[Individual talent: materialization]

[Individual skills: escape, probability theory]

[Information: A greedy poor man, a gambler and disaster star who hangs out in the old area of ​​New Yokohama, took the initiative to go to jail in Section 9 to avoid debts; he just met a big enemy]

Nance looked confused.

This big culprit...could it be me?

He turned his eyes blankly.

At this time, there was no trace of women anywhere in the square, and even the three big men in black disappeared out of thin air, as if they did not exist in the real world at all.

Touched his pocket.

Nance suddenly understood.

The culprit was indeed himself.

"Guest, your coffee is ready." The arrogant shop owner brought the coffee out and said to him with a smile, "It's 26 pence in total."

"Well……"

"Does the guest have any questions?"

"...Can I brush my face?"

The shop owner's face turned cold, he looked him up and down, and then grabbed it with his big hand: "Your coat is good, keep it to pay off the debt. Also, give me back the lemon meringue -"

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"Bad woman...Bad woman, it's useless for me to try to help her, but she actually took advantage of my kindness. Damn bad woman——"

On the way back to Class 9, the sea breeze blowing from the direction of the port slapped the head teacher on the face like a fly swatter.

Nance, who felt the simple folk customs of New Yokohama for the first time, shrank his neck in the cold wind.

Weak and helpless.

And I haven't eaten enough yet.

I can’t get through the day!

Nance looked at the falling snowflakes with tears in his eyes, and couldn't help but want to look up to the sky and scream.

The former section chief had just graduated and started working. Instead of leaving a penny in savings, he was still carrying a student loan of 80,000 pence and a living loan of 50,000 pence.

The only money he had left on him was stolen. Now, even food was a problem.

Why is this happening?

Obviously traveling through time in a civil servant, and having a golden finger, these are two overlapping joys, and these double joys can bring more joy. We should have a dreamlike happy time, but why——

Nance, who originally planned to resign and leave, silently learned for nothing...no, silently settled the score.

The monthly income of an ordinary working-class person in the empire is around 4,000 pence. His monthly salary is fixed at 15,000 pence. With scattered allowances and benefits, he can barely touch the threshold of 20,000 pence. He is an absolute high-paying class.

They say they will not give up even if they die. Now that he has 20,000 people, it seems that he should not give up.

Although after deducting taxes and insurance, I only have 15,000 left, and I still have to repay a loan of 10,000, I still have 5,000 pennies left for living expenses every month.

It’s cool enough for a single person.

If he were not the section chief, Nance, who knew very little about the world, would not know what he could do besides being a cowherd.

Without a job, you will definitely not be able to repay the loan on time, and your life will be worse than death... Owing money to the bank is a troublesome thing in any era.

"Let's fish for a while first. If the situation goes wrong, we can run away with a bucket at any time. If we want to eat, um... I'll wait for a few days with the adjutant..." Nance sighed and walked forward with his arms folded.
Chapter completed!