Rise of the Wasteland

Araki woke up early this morning, feeling depressed. Because he received a text message from the Yakuza organization, the other party offered to talk to him.

Talk about it?

Other people's "talk" may still be acceptable, but Yakuza's "talk" is not so talkative. Those seemingly respectful but haughty have nothing good.

They control the custom industry, they control the usury, and they control the drugs. As long as it is a gray industry that can make money, they cannot be separated. They have caused countless tragedies and are cancer cells in the pediatric society.

"I don't know what to talk about?" Araki's good mood was ruined by this short message. He confessed that he hadn't offended those tyrannical guys, but who knows what those villains who like tattoos are thinking?

"Child, dad, what's the matter?" The wife greeted Araki at the time when she handed it over, and she could not help but greet her.

"Nothing." Araki took his lunch and smiled. He is in his fifties and his wife is in his forties. The couple have been married for more than ten years, and they are rare model couples who have always respected each other. At this moment the wife asked, he had no choice but to hesitate, "Don't worry, you just take care of the children."

Araki said with a petite expression and reached out to touch his wife's swollen belly. His wife stared and sent him out of the house, standing in the doorway until he walked away.

Arriving on the subway, Araki grabbed the ring in the crowded carriage and wobbled, staring indifferently at a large group of middle-aged people around. Everyone seemed to be walking dead, the atmosphere was depressed and dull.

Araki was still thinking about Yakuza, and he must keep those villains out of his own house, and he must not let them hurt his family. When he felt really depressed and uncomfortable, he couldn't help but reach out to a humble little medicine bottle in his pocket.

The medicine bottle opened and a small pill poured into Araki's mouth. The potency of the pill began to work within a few minutes. His tightly frowned brows slowly released, his mood was immediately reversed, and his brain was revived. Yakuza's worries seemed to be resolved.

"That's ..., Jett?" A voice sounded beside Araki. It was an ordinary middle-aged man, a working man who rushed to work like Araki.

"Yes." Araki glanced at each other, nodding and didn't want to say any more.

"Good stuff, very good medicine." The wage earner smiled and sighed a little, and when he saw that Araki didn't talk, he stopped saying anything.

good stuff? Perhaps.

Araki doesn't know how to evaluate Jeter. Many people regard it as a terrible existence like a beast of monsters, but as a user, it is difficult for him to treat it as a simple drug. Because without Jeter, he should have died long ago.

Araki is a semiconductor engineer responsible for memory research and development. He used to be a senior engineer in pedestal's largest memory company, Elpida, but the financial crisis of ten years ago brought down Elpida and caused heavy damage to the semiconductor industry.

'Elpida' was acquired by Eagle Sauce's 'Micron', and several factories were closed and personnel laid off. Araki's life is not easy, he changed several jobs but has not been able to cheer up again. The plight of life reminded him of death.

Araki was drunk on the street that day, and a Yakuza peddled Jeter to him. He never bought a drug, and he bought one immediately, and that one Jet changed his life.

Ordinary drugs make people hallucinate, but Jeter fills the brain with electricity and light. Araki reviewed his time in the past few years, and he was ashamed of all kinds of mistakes. He went home crying and apologized to his wife, never before frankly made the couple cry.

That night, Araki regained his dignity as a man and husband. He felt once again that life was full of hope. He had to work hard, he had to fight, he had to get back everything he had lost in the past.

Araki once again planned a course for his future life, but Jet's medicinal effect was only 24 hours ...

When Araki was frustrated and decadent again, he ran to the streets of Shinjuku to buy Jet, and he knew those Yakuza who were very polite but could easily destroy millions of families.

"One ten thousand yen, one price for a full-foot basin. Ishii will produce it, and the child will not be bullied." The **** who sells Jeter has seen more people like Araki, and also specially reminded: "It is recommended to buy one week at a time. The amount should be taken daily. If the drug is stopped for more than three days, the brain will shrink. "

With Jet, Araki is as brave as a tiger, without Jet, Araki is not as good as a waste. He relied on Jeter to find self-confidence in the workplace again, was praised by his colleagues, and had a good relationship with his wife and children. He even enlarged his wife's belly again, and the family life was happy.

When someone on the Internet was promoting the dangers of Jeter, Araki could not help but stand up to tell his own experience and safeguard Jeter's reputation-in a dreary and depressed footbath society, a type that can make people feel comfortable, cheerful, and even regained Confident medicine, it is by no means a drug.

When the world publicly expressed his thoughts, Araki found that he had countless fellows. Jet's spread in the foot basin has reached a staggering level.

Araki didn't have a bad feeling for Jet, but he was always alert to Yakuza. 10,000 yen per capsule, it is said that this is the social price after many reductions--that is, prices that do not squeeze too much and maintain good profits.

However, the consumption of 300,000 yen a month is too heavy for ordinary people. So Yakuza will provide usury, and they don't worry about people who borrow money not paying back.

No one who has ever used Jeter can leave it. Not to mention the strong drug addiction, the result of forced abstinence is to become a fool with brain atrophy. It is this characteristic of Jet that made the fourth generation of Meida Shimada Kunimitsu extremely powerful, and no one dared to refuse his request.

However, Araki's economic ability is good. He adheres to a bottom line and will not borrow usury from Yakuza even if he die. He understood that he was really finished once he borrowed it, so when the people of Yakuza wanted to talk to him, he became very confused.

Although Yakuza was bad, they still kept their rules.

Stepping out of the subway in doubt, Araki walked slowly to the building of his current working enterprise. When he walked into his office, his boss called him over, "Araki, I'm sorry to inform you that you have been laid off by the company."

Nani? !!

Araki was really struck by thunder this time, standing on the spot and being stupid for a long time before spitting out a few words, "Why?"

"I'm sorry, I can't help it. I can only fight for the best repatriation treatment for you." The top boss also bowed. "The company has difficulty operating recently and can only cut staff."

This is nonsense, Araki doesn't believe it. But his boss did not give him any chance to argue, and a cardboard box filled with his personal belongings sent him out of the company door.

This change is too sudden, no matter how powerful Jet can not make Araki feel better. He didn't immediately step onto the rooftop of the company building and jumped down, it was already a strong performance. Because in the foot basin, being laid off is a natural disaster!

Araki walked to the street outside the company building, he hadn't figured out what was going on ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A few Yakuza with tattoos on his neck came over, "It's Araki, We want to talk to you. "

Yakuza, who was dragged by two and a half thousand to eighty thousand, kept the pedestrians avoiding. Their collars with open chests and exposed tattoos were status symbols. Where they are, there must be nothing wrong.

"I have nothing to talk to you about, I don't owe you money." Araki turned around and tried to avoid it.

"If you don't talk to us, you are not going to lose your job." Leading Yakuza sneered with a toothpick.

Araki was so anxious, "Did you ruin my job?"

"Hahaha, Araki, don't be too anxious. Believe me, it is not difficult for you to lose your job, and it will be done with a phone call." Yakuza boss laughed, and he reached over Araki's shoulder, "From now on You can't find any job in the foot basin, no one will hire you.

You only have two roads next, either you run out of deposits and go to Dongdian's nuclear power plant as a cleaner, or you can change places and continue to be your semiconductor engineer. You choose. "

This was not chosen at all.