High-rise buildings are lined up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Glittering in the sunlight, the glass curtain wall glows with the icy sheen of desire.

"Money, money, money, when will you get rich." The middle-aged man who had nothing to do tightened the leather jacket on his body and muttered contentedly.

In front of the middle-aged man, a man in a suit and sunglasses whispered, "Kawasuke, are you gambling again?" ”

Kawasuke glanced at the other place, touched the beard on his chin unnaturally, and reluctantly explained, "Mr. Tatsusaka, I'm just ...... Just go looking for a chance to make a fortune! Just a little bit. ”

"What dirty words have to be extremely interesting in your mouth, then tell me, why did I come to you?" Tatsusaka's gaze is hidden behind his sunglasses, making people not know that he is in a mood swing.

Kawasuke cleared his throat and gave Tatsuzaka the friendliest smile he could.

"The friendship of friends is comparable to gold! You're here to see my old friend, to catch up, no...... Right? ”

"It's really Jinshi, your kid's brain hasn't been completely ruined by gambling. Let's calculate the current accounts, you borrowed 2.8 million principal from me a month ago......" Tatsusaka took out the calculator from his bosom.

Who would carry a calculator with them in this day and age?

The crackling sound of the keys made Kawasuke's eyelids one by one, and his expression became more and more nervous.

Takaka Maoo brought the results of the calculator to Kawasuke and smiled: "You don't need to be clear about the process, if you want to confirm the authenticity, the loan contract is very complete." By now, you should repay our company 5.176 million, as a friend, the 6,000 yuan will be used as a favor for you as a gambler. ”

"Mr. Tatsusaka, you know that I can't take that much at all."

"Three days, I'll only give you three days. If not, you should be aware of our -- well, customary practices. Any means are understandable for damn guys who owe money and don't pay it back. ”

Mao Tatsusaka shrugged his shoulders and straightened his sunglasses by the way. He specifically added.

"You shouldn't have seen that guy named Yoshida in half a month, right? Not only for half a month, but you will never see him again. I forgot to tell you that Yoshida owes us 3.5 million, of course, with the ability of that waste, it can't be repaid...... Good luck with your fundraising, lucky Mr. Kawasuke. ”

Kawasuke Daiji's face is like ashes.

Watch the man in a suit from a loan shark walk away and get into a limousine.

"It's over!"

He clutched at his hair so hard that he didn't even know when he had returned to the little street near his address. The tallest building is only three stories high, and compared to the bustling city of central Osaka, it is quite remote.

The owner of the repair shop next door was a middle-aged woman with still charm, but she had a little broken mouth.

Usually Daiji Kawasuke would definitely feast his eyes quietly, but today he is not in such a mood.

In front of the repair shop.

The proprietress was lying on the glass counter of the repair shop with her upper body, chatting with another middle-aged woman about her family's shortcomings. "The sisters picked up a treasure."

"I heard it's not a baby, it's a man."

The proprietress pursed her lips and commented with the thinking of a repair shop owner: "I can see, it's a very large metal bead, if you sell it to the Sanban group, how can it cost more than 200,000 yuan, right?" ”

The middle-aged woman shook her head and said with a bite to say, "It's really a big man, why don't you believe it?" If it's a metal thing, how can the two little girls move it by themselves? ”

"Maybe it's a shell?" The hostess insisted on her point of view. "It's worth some money, too."

Money?

Kawasuke stopped and stood by the wall thoughtfully.

He knew that the two sisters in the mouth of the proprietress were similar to the neighbors in this small street, they were all poor people in Japan, but they were poor people with houses.

My sister's name is Yuki Ihara, and my sister's name is Asami Ihara, and my parents died in a car accident about half a year ago.

The neighbors sympathized with the sisters and often sent them old clothes that they didn't use.

It's very pitiful.

"But I'm more pathetic......" Daiji Kawasuke tried to find a suitable reason for himself.

He believes the proprietress even more, even if it is more than 200,000, it is an extremely rare huge amount of money for him, although there is still a big gap from 517, but there is no way out.

Daiji Kawasuke clenched his fists.

"The world is so sinister! This is an important lesson in their lives. He gritted his teeth.

A crisp shout suddenly pulled Kawasuke Daiji's thoughts back-

"Uncle Kawasuke!"

Daiji Kawasuke followed the prestige with a stiff expression, saw a girl with a single ponytail, and smiled awkwardly: "It's Asami, did you get out of school very early today!" Be sure to study hard and strive to get into a good university! ”

The girl's eyes are bright, her face is slightly round, and there is a hint of baby fat, and she is wearing a light brown suit and school uniform, and the lower body is a pleated skirt with a flower checkered, which is slightly faded.

"Uncle, you have to come on! You have to stick to your own business! Asami Ihara smiled sweetly.

Kawasuke Daiji's smile became more and more embarrassed, and he didn't know where to put his two hands: "Come on, come on, definitely come on...... I still have some things, so let's not talk about them for now! ”

"Goodbye~" Asami smiled and waved her hand.

Her smile gradually retracted, and she returned to her expressionless appearance, and followed the stairs to the third floor, which was also the top floor of the building. He looked carefully left and right before taking out the key and cautiously opening the door, then deftly slipped through the crack and closed the door tightly.

Clothes that have been washed many times hang at the door, and the rope on which the clothes are hung is a thick plastic bag that has been knotted and knotted, and it looks colorful, not too strong but very beautiful.

"Sister, I'm back from school." Asami took off her shoes and shouted into the room.

Bundles of old newspapers were laid out in bundles in the room, each one carefully flattened and carefully tied into a stack, arranged in the corner, like a soldier waiting for a simple soldier.

Asami's nose moved, and she could smell a hint of the soup.

It doesn't smell the same as usual, not just the taste of the leaves, but also an indescribable umami.

"Yes...... My sister bought pork bones! ”

Her eyes lit up, and she hurried into the room.

Yuki Ihara sat quietly at the table, staring at some simple side dishes on the table. From the shape, you can tell that this is a "low-cost dish" left over from the supermarket that others don't want.

Yuki's appearance is eight points similar to Asami, but it is a standard melon seed face, and his eyes are more slender, compared to Asami's pure and beautiful, Yuki is more charming and moving.

"Sister? What's wrong? ”

Asami asked tentatively and whispered.

"The school called, and I had to pay the tuition again." Yuki sighed softly.

"The tonkotsu soup on the table?"

Yuki smiled, the corners of his eyes stretched, and said, "Today is your birthday." ”

Asami Ihara's eyes trembled slightly, and she felt that her nose was a little itchy and a little sour. She lowered her head, wanting to change the subject and stop discussing these distressing things, even if it was a birthday, it was a distressing birthday.

She asked in a low voice, "What about the stupid big guy you picked up?" ”

"The brain seems to be ......" Yuki Ihara pointed to his head and shrugged, "It's completely broken." I'm still in the house, I don't know how long I'm going to leave, I want to chase him away, and I'm worried that I'll starve to death if I run into the street, it's really distressing......"

"What about tuition?"

"There's always a way."

The two sisters looked at each other and laughed, shouted to start, and swept the food on the table like a cloud, no matter how simple and simple it was, they would not be picky.

Because that's how the poor live.

In the utility room, a man rests his forehead, and he seems to be able to hear the conversation through the door. There was a slight hint of doubt in his eyes, and he lowered his head and said to himself: "Memory...... There seems to be a little bit of a problem. ”

He raised his right hand, and a blinding arc of lightning exploded.

The dust in the utility room was flying in the air, and there was a choking smell.

"My name is ......"

"Human Mentor."

"What a strange name."

(To be continued.) )