When Gao Dali learned that Li Guangzhi actually went to give the high school girl English instructions, he was so surprised that his mouth opened so much that he could stuff two eggs.

"Brother Guangzhi, when will you be able to speak English?"

"Brother Guangzhi, you didn't graduate from high school, where did you learn English?"

"Brother Guangzhi, last time we picked up two foreigners in Susukino, you couldn't even speak a word of English at that time, so you would gesture with others, why do you know it now?"

From the time the two of them went out to the time they got on the commuter bus of the factory, Gao Dali, who had a tendon, had been entangled with Li Guangzhi about this problem, and Li Guangzhi's brain was about to explode.

Finally, Li Guangzhi, who was asked, had no choice but to pretend to be mysterious and say to Gao Dali:

"Dali, do you remember that I had a headache and dizziness for a month? Actually, it wasn't illness, it was a dream I had all day dreaming of a white-bearded old man who kept talking in my head. ”

Speaking of this, Li Guangzhi deliberately lowered his voice and said: "That old man is reading, I seem to have a lot of things in my head, and people have become a lot smarter." I think it might be the gods in the sky who are igniting me! ”

Gao Dali was about to start talking excitedly when he heard it, but Li Guangzhi covered his mouth.

"Shhhh Don't yell at me, we have to keep it a secret! ”

Gao Dali whimpered and shook his head, broke Li Guangzhi's hand away, and also lowered his voice and said confusedly and excitedly:

"Brother Guangzhi, you're not making up nonsense to fool me, are you? Are there really gods in this world? ”

Li Guangzhi looked serious and said solemnly: "Dali, do you think I have suddenly become a lot smarter?" If it weren't for the immortal enlightenment, how could I have understood so much at once? Isn't that the reason, you say? ”

"I saw you as my own brother and told you this big secret. Don't go around telling me! You know? ”

Gao Dali nodded happily, it seemed that Li Guangzhi had been enlightened by the gods, and he was also honored.

But after a while, his mood suddenly dropped. Li Guangzhi saw that he hung his head and looked entangled and lost, and couldn't help but ask with concern:

"Strongly, what's wrong with you? Aren't you glad that the old fairy didn't come to enlighten you? ”

"No, Brother Guangzhi. I thought, Brother Guangzhi, you have become so smart now, so you are still my former Brother Guangzhi, right? ”

Li Guangzhi saw that Gao Dali's vicious face showed a childish expression of fear of being abandoned at this time, and his heart couldn't help but move. He remembered the first month when he had just crossed over and was so sick that he almost wore it back, and Gao Dali had taken good care of him. Gao Dali, this child, although he is very reckless, although his brain does not like to think about things, but he really didn't say anything about his brotherhood!

He stretched out his hand and rubbed two handfuls on Gao Li's head, then grabbed his shoulders and said solemnly:

"Dali, you can rest assured, I will be your brother Guangzhi in this life! When my brother is developed in Ming'er, I will take you to live a good life together! ”

As for how to live a good life in the future, in the past few days, Li Guangzhi has gradually sorted out a more detailed plan in his heart.

His plan was to work in the factory for two months with peace of mind, and strive to earn 2 million yen with Gao Dali. Then he left 400,000 yuan for Gao Dali, exchanged 1.6 million yen for US dollars and brought them back to China, and then exchanged US dollars for RMB on the domestic black market.

Li Guangzhi has a vague impression that the difference between the official exchange rate and the black market in the early 90s was almost doubled.

He roughly estimated that after such a reversal, he would be able to have 17 or 80,000 yuan in hand in China. With this money, he can find a way to make money while trying to find a way to get close to and help his mother in his previous life.

In Japan, he can't even count on such a big advantage as rebirth. But when he arrived in China, he still remembered a lot of ideas to make a fortune in his head. Not to mention the stock market and border trade, which have relatively high costs and risks, just by virtue of his current status as a Japanese, he will register a foreign-funded company after returning to China, and then get two tax-free black-plate imported cars to resell, which is also a lot of money.

He thought that after he laid a good foundation in China, he would take Gao Dali over and the two brothers would make a fortune together. Gao Dali took care of him in Sapporo for a month, which was equivalent to saving his life. He, Li Guangzhi, is not a person without conscience, and he can still do it if he is rich and noble, don't forget this

When the two arrived at the factory and changed their work clothes in the locker room, Li Guangzhi found that there seemed to be a lot fewer people today. After inquiring, I found out that today was Saturday, and according to the rules of the factory, one-third of the people in the handling team could take turns off.

Generally speaking, there is definitely less work on weekends than usual, and even if there are fewer people on duty, it is a little faster than usual. Unexpectedly, two large orders for temporary delivery suddenly came this morning, and the whole factory was busy. The porters who worked were commanded by the dispatcher to take off and run, and even the South American half-bloods who usually liked to be lazy were scolded so that they didn't dare to play tricks.

When he was resting at noon, Li Guangzhi watched a group of workers slumped in the locker room, beating their legs and rubbing their shoulders, sighing and sighing. I can't help but sigh in my heart, fortunately I have a gold finger blessed by endurance, otherwise, the job of a cold storage porter is really hard.

The most uncomfortable part of this job is not how tiring it is to move things, but the special environment of cold storage.

The daytime temperature in Tokyo is around 20 degrees Celsius, and the temperature in the cold storage is usually minus 20 degrees Celsius. Every day, the porters have to carry dozens of kilograms of goods back and forth in this environment with a temperature difference of 40 degrees. Especially when you are sweating profusely, drill into the cold storage at minus 20 degrees, and the sweat-soaked clothes on your body will become damp and sticky in less than two minutes, wrapping your body coldly and penetrating the cold into your body a little bit.

People who work in cold storage, no matter how young and strong they are, as long as they work for more than half a year, they will basically get arthritis.

That's why this job is so high and the benefits are very good, but few Japanese people are willing to do it.

Li Guangzhi waited for Gao Dali to rest for a while to ease up, and then forced him to change the sweaty **, and then walked to the canteen with him.

There were fewer people in the cafeteria today than usual, Li Guangzhi walked around the selection table, and soon filled the plates, and was about to find a random seat to sit down and eat, but suddenly saw Lao Zhang Zheng sitting there alone in the far corner.

As soon as his heart moved, he pulled Gao Dali and walked towards Lao Zhang's table.

Lao Zhang is the honest man who was sick and hospitalized before and wanted to delay the payment of the money, Li Guangzhi plans to talk to him and see if he can get some news from him.

When Li Guangzhi chatted with those workers before, as long as the topic involved the foreman Fujiwara, those people would be vague, as if Fujiwara was a plague god and would be unlucky when he mentioned his name. This made Li Guangzhi more and more curious.

Li Guangzhi sat down next to Lao Zhang, picked up a sausage from the plate and took two bites, and then pretended to ask casually:

"Hey, Lao Zhang, why are you sitting alone with such a sad face? Is your child's illness getting better? ”

When he saw Lao Zhang raise his face and look at him suspiciously, he explained:

"Didn't you tell Lao Lin about this when you signed the timesheet yesterday, I will be behind you at that time."

Lao Zhang frowned and shook his head, but did not speak, and then lowered his head and focused on picking up rice in his mouth, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic with Li Guangzhi.

He didn't want to talk about it, but Li Guangzhi didn't mean to let him go.

Li Guangzhi ate the remaining half of the sausage, then put down the utensils, turned sideways to Lao Zhang and asked, "Lao Zhang, I heard you mention to Lao Lin yesterday about a piece of money, what does this money mean?" ”

Lao Zhang's hand stopped, and he nervously raised his head to look at Li Guangzhi, with a look of panic and pleading on his face.

Li Guangzhi deliberately chose Lao Zhang as the object of inquiry, and what he liked was his timidity and honesty. Ignoring the pleading expression on Lao Zhang's face, he further asked:

"If you don't say it, I can guess that this part of the money is a rule set by the foreman Fujiwara, right? What are the rules, can you tell me? ”

Lao Zhang looked like he was about to cry, he looked around, as if he wanted to find someone to save him. But the rest of the people in the cafeteria were busy filling their stomachs, and no one paid attention to this remote corner.

"What do you have to ask me for? Anyway, Fujiwara himself will tell you about this rule on Monday. Lao Zhang was oppressed by Li Guangzhi's figure, and finally answered.

"Lao Zhang, in fact, you don't have to wait for you and Fujiwara to tell me, I can see from you that this rule set by Fujiwara will definitely not be a good thing, right?"

"I've always been curious, speaking of which, we Chinese in the factory obviously have an advantage in numbers, but the foreman who sets the rules is Fujiwara, a South American. Why is that? What is so powerful about this Fujiwara? What is his basis? ”

Having said this, Li Guangzhi finally revealed his true intentions.

Lao Zhang probably understood that Li Guangzhi would not give up if he didn't figure out the problem today, but his expression at this time was much calmer, and he replied in a low voice:

"Fujiwara has a sister who is the mistress of the factory director. If anyone offends him, he can fire him with a report. Most of the Chinese working here are unidentified smugglers, all pointing to the wages here to support their families and pay back the money for the snakeheads, how dare they do it against him? And he doesn't have to set a lot of rules, pay him 20,000 yen a week when he pays his salary, and he won't trouble you. ”

Li Guangzhi listened to Lao Zhang's answer, touched his chin and groaned for a long time, and then finally asked:

"Lao Zhang, I heard that you are the one who has been working here for the longest time, and you know a lot about the situation in the factory. So, do you know where this Fujiwara lives now? ”

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