Chapter 461: Going Home

Masayoshi Kishimoto brought his group of people on another trip to mainland China. They still departed from Narita International Airport on one of the Gulfstream series of private jets.

Even if it was the Bon Festival, it was not changed. As for himself, there was absolutely no compensatory time off to speak of. That was probably the sad part of being a boss!

Of course, those who traveled with him were going to have compensatory time off in the future. If you don’t take compensatory time off, you’ll get paid for the corresponding number of days of overtime on holidays.

On the other end, Miyazaki Ryui took his driver’s vacation to go to the Bon Festival. Himself personally drove that one black S-class Mercedes and drove Matsui Natsuki is back to his hometown Aomori Prefecture.

He didn’t need to personally drive Matsui Natsuki home, he directly parked the car in front of the gate of one of his own family’s building. Who let them still live not far from neighbors?

The Ichiban buildings above this area were all built before the Japanese economic bubble, all in the style of Japanese homes from the 1960s and 1970s.

Moreover, the price of land here in Aomori Prefecture is much cheaper than in Tokyo. Therefore, the average middle-class family in Aomori basically has a house like this.

In the early nineties, Japan’s economic bubble burst, and naturally, it spread to every part of the country. The truth is that there wasn’t much real loss for the families who just needed it.

The price of housing was high, and you didn’t dare to sell the only house you had. If you do, where will you live? If prices are low, you won’t sell either.

For one thing, it’s not cost-effective, and for another, you still need a place to live. The only loss is in your heart. When housing prices are high, naturally happy, as lying in the daily money, after all, the house is worth how much money is a very good number.

When housing prices are low, you will feel the loss of money, from time to time will yell when the words sold. In fact, even at that one time, it was impossible to do so.

Miyazaki Ryui parked his car, and not only did people from his family come out to greet him, but there were also people from the surrounding neighborhood who came out to see what was going on.

Owning a black S-Class Mercedes is a sign of business success in Japan. And since the current economy is not doing well, it is even more eye-catching.

Aomori Prefecture in northeastern Japan is often overlooked by many travelers, even though it is located on the easternmost tip of Honshu Island, but the limelight is stolen by Hokkaido.

As for foreigners, they generally only know Hokkaido, not Aomori Prefecture. The strait between Hokkaido and Aomori Prefecture is the famous Tsugaru Strait.

Miyazaki Ryui opened the trunk of his car, naturally bringing home quite a few gifts from Tokyo. He greeted his eldest sister’s two children as they took the gifts into the house, while accompanying his mother.

Among the envious gazes of the neighbors, Matsui Natsuki was one of them. They had watched her return with Miyazaki Ryui.

All sorts of speculations in here began to percolate in their hearts. Even if it was something that had been in the past for ten years or so, they thought about it before and afterward.

In high school, Miyazaki Ryui and Matsui Natsuki were a young couple. This was together again, so it must be an old love affair that had been rekindled.

“Mom Miyazaki, I’ll go home first.” Matsui Natsuki brought his own luggage and said goodbye with a forty-five degree bow towards Miyazaki Ryui’s mother.

“Natsuki, come in and sit down.” Miyazaki’s mother inevitably guessed in her heart that her son and the other party had another story. She smiled amiably.

“Thanks. I’d better go home and check it out first. I’ll come back later.” Matsui Natsuki also knew that it was a wrong move to go to someone else’s house without going home after only returning.

She also didn’t want to be told privately by her neighbors that she didn’t know the rules and etiquette or anything. These some mothers-in-law and aunts had nothing to do all day and they liked to create conversation.

“That’s fine too. Anyway, our two homes aren’t too far away from each other. Ryui, you take Natsuki home.” Miyazaki’s mother’s top priority at the moment was her son’s marriage, after all, he was a thirty year old man.

What kind of man would it be if he didn’t get married yet. If a man here in Aomori didn’t get married by the time he was thirty, he would definitely be gossiped about.

Now that Miyazaki Ryui had returned to his hometown with his clothes on, it was a different matter. This topic is bound to be for the sake of career, is why delayed personal problems.

He originally thought, take the Bon Festival this one opportunity, son called home early to say to come back, incidentally also put the marriage. She can’t trust the women in Tokyo.

Maybe it was because of a fixed mindset and years of hearsay that she mistakenly thought that women in Tokyo were all very open, just like Western women, and completely devoid of the reserve and conservatism that traditional Japanese women should have.

If you are looking for a woman in your hometown, you can rest assured. If you are looking for a woman in your hometown, you can be assured that you will be able to find a woman in your hometown.

Every year at the Obon Festival, in addition to being able to see their sons and daughters-in-law, they are also able to see their grandchildren, and the family is happy and happy, and there is nothing else they want.

“It’s not like she can’t find her way home.” Miyazaki Ryui wasn’t too lazy to send her off, but he had already noticed his mother, his two sisters, and the neighbors around him looking at his relationship with Matsui Natsuki with strange gazes. He didn’t want to be furthered by their misunderstanding.

“It’s really not necessary. I’m fine on my own.” Matsui Natsuki said bluntly.

After she finished speaking, she once again turned towards Miyazaki’s mother is a forty-five degree bow. She stood upright, and with her own curtsy propped up, she turned towards her house.

“Brother, give me thirty thousand yen.” Miyazaki Ryui’s little sister reached right out and asked her own brother for money, saying.

“You’re a dead girl, squatting at home all day and not doing anything. Big brother just came home and you’re busy asking for money. And what do you want to do with so much money?” Miyazaki Ryui’s eldest sister said in dissatisfaction.

“How dare you talk about me? You’re working at a convenience store, and that’s still three days of fishing and two days of sunbathing. You can’t even support yourself with the money you earn, so you’re still staying at your mother’s house.” Miyazaki Ryui’s little sister immediately shot back.

“At the very least, I’ve done a little bit of proper work, completely unlike you who is not doing any proper work at all.” Miyazaki Ryui’s eldest sister added her words to her youngest sister’s dislike saying.

Miyazaki’s mother saw the two sisters doing this in front of the surrounding neighbors, and really felt it was too humiliating, “Each and every one of you shut up. If you don’t mind being ashamed, I still mind being ashamed, all of you go back to your houses.”

The two sisters stopped talking together and silently turned around and walked inside. They stared at each other wide-eyed, as usual, looking at each other with disdain.

Miyazaki’s mother said to her son in a pleasant manner, “Luckily I gave birth to you. These two sisters of yours are a real headache. Now that you’ve achieved so much, then your dead dad will also be able to smile in the grave.”

“Then let’s go in as well!” Miyazaki Ryui took the initiative to assist his mother and said.