It can be said that the boss of Kitagawa was forced to death, but another participant in the mv incident, Mr. Hashimoto Jiro, had a life of ups and downs. From the beginning, he was full of hopes to send his daughter into the entertainment industry, and then he was saddled with huge debts. Later, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly suddenly
When it pops up, a bunch of messy things follow.
In fact, the neighbors were mostly watching the fun, but Mr. Hashimoto was thinking more. Since only Zhou Qingfeng was seen from the beginning to the end, and he was an unidentified foreigner, even after Kitagawa Joji escaped in embarrassment, he still
I feel anxious and fearful of another reversal.
Mr. Hashimoto drove a small truck out to buy goods as usual today. His sushi restaurant needs to buy some fresh fish and other ingredients every day. Other sushi restaurants are used to having people deliver goods to your door, but he likes to go to the market in person.
Purchase online.
But today, Mr. Hashimoto received unusual courtesy. He had just arrived at the supplier, and before he entered the store, he saw the supplier's store manager trotting out, bowed, and shouted with great respect:
"Hashimoto-san, thank you for your hard work!"
Ninety-nine-nine percent of Japanese politeness is just out of habit. Even if he hates you, he has to do enough to show that he is not rude. But it is really a first time for a store manager to come out and greet you proactively.
return.
"I'm bothering you again, I'm really grateful." Hashimoto Jiro quickly bowed slightly in return, but found that the store manager who usually walked in front of him actually staggered half a step and followed him. In the orderly manner,
Japanese society is very particular, and this is a kind of identity recognition.
"You are so kind."
"No, this is what it should be."
"No, you are still too polite."
"No, no, no, this is what it should be."
…
After being humbled for two or three times, Mr. Hashimoto found that he was somehow in front. He straightened his chest involuntarily and felt proud, but he was still muttering in his heart. You must know that he used to hunch his back when he came to purchase goods.
, bending down and bargaining were all extremely humble. But now..., what a big difference!
What the hell is going on..., is the supplier's store manager out of his mind?
When I walked into the supplier's shop, there were other merchants who came to purchase goods. Everyone seemed very polite. They all expressed their respect for Mr. Hashimoto with a low eyebrow, and they said "Mr. Hashimoto" in and out of their words.
, you really raised a good daughter.'
Looking at these merchants who took the initiative to come forward to get to know him, Mr. Hashimoto burst into laughter and became even more puzzled, "Did these guys collectively take the wrong medicine? This respectful attitude completely treated him as a big shot."
And..., what does this have to do with my daughter?'
Hashimoto Jiro was still a little unaccustomed to the sudden rise in his status. Others mentioned 'Naiko' repeatedly with admiration, but he still couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart, thinking to himself: There has been nothing special in the past week? Could it happen again?
What's the big deal?
"Sir, store manager, I need about one hundred kilograms of salmon."
"We will definitely meet Hashimoto-san's needs and sell them at absolutely affordable prices."
Oh..., they are actually sold at a reasonable price? The store manager of this supplier is usually smiling but always pays for every penny. There is definitely something wrong with his brain today.
If the price is fair, you can save a lot of money. Mr. Hashimoto feels that maybe he should buy more goods, "If the price is fair, I hope to buy 200 kilograms."
"It's no problem either." The store manager agreed readily.
Oh..., oh..., oh..., you actually let me take advantage of such a big advantage? This is too difficult. Mr. Hashimoto feels that he is lucky today. If it weren't for the limited sales of his sushi restaurant every day,
He wanted to buy more goods.
"Um..., the eels need some too."
“Absolutely affordable.”
"As for tuna..."
“It’s also affordable.”
“Lobster and other seafood.”
“It’s still affordable.”
When the plastic baskets containing seafood and ice cubes were pushed into Mr. Hashimoto's truck, he was already sure that the store manager of the supplier really had something wrong with his brain today. Everything was at a fair price, so what else could he make? But he still
Seize the opportunity to make a big purchase and save a lot of costs.
With a happy mood, Mr. Hashimoto happily returned to the sushi restaurant with the goods. On his way back, everyone who knew him seemed to have changed. For example, the people at the Kikuchi flower shop opposite their home
Mr. Judi, as soon as he saw him, he ran up to him.
"Hashimoto-san, thank you for your hard work." Mr. Kikuchi bowed and smiled charmingly, and finally even took Mr. Hashimoto's hand and said: "A dozen of our nearby companies have discussed it and decided to recommend you to run for the next term.
Councilor Soka. Please take good care of me in the future.”
Nani..., city councilor? I am just a small business owner of a sushi restaurant!
Mr. Hashimoto really didn't care about etiquette this time, and he was as stunned as a toad being struck by thunder. He never dreamed that one day he would be able to join politics. Those are things that big shots are engaged in, and it takes turns.
He is less than an ordinary citizen in his forties.
That's right?
Mr. Hashimoto's dullness caused Mr. Kikuchi to misunderstand, and the latter then said: "Hashimoto-san doesn't need to worry about campaign funds. We really want to find ways to contact more people to support her. Now that Nako's image is so good,
It will be very helpful for your campaign.”
I don’t have to spend any money... How can there be such a good thing in the world? But I really never thought about becoming a city councilor!
Mr. Hashimoto was really confused this time. He hurriedly grabbed Mr. Kikuchi's hand and asked uneasily: "Kikuchi-san, what happened? I felt something was wrong when I went out in the morning. Please, please
It will definitely clear up my doubts."
Seeing that Mr. Hashimoto's expression didn't seem to be fake, Mr. Kikuchi asked quietly: "Didn't you watch Nako's video last night?"
"Last night? No!"
"Let's go and have a look, Nako is doing very well." Mr. Kikuchi felt a bit resentful about stupid people having stupid luck, and the meaning in his tone was basically, 'Why didn't this kind of good luck come to my family?'
But watching Mr. Kikuchi bow and leave, Mr. Hashimoto was still confused. He didn't bother to unload the goods and hurriedly walked into his sushi restaurant, trying to figure out what happened?
But when Mr. Hashimoto entered his sushi restaurant, he saw that the ordinary restaurant was packed with people, really packed like a sardine can. It has never been so lively since the store opened, and here
Among the large crowd, there were actually quite a few reporters carrying cameras and microphones.
"Mr. Hashimoto is back!" Someone in the crowd shouted.
Suddenly everyone's eyes were turned over, and several reporters rushed over like dogs fighting for food, and placed microphones in front of Mr. Hashimoto one after another.
"Mr. Hashimoto, what do you think of last night's video?"
"Mr. Hashimoto, how did you raise your daughter to be so unusual?"
"Mr. Hashimoto, how did you convince Mr. Kitagawa? It must be very difficult. Please say a few words."
Among the crowd, Hashimoto's mother Kyoko stood at the sushi carousel and sighed, and said helplessly: "Jiro, just say a few words to the media."
Mr. Hashimoto was extremely shocked and said numbly: "I don't even know what happened?"