Morning, 10 a.m.

Sakaki snuggled into the sofa and wiped his sweat.

Those fans are so fanatical that he can't resist it.

Hundreds of leaflets were "sent" in just two hours.

It's not quite appropriate to use the word hair.

The way they use it is "grabbing".

Open robbery.

Fans snatched the flyer, flipped to the blank side on the spot, and took out a pen to ask him to sign it.

Such an unreasonable demand, of course, Sakaki Makoto is....

Readily agreed.

He can become a celebrity, thanks to the "vigorous" publicity of the daily sales TV station.

After a night of fermentation of public opinion, his name was passed on by word of mouth, and it became popular all over the streets and alleys overnight.

Even the next day, he could still see his handsome face on the TV on the side of the road.

The newspapers are also full of reports about themselves.

The kind that monopolizes a single page.

Be a celebrity...

It's also very annoying....

Sakaki sighed, rubbed his sore wrist, and closed his eyes to take a nap.

So much had happened in the first two days, and his brain was already overloaded.

In addition, I went to work for the first time today, came a little early, and did not get enough sleep.

The whole person has a feeling of prostration.

At ten o'clock, the number of customers in the bank gradually increased, such as the president who handled business, the entrepreneur who came to ask for a loan, and the ordinary person who made a demand time deposit....

One after another, the traffic does not stop.

Bank of Mitsubishi is a very well-known big bank, and business is booming.

The female staff at the counter were busy pressing the call button.

Masami Hirota sat in the third seat, wearing square glasses and greeting each guest with a professional smile.

The bank was full of people, and Sakaki Makoto couldn't sleep while sitting at the door, so he could only open his eyes and look at her.

Gin asked him to report on Masami Hirota's movements every day, and he always had to say why.

After watching it for a while, Sakaki lost interest.

It's just too mechanical.

He didn't have to look to know what Masami Hirota was going to do next.

[Hello, this gentleman/madam, what business do you want to handle?] (laughs)】

[Ah, yes, it's a fixed deposit, okay, please give me your My Number Card and passbook.] (laughs)】

Thank you for your support to Bank of Tsutsubishi, and welcome to visit us next time. (laughs)】

Smile, smile, isn't she tired?

Sakaki tilted his head, a little puzzled in his heart.

Sitting upright and smiling sweetly, if you want to last like this for a whole afternoon, Sakaki Makoto can't stand it.

Dry as a chip.

What did Gin make him stare at Masami Hirota?

If it's all like this, you don't need to go out on your own at all.

Isn't this a forty-meter knife cutting butter, a tyrannical thing!

Sakaki remembered the director of tea hair research in the institute again.

She... It's a bit similar to Masami Hirota....

"Hey!"

Kitamura Hisamitsu inspected the hall and happened to see Makoto Sakaki, who was idle, and his eyes widened.

"You're hiding here and being lazy!"

"I'm going to deduct a day's wages from you!"

Sakaki frowned:

"Which eye did you see that I was lazy?"

Kitamura Hisamitsu sneered: "Not lazy? ”

"Have you finished handing out the flyers?"

"It's done."

Hisamitsu Kitamura: "? ”

"Hundreds of flyers, you can hand them out in two hours?!"

Hisamitsu Kitamura screamed in disbelief.

In order to let Sakaki Makoto experience the cold wind in the first month, he specially arranged for him to triple the workload.

It takes a normal person a day to send out 200 tickets, but he can send out these hundreds in two hours?

Kitamura Hisamitsu glanced at the clock on the wall, and a few green tendons burst out on his forehead.

He wondered why.

This kid must have stuffed the flyer in the trash!

Hmph, if you find a lot of leaflets in the trash can....

I can justifiably dismiss you!

Kitamura Hisamitsu showed a malicious smile and patted Makoto Sakaki on the shoulder:

"Oh, it's not easy, since you're done handing out flyers, let's rest for a while."

"I'll go out and have a look."

Sakaki nodded inexplicably, thinking:

Is this grandson thief transgendered?

Why did you suddenly change your face?

It's really more fickle than that monkey.

Kitamura Hisamitsu walked out of the gate, his eyes like a detection radar, instantly locking on the four trash cans in the front, back, left and right.

He coughed, walked to the vending machine on the street, bought a can of hot coffee, and drank it as he walked to the trash can.

Bang Dang!

The moment he threw the can into the trash can, Kitamura Hisamitsu quickly lowered his head, glanced inside the trash can, then raised his head, straightened his clothes seriously, and left seriously.

No...

Next!

Walking to the second trash can, Kitamura squatted down, pretending to tie his shoelaces while peeking inside the trash can.

Or not ....

Next!

In the third garbage can, Kitamura Hisamitsu lit a cigarette, swallowed the clouds and exhaled the fog, cautiously glanced at the passers-by, snuffed it out, lowered his head, and did it in one go.

Ah?

Or not?

It's weird...

It's not scientific...

There are only four garbage cans around here, and you will run to another block if you go any further....

Since none of these three are there, it must be the last one!

Quickly walked to the last trash can, this time Kitamura Hisamitsu didn't install it, and directly opened the trash can and glanced at it.

I didn't see anything but garbage.

"Oh? I don't believe it yet..."

He bent down and began to rummage through the trash can.

Bang la la la ...

He turned the trash can inside out and didn't see a single leaflet.

When he raised his head, there was some doubt that life was born....

How is that possible?

Even if Sakaki didn't throw the leaflets into the trash, there should be leaflets in the trash can!

He's still thinking about finding a random one to frame Sakakikoto...

But how can this trash can be cleaner than his face?

Just when he was puzzled, he suddenly noticed that there was something strange in the gaze around him.

When I turned my head, I found that many pedestrians were looking at me obliquely, and some of them were even pointing.

He looked at the trash can in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he understood why.

"Listen to me, I'm not picking up trash!"

"I'm the security captain of the Bank of Tsutsubishi!"

The chatter around became louder.

Kitamura Hisamitsu suddenly became anxious: "What I said is true!" ”

"You have to trust me!"

"Kitamura!"

"What are you doing!"

Hearing this scolding, Kitamura Hisamitsu's body shook.

Looking back slowly, I saw that under the lights, his black-faced uncle --- the manager of the West Village was standing.

"Jing, manager!"

Kitamura Hisamitsu stood up and said nervously: "I, I'm on a daily patrol!" ”

Nishimura Hirayama looked at the messy garbage can behind him, and then at the strange and disdainful gazes of passers-by....

Gradually, his face turned red.

"You patrol the trash cans every day?!"

"Are you afraid that there are suspicious characters hidden in the trash can?!"

"Do you know if you're wearing a Mitsubishi Bank uniform?"

"Get out of here!"

"You've lost all the face of Mitsubishi Bank!"

"Something that doesn't fight for it!"