People in Tokyo, the world is clear

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"Meow. Think of a way."

Chapter 11: Treatment of Poverty

Lin Sen decided to call his home in Chiba first.

I endured the pain and ran to buy a magnetic card. I found a public phone booth, closed the door, and dialed the number from memory.

"Hey?"

It was standard Japanese touching around, but the background noise was so loud I couldn't tell who it was.

"Touch this and that."

Spoken a few words in Chinese.

"What?"

"Nothing, just a hearing test. Hello."

"Who are you?"

Now I heard it clearly.

Judging from the voice, the person who answered the phone was Kobayashi Hiroyoshi, Kobayashi Mori's father.

Although his name was Hongyi, he had nothing to do with these two words throughout his life.

This person has never been a human being.

Choose your words carefully and organize your speech well.

"I'm Xiao Linsen."

"Xiaolin what?"

"Sen."

"What's Sen?"

"Xiao Lin."

"What Lin Sen?"

Lin Sen curled his lips.

He must have recognized me, he was just joking.

"The phone bills are expensive, to cut a long story short. I'm in debt in Tokyo and I'm hoping to get some help from my family."

There was a pause. Not only because of the facts being stated, but also because Xiao Linsen had never spoken in such a tone before.

It is a common reaction when you discover that a child who has always been humble and obedient suddenly has a wild beauty.

"How many?"

Lin Sen reported a number.

"Just the next second..."

"This is very sad news. Your family will certainly provide all the support except help you need to pay off your debt."

Then there was the sound of the phone being hung up.

Actually, this amount of money shouldn't be a big deal for this guy. But it seems that Xiao Linsen is not worth that much in that person's eyes.

I dialed again as a final struggle.

"Hey?"

"It's just a loan, I'll definitely pay it back later. You don't want your child to be drowned in the river, do you?"

"That makes sense. So, from today on, you are no longer my, Kobayashi Hiroyoshi's, child. We sever our father-son relationship!"

Then there was only a beeping sound in the receiver.

It feels numb.

It is a truly touching scene of a father saying goodbye to his son.

Asking for help from my family is no longer an option.

“It’s difficult to cure the disease of poverty.”

I closed the partition door, put the magnetic card in my pocket, and finally couldn't help but sigh.

"Are you short of money?"

"what?"

Lin Sen turned around and saw that it was an acquaintance.

The flamingo lady, Sasagawa Riya, is carrying a bag on her back and looks like she is rushing home.

"Leaving get off work so early?"

"It's going to stink if you don't clean it up. Leave early and go home to rest."

Not really. There was nothing on him except a faint scent of perfume.

Keep up with the pace and move forward in parallel.

"Do the supervisor and the president have any objections?"

"They have no control over me."

"good."

Ignore her status as a relative.

Speaking of which, someone who can be late or leave early in public and rush into his immediate boss's office without any courtesy or greeting must be from a wealthy family, right?

My mind couldn't help but become active.

"Do you remember what we started talking about, Editor Sasakawa?"

"Regarding the fact that you noticed that I seemed to have some background and took the initiative to talk about money, you might want to seek my help."

"Thanks for the reminder. Editor Sasakawa is indeed a literary figure. I've learned a lot from this long and difficult sentence."

This woman is really insightful.

"So why are you short of money?"

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Lin Sen explained the debt in detail and explained the source of the debt.

But he found that the other party narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed.

"How much?"

Lin Sen reported the number that was almost cliché.

Then he saw the woman, who was originally walking side by side with a distance of one step between them, suddenly moved sideways a few steps to create distance.

There was only calmness and indifference on his face.

"I don't help gamblers."

"I don't gamble now."

"Gambler's words are not credible."

"If I really wanted to gamble again, I wouldn't have honestly told you the truth, Editor Sasakawa. Instead, I'd have tried to make up a pitiful story and get some money out of you to make up for it."

"How can you guarantee that your honest behavior is not a way to cheat people out of money?"

"The nesting dolls are getting up."

Sasagawa Rimei stopped.

She looked at the young man beside her.

Suddenly, a trace of imperceptible numbness that had been hidden in the depths of his eyes for a long time emerged, and quickly disappeared.

"Everything in this world has a price," she said. "Your sincerity may just be a commodity you want to sell at a high price."

"Editor Sasakawa seems like a pessimist."

"Your optimism might be reflected in your hope of making a comeback next time."

This woman is really quick to react.

As soon as you hear it, you know he is a nitpicker.

It would be a shame not to do debate work.

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Talking about this already has a bit of a non-speculative meaning.

Lin Sen had nothing left but to give a wry smile.

"Now that things have come to this, I can't do anything else."

He shrugged.

"From the fact that he proactively asked me if I was short of money, I can tell that Editor Sasakawa is a kind person deep down. I agree with your approach. Gamblers really deserve to be distrusted."

"..."

"Then let's stop here. It would be rude to talk any further. Thank you anyway."

He nodded in greeting and turned to leave.

The silhouette of the young people in the sunset is lonely but determined.

Sasagawa Rimei stood there like a statue, watching him go further and further away.

then.

"reason."

She spoke again.

Lin Sen retracted his leg that had stepped forward.

"what is this about?"

"A reason enough to convince me to lend money to a gambler."

"Isn't it enough that you don't want to die at such a young age?"