In addition to the cover articles for important news, the Weekly also published many domestic economic hotspots in recent days. Each hotspot means the flow of a large amount of funds and materials, which many businesses must pay attention to.

After more than two hours of flying to Tokyo, Fujita was approaching landing carefully, and the flight attendant came out to remind him to fasten his seat belt. He was halfway through the sight, and a message triggered his idea but he didn't have time to take a few more glances.

Today, the airflow at Narita Airport was unstable and the plane landed a little bumpy.

After stopping, Fujita got up to pick up his luggage. The second Japanese devils who were sitting next to him seemed anxious in the second half of the voyage. Seeing that Fujita wanted to leave, he couldn't help but say something.

But Fujita didn't give the other party a chance. He knew very well what these two Japanese wanted - now the real Japanese have gone bankrupt and committed suicide due to the economic crisis and left the streets. How could there be a good position left for outsiders?

It's really a dream.

This should be a government-sponsored student, and he didn't even learn Japanese well. The naturalization theory was probably made up in front of relatives for the sake of face.

After leaving the airport, a friend drove to pick Fujita up. The other party was older than Fujita. When they met, they laughed and shouted: "Damn Fujita, you traitor dared to come back? Do you know how many people in the club want to kill you?"

"Senior, I'm so sorry for causing trouble for you." Fujita stepped forward and bowed.

My friend was from the small club "Asian Club". Because Fujita was talking about running trains in the Imperial Capital, a group of members who were jokingly accused by the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office.

"I really can't do anything to you." The senior smiled and patted Fujita on the shoulder, "It's good to come back, everyone doesn't care about your business. Many people regard being interrogated by the local prosecutor's office as a proud experience, and have boasted about it for two years."

After getting in the car, his senior friend took Fujita to his house to meet other friends. The car started and his first sentence was: "Fujita, there is bad news, you have been ordered to retire."

Fujita smiled bitterly and shook his head. He caused a lot of trouble. Toshiba Machine Tool Business Department would definitely not let him go back to be the deputy minister. It would be a good treatment to let him retire and receive a pension.

“How is the situation in Tokyo recently?”

"Which aspect do you ask?"

"Is it easy to find a job?"

"Oh, the education of street cleaners in Tokyo has increased recently. Many department heads, ministers and even presidents have personally gone to the bottom of society to experience life."

"Senior, this is not funny at all."

"So what do you want me to say?"

Seeing Fujita having a stern face, there was no smile. The senior grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and patted his shoulder with the other, "Happy, the best news now is that we have fallen to the bottom and will climb up every day in the future."

Fujita was not happy at all when he heard the news. The senior did not forget to comfort him, "Don't be too sad, everything will be fine. Look at me, I have been working as a taxi driver for almost a year now, and I think it's pretty good."

"But you used to be..."

"I won't talk about this, I won't talk about it."

The senior friend waved his hand and took advantage of the situation to wipe the corners of his wet eyes, "I can still hold on, but it's not the worst time. If it really doesn't work, I'll go and surrender to you. In fact, you shouldn't come back at all, and many people envy you."

The car drove out of Tokyo and parked in front of an apartment in the suburbs. My senior friend got off the car and went to buy a few bottles of sake, plus the food sold at the convenience store, and walked into the apartment gate with both hands.

The apartment was very small but there were several people living there. The senior shouted when he entered the door: "Ito, Yoshino, Harada, come out quickly. Fujita is back."

A few middle-aged people came out of the apartment, and one of them wore glasses and complained: "Senior Tanaka, can you speak quietly? This is so rude. The landlord has said it many times. Every time I have to apologize for you."

"What are you afraid of? At worst, let the landlord drive me away. Now someone rents his house and even if he is lucky." The senior who rented the rent put down the wine and food indifferently.

Another person next to him seemed to be asleep and went up to complain, "Is there only so much food? It's not even a good time to drink."

Another person appeared, but walked up to Fujita and greeted him: "Fujita, you are finally back. Today is indeed worth celebrating. Have you brought some back...?"

Fujita always thought he was in trouble, but looking at the four friends who were in a down-and-out house, he asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you? Yoshino, why did you become like this?"

Yoshino was the one who had not woken up, his eyes were black and he was shaking when he walked. He seemed to have just seen his return friend at this moment, and he shouted in a lengthening voice: "Oh... Fujita Kar. You are so lucky, you avoid all your troubles."

Tanaka, who was renting, pulled Yoshino to the sofa and placed a table to arrange wine and food. Ito, who was wearing glasses, whispered next to Fujita: "Yoshino's wife left with her children and all her savings, leaving only a bunch of debts for him."

Fujita stared in surprise.

Ito continued: "Tanaka's senior company went bankrupt last year and now it's rented for a living. Harada has been looking for a job everywhere, and it has been a year since I was looking for a job. I still work in a bank, but I'm afraid I'll face layoffs recently."

In 1994, Japan's worst economic moment. Now you have to make an appointment to jump off the building on the rooftop. Many people walk into the mountains and forests, disappear themselves and do not cause trouble for others.

Fujita was still thinking about coming back to awaken the people. Seeing the current situation of these people, he suddenly felt that these teammates were probably unable to lead them.

Several old men, the youngest, were in their forties, sat around a folding table. There were five bottles of sake, as small as a small one, plus a dish in plastic bags.

A plate of fried chicken nuggets, a few skewers, and a bag of stews. The Japanese name is Nanman chicken nuggets, roasted birds, and Kanto cooked. Does the latter name feel that it is so high? In fact, there is no difference.

A light bulb was hanging over the head, and five men sat around and ate such a little food, which would definitely not fill their stomachs. The wine in the bottle could not even numb the nerves, so they could only make people stare at each other.

Yoshino, who had run away from his wife and children, held the bottle of wine, and had already achieved the ability to drink without getting drunk, and he was drunk by himself. His eyes were dazed, his body shaking, staring at Fujita opposite him, "Why are you going to come back?"

"I'm very sorry." Fujita knelt at the table, lowered his head and apologized for a long time. I don't know what he's sorry, but he just apologized anyway.

Yoshino shook his head hard, waiting for his dark eyes and said, "We can't find a job, you have a job but don't want it. Give me your job. Do you know how much I want a job?"

"I'm back this time, I want to report it..." Fujita nodded suddenly, trying to start talking about some serious matters.

But Yoshino pounded the table heavily and said angrily: "Who wants to listen to what you say now? I don't want to go into the forest and disappear one day, I still want to live. But I have nothing left now. This is the real problem."

The wine, food, juice and water on the table splashed, and the folding table was almost overturned. Several people quickly reached out to hold the table, but no one blamed Yoshino.

Fujita wiped the sauce splashed on his face and asked uncomfortablely: "Is the situation really that bad now? Is there no hope?"

Ito of the bank whispered in frustration: "The monetary policy has been tightened, and many companies cannot get loans and have to go bankrupt. It is useless to try my best to do it. This is the policy above."

Tanaka, who rented it for rent, was also unhappy and drank a drink. "The yen has been appreciating continuously, and exports have shrunk significantly. I lost all overseas orders and could not get a loan, so I had to go bankrupt."
Chapter completed!