Chapter 814: Scum
Time to one in the afternoon, Kishimoto justice to the house is rummage through three times, even the tatami mats can find under the search, still did not find a yen, just found half a bag of bread is about to dry.
Without money, not to mention the fact that he couldn’t get from Adachi to Roppongi in Minato Ward? The most important thing was what he could do to survive; after all, there were still four days to go before he received his 100,000 yen handout from the district office.
Masayoshi Kishimoto sat cross-legged on the tatami mat with his arms crossed in front of his chest, looking down at the half-bag of bread that he had placed not far from him, which was about to dry out.
He knew that he couldn’t hold out with just this little bit of food. As for drinking water, one could still go to the park and drink the free tap water.
The good thing about the winter was that the one issue of bathing wasn’t as important as it was on a hot day. The bathing one used to take in the past when one woke up early and went to bed late each, that was absolutely hopeless.
The original owner of this body was a loser, but not himself. Can a living person still be suffocated by urine? He was so young, not even twenty years old, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem for him to go out and find an hourly wage to work.
Four days later, on January 5, 2004, I had to go to the ward office to collect the 100,000 yen in relief money.
The Hard Gold Group didn’t pay much tax to the Japanese government. Even if you received a little bit of it yourself, it was only right and proper.
The first thing he did after receiving the money was to restore the water, electricity, gas, and other necessities of life inside his rented house. As for the rest of the money, naturally still have to keep to pay the rent and living and what not.
In short, it is imperative to live first. As for what comes later, one step at a time. For the time being, one could not return to the body of Hard Gold Group Chairman Masayoshi Kishimoto for the time being.
After Kishimoto Masayoshi had made up his mind, he picked up the half bag of bread in front of him that was about to dry out and ate it. If he was really hungry, he didn’t care if it was good or not. It was the best thing to be able to eat.
After finishing the last bit of food in the house, Masayoshi Kishimoto got up and went to get the door key. He had to find an hourly wage job today that he could pay on the same day.
Otherwise, tomorrow he would only be able to go to the park and drink until his belly was full. As for borrowing money, the main one was to look for friends, and the other was to look for loan sharks.
Even if he thought about it, he wasn’t going to do it. His own original owner was a genuine scum. I’m afraid that anyone who can be friends with a loser can only be a loser.
Besides, in his own body’s memory, he had already borrowed money from many people. As little as 1,000 yen and as much as 10,000 yen.
Without exception, they have not been repaid. If you have not cleared your debt, don’t open your mouth. Why should I make a fool of myself? Borrowing money from loan sharks is like quenching one’s thirst.
No matter how difficult you are, you can’t touch it. Once one touches it, it will be very difficult to get out of it. Although the Adachi district is Inoue Kazuhiko’s territory, but in his current appearance, certainly can not even see the other party’s face, and may even be beaten up by his henchmen would be meaningless.
It is not possible to work part-time, this life is not possible to work part-time. I don’t have such a life, and I don’t know how to steal. Therefore, at present, the most practical thing is to find a job first.
Before Kishimoto Masayoshi left the house, he went into the bathroom again, and properly used a comb to grit his teeth and comb out his hair that hadn’t been washed for a long time, and was so long that it could cover half of his ears.
Since the conditions are limited, then only to be able to maximize the organization of personal appearance, after all, unkempt looking for a job is not good to find.
Masayoshi Kishimoto put down his comb, walked out of the bathroom, went to the foyer and put on his shoes, opened the door to his room and walked out. He breathed in the fresh air of the outdoors, and it was really much more relaxing.
Masayoshi Kishimoto closed the door of his room with his backhand and did not lock it. The law and order in Japan was good, that was in the affluent neighborhoods. As for the Adachi district where he lived, it was not a place with good law and order.
However, he was not afraid. His family was so poor that even if a thief came, he would have to cry and leave. Perhaps, he would even leave some money for himself instead.
With his hands tucked inside the left and right pockets of his jacket, Masayoshi Kishimoto first descended the stairs from the second floor to the pavement, and then started his journey to find a job.
One’s principle was still to look from near to far. If it was too far away, he didn’t have the transportation costs to pay for it up front. As for work, as long as someone asked for it, they would do it.
Whether it’s doing odd jobs, or washing dishes, just do it if you’re paid. This is not able to pay wages on the same day, but also at least have to manage food. I’d better get through the most difficult four days first, and collect the 100,000 yen from the district office before I talk about anything else.
Once Masayoshi Kishimoto had made up his mind, he would definitely do it. If he did it, he would definitely do it well. This is his character release.
Even if his soul possessed the body of a wastrel, it would not change. The original owner of this skin in the past would no longer be a useless scum.
The time came to 5:00 p.m., and Masayoshi Kishimoto walked back to the rented apartment from outside. He hadn’t run around in vain and had found a job at a 24-hour convenience store from 22:00 pm to 6:00 am.
He himself was able to go to work tonight. Since it was still early for work, the individual came back first. In order to make the store manager feel that it was more cost-effective to hire him, he offered to hire him for as little as the daytime hourly rate.
From this, he impressed the other party’s heart. In his own heart, he knew very well that when the store manager reported to the top, he would not be sure to use the nighttime hourly rate. The difference between the daytime and nighttime hourly wage will naturally go into the other party’s personal pocket.
One of the greatest benefits of working at a convenience store was that those expired lunches that could not be sold out and needed to be thrown away could be secretly enjoyed by the store’s employees, but could not be taken away, which was a benefit in disguise.
As soon as Masayoshi Kishimoto reached the stairway, he saw a young girl in her teens sitting at the top of a flight of stairs with a crossbody shoulder bag in front of her and her hands cupped around her jaw. He didn’t know the other girl’s name, but he knew that she lived next door to his right.
Masayoshi Kishimoto, who had found an hourly-paid job and solved his immediate needs, was in a better mood than at first, so he casually asked, “Forgot your keys? Waiting here for your mom to get off work?”
The little girl just raised her head and gave him a cold look, but did not answer, still keeping the original action was to continue to sit on the top of the first staircase.
Masayoshi Kishimoto read the meaning of being looked down upon in the other’s eyes, and also read that she knew him. The original owner of his body was a loser that even children looked down on, so it was really too sad.
Masayoshi Kishimoto had no choice but to silently walk up beside her and said, “It’s only national middle-schoolers without names who are as rude to people as you are.”
The little girl snapped her head up and said, “You’re the one without a name. My name is Kitagawa Kouko.”