If you've watched anime or Japanese dramas from the 80s and 90s, there's a very contemporary scene in it: the delivery guy shouts "be careful" while riding a bicycle and hurtles by, and then he hits the main character, and the bento flies everywhere......

After the new century, this scene disappeared. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but in the 60s, holding a bento box that is taller than a person is simply a must-have quality for every takeaway. Food delivery is not only physical work, but also technical work.

Zhang Jie started as a delivery man, and these jobs are just a review for him. He skillfully placed the bento boxes on the stands on both sides of the bicycle, stacking them one by one, and soon the bento boxes were taller than the others.

He wiped the sweat from his head and boasted: "I haven't practiced for too long, and I used to be able to put twenty." Brother Li, it's not me who blows it, if I just put it in the store, I can still stack five ...... in my hand while riding."

Li Shanhe was speechless, looked at his bicycle, and there were only three bento boxes on each side, mainly a folding table and chair tied to the back, which took up a lot of space.

“…… Less poor, let's go! ”

Zhang Jie answered, put on the takeaway clothes hanging next to the bicycle shed, stretched out his legs and straddled the beam of the bicycle, and his entire back was exposed to Li Shanhe's eyes.

The corners of Li Shanhe's mouth twitched, takeout had formed a unique culture in Japan at this time. The costumes are all short-sleeved and short-sleeved labor kimonos, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and worn on the body like a rice ball.

In recent years, it has become popular to write the name of the restaurant on the back.

Behind Zhang Jie, the huge word "Kunlun" is facing Li Shanhe's eyes.

Shame on you! He won't even wear this kind of clothes to death!

The name of this store sounds good, how can it be full of middle two gas as soon as it is taken? Which hapless kid came up with the name of the store? …… He knocked on his head and suddenly remembered that it seemed that this unlucky child was Li Shanhe himself......

The two rode bicycles and shuttled on the road. At this time, Japan was in a period of rapid economic growth, and the roads were full of bicycles. The buildings on both sides of the road are only a few stories high, and if an unfamiliar person looks at it, he will think that this is China in the 80s.

Zhang Jie pedaled the bicycle with great difficulty, wiped the sweat from his head, and asked, "Brother Li, can you really make a lot of money by delivering takeaways?" ”

"Of course. Food delivery is the only position in the store with no cap income. ”

Zhang Jie didn't quite understand, although he said so, but in the forty days before the proprietress came back, how much money could she earn just by delivering takeaways?

Li Shanhe shrugged his shoulders and said, "Let me ask you, a standard bento is 50 yen, and the commission is 5 yen; A high-end bento is 120 yen, and the commission is 15 yen. Q, if you sell 1,000 ordinary bento boxes a day, what is the commission? ”

Zhang Jie scratched his head, he graduated from primary school, and his arithmetic is not very good. He took his hands off the handlebars, crossed his fingers, counted for a long time, and suddenly said in surprise: "1,000 bentos, that's 5,000 yen!" There is a month, there is, there is ......"

"That's 150,000 a month!"

"Rich! Really rich! ”

When Li Shanhe was the store manager, he was also considered a manager, and his monthly income was no more than 30,000 yen. Now the salary of the average college graduate is just over 10,000 yuan, which shows how amazing the expected profit of 150,000 yuan is.

If you can really build such a big career, even if Bai Siwen is the proprietress's own son, it will be useless, and no one will have trouble with money.

Zhang Jie's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help himself with excitement. But after a while, he finally reacted and complained: "Brother Li, you can't count it like this, I also thought that if everyone gave me a dollar, then I would become a billionaire!" Where can you sell a thousand bento boxes a day! ”

Li Shanhe laughed and didn't answer, he rang the car bell and hurried forward.

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After a short time, the two arrived at the Ochanomizu Station. This is a famous cultural street, and when you walked here, you could hear the melodious sound of musical instruments from the musical instrument shops on both sides of the street.

Today, however, all of these shops have their doors unlocked and replaced by traffic control.

Today is Parade Day.

In the middle of the road, a group of people held signs of demonstration, blocking traffic. The cold wind could not hide the enthusiasm of these people, and all kinds of slogans and banners of organizations hunted and whistled in the wind.

Several buses stopped not far from Li Shanhe and the others, and a group of riot policemen holding shields lined up quickly, the policemen looked nervous, and in order to avoid escalating the situation, they lined up into a wall to block the crowd.

Li Shanhe stopped his bicycle, stood on tiptoe, and put his hand on the gazebo to take a look at the tense atmosphere in the distance. There are so many people that you can't see the edge at a glance, so I guess there are thousands of people.

The 1960s marked the beginning of the Cold War. The United States and the Soviet Union competed on the global front, and under their influence, countless civil rights movements were born not only in Japan, but also around the world.

A gust of wind blew, blowing Li Shanhe's long hair on his forehead. He stood on the side of the road in a daze, feeling the torrent of the times rolling past him.

This is the beginning of a great era. The scene in front of me is just a microcosm of this vast era. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath...... Then I choked and coughed repeatedly.

"Damn, I almost forgot, now is also the era of PM2.5 explosion...... "The haze also crossed, what is this called?"

Several traffic control policemen came over and forbade them to go any further, and if they wanted to go any further, they would have to take a detour.

Suddenly, Zhang Jie slapped his head and suddenly said, "Ah, Brother Li, I understand, let's sell bento to the police, right?" Let me tell you Brother Li, I have admired the professions of police officers since I was a child......"

"I want to too, but now I'm a capitalist," Li Shanhe shrugged and said, "With this little police in front of me, a thousand bento can't be sold at all." How can you rely on them? ”

"What? Do you really want to sell a thousand a day? I thought you were joking, Brother Li. ”

"When have I ever laughed?" Li Shanhe patted Zhang Jie on the back of the head, "If you want to read more books, you won't listen, you come to see the police, are you a good customer?" ”

The crowd of people marching was endless, and as far as the eye could see, students wearing helmets and masks were at the end of the road. They almost drowned the police, and in the crowd, the little police who were struggling to support them were really like embellishments in the surging tide, inconspicuous at all.

Zhang Jie touched the place where he was photographed, muttered a few sentences, observed for a while, and suddenly said: "The students seem to be attacking the police team in batches?" ”

Although the students' attire is similar, they are all masks + helmets + bamboo poles, but if you look closely, you can find that their hats are printed with the names of their organizations, and they are obviously divided into many small groups.

"That's right," Li Shanhe snapped his fingers, "the students continue to harass, and the police are so nervous, even if we sell to them, they won't have time to eat!" You sell them rice balls about the same, and you can eat one in two bites. ”

Zhang Jie pouted: "Rice balls? This thing doesn't make money at all! ”

"So what we are doing is not the business of the police, but the business of students," Li Shanhe said in a heartbroken education, "You are not politically conscious, not only do you have to make money yourself, but also add to the blockage of Japan's democratic process...... Oh no, add to that! ”

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When the two of them pushed their bicycles and arrived at the university circle in Bunkyo District, their destination this time was not far from here.

There are people everywhere, and the excitement in Li Shanhe's eyes is getting more and more enthusiastic, these are all excellent customers, moving banknotes!

Not long ago, Li Shanhe was looking for business opportunities, and when he checked the information here, he felt that there was an opportunity to make money.

This student movement was not a small fight, but lasted for eight years from 1960 to the present, and even spread to universities all over Tokyo.

How big is the fuss? Most universities in Tokyo have been closed for more than two years. Schools have been completely shut down and are not doing basic teaching activities.

"Suspended" means that all school activities have ceased.

-- That is to say, they, no, have, eat, eat, eat.

Which university is not tens of thousands? No matter how much trouble they make, they have to eat, drink, and Lazar, right? How big is this market?

Li Shanhe is not greedy, such a big cake, as long as he eats such a small bite, he will be satisfied.

This is his greatest confidence, grasping the needs of such a "small" handful, and making enough money to become his first pot of gold.

The two pushed their bikes and made a long detour, heading upstream of the marching crowd.

Real history is always more direct than the cold words in a book.

Li Shanhe looked left and right, and he found that these students were always giggling optimists, and the farther away from the parade, the more they could see the real side.

Groups of students get together to discuss Sayuri Yoshinaga from last night's TV series, the new American movie, and this week's "Shonen Sunday......

If it weren't for the distinctive outfits, they would be no different from ordinary college students.

"It's here, it's the destination!"

Zhang Jie was refreshed and looked out at the towering buildings in the distance, which is one of the landmarks of the University of Tokyo, the Yasuda Lecture Hall.

The University of Tokyo is Japan's premier institution of higher learning and is known as the cradle of politicians and elites. Formerly known as Imperial University, the University of Tokyo has a strong militaristic overtone. After the defeat in World War II, the Allied Command decided that the name was not good and forcibly changed its name to the University of Tokyo.

However, on both sides of the main entrance of the University of Tokyo, two columns of large characters are painted with eye-catching paint:

"The Emperor is disintegrating!"

"Rebellion is justified!"

At the top of the main entrance, there is a portrait that is familiar to the people of the whole country.

Li Shanhe scratched his head, folded his hands, and bowed to the portrait hanging in front of the Dongda Iron Gate, Taizu bless, let me make a fortune this time!

One bye-bye, the other looking left and right, in this sensitive area, the two of them are dressed as normal people, but they are especially abnormal, attracting countless eyes.

"You two, don't get in the way." A female student wearing an armband of "Discipline" walked over, and several followers followed suit, and it turned out to be a small leader.