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During the two-hour flight to Tokyo, Fujita was carefully approaching landing when the flight attendant came out to remind him to fasten his seat belt. He was halfway through the flight when a text message triggered his idea but he had no time to take a second look.
The airflow at Narita Airport was unstable today and the plane landed a little bumpy.
After stopping, Fujita stood up to pick up his luggage. Erjiizi, who was sitting next to him, seemed anxious in the second half of the flight. Seeing that Fujita wanted to leave, he couldn't help but say something.
But Fujita didn't give the other party a chance. He knew very well what these two devils wanted - now that all genuine Japanese people have gone bankrupt and committed suicide in large numbers and are living on the streets due to the economic crisis, how can there be any good positions left for outsiders?
What a dream.
This is probably a government-sponsored international student who hasn't learned Japanese well. I'm afraid he made up the story of naturalization in front of his relatives just to save face.
After leaving the airport, a friend drove to pick up Fujita. The friend was older than Fujita. When they met, he laughed and shouted: "Damn Fujita, how dare you, a traitor, come back? Do you know how many people in the club want to be punished by heaven?"
you?"
"Senior, I'm really sorry for causing you trouble." Fujita stepped forward and bowed.
My friend was from the former small club "Asia Club". Because Fujita was talking nonsense during an interview in the Imperial Capital, a group of members of the "Asia Club" who were talking too much were arrested by the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office.
"There's really nothing I can do against you." The senior smiled and patted Fujita on the shoulder, "Just come back and no one cares about you. Many people regard being interrogated by the District Prosecutor's Office as a proud experience and have been bragging about it for two years.
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After getting in the car, his senior friend took Fujita to his home to meet other friends. As the car started, his first words were: "Fujita, there is bad news. You have been ordered to retire."
Fujita smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had caused a lot of trouble, and Toshiba Machine Tool Division would definitely not let him go back as deputy minister. It would be a good treatment for him to retire and receive a pension.
"How is the situation in Tokyo these days?"
"What are you asking about?"
"The economy. Is it easy to find a job?"
"Hey, the academic qualifications of street cleaners in Tokyo have increased recently. Many section chiefs, department heads and even presidents have personally gone to the bottom of society to experience life."
"Senior, this is not funny at all."
"So what do you want me to say?"
Seeing that Fujita had a straight face and no smile at all, the senior grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and patted his shoulder with the other, "Be happy. The best news now is that we have reached the bottom and will climb up every day from now on."
Fujita was not happy at all when he heard the news. The senior did not forget to comfort him, "Don't be too sad, everything will be fine. You see, I have been working as a taxi driver for almost a year, and I think it's pretty good."
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"But you used to be..."
"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it."
The senior friend waved his hand and took advantage of the opportunity to wipe the moist corners of his eyes, "I can still persist, and the worst is not yet reached. If it doesn't work, I will go to you. In fact, you shouldn't come back at all. Many people envy you.
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The car drove out of downtown Tokyo and stopped in front of an apartment in the suburbs. My senior friend got out of the car and bought a few bottles of sake, plus some snacks on sale at the convenience store, and walked into the apartment door carrying them with both hands.
The apartment was small but there were several people living there. When the senior came in, he shouted: "Ito, Yoshino, Harada, come out quickly. Fujita is back."
Several middle-aged people came out of the apartment. One of them, wearing glasses, complained: "Tanaka-senpai, can you please lower your voice? This is so rude. The landlord has said this many times. I have to go for you every time.
Apologize."
"What are you afraid of? In the worst case, the landlord will evict me. If someone rents his house now, he is lucky." The senior driver of the rental house put down the food and wine nonchalantly.
There was another person next to him who seemed to be awake. He came up and complained, "Is that all there is to eat? Even drinking is not fun."
Another person appeared and walked up to Fujita to greet him: "Fujita-kun, you are finally back. Today is indeed worthy of a good celebration. Have you brought anything back...?"
Fujita always thought that he was unlucky, but looking at the four friends who were in such a state of desolation in front of him, he asked in astonishment: "What's wrong with you? Yoshino, why are you like this?"
Yoshino was the one who didn't wake up. His eyes were black and he was staggering when he walked. He seemed to have just seen his returning friend at this moment, and shouted in a long voice: "Oh... Fujita-kun, you
I'm so lucky to have escaped all the troubles."
Tanaka, who drove a taxi, pulled Yoshino to the sofa and set up a table with food and drinks. Ito, who was wearing glasses, went to Fujita's side and whispered: "Yoshino's wife left with her children and all her savings, leaving him with nothing but debts."
Fujita stared in surprise.
Ito continued: "Tanaka-senpai's company went bankrupt last year, and now he rents out jobs to make a living. Harada is looking for a job everywhere and has been for a year. I still work in a bank, but I am afraid that I will also face layoffs recently."
In 1994, the Japanese economy was at its worst. Now you have to make a reservation to go to the rooftop and jump off the building. Many people go into the mountains and forests to kill themselves and not cause trouble to others.
Fujita was still thinking about coming back to wake up the people. Seeing the current situation of these few people, he suddenly felt that these teammates might not be able to lead him.
Several grown men, the youngest of whom was in his forties, sat around a folding table. On the table were five bottles of pitifully small sake, plus appetizers in plastic bags.
A plate of fried chicken nuggets, a few skewers, and a bag of stew. If you call it in Japan, it would be Nanban chicken nuggets, yakiniku, or oden. Does the latter name seem a bit high-end? In fact, there is no difference.
With a light bulb hanging above the head, five gentlemen sitting around eating such a small amount of food would definitely not be enough to fill their stomachs. The wine in the bottle could not even numb the nerves, it could only make people stare.
Yoshino, who had run away from his wife and children, was holding the bottle of wine. He had managed to become intoxicated instead of intoxicating others. His eyes were dazed, his figure was swaying, and he stared at Fujita opposite, "Why are you coming back?"
"I'm very sorry." Fujita knelt down in front of the table, lowered his head and had been apologizing for a long time. I don't know what he was sorry for, but it was just an apology.
Yoshino shook his head vigorously, waiting for his eyes with black sockets to say: "We can't find a job, but you don't want a job if you have one. Give me your job. Do you know how much I want a job?"
"I came back this time to report on..." Fujita nodded fiercely and wanted to start talking about business.
But Yoshino slammed the table hard and said angrily: "Who wants to listen to the bullshit you are talking about now? I don't want to go into the mountains and disappear one day, I still want to live. But now I have nothing. This is the reality
The problem."
The food and wine on the table were splashed with juice, and the folding table was almost knocked over. Several people quickly stretched out their hands to hold the table down, but no one blamed Yoshino.
Fujita wiped the sauce that splashed on his face and asked sadly: "Is the situation really that bad now? Is there no hope at all?"
Ito from the bank whispered in frustration: "Money has tightened, and many companies cannot get loans and have to go bankrupt. I have tried every means to no avail. This is the policy from above."
Tanaka, who drives a taxi, was not optimistic either. He drank a drink and said, "The yen continued to appreciate and exports shrank significantly. I lost all overseas orders and couldn't get loans, so I had to go bankrupt."
Harada, who was looking for a job, smiled bitterly and said, "I decided that if I can't find a job next month, I will let Yakuza sell me. Whatever they do, I can't hold on and I don't want to avoid debt anymore."