People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Amidst the discussions, the sound of guitar strings gradually began to play...

and many more!

Hearing the familiar voice, Panasonic was startled.

You heard it right, the sound of this acoustic guitar!

With such a long memory, there can be no mistakes!

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But...how did they get here?

Subconsciously, Panasonic's body moved.

He pushed through the crowd and got into the center of the encirclement.

Then, he stood there in a daze.

I glanced at the calm and slightly handsome man standing in front of me, and the female singer with a ponytail sitting on the chair.

No mistake! It's them two!

"......"

Wait? Something seems wrong...

Panasonic lowered his head, widened his eyes, and pointed at the aluminum bowl on the ground.

"Etc., etc..."

what's the situation!

I just secretly praised you two for being untainted by the mud, and now you get involved with those underground singing bands that are selling themselves in front of your buddies?

Where is the real musician?

Panasonic suddenly felt that his values ​​were suddenly beginning to shatter.

However, before he could finish breaking it, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"I seem to remember seeing you before. Matsushita, right?"

"what?"

"Just in time."

This sentence made the office worker look up in surprise and meet the young man's gaze.

He was as calm as before, but perhaps because he was meeting someone he had met once before, he acted more familiar.

Take the initiative to speak and join in the conversation:

"The business has been waiting for over half an hour, and it's not open yet. How about considering it?"

As he spoke, the young man pointed to the ground below the two men.

"What..."

Matsushita followed the instructions and finally found a sign in front of the seated female singer.

[Ten thousand yen. ]

[Learn an English sentence.]

[Sold out as soon as the course is complete.]

"Ten thousand?"

Perhaps, for Japanese white-collar workers like Panasonic today, this money is not difficult to come up with.

Sometimes when colleagues compete with each other, it's just the money for a taxi fare.

But, in other words, no one's money comes from the wind.

Ten thousand is not a small amount. Spend ten thousand to learn one sentence of English?

Crazy?

Panasonic was a little confused.

I should have just glared at him like he was a weirdo and turned away.

However, when I looked up and saw the indifferent expression on the young man's face, he didn't look like he was joking.

Probably, it was thanks to that chance encounter.

It’s also because of the entanglement in recent days and the unexpected encounter today.

Panasonic actually felt that this matter was not that simple.

Deliberately doing something weird to attract attention?

At this moment, he would be happy to be the first to try something new.

However, it is impossible to not have one's own thoughts——

"Wow!"

Amid the exclamations of several young people who were watching the fun and the unexpected looks of the young people around, Panasonic took out his wallet from his pocket.

"You can learn English. But I have one additional request. If you don't agree, I won't buy it."

In full view of the crowd, he pulled out two ten-thousand-yuan bills and pointed at the young man in front of him:

"Add another ten thousand. I want you to sing another complete song."

Chapter 20 I’m going to punish you severely

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to be frank.

Lin Sen had actually heard about Mr. Tokyo's generosity.

If I were to describe the modern Tokyo white-collar workers in one sentence—

He wears top-notch fashion brands, hooks up with two or three friends wherever he goes, sits at a table for four when dining alone, takes a taxi every five meters, and goes to seven nightclubs on Fridays during the work week.

That's the rule here. You can work yourself into a brute to earn that damned money, but you can't be a stingy bumpkin in front of outsiders.

The main point is that if you work hard, you will earn more and spend it more like water.

If you stay in this kind of environment for a long time, you will really have an illusion——

If you live in a city where the total housing prices can buy half of Tokyo in the eastern United States, you will definitely not live in poverty.

Tokyo's newly wealthy middle-class white-collar workers strain their lumbar muscles from sitting on their chairs at work during the day, but still have to stay at home at night to read magazines and study French dining etiquette, British jazz accents, and the latest American fashion.

If you fall behind even a little, what you lose is not your dignity, but your Tokyo household registration.

Of course, one could say this is a rather pretentious attitude towards life, but there is one thing that cannot be denied.

Mr. Jing, you are really rich.

For ordinary people like Lin Sen, spending is all about value. They compare prices based on memory before buying anything. Even if a taxi stops right in front of them, they'd rather walk the half kilometer to the subway station.

But Tokyo white-collar workers don't care.

He bought seven sets of the same casual suits and rotated them every week. He changed his belt style in sync with Hollywood stars, and even wore special tight-fitting underwear that was invisible to outsiders. Lin Sen even remembered that when Rio Sasagawa was shopping in the mall and brought this strange thing to him, the reflection in the mirror showed his frown, shaking head, and a clerk covering her mouth and laughing.

all in all.

"Money can't buy happiness" is probably the life attitude of this group in recent years.

Therefore, Lin Sen was not surprised that this acquaintance who suddenly appeared in front of him and whom he had only met once was throwing away the ten thousand yuan bill as if it were a piece of white paper.

but--

"Well, it seems you've asked the wrong person for a song."

Take stock of the current situation -

I came up with a hype trick and came to this pedestrian paradise with a bit of musical culture. I wanted to emulate the underground band's model of fame and at least get a song out there that would be widely sung.

As a result, some of them failed.

I slightly misjudged the composition of this place.

Most of the people who frequented Walker's Paradise were teenagers. Some of them did have a little money at home, but it was mostly controlled by their parents.

I still don't have the confidence to casually take out tens of thousands of yuan in cash to satisfy my curiosity.

Just when I was thinking about lowering the price on the spot, Mr. Matsushita, my acquaintance dressed in white-collar clothes, appeared like a hero.

Of course I remember him. After Blue Coconut's first street concert, he came up to me and asked for a bunch of flyers, saying he was going to take them back and give them to his friends.

Thousands of "searches"

This guy must recognize Miss Qingshan's ability - based on this, he naturally cannot let go of this opportunity.

I had intended to persuade him patiently, pique his curiosity while lowering the price of "learning a sentence of English", and finally close the deal at an ordinary price of a few hundred or a thousand yuan, so as to give this failed self-promotion a decent ending.

But I didn't expect that the bosses in Tokyo are bosses, and there is nothing they can do except pay money.

Lin Sen couldn't do anything with two ten-thousand-yuan bills.

In addition, there is the exaggerated body language like a drama, and the earnest and somewhat forced attitude - it really seems a bit deliberate.

What's going on? This gala skit-like awkwardness...

If there were any experienced old men or women here, they would probably point out something and say something to others:

"Hey! If this wasn't a scam, I would have eaten that female singer's guitar right there."

Fortunately, most of the people present were young people with little social experience.

This farce can continue - damn it.

"I?"

Lin Sen pointed at himself again, but received a firm nod.

"That's right. I only want to hear you sing one song this time. I can only give you these 20,000 yuan together. If you don't want to, forget it."

Responding with this, the white-collar worker named Matsushita nodded firmly and reiterated his purpose.

Lin Sen is a little confused.

His eyes moved between this man and the female singer holding a guitar beside him, obviously in disbelief.

what's going on?

Brother, brother.

Can't you tell who is preparing to sing for money, between me and a certain girl from the summer solstice?

It's like a duo of street performers, one strong and one thin.

The slogan of "breaking rocks with one's chest" was shouted out, and the men with solid muscles, who were obviously martial artists, lay down holding their breath while hugging the big stone bricks.

Finally, a sucker came up and threw a few taels of silver, insisting that the skinny guy who was swinging the hammer replace the strong man and lie down to take the hammer -

Isn't this just embarrassing?

Can't do anything!

Although the two large bills waving in the wind in front of me are indeed quite tempting, but things are different now.

If it were the difficult days after his rebirth, Lin Sen might have gritted his teeth and done it regardless of the embarrassment.

But now, to be honest, he really doesn't need the 20,000 yen.

Therefore, we certainly have the confidence to not bow down for a few pieces of silver.

So, of course, I am prepared to refuse it with a righteous attitude.

But before he could open his mouth, he felt a force behind him, and a light body bumped into him, pushing him forward two steps.

Another hand held his arm, manipulating it to stretch out a little, just in time to receive the two ten thousand yen bills that were handed to him.

Then came a female voice that sounded even more excited than the one who gave the money.

“Sing, sing, sing, sing!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

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