araki glanced at the other person, nodded and didn't want to say anything more.
"Good stuff, very good medicine." The salaryman smiled and praised several times. Seeing that Araki had no intention of talking, he said nothing more.
Good stuff? Maybe.
Araki doesn’t know how to evaluate Jet. Many people regard it as a terrifying existence like a scourge, but as a user, it is difficult for him to regard it as a simple drug. Because without Jet, he would have died long ago.
Already.
Araki is a semiconductor engineer who is responsible for memory research and development. He used to be a senior engineer at Elpida, the largest memory company in Japan. However, the financial crisis ten years ago destroyed Elpida, which also affected the semiconductor industry of Japan.
The industry was severely damaged.
'Elpida' was acquired by Eagle's 'Micron', and many factories were closed and staff laid off. Araki's life was not easy. He changed several jobs but was unable to get excited again. The difficulties in life reminded him of
die.
That day, Araki was drunk on the street, and a Yakuza offered him Jet. He had never touched drugs before and bought one pill. That pill of Jet changed his life.
Ordinary drugs can make people fall into visual and auditory hallucinations, but Jet can make the brain full of electricity and light. Araki reviewed his time in the past few years in a moment, and all the mistakes made him feel ashamed. He went home crying and apologized to his wife
, the unprecedented frankness made the couple hug each other and cry.
That night, Araki rediscovered his dignity as a man and husband. He once again felt that life was full of hope. He had to work hard, he had to fight, and he had to get back everything he had lost in the past.
Araki once again planned a route for his future life, but Jet's medicine was only effective for 24 hours...
When Araki once again felt frustrated and decadent, running to the streets of Shinjuku to buy Jet, he met those Yakuza who spoke politely but could easily destroy thousands of families.
"Ten thousand yen a piece, the same price for the whole foot basin. Ishii will produce it, so no one can bully you." The gangster who sells Jet has seen too many people like Araki, and specially reminded: "It is recommended to buy a week's worth at a time.
Please pay attention to taking it every day. If you stop taking it for more than three days in a row, your brain will shrink."
With Jet, Araki is as brave as a tiger. Without Jet, Araki is worse than a waste. He relied on Jet to regain his confidence in the workplace, was praised by his colleagues, and had a good relationship with his wife and children. He even made his wife pregnant again
, the family lives happily.
When someone publicized the dangers of Jet on the Internet, Araki couldn't help but stand up and tell his own experience to defend Jet's reputation - in the dull and repressive society, a kind of medicine can make people feel comfortable, cheerful, and even regain their sense of security.
The drug of confidence, it is anything but a drug.
After expressing his thoughts publicly for the first time, Araki discovered that he had countless fans. Jet's spread in the foot basin had reached a staggering level.
Araki has no ill feelings towards Jet, but he is always wary of Yakuza. One pill is 10,000 yen, which is said to be the social price after many reductions - that is, it is a price that does not squeeze too much and maintains a good profit.
.
However, a monthly consumption of 300,000 yen is still too heavy a burden for ordinary people. Therefore, Yakuza will provide loan sharks at high interest rates so that they do not have to worry about borrowers not repaying the money.
It is impossible for anyone who has taken Jet to leave it. Not to mention the strong psychological addiction, the result of forced withdrawal is to become a fool with a shrunken brain. It is this characteristic of Jet that made the fourth generation of Ishii Kai, Shimada Kunimitsu,
He became so powerful that no one dared to refuse his request.
However, Araki's financial ability is good. He sticks to a bottom line and refuses to borrow usury from Yakuza even if he dies. He understands that once he borrows a loan, he is really finished, so when the people from Yakuza want to "talk" to him
At that time, he felt confused.
Although the Yakuza are very bad, they still follow some rules.
Confused, Araki walked out of the subway and slowly walked towards the building of his current company. When he walked into his office, his immediate boss called him over, "Araki-san, I'm sorry to inform you that you have been laid off by the company.
.”
Nani?!
Araki felt like he was really struck by lightning. He stood there dumbfounded for a long time before uttering a few words, "Why?"
"I'm sorry, but I have no choice. I can only fight for the best retirement package for you." The immediate boss also bowed, "The company has been experiencing difficulties recently and can only lay off employees."
This was bullshit. Araki didn't believe it. But his boss didn't give him any chance to argue. He sent him out of the company with a cardboard box filled with his personal belongings.
This change was too sudden, and no matter how powerful Jet was, Araki couldn't feel better. He didn't immediately go to the rooftop of the company building and jump off, which was already a sign of strength. Because in the footbath, being laid off is a big deal.
Natural disaster!
Araki walked to the street outside the company building in a daze. Before he could figure out what was going on, several Yakuza with tattoos on their necks came over and said, "It's Araki, we want to talk to you."
talk."
The gangsters of Yakuza who were dragging away for 2,580,000 yuan made passers-by keep avoiding them. They opened their collars on their chests and the tattoos they exposed were a symbol of their status. Wherever they are, there must be something bad going on.
"I have nothing to discuss with you. I don't owe you any money." Araki turned around to avoid it.
"If you don't talk to us, you won't be in trouble for losing your job." The leader, Yakuza, sneered with a toothpick in his mouth.
Araki was immediately furious, "Did you ruin my work?"
"Hahaha, Araki-san, don't be too impatient. Believe me, it's not difficult for you to lose your job. It can be done with just one phone call." The leader of Yakuza chuckled, and he reached out and hooked Araki's shoulder, "From now on
, you can't find any job in Footbath, no one will hire you.
You have only two options for the future, either you run out of savings and work as a cleaner at TEPCO’s nuclear power plant, or you change places and continue to be your semiconductor engineer. It’s your choice.”