When Li Guangzhi lifted the warm curtain and walked out of the small ramen restaurant on the street, his face turned a little blue.

Just now, he and Gao Dali ate seven large bowls of ramen in this restaurant. After settling the account, Gao Dali, who had only eaten three bowls, had already touched his stomach and burped, and after eating four bowls, he felt that he was only seven or eight points full.

The sudden increase in the amount of food in the past two days after waking up made Li Guangzhi feel a little headache.

He roughly settled the score. According to this diet, even if he and Gao Dali only eat the cheapest ramen every day, the monthly food bill will have to run up to 300,000 yen. This is just the cost of food, and if you add the rent and other odd expenses, the 800,000 yen he managed to scrape together is estimated to not last even two months.

Of course, as long as you can find a way to make money in Tokyo, this problem is not too serious. However, he suddenly became a rice bucket for no reason, which made Li Guangzhi very depressed, and at the same time a little faintly worried.

When he was fine in the past two days, he also paid attention to his physical condition. But apart from being in good spirits and sleeping less, he didn't feel anything abnormal. The strength has not increased, the reaction speed has not become faster, and the brain has not become smarter. He couldn't figure out where all the energy from the digestion of the excess food was going.

He also wondered if it was a physical mutation brought about by the time travel. But the thought only made him more depressed. People who cross mutations are all accompanied by gold fingers, or even golden thighs. But what about your turn? The amount of food is so big that you can't feed yourself quickly, is this the rhythm of sending a "golden hind leg" to drag your hind legs?

"Brother Guangzhi, what's wrong? Something pulled into the store? Gao Dali on the side saw him standing still, poked him in the waist and asked.

Li Guangzhi shook his head silently, patted Gao Li's shoulder, and then turned around and walked towards the street.

The question of "golden hind legs" was temporarily put out of his mind. It is a waste of time to search for answers to such unsolvable questions and to complain about anger. What he needs to think about now is to find a place to settle in Tokyo and then hurry up and make money!

He led Gao Dali out of the small street and turned back to the street where the subway station was located. Li Guangzhi just checked this street on the map, and it is called the Ring Seven Ring Road, which is the Seventh Ring Road in Tokyo. However, in Li Guangzhi's view, this ring road, which only has only two lanes in both directions, is simply insulting to the title of ring road when compared with the fourth ring road and five lanes in Beijing.

Li Guangzhi and his wife walked along the sidewalk all the way to the east, and after walking through two intersections, they finally saw the signboard of a real estate agency at the corner of a T-junction.

This is a half-old two-story building, because it is built on the corner, the east and north sides of the first floor are floor-to-ceiling glass windows, on which are neatly pasted with real estate information sheets.

Li Guangzhi stood in front of the window and studied for a while, the content of the information sheet was very detailed and comprehensive, and the address, area, rent, management fee and other items of the house were clearly written. After roughly browsing through a dozen lists, he had a rough idea of the rent level in the area.

Probably because of the lunch break, there are not many people in the store. When Li Guangzhi pushed the door in, he only saw a half-bald middle-aged man sitting behind the desk facing the store door, and a young man lying on the right hand side of the store door writing on the table.

Hearing the ringing of the doorbell as the door was pushed open, the young man hurriedly got up and greeted him. When he was about to say a welcome speech with a smile on his face, he suddenly found that one of the two men who came in was as tall as a hill, and the other was so fierce that he wrote on his forehead that I am Yakuza.

Li Guangzhi smiled kindly at the young man and took the initiative to speak:

"Hello, my brother and I are planning to rent a house in Banqiao District, do you have any recommendations for cheaper prices here?"

The young man was relieved to see that the two were indeed guests who had come to rent a house and not Yakuza, who had come to collect protection money.

"I'm really sorry for the rudeness! You two, please take a seat, please sit here. ”

He quickly bowed 90 degrees to Li Guangzhi and the two, and while apologizing in his mouth, he pulled another chair from the side and put it in front of his desk, and politely beckoned the two to sit down, and then sat back in his seat.

"That, the contemptible person is Ishii Daichi, the intern manager of Aoki Real Estate Itabashi store, this is my business card, please take care of it!"

The young man handed over the two business cards, glanced at Gao Dali with some fear, and then turned to Li Guangzhi and continued:

"I don't know what price you want to rent, do you have a favorite location? We have excellent properties in various areas of Itabashi-gu, so you will be sure to find a satisfactory house for both of you. ”

Li Guangzhi sat there and listened to the young man's introduction, and he always felt that something was wrong. He looked around for a moment, and suddenly it dawned on him that what he was not used to was that there were no computers here.

In the previous life, when real estate agents were everywhere in China, computer networked office had been popular for many years. There are several intermediary company stores on the periphery of Li Guangzhi's community, and when he passes by, he always sees a group of young girls and guys sitting behind the monitor and talking on the phone. Accustomed to this scene, he suddenly saw that the desks in front of him were bare, and he forgot for a moment that he was in 1992.

In Japan in 92, personal computers may have begun to be used in some large companies and government departments, but in service-oriented enterprises such as real estate agents, it is estimated that few companies are willing to spend this money.

"There seems to be an opportunity to make money here." A vague thought vaguely popped up in Li Guangzhi's mind.

"This 1LDK house is near the Itabashi Ward Hall, the transportation is convenient and the environment is good, the rent is only 40,000 yen per month, 1 ceremony and 3 deposits, the price is very cost-effective, what do the two guests think?"

The introduction of the young intermediary drew Li Guangzhi's attention back, and he frowned and asked:

"What does this 1 rite and 3 charge mean?"

Li Guangzhi and Gao Dali's previous residence in Sapporo was rented by people from the gang, and the memories he inherited from the original owner of the body were already somewhat fragmented. Therefore, he basically has no idea about some of the rules and details of renting a house in Japan.

The young agent looked at him in some surprise, and then looked sideways at the middle-aged bald man who was dozing, and then lowered his voice and said:

"I would venture to ask, aren't you Japanese?"

"Yes, both of me are Chinese, and I came from Hokkaido just now." Li Guangzhi replied casually, but he used Chinese.

He smiled at the young agent and said, "Dude, you are also Chinese, right?" Hehe, as soon as I hear your Japanese accent, I can hear it. ”

The young agent smiled knowingly, and also said in Chinese: "Yes, we Chinese speak Japanese, and we can't always learn the taste of the Japanese." ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to Li Guangzhi and said, "Let's get to know me again, I, Sun Dazhi, am from the Northeast." What do you call them? ”

Before Li Guangzhi could open his mouth, Gao Dali next to him grabbed Sun Dazhi's hand in front of him, and said excitedly:

"Oh, it turns out that we are all fellow villagers in the Northeast, you said it earlier! Great wisdom, huh? My name is Gao Dali, and you can call me Dali. This is my brother Hiroshi, I am both from the Northeast, and I came to Japan as a descendant of orphans, and I have been here for seven or eight years, and I have been staying in Hokkaido. What year are you? How long have you been in Tokyo?"

Gao Dali's chatter mode was fully opened under the excitement, and his voice was loud and urgent, and only his voice was heard in the whole store. The middle-aged bald man who was dozing next to him was woken up and stared at this side with small eyes in confusion.

Sun Dazhi's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he took advantage of the short gap between Gao Dazhi's words to ask eagerly:

"Are you also orphans? Me too! Are you coming to Tokyo for the Katsurakawa Park party? ”

The so-called residual orphans are the abbreviation of residual orphans. It refers to Japanese orphans under the age of 13 who were abandoned in China due to separation from their families or the death of their families during the retreat and repatriation of the Japanese invaders and members of the "Manchu-Mongolian Pioneer Regiment" after Japan's defeat and surrender in 1945, and were raised by the Chinese.

At the end of the 70s, Japan's Asahi Shimbun made a series of in-depth reports on the origin and survival status of this group, which caused a sensation in Japan. Under pressure from public opinion, the Japanese government began a formal and organized search for and repatriation of these remaining orphans and their descendants in 1981.

In the 10 years from 1981 to 1991, the Japanese government found and approved the repatriation of more than 1,200 orphans, and the total number of orphans in this group was about 4,000, including their spouses and children. In 2010, that number grew to more than 40,000.

The Japanese government's attitude towards this group is ambivalent. On the one hand, the pressure of domestic public opinion has forced them to face up to and accept this group of people who are indeed nominally nationals. On the other hand, the very existence of this group is evidence of the Japanese government's abandonment of its own people after its defeat in the war.

Therefore, on the surface, the Japanese government has been spending a lot of money and energy to find the remaining orphans in China, but in fact, it is extremely harsh on the living arrangements of the disabled orphans who have returned to China, and has not given them sufficient protection in terms of life, work, and social welfare after returning to China.

Therefore, most of these disabled and orphaned people who have returned to Japan are very unsatisfactory in their lives in Japan. Especially teenagers like Li Guangzhi and Gao Dali, who came with their parents at the age of 12 or 3, have always felt the exclusion and malice of their surroundings when they were growing up. Although they are much better at language communication than their parents, it is also difficult to integrate into the mainstream of Japanese society.

Because of this, the second and third generations of these orphans who grew up in Japan are extremely close and united. In their view, in the entire Japanese society, only people who belong to the same identity as the descendants of orphans can understand each other and be truly their own people.

This is also the reason why Sun Dazhi was particularly surprised when he learned that Li Guangzhi and the others were also orphaned descendants.