Chapter 408: The Taste of Humanity (Revised)

As Masayoshi Kishimoto drove out of the car, on the way to the office, he was thinking in his head that having more money was not necessarily a good thing.

Perhaps the ideal state of life should be to have a little money, not too much; a little power, not too much; but to have a lot of leisure, leisure for reading, writing, socializing with friends, drinking, listening to music, traveling and so on, to live a tasteful life.

As for women, no matter what, as a female “literati”, you should read Lin Huiyin, Sanmao, Yishu, and so on, how small fresh, how literary, how “the years are quiet”, and then memorize some of their excerpts from their sentences from time to time on the side of the mouth to recite! I’m not going to be able to do that, but I’m going to be able to do that.

Masayoshi Kishimoto drove to the company and parked his car in the Chairman’s parking space in front of the group headquarters.

Instead of getting out of the car and walking into the company, he chose to go and have an early breakfast first. Before he left the house, he hadn’t felt hungry. Now, he did feel belly hungry.

Masayoshi Kishimoto walked out some distance to a civilian cuisine restaurant that he visited from time to time. The store’s decor was not much, but it tasted good.

Upon his appearance, in turn, the owner was a bit surprised and said, ”Why are you here in the morning? If I remember correctly, this is the first time you’ve come to dine with me in the morning!”

Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t deny it and smiled, “Just last night, in the middle of the night, I suddenly had a special craving for your omelet rice here. This morning, didn’t I just rush here?”

The boss didn’t care if what he said was true or not. In the spirit of entering the store as a guest, he said, “Have a seat. I’ll make it for you right away.”

“Good, give me another cup of oolong tea.” Masayoshi Kishimoto found an empty seat and just sat down. He didn’t care at all what social class the person sitting next to him was in. Everyone was a fan of this one store.

Oolong tea was brought to him by a young female sales clerk. He took a big sip straight from the glass when he picked it up in his right hand before putting it down slowly.

“The TV news keeps saying that the Japanese economy has started to pick up. How come I don’t feel it at all?”

A man with a dark and thin figure, aged around fifty years old, wearing not a suit but just an ordinary construction site security guard’s overalls, suddenly lamented.

“What, the work is not good?” The shopkeeper was busy with the matter at hand, while chatting casually with his regular customers.

The dark thin man was holding a cup of sake in his right hand and said, “It’s not important for me to be happy or not. The important thing is that the monthly income can be improved.”

“Why don’t you consider changing jobs?” The shopkeeper laughed a little and said.

“What kind of good income can a person of my age change? For me nowadays, every night is a night watch at a construction site.

After work this morning, it would be nice to come back to your place to sit for a while, eat something, have a drink, and go back to lie down and sleep.” The dark thin man said helplessly.

Kishimoto Masayoshi, who was sitting on the side next to this man, did not look down on the other party at all, much less regard him as a LOSER.

Inside his head naturally recalled Fitzgerald’s words spoken by Gatsby in The Great Gatsby. Whenever you want to comment on someone. Remember that not everyone in this world has the advantages that you have.

Justice Kishimoto certainly understands that people are born with differences. On top of that, each one’s upbringing won’t be exactly the same. Furthermore, some people are born lucky.

Or people who were blessed by God. The prototype of the hero in the American Hollywood blockbuster called “Hacksaw Ridge” in the latter days had saved more than a hundred people.

The director, in order to make the audience feel that he is not bullshit, deliberately reduced to save only a few dozen people. In the midst of such intense gunfire, according to general logical thinking, no one would believe, will be considered the official in order to portray the hero of the war and deliberately for the propaganda.

This man was wounded in several places and still continued to save people. Even when he died, it was the end of World War II and he lived to be 87 years old. In the most brutal wars, someone always comes back alive and unharmed. On the contrary, some people died in accidents before actually stepping into the battlefield.

“You passed alone?” Justice Kishimoto asked curiously.

The dark and thin man glanced sideways at the strange young man beside himself, but was not the least bit repulsed or wary. He smiled humanely and said, “Yes.”

Masayoshi Kishimoto could see that his smile was genuine, and not at all that kind of leathery smile. Probably, in the other party’s opinion, it was a kind of fate to be able to meet in this one store.

At this time, Masayoshi Kishimoto had the calmness of Dostoevsky, a great writer who represented the depth of Russian literature. Dostoevsky was able to listen patiently to the story told by a gravedigger.

If he had been a young and foolish man, he would never have listened. It would only seem that others simply don’t understand, and that their words are not worth listening to.

“A passing has both good and bad sides.” Justice Kishimoto blurted out.

“Good, I don’t think so for a star. A countryman like me who comes up to the capital to fight is of the helpless variety. There is no decent work to be done by staying in the old country.

Instead of wasting time at home, it is better to come out and make a breakthrough. Don’t look at me now, but when I was younger than you, I came to Tokyo from Hokkaido when I was 17 or 18 years old.

When the Japanese economy was good, the work on construction sites was heavy, but it made a lot of money. At that time, after work, we had a good time drinking with women in groups. There will be like now this a loner look.”

The corners of the black skinny man’s mouth could not help but turn upwards, and a touch of good memories of the past life surfaced inside his head, saying.

“You never married in your entire life?” Justice Kishimoto asked with interest.

“Married three times and divorced three times. I have two sons. Now, they no longer live with me, yet they also work in Tokyo. Kids have to leave home when they grow up, that’s all the norm. There’s nothing to say.

As for women! To be frank, it’s all the same. There are times when a woman’s thoughts are really annoying.

However, really if there is no woman in your side of this kind of broken thoughts, you do not feel cold and lonely. Of course, you are too young to realize the loneliness of a man of my age.

With the current economic downturn in Japan, I’m sure that you young people may not be able to get along very well.

A large portion of your future has been taken away from you by your landlord in the form of exorbitant rent.” The dark, thin man said bluntly.

The shopkeeper placed the finished omelet rice in front of Masayoshi Kishimoto and interjected, “A child can only be by your side for one, twenty or twenty or thirty years.

A wife is someone who can be with you for the rest of your life. Money is not the most important thing, but the family is the most important thing. The family also needs a good management and investment to be able to reach a happy and harmonious level.”