After leaving the school, Makoto Kyushu entered a nearby subway station and headed to his part-time job.

A poor egg like Makoto Kyushu, who has no father, no mother, no house and no inheritance, has to work every day to maintain a basic life, and even needs to work overtime.

He works in Kamurochcho, Shinjuku Ward, known as the "Windy Moon Resort" of Tokyo.

As one of Tokyo's liveliest and most chaotic neighborhoods, Kamurocho is home to a plethora of customs and industries. Even today, after the implementation of the "Organized Crime Countermeasures Act", there are still a large number of underworld forces entrenched here.

Before it was dark, the streets were already filled with the smoke and fire of the night market.

Neon signs flicker, passers-by looking for bars and shops, beautiful girls in maid costumes standing on the side of the road handing out flyers, tourists with different Chinese come here to make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, people in the case are looking for fat sheep with goblin-like greedy eyes, and there are college students on the street who are playing guitars and singing the Japanese version of "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold"...

Makoto Kyushu walked around in Kamuro Town, and stopped in front of a store with a flashing sign:

【Tokyo Gensokyo~Tokyo☆Wonderland!】 】

If you see a whole wall of photos of handsome guys posted on the front of the store, you can know that this is a bar with a male public relations service.

Of course, Makoto Kyushu's job has nothing to do with male PR, he is just a bar waiter who is responsible for running errands.

After the death of Makoto Kyushu's parents, there was once an underworld who came to collect debts. But when they saw the young man's pitiful and decrepit appearance, they took pity on him and recommended him to work here.

This is called "the dog saw you and cried all night and made you four dishes and one soup".

The manager here is generous, paying him 1,500 yen an hour, while the average part-time job in Tokyo is only 1,200 yen an hour.

Not only that, but the store manager asked Makoto Kyushu to work until late every day and then go home, and the salary was paid by the hour, which seemed to be deliberately making him work overtime.

However, in this way, this after-school job violates the school rules, and naturally cannot be registered with the school.

Makoto Kyushu was also forced to choose this job out of desperation. If he is allowed to work at a convenience store that pays 1,000 yuan an hour, and he does not work more than 30 hours a week according to the regulations, he will have to choose between "starving to death" and "dropping out of school" sooner or later.

After all, the average student works to make a living, and he works to survive.

Walking into the store, Makoto Kyushu greeted his colleagues, changed into a waiter costume and started working.

His daily work is nothing more than cleaning, helping with errands, shopping and handing out flyers, and serving tea and water to customers.

In fact, Kyushu Cheng himself knows that the store manager also saw him pitiful and let him work. The job doesn't have to be his, and it's not worth the high salary.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were not many guests, Makoto Kyushu took out cleaning tools and mopped the floor again, and wiped the table one by one.

Just as he was cleaning, a young man with a "Claude" hairstyle shouted to him: "Hey, help me store this bottle in the cellar!" ”

Before Kyushu Cheng could react, the male publicist threw a bottle of red wine to him in the air.

Before Makoto Kyushu could pick it up, the red wine bottle fell directly to the ground, and the glass shards and red juice splashed all over the floor, staining his uniform.

"Won't you pass it over properly?" Kyushu Cheng wiped the red juice on his shirt with his hand, stared at him and asked, "You did it on purpose!" ”

"It's accidental~ Fortunately, this bottle of wine is very cheap, you can deal with it yourself~ I'll get busy first!" The male publicist apologized insincerely, and turned to entertain the guests.

Kyushu Cheng stared at the back of the male publicist with a displeased face, and clenched the broom lever hard.

According to the original body's memory, he had been bullied in the workplace in this bar before, and the male public relations just now was one of the perpetrators.

This is also one of the reasons why Makoto Kyushu committed suicide.

The reason why he was bullied was simply because of the jealousy of his peers.

All the male publicists in the store are desperately serving customers to earn money, and they have to think about how to coax girls 24 hours a day. In addition, most male PR men earn only about 800 yen per hour, and their main income is consumption commission and tips. Why can Kyushu Cheng receive an hourly salary of 1,500 yuan as a waiter, and the basic salary is more than that of these veteran core employees?

Besides, the former Kyushu Cheng was young and weak, and he didn't fight back if he scolded and beat him back, and he almost wrote the words "declining child" on his face, which was simply the most suitable type to be bullied.

Fortunately, these male publicists are adults, so they are very measured, and the so-called "bullying" is nothing more than deliberately stumbling on him, or chewing his tongue behind his back and saying something nasty.

Compared to school, Makoto Kyushu preferred the time spent working in the store before his death.

Of course, "Chen Jiuzhou" can't stand these workplace villains at all.

Thanks to the store manager here for his kindness, he can be regarded as a host. If it weren't for the store manager's face, he would have gone bare-chested to educate all his colleagues now.

"Let's bear with me... It's work time, and it's not good to get into trouble. Kyushu Makoto whispered a word of persuasion to himself and continued to clean.

As the night deepened, the number of customers in the store increased. The air is filled with the erosive smell of drunkenness, and the colorful flashing lights and melodious dance music seem to make people dream back to that era of prosperity as bright as foam.

However, all this has nothing to do with Makoto Kyushu, his job is just to clean back and forth between the tables and boxes, and at the same time he is called around by male publicists.

"Hey, Koharu! Come here! Suddenly, a male publicist with a hedgehog hairstyle called out to Makoto Kyushu.

In order to protect the privacy of employees, all employees in the male PR bar use "nicknames", even the waiters. Makoto Kyushu's nickname is "Harukawa", and his colleagues will call him "Koharu".

"It's here, senior!" Makoto Kyushu hurriedly put down the mop and ran to the table of the male publicist.

The hedgehog-headed male PR is entertaining a young woman. She looked to be around twenty-five, with long hair tucked behind her head and a modest dress.

For some reason, the woman was hunched over her shoulders and weeping, her tissues had been thrown off the table, and her eyes were swollen.

"Senior, why did you make her cry?" Makoto Kyushu looked surprised.

PR bars are places where people come to relax and have fun, and the job of a male publicist is to bring pleasure to his customers, even to the point of anesthetizing them with lies and alcohol.

In the world of male public relations, making a guest cry is a heinous thing.

"Yikes... It's hard to deal with this guest..."The hedgehog-headed man's public relations fiddled with the sharp corners on his head, revealing innocent eyes: "Probably because she accidentally talked about her husband, so she cried non-stop, and it was useless to persuade her." ”

"Huh? A married woman? Makoto Kyushu raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Other words... Is this cheating?

Immediately afterwards, the hedgehog-headed male PR patted Makoto Kyushu on the shoulder and said to the young woman: "I'm sorry, Emmi-chan~ I'm in a bit of a hurry to leave, can you let Koharu accompany you next?" ”

"Hey! I haven't said yes yet! Kyushu Chenggang wanted to complain a few words, but the hedgehog-headed man's public relations ran away in three steps and two steps.

"Hey, you're too irresponsible, aren't you?" Kyushu Makoto stared at his back and scolded helplessly.

Obviously, the male public relations senior noticed that this guest was difficult and couldn't get oil and water, so he used Kyushu Cheng as a shield, and he himself took the golden cicada out of his shell and went to find other fat sheep.

It is also a form of "workplace bullying" and has happened more than once. In Makoto Kyushu's memory, male PR colleagues would often deliberately push poor and troublesome customers to him. In his previous life, Kyushu Cheng happened to be a gloomy social phobia man who was not good at words, and every time he was overwhelmed, he was so anxious that he wanted to kill himself against a wall.

What's more, I'm just a waiter, so it stands to reason that I can't receive guests.

Makoto Kyushu suddenly felt that it was still necessary for him to talk to his colleagues so that they could know how to love the juniors in the workplace.

But until then, he couldn't let go of the weeping woman.

"That's... What do you call you? Makoto Kyushu and the young woman looked at each other for a moment, then plucked up the courage to ask.