Masayoshi Kishimoto got Katsuhei Yamaguchi and felt very good. He began to return to Ueno, Taitung District from the valley of Adachi. Now, in addition to joy, his heart was still joyful, and he did not have the twelve-in mood when he came here.

At that time, he was sitting on a taxi and felt that the four-wheeled car was driving very slowly, and he wanted to get on a rocket or just make a space transfer.

When he returned, Kishimoto Masayoshi no longer chose to take a taxi, but walked towards the subway station. He knew that Tokyo's public transportation system was very developed, and even if he lived in the surrounding area outside District 23, it would not be inconvenient for transportation.

However, it is certain that the rush hour is crowded in the morning and evening. This is better than that in many remote places in Japan, there is only one bus a day, and there is not even a bus, so it is so good that I don’t know where to go.

There have been cases where the tempered glass doors in Tokyo have been cracked, which shows how great their daily capacity is.

In this period of time, it is not the peak of morning and evening. Kishimoto Masayoshi must be able to find an empty seat in the subway car and sit down.

He stood within the safety line of the platform, waiting for the subway, and looking at the track on the other side. When he saw it, he thought in his mind that many people choose this way of suicide every year to end their lives.

****, the maniac, etc. are always associated with the subway. Despite this, he has never seen this happen with his own eyes.

The most common ones I see are office workers sitting on the seats of the subway car, who dozed off with their eyes closed, and some people were able to hold the inner rings in one hand and could sleep even while standing.

The subway station was stable and the car door was opened automatically. Masayoshi Kishimoto queued in an orderly manner and found an empty seat in the car.

After he sat down, he did not doze off like others. At this moment, his joy had not yet completely calmed down. This was much better than the feeling of 2 billion yen financing he had absorbed.

Masayoshi Kishimoto smiled knowingly, and he couldn't help but remember what Uncle Li said in "The World Without Thieves". What is lacking in the 21st century? It is talent. Yamaguchi Katsuhira is not an ordinary talent, but a rare talent.

As long as you have talents under your command, becoming bigger and stronger will only become a matter of time sooner or later, and it will not exist.

On the contrary, no matter how big or strong a company is, it will inevitably be destined to go bankrupt.

Shortly after the subway car door closed, the subway reopened from slow to fast. It passed by the established subway stations one by one, and finally stopped at Ueno Station.

As soon as the subway door opened, Kishimoto Masayoshi stood up and walked out of the car, familiar with the road, walked upwards. In a short while, he walked out of the subway station and came to the ground.

In addition to seeing the bustling crowds of people and traffic, he also heard all kinds of mixed sounds coming into his ears.

Masayoshi Kishimoto took out his cell phone from his right trouser pocket and looked at the time. It was almost 12 noon and it was time to have lunch. If there was a good thing, he naturally needed to find someone to share the joy in his heart with him, so he thought of Natsui Makoto at the first time.

He dared to think and do it, so he went straight to Sanmu Bookstore. The two met, and there was no scene of holding hands and holding hands on the street, holding hands and holding hands on each other. They walked side by side to the Japanese restaurant that they often visited with the right price and good taste.

Masayoshi Kishimoto and Makoto Natsui sat down in the two empty seats on the left side of the store. He blurted out and said, "Boss, give us each a special signature dish in your store, a set meal of fried pork chops."

The boss smiled at them and responded to "Please wait" and started to prepare. Makoto Natsui immediately felt so luxurious.

After all, on weekdays, I can get three to five hundred yen for lunch. Nowadays, a set meal of fried pork chops costs 1,500 yen, which is three to five times the amount of lunch I usually have on weekdays.

"One portion is enough." Natsui Makoto looked at Kishimoto Masayoshi sitting on her right.

"I'll treat you." Kishimoto Masayoshi said with a smile.

"Even if you ask for it, it's still a copy." Makoto Nakai was not a habit of spending money with big hands, so she was really reluctant to let it go. Even if it wasn't for the money herself, she didn't want it.

Moreover, she had already admitted and accepted in her heart that Masayoshi Kishimoto was her boyfriend and the first boyfriend she had formally dated, so she would naturally consider and save money for the other party.

"Why are you so boring? If you don't eat, it's the most cost-effective. Otherwise, let's leave!" Kishimoto Masayoshi said unhappy.

"Okay, okay, I'll just rely on you two." Natsui Makoto accepted helplessly.

"That's right! Let me tell you that in addition to the fried pork chops in Tokyo, Japan, the fried pork chops in the Magic City of China are also the best.

If you have the chance, I will take you to the Chinese Magic City to have a unique local fried pork chop." Kishimoto Masayoshi is not a verbal but is not a perfect saying.

Makoto Natsui didn't care what to eat. At this time, she noticed that Masayoshi Kishimoto's right hand was a little dirty, so she quickly took out the handkerchief she carried with her and delivered it to him, and said calmly: "Wipe your hands."

Only then did Kishimoto Masayoshi see that his right hand was dirty. This should be the result of the long tight handshake between him and Katsuhei Yamaguchi.

He didn't reach out to take the handkerchief, and smiled and said, "It's not clean."

"It's better to wipe it than not!" Makoto Xia Jing insisted.

"I used your handkerchief to wipe your hands, but it became dirty. How do you use it?" Kishimoto Masayoshi said with a smile again.

Seeing that he and herself were pushing her, Makoto Nakai took the initiative to reach out and grab his right wrist, lowered her head and began to wipe his hands himself.

"There is no need to do this! I'm not a child." Masayoshi Kishimoto was immediately laughed and crying.

"The children are better than you." Makoto Natsui retorted.

Masayoshi Kishimoto passively accepted her wipes on her hands in public and in public.

"Your relationship is so good. When are you planning to get married?" the boss asked with a kind smile.

When Makoto Nakai couldn't help but burn her face and her ears turned red when she heard this. Her face was thin, and even if she knew it was a joke her boss said casually, it would cause inner fluctuations.

Kishimoto Masayoshi is naturally very experienced and has a good response: "We have just started, so that's as fast as you said."

"Isn't it good to hurry up? Get married and have a few more children, and the family will be happy and share the joy of family." The boss came here and said.
Chapter completed!