The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 778: The Bizarre Adventure of Shichijo Masato Part 11 ()

Masato Shichijo, the former heir of the Shichijo Group and a returnee from a prestigious university, can be said to have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He has been living a life of luxury since childhood. No matter what he wants, as long as he opens his mouth, someone will diligently send it to him. Before he went abroad, no one around him dared to speak loudly to him.

Thanks to a good education, Shichijo Masato believes that he is not a domineering playboy, but a social elite who is approachable and can get along well with ordinary people.

Yes, just a few months ago, he still thought so.

Because of this environment, he considered the entire consortium to be his property. All the large and small departments in the consortium, from front-line workers to clerks to leaders, might be seen as just servants, maids, and subordinates by other capitalists of the same level as him.

But because of the education that Shichijo Masato received since childhood, he would not treat the employees of the foundation with such contempt.

How does he view these people in the consortium? Are they brothers and sisters? Or are they human beings like him? Or are they just colleagues who work together? Like various parts running in a huge machine?
No, neither.

In the eyes of the original Shichijo Masato, these people were his "subjects".

And he, like an enlightened lord in the Middle Ages, led his subjects forward, just like a prophet leading the lambs.

In his eyes, all the employees are hungry mouths to be fed. It is him and the Qijiao family who provide these people with jobs, their families give these people hope in life, and it is their families who pay these people salaries and support their lives.

——What a great and sacred duty this is.

Therefore, the Nanajo family cannot fall, and Nanajo Masato cannot be defeated by those things lurking in the darkness, because he was born with responsibility, the responsibility to lead his subjects forward. If he falls, what will happen to those people behind him?
This sense of responsibility has always been the driving force that drives Shichijo Masato forward. He goes abroad to study hard, and even if he has inexhaustible money, he will not squander it. To outsiders, no matter what their identity, he will always maintain courtesy and never do anything that is beneath his status.

He believed this all along until he was thrown into a quagmire by an accident.

Shichijo Masato sat on the dirty ground of the alley, leaning against the wall, looking up at the narrow sky, as if looking up at the past that was already out of reach. The repressed emotions that kept rising up in his heart made him begin to examine his own life.

"Is my life just a lie?" he murmured.

This is a question he also asks himself in his dreams. After being abandoned by his family, he fell into deep confusion. He said very nicely that he must save his family and give those enemies a hard punch, but in fact, Nanajo Masato was afraid.

Everything was turned upside down, and his perception of life was also overturned. After coming into contact with the lower-class people whom he would never normally come into contact with, his thinking changed.

In his horror, he realized one thing: it was not the Shichijo Group that was supporting the thousands of employees, but those employees who were supporting them with their blood and tears.

This is a very simple truth, but Shichijo Masato has not understood it until now, which makes him extremely frightened, because he has been living a lie, and he is not a prince who leads his subjects forward, but a termite who sucks blood from those people and cuts off their hope for the future.

"Should I give up?" Nanajo Masato thought. He didn't dare to face this bloody fact, nor did he dare to talk about the "glory of the Nanajo family". He even didn't dare to see his former subordinates in the consortium companies again.

Because his existence was the greatest contempt for these people, and every word he had said was an act of arrogance without any embellishment.

The more he examined his life, the more ashamed and angry Shichijo Masato felt. He thought he was a child of destiny, but in fact he was just an insignificant little character, like a clown in the court, trying to attract attention.

——He is not important, just like any other ordinary person, this is the result of his thinking.

Nanajo Masato looked blankly at the bustling crowd outside the alley, thinking: "No, maybe I am not as good as them. At least they don't bother themselves with such useless questions. Instead, they are running hard and struggling for survival. They don't have time to think about such questions..."

"Maybe I should learn from them what they do?" Listening to the noisy sounds outside the alley, Nanajo Masato's eyes suddenly lit up. He used to hate this sound so much, but now, it has become the rope that pulls him out of the quagmire.

Following the sounds, he stood up, joined the crowd of pedestrians, and walked slowly.

Among the pedestrians, there were office workers in suits answering the phone, women dressed up beautifully, and high school students chattering excitedly. They were all focused on their own things and did not notice that there was a dazed person next to them.

"Really? Is that so? Xiaoyi, is that what you mean?" Nanajo Masato suddenly laughed, shook his head, and murmured, "Because I focus on the things in front of me, I have no time to think about those distant troubles. Only when I solve the things in front of me, I am qualified to do the next things... And all I have to do now is to buy a serving of fries? This is really the easiest thing to do."

Finally, he arrived at the door of the fast food restaurant and walked in.

"Anyway, I know what I should do now." Nanajo Masato said to Qian Xiaoyi, "Don't think about things that are too vague, just focus on the present and do one thing at a time. This is what I should do now. This is also the reason why you asked me to buy French fries, right, Xiaoyi?"

Qian Xiaoyi scratched his cheek, a little dumbfounded: "Ah? Is this what I meant?"

Nanajo Masato was also dumbfounded: "Isn't that what you meant?"

Qian Xiaoyi sighed and said, "Who knows how complicated your mental journey has been! I'm not a god, so how can I know what you are thinking? I just saw that you were too deeply involved in the spiritual world, so I dragged you out to go shopping and get more popularity. As for what meaning you will find in reality, how can I know?"

"Is it that simple?" Nanajo Masato was a little bit unbelievable. Could it be that his thoughts just now were completely wishful thinking and groundless worries? !
The other two people were also a little embarrassed.

Qian Xiaoyi said, "The causes of your three problems are different, but the situation is the same, that is, you think too much in your head, put some unimportant things first, and give too much unnecessary meaning to some things. I asked you to buy French fries, but there is no other philosophy of life. I just want you to buy some French fries like other ordinary people."

"In fact, life can be very simple, right?" Qian Xiaoyi said meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)