Chapter 1788 No Choice

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

Talk about it?

Other people's "talking" may be acceptable, but Yakuza's "talking" is not so easy to talk about. There is nothing good about those guys who appear to be humble but are actually arrogant.

They control the custom industry, usury, and drugs. As long as it is a gray industry that can make money, they cannot get rid of their relationship. They have caused countless tragedies and are cancer cells in the foot basin society.

"I don't know what to talk about?" Araki's good mood for the day was ruined by this text message. He thought he didn't offend those domineering guys, but who knew what those villains who liked tattoos were thinking?

"The child's father, what's the matter?" When the wife handed over the lunch, seeing that Araki's face was not looking well, she couldn't help but greeted.

"Nothing." Araki took his lunch and smiled. He is in his fifties and his wife is in her forties. The two have been married for more than ten years, and they can be regarded as rare model couples, who have always treated each other with respect. At this moment when his wife asked, he could only hehe casually, "Don't worry, just take care of the children."

As Araki spoke, he reached out to touch his wife's swollen abdomen with a doting expression. His wife glared at him, escorted him out of the house, and stood in the doorway until he was gone.

Going out and squeezing onto the subway, Araki wobbled while clutching the rings in the crowded carriage, staring blankly at a large group of middle-aged people around him. Everyone seemed to be walking dead, and the atmosphere was depressing and dull.

Araki was still thinking about Yakuza in his mind. He must keep those villains out of his house and never let them hurt his family. When he was really depressed and uncomfortable, he couldn't help reaching for an inconspicuous small medicine bottle in his pocket.

The medicine bottle was opened, and a small pill was poured into Araki's mouth. The potency contained in the pill began to take effect within a few minutes, his frowning brows slowly relaxed, his mood immediately reversed, his brain thinking became more active, and Yakuza's troubles seemed to be resolved.

"That's..., Jeter?" A voice sounded beside Araki. He was an ordinary middle-aged man, a salaryman who was rushing to work just like Araki.

"Yes." Araki glanced at the other party, nodded and didn't want to say any more.

"Good stuff, very good medicine." The salaryman smiled and praised a few times, seeing that Araki had no intention of talking, he said nothing more.

nice one? Perhaps.

Araki didn't know how to evaluate Jeter,

Many people regard it as a terrifying existence like a scourge, but as a user, it is difficult for him to regard it as a simple drug. Because if it wasn't for Jeter, he would have died long ago.

Araki is a semiconductor engineer, responsible for memory research and development. He used to be a senior engineer of "Elpida", the largest memory company in the foot basin, but the financial crisis ten years ago crushed "Elpida", and also caused a heavy blow to the semiconductor industry in the foot basin.

'Elpida' was acquired by Eagle Sauce's 'Micron', many factories were closed and staff were laid off. Araki's life was difficult. He changed several jobs but failed to cheer up again. The plight of life made him think of death.

Araki was drunk on the street that day, and a Yakuza sold Jet to him. Having never touched drugs before, he bought one at random, and that one Jeter changed his life.

Ordinary drugs make people fall into visual and auditory hallucinations, but Jeter makes people's brains full of electricity and light. Araki reflected on his past few years in a split second, ashamed of his mistakes. He went home crying and apologized to his wife. The unprecedented frankness made the couple hug each other and cry.

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

Araki once again planned a route for his future life, but Jeter's medicine is only effective for 24 hours...

When Araki was frustrated and decadent again, he ran to the streets of Shinjuku to buy Jeter, and he got to know those Yakuza who spoke very politely, but could easily destroy thousands of families.

"One grain of 10,000 yen, and the price of the whole foot basin is the same. Ishii will produce it, and no one can deceive you." The gangster who sells Jet has seen too many people like Araki, and specially reminded: "It is recommended to buy a week's worth of it at once. Be careful to take it every day. If you stop taking it for more than three days in a row, your brain will shrink.”

With Jeter, Araki is as brave as a tiger, without Jeter, Araki is not even as good as a waste. He relied on Jeter to regain his confidence in the workplace, was praised by his colleagues, and had a good relationship with his wife and children. He even made his wife's belly bigger again, and the family lived happily.

When someone publicized the dangers of Jeter on the Internet, Araki couldn't help but stand up and tell his own experience to safeguard Jeter's reputation—in the dull and depressive foot basin society, a kind of life that can make people feel happy, cheerful, and even regain their lives. The drug of confidence, it is never a drug.

After expressing his thoughts publicly for the first time, Araki discovered that he had countless like-minded friends. The scope of Jeter's spread in the foot basin has reached the point of staggering.

Araki has no ill feeling towards Jeter, but he is always wary of Yakuza. 10,000 yen per grain. It is said that this is the social price after many reductions—that is, the price that will not squeeze too much and maintain a good profit.

However, the consumption of 300,000 yen a month is still too heavy for ordinary people. So Yakuza will provide usurious loans, and they don't worry about the borrowers not paying back.

It is impossible for anyone who has taken Jeter to leave it. Not to mention the strong psychological drug addiction, the result of forced withdrawal is to become a fool with brain atrophy. It was Jeter's characteristic that made Kunimitsu Shimada, the fourth member of the Ishii Society, so powerful that no one dared to refuse his request.

However, Araki's financial ability is good, and he abides by a bottom line, that is, he will never borrow usury from Yakuza. He knew he was really screwed if he borrowed it, so he was confused when the Yakuza people wanted to 'talk' to him.

Yakuza are bad, but they still behave a little bit.

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

Nani? !

It was as if Araki was really struck by lightning, he stood there dumbfounded for a long time before uttering a few words, "Why?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I can only fight for the best resignation treatment for you." The immediate boss also bowed, "The company has been struggling recently, so we can only lay off employees."

This is bullshit, Araki doesn't believe it. But his boss didn't give him any chance to argue, and sent him out of the company with a cardboard box full of his personal items.

This change was too sudden, no matter how powerful Jeter was, he couldn't make Araki feel better. He did not immediately go up to the roof of the company building and jump off, 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 in a trance. Before he could figure out what was going on, several Yakuzas with tattoos embroidered on their necks came over, "It's Araki, we want to talk to you talk."

The yakuza gangsters who pulled 250,000 to 80,000 made pedestrians keep avoiding them. They opened their collars, and the tattoos they exposed were a status symbol. Wherever they are, there must be no good things.

"I have nothing to talk to you about, I don't owe you any money." Araki turned his head and wanted to avoid it.

"If you don't talk to us, it's not the trouble of losing your job." Yakuza, the leader, sneered with a toothpick in his mouth.

Araki suddenly became furious, "You guys ruined my job?"

"Hahaha, Araki-san, don't be too impatient. Believe me, it's not difficult for you to lose your job, just a phone call away." The leader of Yakuza laughed, and he stretched out his hand to hook Araki's shoulder, "From now on , you can't find any job in footbath, no one will hire you.

You have only two options next, either you run out of savings and go to work as a cleanup worker at Tepco’s nuclear power plant, or you change places and continue to be your semiconductor engineer. You choose. "

It's not an option at all.