Despite being just a tofu block article in the corner of the newspaper, Sakura Daily is a best-selling newspaper backed by Dentsu.

Over the next few days, the restaurant's business grew dramatically.

Not only the residents in the vicinity of the restaurant, but also diners from many other areas come here to try the fried rice and jade-like green cabbage that the newspaper says shines like gold.

The most intuitive manifestation of this is the skyrocketing turnover of the restaurant, which is close to 50,000 yen per day.

However, with the increase in the number of guests, problems also arise. Gou Ming was a little too busy.

He was the only one in the restaurant, and he was too busy to be both a chef and a waiter.

A lot of the time, he is to let the guests take care of themselves. Guests write their own menus and pour their own tea. In this regard, some diners have an opinion.

This is certainly not the way to go. Gou Ming has decided to hire a waiter, and as for the sous chef, it depends on the future business situation.

Gouming's restaurant business is on the rise, and the incident at St. Juliana's Hospital is fermenting throughout Sakura City, and even on the entire neon network.

It turns out that the hammer method of shooting Marufumi is correct.

A large number of melon-eating people were first attracted by hormone-filled forbidden words such as 'female bosses and male subordinates', 'female nurses', and 'captivity and abuse'.

Then Shotimaru kept throwing out various details, seducing the melon-eating crowd, and constantly disclosing the black history of Jinguji Chengmei.

In her pen, Jinguji Narumi has completely become synonymous with femme fatale and.

When the shooting pill felt that the heat was about the same, he directly threw out the fierce news that Jinguji Chengmei had taken away all the funds of the hospital.

Then one after another, she found some medical staff who were cheated back then, describing their tragic experience after suddenly losing their jobs.

So the melon-eating masses who had already eaten enough from Jinguji Chengmei got a mouthful of new melons.

Public opinion gradually changed from criticizing Jinguji Narimei's evil deeds to sympathizing with the medical staff who were killed back then.

Then Shotimaru further revealed that Jinguji Narumi was arrested and her private assets were seized, including a mansion in Luming District, with a total value of more than $20 million, most of which were held in private accounts at Black Flag' banks.

These melon-eating people were in an uproar, and soon a large number of voices appeared, demanding that the Sakura Municipal Government use the funds to pay compensation to the medical staff of the year.

Public opinion was almost one-sided, and in the end it even alarmed the cabinet.

In desperation, the government began to put downward pressure on various departments to coordinate and give priority to ensuring that the medical staff who were killed that year receive compensation.

The Neon Central Industrial Bank, the Financial Services Agency, the Tax Department and other departments that St. Uliana Hospital borrowed from the hospital back then, are using their own means to give priority to transferring this large amount of money to their own side in order to make up for the loss.

As a result, he was intervened, and the depression in his heart can be imagined.

But this is public opinion. As the so-called trend of the times, for the sake of political correctness, they absolutely did not dare to make a move to compete with the people at this time, and could only watch as the medical staff were grateful and got the compensation they deserved.

Some 'smart people' in these departments also found out that the media was behind the scenes, but when they traced it down, it was Sakura Daily, which belongs to the Dentsu Group, and suddenly lost their voices, and secretly ate this dumb loss.

Seeing the sincere smiles on the photo, Gou Ming nodded with satisfaction.

"How? That's a good job, isn't it? ”

Shooting Pill Wen, who was sitting opposite Gou Ming, asked as if he was invited.

"Great!"

Gou Ming gave her a thumbs up.

Sure enough, it is a professional person who does professional things, and when it comes to hyping up public opinion, it is still a professional media person who does it.

"In that case, you have to treat me well today!"

Shotmaru Wen laughed evilly.

"What do you want to do? I'm not a showman! ”

Gou Ming pretended to be funny and clasped his hands to his chest.

Who knew that Shotimaru looked at him with disdain.

"What do you kid think! Lady, even if I go to Roppongi to find the cowherd, I won't look for you! Everyone is a little fresh meat, handsome, and good-looking, I like it there! ”

As he spoke, Shotmaru Wen showed a carnivorous expression.

"Ahem!"

Gou Ming hurriedly coughed lightly.

Facing this old Si Ji, he admitted that she was now driving better.

After a laugh.

"Still the same?"

Gou Ming asked with a smile.

"That's right! Two servings of egg fried rice and two servings of fried cabbage! Hurry up~ I have an interview in the afternoon! ”

"Wait a minute."

Gou Ming turned and went into the kitchen.

After a while, the dishes of the Shotimaru Bun were delivered.

While she was feasting, Gou Ming began to clean up the tables after the customers had eaten.

At this time, the conversation between two high school students at the table next to him attracted Gou Ming's attention.

"Hey! Do you know about the rumors about the basketball club in our school? ”

One of them, wearing a black uniform with the word 'Seirin' on his chest and glasses, whispered to his companion who had shaved the monk's head next to him.

"Clam~~ is that the group of stupid people who ran to the roof of the building and yelled at the morning meeting, saying that they wanted to defeat the 'miracle generation' and become the first neon one?"

The boy at the head of the monk next to him looked disdainful when he mentioned the basketball club.

"I'm not talking about the bunch of, but a special rule about the basketball club."

The man with glasses leaned into his ear and said mysteriously.

"What rules?"

The monk's head immediately became interested, and the heads of the two were almost together.

"It is said that the basketball club cannot train beyond 7 p.m., and the basketball hall will be closed by 8 p.m. at the latest, and no one can enter it again."

The man in glasses said matter-of-factly.

"Cut~~! What is this, not all schools are like this. ”

The monk's head suddenly lost interest and tilted his head back.

The man with glasses was anxious all of a sudden.

"Wait until I'm done! Other clubs occasionally practice beyond this time, but for the basketball club, it's a hard and fast rule! ”

"Hard and fast rules? Why? ”

The head of the monk was slightly interested.

The glasses looked around and said with a mysterious expression.

"It is said that there are ghosts in the basketball hall at night!"

"Really!?"

The head of the monk will be skeptical.

"Why am I lying to you? This is what I was told to me by a senior in the archery club I knew. One day, in order to prepare for the summer competition, several of them practiced late, and after cleaning, it was already past 9 o'clock. Results ......"

"How did it turn out?"

The monk's interest was gradually aroused.

“…… As a result, when they passed by the basketball hall, they heard the sound of basketball slapping inside! ”

The man with glasses said gloomily.

At this time, the sun shone in through the window, and half of his face was exposed to the sun, and the other half was in the shadows, which actually looked a little gloomy.