Araki woke up early this morning and felt depressed. Because he received a text message from the Yakuza organization, the other party asked to talk to him.

Talk about it?

Others may still be acceptable, but Yakuza's "talk" is not that easy to talk about. Those guys who seem to be respectful but are actually arrogant have nothing good.

The customs industry is controlled by them, the usury is controlled by them, and the drugs are controlled by them. As long as it is a gray industry that can make money, it cannot escape their relationship. They have created countless tragedies, and are cancer cells in the foot pelvic society.

"I don't know what to talk about?" Araki's good mood was ruined by this text message. He believed that he had not offended those domineering guys, but who knows what those villains who like tattoos were thinking?

"What's wrong with the child's father?" When the wife handed it over, she couldn't help but greet her when she saw Araki's face was not very good.

"Nothing." Araki took his lunch and smiled. He was in his fifties and his wife was in his forties. The two have been married for more than ten years and are one of the few model couples, and they have always respected each other. At this moment, his wife asked, and he could only laugh casually, "Don't worry, just take care of the children."

Araki said, and reached out to touch his wife's bulging abdomen with a doting expression. His wife glared at him and sent him out of the house, standing at the door until he walked away.

When he went out and squeezed into the subway, Araki swayed in the crowded carriage, staring at a large group of middle-aged people around him with unconscious eyes. Everyone was like walking corpses, with a depressing and dull atmosphere.

Araki was still thinking about Yakuza. He had to block the villains outside his house and never let them hurt his family. When he was so depressed that he couldn't help but reach out to a small inconspicuous medicine bottle in his pocket.

The medicine bottle was opened, and a small pill was poured into Araki's mouth. The effect contained in the pill began to work within a few minutes. His frown slowly relaxed, his mood immediately changed, his brain's thinking became more active, and Yakuza's little trouble seemed to be able to solve it.

"That's... Jet?" A voice rang beside Araki. He was an ordinary middle-aged man, a salaryman who rushed to work like Araki.

"Yes." Araki glanced at the other party, nodded and didn't want to say anything more.

"Good thing, very good medicine." The working people laughed and exclaimed a few times. Seeing that Araki had no idea of ​​talking, they stopped talking.

Good stuff? Maybe.

Araki didn't know how to evaluate Jet. Many people regarded it as a terrifying existence like a beast, but as a user, it was difficult for him to regard it as a simple drug. Because if Jet hadn't, he would have died long ago.

Araki is a semiconductor engineer who is responsible for memory research and development. He was once a senior engineer at the largest memory company in foot basin, "Erbida", but the financial crisis ten years ago defeated "Erbida" and also caused a heavy blow to the semiconductor industry of foot basin.

"Erbida" was acquired by "Micro" of Hawkshop, and many factories were closed and personnel were laid off. Araki's life was difficult. He changed several jobs but was unable to get excited again. The dilemma of life made him think of death.

That day, Araki was drunk on the street, and a Yakuza sold Jet to him. He had never touched drugs before and bought one, and that Jet changed his life.

Ordinary drugs make people fall into vision and auditory hallucination, but Jeter makes their brains full of electricity and light. Araki reviewed his past few years in an instant, and all kinds of mistakes made him feel ashamed. He went home and apologized to his wife in tears, and his honesty that he had never been before made the couple hug his head and cry.

That night, Araki regained his dignity as a man and husband. He once again felt that life was full of hope. He had to work hard, he had to struggle, and he wanted to take back everything he had lost in the past.

Araki once again planned the route for his future life, but Jet's medicine only has twenty-four hours...

When Araki ran to the streets of Shinjuku with frustration and decadence again, he met Yakuza, who spoke politely but could easily destroy millions of families.

"10,000 yen per pill, the price of the whole foot basin is uniform. Ishii will produce it, so it is perfect." The gangster who sold Jet saw too many people like Araki and also specifically reminded: "It is recommended to buy the amount for one week at a time and pay attention to taking it every day. If you stop the medicine for more than three consecutive days, your brain will shrink."

With Jet, Araki is as brave as a tiger. Without Jet, Araki is not even as good as a waste. He relied on Jet to find confidence in the workplace again, was praised by his colleagues, and had a good relationship with his wife and children. He even made his wife's belly bigger again, and the family lived happily.

When someone advertised Jeter's harm on the Internet, Araki couldn't help but stand up and tell his own experiences, maintaining Jeter's reputation in the dull and depressed footbath society, a drug that can make people feel comfortable, cheerful, and even regain confidence. It is by no means a drug.

After expressing his thoughts publicly for the first time, Araki found that he had countless companions. The range of Jeter spreading in his foot basin had reached a staggering level.

Araki has no disgust towards Jet, but he is always alert to Yakuza. Ten thousand yen per pill, which is said to be a social price after many reductions, which means that it will not squeeze too much, and maintain a good profit.

However, the consumption of 300,000 yen per month is still a heavy burden for ordinary people. Therefore, Yakuza will provide usury, so they don’t have to worry about borrowing money and not repaying the loan.

No one who has taken Jet can leave it. Not to mention the strong psychological addiction, the result of forced quitting is to become a fool with brain atrophy. It is Jet's characteristic that makes the fourth generation of the Ishii Society, Mushimada Kunigumi, become extremely powerful, and no one dares to reject his request.

However, Araki has good financial ability. He adheres to a minimum and does not borrow usury from Yakuza. He understands that once he borrows, he will be really done, so when Yakuza's people want to "talk" to him, he is very confused.

Although Yakuza is very bad, they still follow some rules.

He walked out of the subway in confusion, Araki slowly walked towards the building of his current company. When he walked into his office, his boss called him over, "Araki Sang, I'm sorry to inform you that you have been laid off by the company."

Nani?!

Araki was really struck by lightning now. He stood there stupidly and was stunned for a long time before he could spit out a few words, "Why?"

"I'm sorry, I can't do anything. I can only get the best repatriation treatment for you." The immediate boss also bowed, "The company has a shortage of operation and can only lay off employees."

This is nonsense, Araki doesn't believe it. But his boss didn't give him any chance to argue. He sent him out of the company's door without a cardboard box filled with his personal supplies.

The change was too sudden, and even the most powerful Jett could not make Araki feel better. He didn't jump onto the rooftop of the company building immediately and jumped down, which was already a strong sign. Because being laid off in the foot basin was a natural disaster!

Araki walked to the street outside the company building in a daze. Before he could figure out what was going on, several Yakuza, with tattoos embroidered on his neck, came over, "It's Araki, we want to talk to you."

The Yakuza gangster who was 20,000 to 80,000, made the pedestrians keep avoiding. The collars on their chests are open and the exposed tattoos are a symbol of their identity. Wherever they are, there will be no good things.

"I have nothing to talk to you about, I don't owe you money." Araki turned his head and wanted to avoid it.

"If you don't talk to us, it's not a hassle of losing your job." Yakuza, the leader, sneered with a toothpick in his mouth.

Araki suddenly became furious, "You ruined my job?"

"Hahaha, Araki Sang, don't be too anxious. Believe me, it's not difficult to let you lose your job, it's done with just one phone call." The leader Yakuza laughed, and he reached out to hook Araki's shoulder, "From now on, you can't find any job in the foot basin, no one will hire you.

You only have two roads next, either run out of your deposit and go to Dongpin’s nuclear power plant to work as a cleaner, or change the place to continue to be your semiconductor engineer. You choose."
Chapter completed!