People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Standing at the door, Lin Sen felt as if he was at the junction of two worlds.

Behind him was the bustling scene of Tokyo. Outside the corridor, beneath the sky, the newly renovated thoroughfare was bustling with traffic and pedestrians, a noisy and bustling scene.

What I saw was the mess behind the door.

"what's the situation."

Only then did he realize that the keyhole had become a decoration. He immediately came to his senses and rushed into the house to check.

All the furniture that could hold things was turned over.

There was a mess everywhere.

The worst hit was the locked cabinet where I kept the money I borrowed from my pen pal, Li Zi.

The entire drawer was smashed to pieces by something, and the contents were naturally gone.

"What a ruthless thief in broad daylight."

The fist is hard.

Xiguo left in the morning and was not here.

Novel qun nine⑤80㈠⑨○㈨

I had no choice but to go to the unknown wild dog lady’s door and knock on it, hoping to get some relevant clues.

But this time, the other party's door was extremely difficult to knock on. After several rounds of attempts, no one paid any attention.

Dead asleep?

"Are you awake?"

My tone was a little harsh due to poor control, but still no one responded.

Just as he was about to hit her a few more times, he was interrupted by a voice behind him.

"No need to knock. Her lease expired and she moved out."

I turned around and found that a squinty-eyed old man was standing behind me.

His hair is gray, but he is in good spirits.

Lin Sen was stunned.

I instinctively felt that it was someone I knew. I carefully reviewed my memory and figured out the identity.

The landlord of my own house.

Suddenly I had a strange ominous feeling.

But before he could say anything, he found that the other party had walked to the front door of his house, becoming the second witness to the theft scene.

Even Ronghao's charming eyes widened in surprise.

"Is there a thief?"

"Yes. Just came this morning."

Chapter 29 Until the Building Collapses

It's sad to say the least.

Sunday should be a good time to go out and have fun. But after walking around, writing a manuscript, walking and singing, I was suddenly robbed.

It's a sudden disaster.

The old landlord expressed deep sympathy for Lin Sen's miserable experience and wanted to sigh for the young man's misfortune.

But the body is still very honest and unwavering in choosing between helping someone in need and kicking them when they are down.

"Even so, I still have to say that you have to move out before tomorrow, little brother."

"What?"

Subsequent developments showed that this old man who collected rent for a living was just like Li Shimin who changed the reign title - he had no martial ethics.

Not only did they launch a surprise attack, but they also came well prepared.

He took out the rental contract that was originally given to each person from somewhere and showed it clearly in front of Lin Sen.

"Remember, when I asked you last month before the lease was about to expire, you said you wouldn't renew the lease, so I went to contact the next tenant."

"hiss."

It seems that this really happened, but this unimportant detail has been buried deep in my memory.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to continue the conversation, the other party continued on his own:

"Actually, the lease ended on the 16th. I figured it wouldn't be easy for a single young person like you living in Tokyo, so I waited a few more days. But the new tenant is moving in the day after tomorrow, so we can't delay any longer."

"Ah this."

I opened my mouth to try and do something to remedy the situation, but nothing came out.

Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why are you only here now? Why didn't you give me any time to prepare?

The landlord has his reasons too.

What am I doing? I'm fulfilling my contract.

What did you do that made me think about you?

Finally, add the sentence "I don't even want any face anymore" to win the game.

Lin Sen really had no way to refute them.

I really wanted to do something to salvage the situation, like offering a higher rent to buy the house back, but my house had just been robbed, and all I had were a few bills and coins in my pocket.

I don't have the confidence to speak up at all.

Suddenly I felt a deep sense of powerlessness, like an old man fishing and hunting in the sea.

What is surging towards us is the tide of fate.

Nothing more to say.

Together with the old man, we went to the nearby Metropolitan Police Department to report the case.

Then I went back to the house, packed all my personal belongings, stuffed them into my suitcase and backpack, and moved them outside.

"I should be responsible for the broken furniture, so you don't have to pay."

The landlord, who was waiting in the corridor, patted Lin Sen's shoulder and handed him the deposit he had paid. "I can only say that I wish you a better future, young man."

He watched the real owner of the house go in to clean up the mess, then raised his head and took a deep breath.

Suddenly I was homeless.

He subconsciously turned to the side and stared blankly at the kitten pattern on the neighbor's house number plate.

She might be surprised when she comes back in three days.

He took the paper out of the bag, tore it open, and scribbled a few words.

[I've moved. If you need to contact me, you can go to the address above. It's the shop where I work part-time, called Ryuhuya.]

[Kobayashi Moriru.]

Bend down and stuff the note as far as possible along the bottom crack of the door.

From this moment on, there is no place to settle down.

The young man left quite quickly.

So much so that he didn't even notice that the note that was originally stuffed into the house had been blown out of the door by the wind, rolled into the air, flew through the gap in the corridor and out of the building, and disappeared without a trace.

Afterwards, Lin Sen ran around the area, dragging two heavy boxes in each hand.

I just didn't ask about the houses I could afford to rent at the moment.

After all, this will be a special time node.

Just last September, a certain superpower led several of its minions to sign a small economic contract.

Plaza Accord.

One of the complying members is Japan.

After that, the yen appreciated and the US dollar depreciated, and the relative prices of Japanese goods rose, causing Japanese industrial products to lose competitiveness in the international market.

I'm so tired, so alone

It can't be sold.

Old things and a few Lingjiulong stables

To this end, the Japanese side believes that in order to cope with this new scenario, it is necessary to develop new strategies, focus on results-oriented approaches, identify consumer pain points, layout new tracks, explore new main levers, integrate top resources, and connect companies from all walks of life. We should strive to achieve goal alignment, form market synergy, lay out a new economic matrix, comprehensively develop a new import and export system, and form an ecological closed loop from production to consumption.

In simple terms, it means finding a way to digest things on your own that you can't export.

Self-produced and sold.

But how to sell it?

The bank directly lowered interest rates, resulting in no profit on deposits and no loss on loans.

In this way, out of the total 100% of the money deposited in the bank, everyone has to spend 90%.

Then people throw their money where it seems easiest to make money.

Stock market, real estate.

As it rolled and rolled, the foam was blown up with its cheeks puffed up.

The housing prices keep rising and there is no way they can be stopped.

The secondary housing rental market also went crazy.

Lin Sen now has in his hand the one-month deposit he paid when he rented a house a year ago. Even a dog would shake his head at it.

Being able to get a basement is considered a gesture of contribution to charity.

I had no choice but to find a cheap hotel to stay in for the time being.

It's a very simple one.

Two bicycles were parked crookedly under the small sign at the door, and next to them were white garbage bags piled up like a hill.

On the glass door to the left, there was a piece of white paper with curled and cracked corners, and the accommodation price was written on it.

On the right is an older supporting facility, which is a cooperative storage facility.

The hollow folding iron doors had long since rusted, and from the outside, the rows of white cabinets inside were also corroded by the brass color and were in a state of disrepair.

An old woman with silver-gray hair stood at the door with a pouty mouth, wearing a bulky blue cotton coat. A cheap mosquito coil with a strong smell was held in her right hand, and she was staring blankly ahead.

I ran to wake up the grandma to remind her that business had come, put away all the messy things, then booked a room next door, lay down and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

uncomfortable.

I want to have a home.

Suddenly, this situation reminded me of the past life when I defied fate and changed my destiny.

They all live in low-rent housing of about 10 to 20 square meters.

There was a Subor computer next to the bed, which was running and making a lot of clicking noises. If the screen became a little intense, it would freeze and turn into a PPT.

I subscribed to the cheapest broadband package, and I spend almost a third of the time reconnecting after starting a game.

But at that time, I had a simple and naive spirit and a sincere wish in my heart. When I lay down to sleep, I dreamed of holding the trophy on the podium.

So the bitterness is sweet, and the tiredness is also sweet. I always train with a broken machine until late at night despite the delay, and I am still silly and happy and full of passion all day long.

However, times are different now. Putting aside the difficulty of going from extravagance to frugality, I didn't feel bitter before because I had a dream in my heart.

What about now?

Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Tokyo, just getting by.

A salted fish will naturally feel fishy and disgusting when it suffers.

Chapter 30: Who are you calling a loser!