Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 6 06. Tokyo Gensokyo

After leaving school, Makoto Kyushu entered the nearby subway station and went to work.

Poor bastards like Jiuzhou Cheng who have no father, no mother, no house, and no inheritance have to work part-time every day to maintain their basic life, and even need to work overtime.

The place where he works is Kamurocho, Shinjuku District, which is known as the "Tokyo Fengyue Resort".

As one of the most lively and chaotic neighborhoods in Tokyo, Kamurocho is home to a large number of folk industries.Even today after the implementation of the "Violent Group Countermeasures Act", there are still a large number of underworld forces entrenched here.

It was still dark, and the streets were filled with fireworks from the night market.

The neon signboards flicker alternately, people are constantly coming and going looking for bars and custom shops, beautiful girls in maid outfits stand in a row on the side of the road to hand out leaflets, tourists speaking foreign languages ​​come here to visit the Holy Land, People in the case were looking for fat sheep with goblin-like greedy eyes, and there were college students performing arts at the street corner playing and singing the Japanese version of "Fireworks Are Cold".
Kyushu Makoto turned around in Kamurocho, and stopped in front of a store with a flashing light sign:

【Tokyo Gensokyo～Tokyo☆Wonderland! 】

You can tell by seeing the whole wall of pictures of handsome guys pasted at the entrance of the store that this is a bar with male public relations services.

Of course, Kyushu Makoto's work has nothing to do with male public relations, he is just a bartender in charge of running errands.

After Kyushu Makoto's parents died, gangsters once came to collect debts.But after seeing the pitiful appearance of the young man, they felt pity for him and recommended him to work here.

This is the so-called "the dog saw you and cried all night and cooked you four dishes and one soup".

The store manager here is generous, and the hourly salary for him is 1000 yen per hour, while the average hourly salary in Tokyo is only [-] or [-] yen.

Not only that, but the store manager asked Jiuzhou Cheng to work until late every day before going home, and his wages were paid by the hour, which seemed to be deliberately making him work overtime.

But in this way, this after-school job violated the school regulations, and naturally it could not be registered with the school.

Kyushu Makoto chose this job out of desperation.If he was asked to work in a convenience store with an hourly salary of 1000 yuan, and according to the regulations, he would have to work no more than [-] hours a week, then sooner or later he would have to choose between "starving to death" and "dropping out of school".

After all, ordinary students work part-time to make a living, and he works part-time to survive.

Walking into the store, Makoto Kyushu greeted his colleagues, changed into waiter uniforms and started working.

His daily work is nothing more than cleaning, helping to run errands and shopping, handing out leaflets, and serving tea and wine to guests.

In fact, Jiuzhoucheng himself knows that the store manager only asked him to work because of his pity.This job is not necessary for him, nor is it worth such a high salary.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were not many guests, Jiuzhou Cheng took out the cleaning tools and mopped the floor, and wiped the tables one by one.

Just as he was cleaning carefully, a young male publicist with a "Claude" hairstyle yelled at him: "Hey, help me store this bottle of wine in the wine cellar!"

Before Jiuzhoucheng could react, the male PR threw him a bottle of red wine in the air.

Jiuzhou Cheng didn't have time to pick it up, the red wine bottle fell directly to the ground, glass shards and red juice splashed all over the floor, and stained his uniform.

"Won't you hand it over?" Jiuzhou Cheng wiped the red juice on the shirt with his hand, stared at him and asked, "You did it on purpose!"

"It was an accident~ Fortunately, this bottle of wine is very cheap, you can deal with it yourself~ I'll go to work first!" The male publicist apologized without sincerity, and turned to entertain the guests.

Jiuzhou Cheng stared at the back of the male publicist with displeasure, and clenched the broomstick tightly.

According to Yuanbang's memory, he had suffered workplace bullying in this bar before, and the male publicist just now was one of the perpetrators.

This is also one of the reasons why Kyushu committed suicide.

The reason he was bullied was simply because of the jealousy of his peers.

All the male publicists in the store are working hard to serve customers to earn money, and they have to think about how to trick girls 24 hours a day.Moreover, the hourly salary of most male public relations is only about [-] yen, and the main income is consumption commission and tips.Why can Jiuzhou Cheng receive an hourly salary of [-] yuan as a waiter, and the basic salary is more than that of these veteran core employees?

What's more, Kyushu Makoto used to be young and weak, he could not fight back when he scolded, he almost wrote the word "bad boy" on his face, he was simply the most suitable type to be bullied.

Fortunately, these male publicists are all adults, so they are very measured. The so-called "bullying" is nothing more than deliberately tripping him up, or gossiping behind his back and saying some nasty things.

Compared with school, Makoto Kyushu preferred working in the store during his lifetime.

Of course, "Chen Jiuzhou" can't stand these villains in the workplace at all.

Thanks to the kindness of the store manager here, he can be regarded as a dependent.If it weren't for the store manager's face, he would go up shirtless and educate all his colleagues.

"Be patient for now... It's working hours now, it's not good to make trouble." Jiuzhou Cheng persuaded himself in a low voice and continued to clean.

As the night darkened, the number of customers in the store increased.The air was filled with the smell of luxury and luxury, and the colorful flickering lights and melodious dance music seemed to make people dream back to the bubble-like prosperous era.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Kyushu Makoto. His job is to clean the tables and boxes back and forth, and at the same time, he is called around by male publicists.

"Hey, Xiaochun! Come here!" Suddenly, a male publicist with hedgehog hair called Jiuzhou Cheng loudly.

In order to protect the privacy of employees, all employees in the male public relations bar will use "fake names", even the waiters are no exception.Makoto Kyushu's pet name is "Harukawa", and his colleagues will call him "Xiaochun".

"Here we come, senior!" Jiuzhou Cheng hurriedly put down the mop and ran to the desk of the male publicist.

A male publicist with a hedgehog head is entertaining a young woman.She looked about twenty-five, with long, dignified hair pulled back, and a modest dress.

For some reason, the woman curled up her shoulders and wept endlessly. The tissues had been thrown all over the table, and her eye sockets were swollen from rubbing.

"Senior, why did you make her cry?" Jiuzhou Cheng looked surprised.

A public relations bar is a place where people come to relax and have fun. The male publicist's job is to bring pleasure to the guests, and he even does not hesitate to anesthetize them with lies and alcohol.

In the world of male public relations, it is a heinous thing to make a client cry.

"Ah... this customer is difficult to deal with..." The hedgehog-headed male publicist fiddled with the sharp horns on his head, showing innocent eyes: "Probably because she accidentally talked about her husband, so she kept crying, how can I persuade you?" It's useless."

"Huh? A married woman?" Makoto Kyushu raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Does that mean it's cheating?

Immediately afterwards, the male publicist with the hedgehog head patted Makoto Kyushu on the shoulder, and said to the young woman, "I'm sorry, Emi-chan~ I have something urgent to leave, can I let Xiaochun accompany you?"

"Hey! I haven't agreed yet!" Jiuzhou Cheng just wanted to complain, but the hedgehog-headed public relations man ran away in three steps at a time.

"Hey, you are too irresponsible!" Jiuzhou Cheng stared at his back and cursed helplessly.

Apparently, the senior male publicist realized that this client was difficult to deal with and that he couldn't get any money, so he used Jiuzhou Cheng as a shield, and he escaped from his shell and went to find other fat sheep.

It's also a means of "workplace bullying," and it's happened more than once.In Kyushu Makoto's memory, male public relations colleagues often deliberately push poor and troublesome clients to him.In his previous life, Jiuzhou Cheng happened to be a gloomy, socially-phobic man who was not good at speaking.

What's more, I'm just a waiter, and logically speaking, I can't receive guests.

Jiuzhoucheng suddenly felt that it was necessary to talk to his colleagues to let them know how to love the younger generation in the workplace.

But before that, he couldn't let go of the weeping woman.

Everyone who needs help is like a poor and helpless self who was once abandoned by his parents on the street.If Master had looked at him coldly back then, he would have died on the street long ago.

"That... how do I call you?" Makoto Jiuzhou and the young woman looked at each other for a moment, then summoned up the courage to ask.

(End of this chapter)