Chapter 122: The Poor Busybody
Masayoshi Kishimoto took a step ahead of him, and so was unaware of the scene of retaliation and relief that had occurred while Ota Fei Toru and the others were still waiting for the elevator.
As he passed by the Miki Bookstore, he couldn’t help but take a step towards it. Even if he wasn’t buying any books, he still wanted to visit Natsui Makoto.
The person who had met her himself had simply exchanged a few words before walking out again with a key she had given him is.
Masayoshi Kishimoto really felt that Natsui Makoto was not only living a hard life, but also had no hope. She got off work at nine or ten o’clock in the evening.
On weekdays, the Miki Bookstore’s business hours didn’t end until nine o’clock in the evening. On Saturdays and Sundays, the business hours would be extended by one hour to ten o’clock in the evening.
Even if you go to work at nine o’clock in the morning, it doesn’t mean that you can get twelve or thirteen hours of pay for a day’s work.
The one hour each for lunch and dinner breaks were not counted as part of the hourly wage, which meant that two hours would be deducted normally.
As Natsui Makoto had said in the past, if the bookstore’s business was not good, the owner would also deduct another hour on his own. If you were late and left early or something, you would inevitably be deducted money as well.
After a hard day’s work, there were at most about ten hours of effective time. Counting the time spent on traveling back and forth, it would take another hour or two.
In total, Natsui Makoto spent thirteen or fifteen hours a day at her part-time job. That’s more than half of a twenty-four hour day.
If you take into account washing up, going to the toilet, dressing up before going out, and so on, you have to spend at least another hour or two, making it difficult for her to get eight hours of sleep a day.
Even if the work in the bookstore is not an intense physical work, it is still a long time work. Not to mention the long hours of standing.
When Natsui Makoto came home from work, there were times when she flopped down on top of the tatami mat and went straight to sleep. Shift breaks allowed for two days off a week, but there was no money to be had. The biannual bonus never had anything to do with her.
Even if she worked hard, her income was so meager that she couldn’t save much money. After all, the price level of Tokyo, an international metropolis, was extremely international, and had long been ranked at the forefront of the world’s major cities.
If she was ever in a pinch, she would find another temporary part-time job. Even with all this hard work, she can’t change her fate.
The reason is simple: low value-added labor means low earnings. If you can’t save extra money, you can’t talk about buying a car or a house.
As a result, the other girls who worked at the bookstore with Makoto Natsui became more and more interested in going to networking events. The purpose of each trip was clear: they hoped to find a man with a good annual income and get married.
Even if one of them already has a boyfriend, it doesn’t stop her from being proactive and going to networking events. Riding a donkey and looking for a horse is normal for some women.
Masayoshi Kishimoto stood on the street with the key to her rental house in his hand, stopped a cab, and ran directly to the one he had been to, a squatter on the border of Taito and Arakawa districts.
The reason he wasn’t in a hurry to eat dinner was that he wasn’t hungry yet. The two of them had also arranged to have a late night snack together after Natsui Makoto got off work.
Afterwards, they went to an internet cafe. Masayoshi Kishimoto had come here for the purpose of picking up the MP3. to this day, Makoto Natsui didn’t know exactly how it was being used.
He arrived at the place, paid and got out of the cab. He went straight towards the entrance of the squatter’s gate. At this time of the day, not only were there people coming home from work one after another, but there were also people starting to prepare dinner.
As soon as Masayoshi Kishimoto reached the entrance of the building, his nose caught the distinctive smells of cooking. He knew that even though the people who lived here did different jobs, they all had the same social class attributes. Things were grouped together, and people were grouped together.
Masayoshi Kishimoto did not mean to look down on any of them in his heart. In any case, the others had earned their own living and had not eaten anyone’s rice for free, they were just limited in their abilities.
He understood in his heart that these people were either poor busybodies or Feit. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to get out of this current dilemma, but it was difficult to get out of it.
Justice Kishimoto was a man of understanding, and naturally understood that if one wanted to do business, then one had to have a great deal of free time at one’s disposal. However, there must be a major premise, that is, do not have to worry about the problem of personal food and clothing.
Some of the people who live here are so busy that they have no time to spare. Two hands are already too busy, the body is exhausted, where there will be leisure to think about other?
Have long been accustomed to doing day after day mechanical simple and repetitive work. Once the change occurs, it will be extremely uncomfortable.
Part of the people belong to as long as there is free time will have to continue to spend to fill the empty life. After that, it’s back to work.
Even after the consumption, they will eventually return to the emptiness, and so on. This is most obvious in the case of young people who have been uprooted from their homes.
For this reason, Mr. Kishimoto naturally thought of the tens of thousands of young people in China who work in factories and assembly lines. Their common behavior is that once they get their wages, they disappear.
They ate, drank, and slept in Internet cafes. By the time they get out of the Internet cafe again, they have almost all the money in their pockets.
Then, once again re-introduced into the factory assembly line work. Otherwise, it is to change to another factory to work again.
By the time the next time you get paid, you’ll be gone again, and you’ll be eating, drinking, and sleeping in an Internet caf茅. This is why many people work for years without saving much money.
The difference between Japanese young people is the legal existence of pachinko. Most of them go to pachinko parlors to spend their time, but without realizing it, they become addicted to pachinko and can’t get out of it.
Otherwise, they are all kinds of otaku. In a city like Tokyo, where people live in a world of colorful, glamorous and glittering lights, there is no fear of having too many desires, but rather of having no desires at all.
Masayoshi Kishimoto opened the door to Natsui Makoto’s one room with the one key she had given him. He took off the shoes on his feet and stepped onto the tatami mat.
He followed the place she had told him about. However, it didn’t go well, he didn’t find it at once, but it took him some time before he finally found the MP3. so, Kishimoto Masayoshi laughed to himself, he really didn’t have the talent to be a thief.