Total, there are more than 200,000.

Living in Tokyo, housing is the most important expense.

But this house was originally left to him by his family, so he didn't have to worry about this problem.

After deducting his daily expenses, he may be able to save a small amount of money this month.

However, this is still far from his goal.

Qing Anran has a little dream.

He wanted to open a bookstore or milk tea shop when he could no longer work, hire a few employees, and walk the birds or write books when he was free. He had thought of the title of the book, and it was called "Tokyo Sleeper".

Just as he was intoxicated by his salted fish in his later years, Qing Anran suddenly smelled a faint burnt smell.

"Damn, the eggs are forgot to turn over!"

Fortunately, the rescue was timely, but the edges were a little hard and did not affect consumption.

Sitting on the sofa, eating bread and fried eggs, Qing Anran suddenly glanced at the envelope on the coffee table.

"By the way, Mr. Matsumoto gave me a sum of money last night."

Put down the bread and wipe your hands with a tissue.

Qing Anran picked up the envelope.

Before opening the envelope, he pinched it with his hands.

Judging from the thickness of the envelope, there are often scenes like this on TV.

He doesn't know how to do this skill, but he just wants to find that feeling.

But soon, he found something was wrong.

The envelope also contains small square packaging.

"Mr. Matsumoto stuffed something else?"

Qing Anran quickly opened the envelope and poured out the things inside.

Immediately afterwards, he saw all kinds of colorful...

Seeing these things, Qing Anran's face turned black in an instant.

Then, he opened the address book and deleted Mr. Matsumoto's contact information.

"Looking at such a honest Mr. Matsumoto, it turns out that he is such a person..."

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Chapter completed!