As the sun sets, the golden afterglow fills the sky, like a beautiful oil painting, everything is enveloped in warm and soft light.
A quiet atmosphere filled the alleyways around the office. There was no noise or people moving around. The world seemed as quiet as pressing the pause button.
Slightly messy wires are entangled with each other, hanging from telephone poles like ivy, and matched with rows of low-rise buildings, giving it a full sense of the old times.
Store signs of various styles are gathered in the alley, the bright colors are dazzling, and it is quite a dazzling Ginza style, like a group of female public relations competing for beauty.
Unfortunately, the few spectators were all service staff who occasionally came out of the store to watch, and all of them were in low spirits.
As for the individual pedestrians passing by, they stingily closed their eyes and walked past in a hurry, unwilling to take another look.
Time passed slowly minute by minute, just like the Asano River flowing in my hometown Kanazawa, heading towards the sea without any hesitation.
Nakamura Masahiro stood in front of the window, his eyes fixed on a thin figure faintly appearing in the alley. She walked slowly from far to near.
She was walking very slowly, and her body felt slightly swaying, as if she would suddenly fall down if she wasn't careful.
Maybe it's because of being too tired? But it looks more like a sign of being drunk: because the swaying posture is really similar to a drunken state.
If he hadn't recognized the familiar figure as Nana Hashimoto, Nakamura Masahiro would have thought that figure was some Japanese social beast who was drunk after get off work.
By the way, why did Nana Hashimoto drink so much? Didn’t she go to Bandai Namco to handle the matter?
Walking out of the president's office filled with worries, Masahiro Nakamura walked through the empty office area and soon arrived at the downstairs of the office building.
Nana Hashimoto was walking unsteadily, her slightly confused eyes suddenly widened when she saw Masahiro Nakamura, and she subconsciously froze in place.
"Naka...uh, Nakamura-san..."
Blinking, Hashimoto Nana seemed to want to confirm. She stuttered a bit when she said hello, and couldn't help but burped.
"You, you're back?"
The little head was slightly raised, Hashimoto Nana's cheeks were flushed, and her body was shaking slightly, as if she had lost control of her body.
"you've been drinking?"
Frowning, Nakamura Masahiro stretched out his hand to support the swaying Hashimoto Nana. As soon as he got closer, a strong smell of alcohol hit his face.
Why do you drink so much? Hashimoto Nanami doesn’t seem to like drinking very much.
Thoughtfully, Nanami Hashimoto was helped back to the office, and Masahiro Nakamura placed her on the sofa in the lounge.
Then, Nakamura Masahiro went to make a bowl of brown sugar water. When he returned to the lounge with the brown sugar water, Hashimoto Nanami on the sofa had already fallen into a deep sleep.
If we follow the plot of Japanese specialty love action movies, the following is a one-man show by Masahiro Nakamura.
It's a pity that the plot unfolds in daily urban life that promotes positive energy. Nakamura Masahiro and gambling, drugs and other sins are inseparable.
Therefore, when Hashimoto Nana was not fast asleep, Nakamura Masahiro sat on the sofa next to her and took a nap.
Time passed slowly, and the heat rising from the brown sugar water spread wantonly around. After a while, it slowly became much thinner, and finally disappeared in the air.
The sunset disappeared silently, the dark sky swept across the entire sky, and the originally bright lounge gradually became dark.
The solitary light exudes cold light, stubbornly resisting the invasion of darkness from the outside world, forming a clear contrast between black and white.
I don’t know how long it took, but the quiet atmosphere in the lounge was broken by a slight yawn.
Nakamura Masahiro was already in a state of false sleep, and the sudden sound suddenly woke him up.
Subconsciously opening his eyes, Nakamura Masahiro's eyes were filled with the look of Nana Hashimoto covering her mouth and yawning.
The red little face, the lively eyes, and the little gesture of covering the mouth, make her look inexplicably cute.
"Hashimoto-san, are you awake?"
Reaching out to rub his eyes, Nakamura Masahiro adjusted his state slightly, and his somewhat dazed consciousness quickly returned to consciousness.
"How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"
"My head still feels a little dizzy, and my throat is a little dry..."
Hashimoto Nana squinted her eyes, covered her forehead and rubbed it, with a slightly uncomfortable look on her pink face, and she answered word by word.
"It feels... very uncomfortable, as if I feel like vomiting."
"Then let me make you another bowl of brown sugar water... You must be drunk."
After briefly assessing Hashimoto Nana's condition, Nakamura Masahiro stood up and carried the bowl of completely cold brown sugar water out of the lounge.
"Nakamura-san, no need..."
Before she could finish her words, Hashimoto Nana saw the figure of Nakamura Masahiro disappearing outside the door of the lounge.
Sighing slightly, Hashimoto Nana closed her eyes tightly, then adjusted her expression strangely, and finally suppressed the uncomfortable feeling.
Soon, slight footsteps sounded at the door. As soon as Hashimoto Nana opened her eyes, she saw Masahiro Nakamura pushing in the door.
He was holding a bowl of brown sugar water in his hand, and the rising heat was spreading. You could tell at a glance that it was boiling hot.
"Here, drink some brown sugar water..."
Nakamura Masahiro placed the brown sugar water in front of Hashimoto Nanami, and while persuading him, he sat down on the sofa.
"You should feel better after drinking this."
In fact, Nakamura Masahiro is not sure whether brown sugar water has any effect on drunkenness. After all, he has never tried it.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But after hearing about it for a long time, I feel that this method should still be somewhat effective. After all, if it had no effect at all, there wouldn’t be so many people talking about it.
"this...."
Looking at the brown sugar water in front of her, Hashimoto Nanami's little head was filled with questions. Although there were many hangover remedies spread in Japanese society, she had never heard of brown sugar water.
However, judging from Masahiro Nakamura's confident attitude, this method must be effective. So, she no longer thought about it and reached out to pick up the brown sugar water in front of her.
With her little mouth slightly open, Hashimoto Nana blew gently on the brown sugar water in the bowl, and the rising heat was immediately dissipated by the blow.
Then, she slowly placed her lips on the edge of the bowl. It seemed that the temperature was within the appropriate range, so Hashimoto Nanami drank.
After a while, Hashimoto Nana drank all the brown sugar water in the bowl, and a happy look appeared on her little face.
Regardless of whether brown sugar water has a hangover effect or not, the sweetness of the sugar water is still quite pleasant.
"How come you drink so much?"
After putting away the empty bowls, Nakamura Masahiro returned to Hashimoto Nanami, frowned and asked: "If you can't drink it, don't drink it. What if something happens?"
Although Nakamura Masahiro's tone was not very harsh, compared with his previous gentle words, it was already very clear about his attitude.
Nana Hashimoto lowered her head and glanced at Masahiro Nakamura from time to time. Her mouth was pursed tightly, looking like she was full of grievances.
"well...."
Seeing the cowardly look on the other side, the fire that Nakamura Masahiro had accumulated was instantly wiped out as if blown by the wind.
Sighing helplessly, Nakamura Masahiro returned to his usual gentle attitude, but his tone of voice still retained a hint of seriousness.
"Tell me...why did you drink so much?"
"He is the representative of Bandai Namco..."
A look of hesitation flashed across his face. Hashimoto Nanami secretly observed Nakamura Masahiro's serious expression and spoke with some hesitation.
"I talked with him for a long time, but we couldn't agree on the licensing fee... Finally, he brought a bottle of wine and said that if he drank it, he would have no objection..."
"Did you drink a bottle of wine?"
A look of astonishment filled Nakamura Masahiro's face, and he subconsciously interrupted Hashimoto Nanami's words.
"If you can't drink, don't drink. When you encounter unreasonable requests, you must learn to refuse them directly..."
Nakamura Masahiro looked at Hashimoto Nanami. The original look of shock on his face had faded away and replaced with a solemn expression.
"My identity is that of a supervisor, not an artist. I don't need to beg others..."
Japanese workplaces also have a similar drinking table culture. Due to social and work needs, drinking is difficult to avoid.
However, Masahiro Nakamura's identity as a supervisor is quite special, with his well-known name and background, so he can avoid bad things happening.
Oshiro Shoji is well aware of this, so he handles things with ease. But Hashimoto Nanami doesn't seem to understand this, so she was manipulated.
"But...."
Hashimoto Nana's little mouth wriggled slightly, as if he was hesitating to speak. In the end, he lowered his head timidly, unable to say what was in his heart.
"It's best if we can cooperate. It doesn't matter if we can't cooperate."
Nakamura Masahiro said with a straight face, "Have you ever told Shoji if you encountered such a thing?"
"No, no..."
Hashimoto Nana was a little afraid to look at Nakamura Masahiro. She answered in a weak voice, like a bullied kitten.
"Why don't you tell him?"
Nakamura Masahiro looked at Hashimoto Nana's submissive look and felt a little unhappy: This is his assistant, he can bully her, but outsiders can't.
"If I don't do the work that my seniors have given me well, I feel..."
After struggling for a moment, Hashimoto Nanami raised her little head a little, looking soft and weak like a little coward.
"So, you want to handle it yourself?"
Nakamura Masahiro raised his eyebrows, feeling dissatisfied with Hashimoto Nanami's answer: Although her approach was in line with the mainstream choices in the Japanese workplace, it was actually inappropriate.
In the Japanese workplace, subordinates must handle matters and tasks assigned by their superiors very diligently.
As for the troubles and difficulties encountered along the way, you need to solve them by yourself. If you seek help from the leadership, in addition to being questioned about your ability, you may also be criticized.
However, Hashimoto Nana should not have such worries. After all, neither Nakamura Masahiro nor Oshiro Shoji are the kind of harsh people.