Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 11 First Job

Since he agreed to Mr. Iwaji Naoto's request, Fujiwara Masato did not intend to break his promise. He got up early in the morning and brushed his teeth. After simply frying eggs and bread, he put on his casual clothes and set off for the old man's house at eight o'clock in the morning. .

Because Mr. Naoto Iwaji's home is not far from Fujiwara's house, Masato Fujiwara, who was still feeling a little sore after riding all day yesterday, chose to walk instead of riding a bicycle.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Fujiwara Masato successfully arrived at Iwaji's house. He had just stood firm in front of the old man's house when his cell phone rang in his pocket.

"Moxi moxi."

"Masato-kun, are you up?"

"I'm at the door now."

The door soon opened, and Naoto Iwaji appeared behind it.

"Come in, Masato-kun."

Fujiwara Masato was not too polite. He walked in and followed the old man. In the hall, Iwaji Naoto's partner was setting out breakfast. When she saw Fujiwara Masato, she quickly brought a bowl and chopsticks over and warmly invited him to eat together.

Fujiwara Masato was not too polite. Politeness is a good quality, but being too polite would make you appear distant and distant, so even though he had eaten breakfast, he still accepted the kindness.

Breakfast at Mr. Iwaji Naoto's house is a typical Japanese breakfast, a bowl of rice, a piece of fried fish, a small bowl of miso soup, and a small plate of boiled carrot sticks.

Healthy is very healthy. It has less salt, less oil and less fishy taste, but it’s just not very tasty.

Fujiwara Masato swallowed this breakfast without changing his expression, not daring to chew much during the whole process, for fear that the strange taste of this breakfast would overwhelm his taste buds.

Forget about rice. Although it is just white rice, it still tastes good. You can taste the unique sweetness of rice when you chew it carefully. It is not good for frying fish. Too little oil is used for frying, and the fishy smell is strong. The taste of the soup is a little uncomfortable for a Chinese, but it's not bad. It's just that Fujiwara Masato, who was born in Cantonese in his previous life, is not used to drinking this kind of pot water.

The last boiled carrot strips... may be due to the variety and boiling time. Masato Fujiwara said that the carrot strips might taste better if eaten raw.

There is nothing wrong with the elderly eating this breakfast. If Fujiwara Masato eats it every day, he may become malnourished. The carbohydrates in this food are enough, but the protein is a little less. Just such a small piece of fried fish really cannot let Fujiwara Masato Grow meat.

After finishing breakfast, Fujiwara Masato rushed to put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen sink for cleaning. The old lady named Iwaji Ryoko was watching him work with a smile. After Fujiwara Masato washed the three dishes and chopsticks, Iwaji Mr. Lu Zhiren had also changed his clothes and was waiting for him at the door wearing a plaid shirt.

"Masato-kun, it's time for us to set off."

"Okay, I'll come over after I lay out my things."

Mr. Iwaji has his own car, a BMW made in Germany. Masato Fujiwara, who doesn’t know much about cars, doesn’t know the exact price. He only knows that the car drives very smoothly, and the outside sounds are quiet after closing the door. A lot.

The workplace that Mr. Iwaji wanted to introduce to Fujiwara Masato was not far away. It was also in Adachi City. After driving for more than 20 minutes, he arrived at his destination... a commercial street that was more prosperous than the one where Fujiwara's family was located. , there are many high-rise buildings in the business district with more people flow. You can see many male and female white-collar workers wearing suits and carrying briefcases hurriedly walking along the roadside.

The BMW was parked in the underground parking lot of a large shopping mall. After the two got out of the car, Naoto Iwaji and Masato Fujiwara stopped at the end corner of a commercial street and stopped at a retro-themed restaurant. , the front of the cafe is decorated in a wooden style on the outside and inside.

The cafe seems to be newly opened. It has been renovated, but it seems that it has not officially opened yet, because the signboard on the front is vacant. When Mr. Yanlu opened the glass and wooden door and entered, although the seats inside were It was neatly arranged, but no service staff came forward to welcome or ask questions.

Fujiwara Masato looked at this coffee shop. Its interior space is neither very large nor small. There is an open coffee table at the entrance. There are six wooden tables painted with raw wood paint and two simulated leather sofas in the hall. On both sides of the table, about six people can sit by visual inspection. If a table is added, it will not be a problem for seven or eight people. It is very suitable for a family to have dinner, drink coffee and relax, or for a few classmates or friends to come out for a gathering.

The old man was very familiar with the cafe, so he took Fujiwara Masato directly to the kitchen.

This unknown coffee shop has a back kitchen, and the coffee table facing the door is used to make coffee publicly. Customers can sit at the front desk and drink coffee while chatting with the barista, and they can also admire the coffee table next to it. There are pastries placed in the transparent cabinet. If you like it, you can place an order and let the barista take it out for you to taste.

The kitchen is used to cook food, process ingredients, and make some sandwiches and other foods, which is necessary for its existence.

The two of them came to the kitchen door. Before Mr. Iwaji came forward and knocked on the kitchen door, Fujiwara Masato heard a crisp banging sound from inside, as if a spoon hit the edge of the steel basin while stirring something. , clanging sound.

"Dong dong dong..." Naoto Iwaji knocked on the kitchen door, and the knocking inside stopped.

"The cafe is not open yet."

"It's me, Naoto Iwaji."

There was the sound of footsteps in the kitchen, and with a click, the kitchen door was opened, revealing a pretty woman with her hair in a bun, her face stained with flour, and an apron in front of her body that could not block her curves. People appear in the eyes of Fujiwara Masato.

"Father, why are you here?" The pretty woman was a little surprised that Naoto Iwaji would appear here, and her beautiful eyebrows were raised.

"Asami, I told you two days ago that I would like to introduce someone to work here, and now I have brought someone here."

After hearing this, the pretty woman turned her gaze to Masato Fujiwara, who was standing behind Naoto Iwaji, and looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

At first glance, the pretty woman didn’t have a good impression of Masato Fujiwara. His long hair, which was thin and not fixed by hairspray, and his old-fashioned round-framed glasses that were full of age, really looked too much like the Japanese stereotype of an otaku. Well, the first impression is not good.

But after the pretty woman looked at Fujiwara Masato for a few more times, her eyes gradually brightened up. The lips, nose, face contours, and exposed skin color seemed to look good when combined... …As long as his eyes are not too bad, it won’t be difficult for this person to see anywhere. The pretty woman became interested.

"Dad, please take someone to sit in the hall for a while. Wait for me. I'll take care of things in the kitchen and then come out."

Hearing this, Iwaji Naoto and Fujiwara Masato turned around in the hall, randomly found a table by the window and sat down. While waiting, the old man casually chatted with Fujiwara Masato.

"This coffee shop that has not yet opened is opened by my daughter Asami Shimoi. My son-in-law works as an accountant in a large company. The couple is not short of money. It's just that Asami came here to open a shop because she was bored at home. After I So I will introduce you here because I think you can learn a lot here whether you are a waiter or a barista apprentice.

I suggest that you work here for half a year, accumulate experience, and know how to run a cafe, then you can resign and go home, reopen Fujiwara Cafe, and become your own boss..."

Mr. Iwaji’s advice was very practical and sincere. If Masato Fujiwara had no system, it would be a very practical thing for Masato Fujiwara, who only has a high school education, to work in this cafe according to his arrangement. By earning a stable income, you can maintain your life, accumulate savings, and gain professional experience in running a coffee shop. Both are very valuable gains.

Therefore, even though Fujiwara Masato has a system in place, he decided to work here according to the arrangement of Mr. Iwaji... Of course, without the consent of the cafe owner Shimoi Asami, all of this is just an idea. Whether it can be implemented remains to be seen. The beautiful woman's wishes.

Masato Fujiwara and Mr. Iwaji didn't wait long. After a few minutes of one-sided chatting, the distinctive clicking sound of high heels came over. Masato Fujiwara turned around and saw Asami Shimoi carrying The tray walked over with a catwalk and a graceful posture.

At this time, Shimoi Asami was wearing a close-fitting beige long skirt. The skirt went down to her knees, revealing a pair of calfs with crystal complexion and full muscles. There was no pigtails common among island women. There was a huge bulge on her chest. The skirt was It's a little tight, and if you look carefully, you can still see the edge of the underwear.

From Masato Fujiwara's point of view, this is really a bit too exciting, because although Asami Shimoi is the daughter of Mr. Iwaji, although it cannot be seen on the surface, her actual age is definitely no longer in her youth. At the same time, she has an elegant manner and refined charm. Coupled with her plump figure, the whole body is like a ripe fruit, making people feel that it is so plump that juice will burst out with just a pinch.

To be honest, after just a few glances, Fujiwara Masato pulled his gaze back, then slightly bent his straight waist, reciting the Buddhist scriptures he had seen on the Internet before.

"Wait a minute, do you want sugar and milk in the coffee?"

Asami Shimoi walked over with a smile on her face, bent down beside the table and placed the three cups of coffee on the tray on Masato Fujiwara and Mr. Iwaji, as well as on the empty seats opposite them.

When the pretty woman put down her coffee, although she had already known that the skirt the former was wearing had a round neck and that her chest was not open, when Shimoi Asami bent over, Fujiwara Masato subconsciously turned his head to avoid seeing anything strange. What you should see... This is the daughter of Mr. Naoto Iwaji, so you have to be respectful.

When Fujiwara Masato turned his head and looked to the side, Mr. Iwaji also turned to look at him. After the two looked at each other, they both showed an unknown smile... At this time, men always have a smile regardless of age. In tune with seniority.

"I want milk, not sugar... When people get old, they always worry about their health and are afraid that they will get diabetes." Mr. Yanlu lamented.

"How could it be, dad? You are clearly in your prime, you are still very young." Asami Shimoi smiled, picked up the milk bottle with both hands and poured it into the coffee cup in front of Mr. Iwaji, and used a public long-handled spoon to gently and gently After stirring the milk and coffee evenly, the pretty woman turned her attention to Masato Fujiwara.

"I... don't want sugar or milk." Fujiwara Masato was a little nervous for some reason. He shook his head and refused Shimoi Asami's kindness, and was slightly afraid to look at the beautiful woman.

Asami Shimoi didn't mind either, she just smiled and observed Masato Fujiwara, looking at his handsome appearance hidden under old-fashioned glasses and long hair.

"This... um, young gentleman, what do you call him?" When Asami Shimoi said "young", her tone was a little more serious. This made Masato Fujiwara a little confused and didn't know how to introduce herself. Even his face was a little hot and red.

At this moment, the young body and strong hormones are affecting the current Masato Fujiwara.

"Masato Fujiwara, my friend's son, graduated from high school this year and could have gone to the University of Tokyo. However, there was an accident at home that caused him to enter the mainstream of society." Mr. Iwaji took over the conversation and slightly beautified Masato Fujiwara.

Asami Shimoi was slightly surprised and covered her mouth with her hands.

"Ahem, if that's really the case, why don't you try to repeat your studies for another year? It would be a pity if you don't go to the University of Tokyo..."

Mr. Iwaji didn’t need help to explain, Fujiwara Masato just shook his head gently and stopped the topic... There is no need to repeat the study. It was the former Fujiwara Masato who was admitted to the University of Tokyo, not the current Fujiwara Masato. Repeat one Putting aside the issue of tuition fees, Fujiwara Masato did not think he could succeed in addition to torturing himself during this year's study career.

Seeing this, Shimoi Asami did not continue the topic. She smiled and said to Fujiwara Masato.

"My coffee shop has not opened yet. I am not sure what the future turnover will be. I am only hiring one long-term waiter. I am a barista. Sometimes there are too many people and I will be overwhelmed. I will let you enter the coffee shop. Help at the counter, so you'll also be a part-time barista apprentice.

Currently, the working hours of my designated coffee shop are from 10:30 in the morning to 5:30 in the afternoon. If there are many customers, A may have to work overtime. The overtime pay is 35% more than the salary, and he can have five days off a month. During the time, the restaurant will provide lunch and dinner. The basic monthly salary I offer you for perfect attendance is 250,000 yen.

Now, Fujiwara-kun, do you have any questions? "

The basic salary is 200,000 yuan. Judging from the knowledge in Fujiwara Masato's memory, it is not a lot of money, but it is still a lot. It is higher than the average person working as a waiter in a coffee shop, because the personal tax in Japan is not low, and a part-time worker If his monthly salary is 200,000 yen, then after paying a series of messy but unavoidable taxes such as personal income tax, consumption tax, and resident tax, the wage earner may still have 160,000 yen left.

Therefore, Asami Shimoi offered Fujiwara Masato a salary of 250,000 yen after tax, and she would probably have about 210,000 yen left after tax. Such a figure is definitely considered to be at the top of the Tokyo cafe waiter industry. Well... Especially since Masato Fujiwara is still a young man who has just come of age and has almost no work experience, it is even more valuable that Asami Shimoi is willing to give him this salary.

Therefore, Masato Fujiwara, who had long decided to work here, nodded vigorously to Asami Shimoi without much hesitation. Mr. Iwaji saw this and said quickly.

"I'm sorry, Asami, Masato-kun is a little too shy to speak in front of strangers. He will improve this situation at work in the future."

"Dad, it's okay if Fujiwara-kun's condition doesn't improve. As long as he puts on good clothes and grooms himself a little, the customers will understand even if he doesn't speak when serving the guests."

(End of this chapter)