The night in Tokyo is called "the splendor of Edo" because it is beautiful and bustling enough.

When you think of Tokyo, many people think of Edowan, a famous and wealthy district. However, no one knows that in fact, Tokyo's famous poor area is also located in Edowan.

It's just in Shitamachi Street, which is adjacent to Edo Bay.

There's a reason why it's one of Tokyo's poorest areas.

As we all know, Tokyo's most famous traditional buildings are one-family houses, which are the kind of single-courtyard houses that you often see on TV.

However, as Tokyo became more and more prosperous, many wealthy people gradually built high-end villas in more prosperous areas, or "one-family villas" with the characteristics of the Japanese Kingdom.

With a new mansion, the old one-family building naturally can't just be casually empty. So those rich people renovated their old mansions in a divided manner, and then rented them out.

However, with the expansion of Tokyo's urbanization, many of the old neighborhoods have developed into modern commercial hubs. In the end, the government deliberately left Shitamachi Street without large-scale commercial development, just because there will always be poor people in this world. Whatever the government, there must be a "poor man's area" for them to live in.

Shitamachi Street and Edowan are separated by a Gou Chi Street, which many Tokyo locals refer to as "the separation between heaven and hell."

In fact, except for some white-collar workers who work in Edowan, people in Shitamachi Street really rarely visit Edowan. Maybe people shouldn't be divided into three, six, nine and so on, but reality has told us more than once. This hierarchy not only exists, but is deeply rooted. It is not only deeply ingrained in the hearts of the rich, but also deeply ingrained in the subconscious of the poor.

But Sakura Masao is different.

His daily routine is to get up at 7 a.m., have breakfast and go out to the casual worker market to find a part-time job. It should be around six or seven o'clock in the evening, and then Sakura Masao will ride his second-hand bicycle to the busiest Namachi district of Edowan to find the cheapest tavern for a bottle of the cheapest shochu.

After drinking, Sakura Masao never lingered too long, and left the tavern and rode his bicycle back to No. 335 Shitamachi Street, an old-fashioned building house where four families lived.

Some people may wonder why Sakura Masao chose to drink in the famous town area.

In fact, the reason is very simple, because when he drinks in the famous town area, he can casually see the most luxurious "rainbow god" villa in the "Sakura Mansion" and "Tenzuki Kobe" villa area when he returns home.

These things originally belonged to him, or his daughter Sakura Moon.

Fate is unpredictable.

In the spring, Sakura Masao is also the head of the Sakura family, a high-ranking political figure in the Japanese country, the most promising political star in the KMT, and one of the representative figures.

Then by the end of summer, Masao Sakura was gone overnight.

The position of the head of the family was taken away, and his wife and children and he were expelled from the Sakura family. He was removed from his official position in politics and nearly sentenced to more than two decades in prison on charges similar to serious leakage of military secrets, espionage, dereliction of duty, and so on.

Fortunately, he is a descendant of the Sakura family, although the Sakura family had to kick him out of the Sakura family in order to protect themselves, but they didn't watch him go to jail. In the end, with the help of Sakura's family, Sakura Masao was able to escape prison.

But overnight, he fell from heaven to hell, from a political star who once responded to a lot of calls to a "poor person" who needs to rely on casual labor to make a living. I believe that this huge gap does not need to be carefully elaborated, and it is not difficult to guess and understand.

It was once said that a master of wine is not necessarily a politician, but a politician must be a master of wine. All kinds of drinking parties and socializing, no matter what country you are a politician in, are inevitable. After a long period of practice, you can't drink alcohol without thinking about it.

So for Sakura Masao, a mere bottle of soju will not have any major alcohol effect on him at all. But when Sakura Masao was riding a bicycle, he deliberately shook his head. He's enjoying, enjoying the feeling of being slightly drunk.

Riding all the way from Edo Bay to Shitamachi Street, Sakura Masao is humming a famous Wakoku nursery rhyme. When he turned into the street where he lived, Sakura Masao hadn't forgotten to go into the sushi restaurant to buy his wife a piece of tuna sushi. Even though it's not cheap, Masao Sakura buys it three or four times a week to go home to his wife.

In Sakura Masao's heart, the noble-born lady is implicated and has to suffer with herself. The only modest compensation he could give her was this.

Carrying sushi home, the door of the house is unlocked. After Sakura Masao pushed open the door and entered the house, he immediately began to change his shoes. As he changed his shoes, he opened his mouth and was about to say to his wife, "I'm back." But when the words came to his lips, he lost his voice.

Sakura Masao heard that his wife seemed to be talking on the phone, and he listened carefully to the content of the call, and there was a tearful cry from Mrs. Sakura.

"Father, please. I asked you to borrow this money, not for myself. Satsuki has been in a coma all the time and has to be infused with nutrient solutions every day. The Sakura family hadn't sent money to Masao for two months, and if we didn't have any more money to buy Satsuki a nutrient solution, she would die. ”

"No, father, I'm sure someone will come to save Satsuki, I can't let her die like this. ”

"Father...... Father!"

Sakura Masao, who had just walked into the door of the back room, looked at the lady sitting next to the phone, and his nose suddenly became a little sour.

He tilted his head, trying not to let tears fall out of his eyes.

In Sakura Masao's memory, his wife has always been noble, gentle, beautiful, generous, and decent. In the past years, he had never seen his wife like this. Haggard, helpless, sad, depressed, like a Persian cat shivering in the wind and rain, abandoned by man.

Mrs. Sakura, who was still crying, hadn't been able to spot Masao Sakura standing at the door, which just gave Masao Sakura time to adjust his emotions.

Controlling one's emotions is the basic skill of politicians.

When Sakura Masao only took one breath, the sadness on his face was immediately hidden. He took a slight breath, tiptoed back a few steps, and coughed dryly.

Hearing Sakura Masao's cough, Mrs. Sakura hurriedly wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve.

Sakura Masao deliberately shouted, "I'm back." Then he slowly walked into the back room.

"Madame, I brought you your favorite tuna sushi. I've been choosing for a long time, and finally I have chosen belly meat, you can taste it quickly and see if I have made a mistake. ”

Sakura Masao has a warm smile on his face and shakes the tuna sushi in his hand.

Although Mrs. Sakura's eyes were still red, she still smiled slightly at Sakura Masao. She got up and bowed to Sakura Masao and said, "Today's dinner is rice, tempura, dried fish, and potatoes, do you need to wash your face before eating?"

Sakura Masao nodded, and stuffed the tuna sushi in his hand into Mrs. Sakura's hand. In addition, he took out all the money on his body, and handed it to Mrs. Sakura without even keeping a coin for himself.

Sakura Masao said, "I must eat all the sushi, otherwise I won't be upset." Sakura Moon's nutrient solution should be about to run out, and the Sakura family sent someone to inform me. Because it's not convenient for them to send me money directly, I need to go to Sakura's house tomorrow and find the mountain steward to get the money. ”

"Nani?" Mrs. Sakura glared at her beautiful eyes, "Will the Sakura family still give us money?"

"Yes. Definitely. Sakura Masao smiled and comforted Mrs. Sakura.

In fact, the Sakura family never contacted him at all, but he had been to Sakura's house once a month ago. Not only did he not borrow money from the current head of the Sakura family, but he was also evicted from the Sakura mansion.

"Great!" Lady Sakura screamed in surprise, and threw herself into Sakura Masao's arms, crying again.

Sakura Masao gently patted Mrs. Sakura's back, and his frowning brows had condensed into the word "Chuan".

Mrs. Sakura, who was buried in Sakura Masao's arms, didn't see Sakura Masao's ugly expression, and she also asked Sakura Masao in a low voice: "Anada (the meaning of the husband in the Japanese language), do you think Jiang Fengsan will come to save Sakura?"

"Yes, definitely. The men of Huaxia are very good, and they will not promise easily. But once promised, it will be fulfilled. ”

"Well, I also believe that Jiang Fengsang will come. I just hope he can come sooner, otherwise Satsuki will be too pitiful......"

As she spoke, Lady Sakura burst into tears again.

Jiang Feng, who was still in Zuo Ci's tomb, naturally didn't know that there were so many people looking forward to seeing him sooner. After meditating all day, he opened his eyes and stared at Xingchen Ziyan again for more than an hour.

Seeing the end, Jiang Feng shook his head again.

He felt that his condition was still not at its best, so Jiang Feng decided that he still had to meditate again to recuperate.

The Star Purple Flame must be precious, there is no doubt about it. And the more you face such a treasure, the more you have to keep a normal heart. Otherwise, a fluctuation in mentality may bring death to yourself.

At this point, Jiang Feng was so cautious, it was completely reasonable.

But Jiang Feng didn't know that Zhou Tonghai was going crazy now.

The latest news that the elder sent to him was that the United States had sent people to the Japanese country to take John Jerson away.

In order to delay time, Zhou Tonghai had already sent people to intercept and kill the few Americans who had gone to the Japanese country.

But even if the kill is successful, it can only be delayed for a while at best.

Zhou Tonghai had no choice but to ask someone to send a message to Jiang Feng every five minutes, asking him to return to Yanjing immediately after receiving the message.