Who are you scolding for eating soft rice?

Chapter 24 24. If you don't take it, how can I take it

"You, good evening, I'm Kazama."

"Why did the section chief call at night?"

"Oh, this is something urgent. I found that I forgot to deal with it today. I need to tell you in advance."

"Ah? What's the matter? Please tell me."

"That's it. Didn't the headquarters specially approve a few promotion places for the police department this month? Today we had a meeting in class to discuss and planned to change the candidates on the list. In the end, I forgot about it, and I just remembered it now. I’ll call you right away.”

"Replacement candidate? Hasn't it already been decided?"

"Originally, it was decided, but it was always the promotion of the criminal department. The people under me had no chance. I thought about it carefully, and I still have to calm down the mood of these children, otherwise how can I lead the team?"

Fukuda Kazama pushed down his glasses, took out two stacks of Fukuzawa Yukichi from the blue teahouse, put it on the tip of his nose and took a deep breath, with an expression of great enjoyment on his face, and put the money in again after a while In the drawer, after thinking for a while, he said to the microphone:
"Cross out Hanyu from the criminal department, and add Takiya Tsubaki from our class. You can change the file tomorrow morning, and then send it to the chief's office, and I will arrange it later."

"In addition, you have a subsidy. I forgot to count it into my salary last month. I will give it to you in person tomorrow."

"Just think of it as a favor for my brother. I'm really embarrassed to call you in the middle of the night, but this matter has been on my mind for a few days, and I can't sleep because of it. I didn't figure it out until the end. gone."

The person talking to him on the phone was Arima Takaya, the head of the personnel department who had just been transferred. He was very young. He had only been in the Omiya District Bureau for two months. power sector, and youth is the strongest capital.

But now, even if he is at the same level as himself, as the head of the general affairs section, he has the closest relationship with the director. Sometimes power does not depend on the level, but only on how close you are to the boss.

Of course, he would not be so stupid as to force this potential colleague, so in the end he used an almost begging tone to ask the other party to help. Although he had only been in contact with him for a few months, Fukuda Kazama knew that Arima Kizawa Soft-spoken, it's hard to say no to someone.

"Chief Kazama, the list can be changed. I will print a new copy tomorrow, but forget about the subsidy."

Arima Takaya on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, and his tone was hesitant when he spoke. Although he agreed to his request, he also had his own demands.

"Huh?" Kazama Fuda stared.

Listening to the silence on the phone, he frowned for a while, rubbing Fukuzawa Yukichi with his hands.

After a while, the brows relaxed.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea, Kazama Fuda calmed down a lot, and after pondering for a moment, he suddenly asked with a smile: "You are only 30 years old, right?"

"I just turned 30 last month."

"It's great to be young, you have a bright future!"

"So I don't really need this"

"It's not as simple as you think? My brother reminds you, if you don't take things like this, how can I take them? If I don't take them, how can the director take them? If the director doesn't take them, how can we improve in the future! ?”

He said a lot of words earnestly.

They are also teaching each other how to behave.

Kazama Futian is really in urgent need of money now.

Because he is about to face the exam.

The so-called exam is nothing else, it is the internal process exam for Kazama Fuda to be promoted from the police department to the police department.

He is also from the quasi-professional group.

If the promotion speed of the non-professional group is like a baby crawling, then the professional group has to take the Shinkansen. Although the quasi-professional group is not very good, it is still as fast as a normal person riding a bicycle, which is not too slow.

As for how many members of the professional group have been promoted, let’s put it this way, there are no members of the professional group in the entire Omiya District Police Station. They usually work in the Police Department or the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and even the road police and the county police headquarters. There are very few of them, and they are also gilded.

None of this has anything to do with Kazama Sukeda. He is in urgent need of money now to open up relationships. This is the most important thing.

He has been in the police department for more than ten years.

Now it's finally time for promotion.

The quasi-professional group needs to pass the selection test to be promoted from the police department to the police. The so-called selection test is recommended by the superior officer, and then selected through the test.

But for exams, especially this type of internal exam, everyone who understands knows the process.

In order to smoothen the relationship, Kazama Futian has been very cruel during this period, but for safety, he still had to drag people into the water. He gritted his teeth and his tone was more forceful than before: "In short, the matter has been decided. This matter of the change of candidates will be announced tomorrow. I will report to the director personally."

Arima Takaya on the other end of the phone was silent for a while.

It seems that he is still struggling internally.

But after a while, he let out a long sigh.

"I understand."

The misty rain slanted, more like water vapor, and the umbrella couldn't stop the clothes from getting soaked.

Takitanizawa walked a long way from Kazama's house.

But because I had already waited long enough at his house today, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening when I came out, and it was raining, it seemed that the last bus in the evening had already left the platform ahead of schedule.

Although they were in the same district, it would still be very expensive to take a taxi from here to home. What's more, he looked at the dim residential areas around him and felt that it would be difficult to take a taxi.

"Speaking of which, this time I was squeezed dry."

Holding an umbrella, Takiguzawa stopped on the side of the street, turned on his phone and glanced at the bank software notification.

【三菱银行：交易提醒转账金额：2000000.00円交易时间：5月13日16：24账号：****7876交易类型：账户余额转出余额：374262.38円】

Only numbers can't lie, that's why so many people would rather like this string of cold numbers.

This time it almost killed him.

Originally he had more than 170 million in savings, but later he collected some from his sister intermittently, as well as Qingyi sheep, but the bulk of them was 40 yen from Satomi Ishikawa, the industry leader. If he hadn't collected these wools, he would probably have lost 200 yuan. Mando couldn't get it out.

Many people are not greedy for material life, and they also think that they can be self-sufficient, and never bend their waists for money.

But who can live a life without disturbance?

The sickness and support of relatives, the survival and expectations of children and wives, the comparison and showing off among friends, any one of them is the most effective and effective potion for ripening a boy into a man.

If he didn't prepare another 100 million this time.

Maybe things really can't be done.

It was a little bit close this time, and it was a little bit close that time. Everyone will regret to some extent because of their own miss.

Money can't buy love, this sentence is true in both broad and narrow senses, but love without material support is too much a test of the human nature of the other half, and human nature is the most vulnerable to the test.

So in order not to hurt yourself.

Say it a thousand times!

What can a man not be without?
"Wealth and freedom. My efforts are not just to achieve success for others. Living the life I want is the goal. I hope the back-up steps can also be effective."

Takitanizawa shook his head and gave up hope of taking the evening bus home. He used his mobile phone to navigate the direction of his home and found that the distance was not too far. After thinking for a while, he decided to walk back, thinking it was for exercise.

Watching the cars occasionally passing by on the asphalt roadside in the rain, he clutched the umbrella harder.

The walking process is undoubtedly boring. He doesn't like being a bow-headed person, because it will be bad for the cervical spine, so he observes the appearance and atmosphere of the city while walking.

Drunk men dangling in the rain, rain under the dim streetlights, stray cats next to the trash can.

Compared to the largest city that never sleeps in Asia, which is dozens of kilometers away, Saitama is still a small city even if it is affected by it. The rainy season and the getting later time make it easy to get up late and go to bed early like a baby.

His eyes swept around randomly, but the next moment he stopped next to a trash can not far away.

On the edge of a deserted street.

A petite figure wearing a transparent raincoat was rummaging through the trash can for something.

Probably because the wingspan is not enough, or there is something this person wants deeper in the trash can. The other party can only stand on tiptoe vigorously, and then put his upper body into it. From a distance, it looks like a green trash can It was kind of scary to eat a whole head.

Even because the upper body was tilted too much, the trash can was pressed too hard, and he almost fell into it after a few swings, but the man kicked his feet and swayed like a young deer whose head was bitten by a crocodile.

The other party didn't really dive in.

Instead, he got what he wanted from it.

"Two soda cans?"

Holding an umbrella in his hand, Takiguzawa was standing seven or eight meters away, but the rain was too dense to see clearly. The other party stuffed the things in his hand directly into the big sack at his feet, and then Pick it up skillfully.

Wanderers are not too rare. There are many on the streets of Shinjuku, Tokyo, and there are many maidens squatting.

People also live in their own way, and they don't steal or rob, so there is no need to look down on them, not to mention homeless people who live on their own, maybe they are better than many dog-like people in suits and ties.

He had just glanced at it and was about to leave.

But the petite figure paused for a moment, then turned his head and hesitated beside the trash can. It seemed that there might be one or two bottles in it, but the other party couldn't get it.

However, it was this unintentional turning around.

But there was a somewhat familiar side face.

"Qingyi Koizumi?"

Takitani Ze shouted in surprise.

The petite figure was stunned for a moment.

Then, a little confused, he began to look around.

This is a subconscious reaction of normal people.

However, when the other party in the transparent plastic raincoat saw Takiguzawa who was holding an umbrella a few meters away, he suddenly made a low voice, and after only two or three seconds of stupefaction, he resisted the sack and let go of his feet and ran away!
"Huh?" Takiguze was a little confused.

However, he didn't wait for him to realize what was going on.

From a distance, I heard the crisp sound of cans and bottles colliding behind the other party, and then watched the other party slip and fall on the edge of the zebra crossing when crossing the intersection.

"what!!!"

The other party's cry of pain that echoed through the sky reached his ears.

The petite figure twisted its body, and the whole person rushed forward, and fell to his knees on the ground. Fortunately, his hands were on the ground, but his buttocks were pouted.

The big sack on the back flew straight away, the mouth of the sack was not tightened, and a pile of bottles and jars fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)