Because there were far fewer pedestrians, Yoruichi Toyama immediately noticed an elderly man walking alone ahead, dragging a huge suitcase.
The old man was not tall, and his suitcase almost reached his waist, making it look quite heavy.
Yuanshan Ye Yi, in a moment of impulsiveness, rushed forward in a few steps.
"Sir, do you need any help?"
The old man with a full head of white hair turned his face, his long eyebrows twitched, and a smile appeared under his Santa Claus-like white beard.
"Although I'm not that old yet, I still want to thank you!"
"You are such a kind-hearted young man."
And so the old man and the young man began their journey together.
After walking a short distance, thanks to Yoruichi Toyama's insistence, the huge suitcase was handed over to another person, and the old man took the cat and held it in his arms.
During their casual conversation, Yoruichi learned that the old man's surname was Ochiai and that he was the director of the Beika Art Museum they had just passed.
"However... that won't be the case for long."
When this topic was brought up, Mr. Ochiai couldn't help but show a disappointed expression.
The Mihana Art Museum is a private art museum that has been built for over 50 years. Mihana residents consider it a great place for leisure and cultivating their minds.
However, amid the financial crisis that swept across Asia, the owner of the art museum faced bankruptcy and had to sell the property.
The new owner, Mr. Zhenzhong, was not interested in the artistic value of the land, but rather in its enormous potential.
Therefore, they broke their promise to continue operating the art museum when they took over, and decided to convert it into a hotel.
The famous paintings and treasures in the museum's collection will be sold off to recoup some of the funds.
Museum staff, including Director Ochiai, are also facing unemployment.
The suitcase that Yoruichi Toyama was dragging at that moment contained some miscellaneous items that Director Ochiai had packed in advance in preparation for leaving the company.
It was as if the enthusiastic help from Yoruichi Toyama, a young man he met on the road, had opened up the old man Ochiai, who was full of worries, and he poured out all the things mentioned above.
Finally, with a wry smile, he said apologetically, "Look at me, I'm really getting old. I'm actually complaining to someone I just met. How rude of me..."
“Sir, please don’t say that.” Yoruichi Toyama felt that the old man’s story seemed familiar, so she quickly replied, “Some things are harder to bear if you keep them to yourself. You should talk to someone about them.”
"Anyway, I just arrived in Tokyo and don't know many people, so I won't spread rumors around."
"If you don't feel comfortable with me, just treat me as a confessional!"
"Tree hole?" Mr. Ochiai blinked, a little unaccustomed to the young man's terminology, then chuckled as he stroked the cat.
"Is it that fairy tale about the king with donkey ears?"
"Mr. Toyama, what a witty person he is!"
"And you're right, after venting, I do feel much calmer."
"I'm already this old. When faced with something like this, there's nothing one can change on their own. I can only accept it..."
That's what he said, but the old man's tone still carried a deep sense of regret.
Yoruichi Toyama didn't notice the black cat in the old man's arms giving her a meaningful look. Instead, she habitually started thinking of solutions for Mr. Ochiai and the other museum staff.
"By the way, sir, have you tried contacting the city government to see if they can help?"
"Uh... although it's a private art museum, it already has a certain influence, right? Can the city government just turn a blind eye and let it be demolished?"
For some reason, Mr. Ochiai turned his head in surprise and looked at Yoruichi Toyama.
"Mr. Toyama, you said you just arrived in Tokyo, so where were you before that?"
“Abroad,” Yoruichi Toyama said simply, thinking that China was certainly “abroad” as well.
“No wonder.” Mr. Ochiai chuckled a few times, then stroked the cat again, making Taro meow. Taro then turned and jumped onto Yoruichi Toyama’s shoulder.
"You probably don't understand those bureaucrats in Japan." Mr. Ochiai ignored the cat and said indignantly, "Behind them are those capitalists who only know how to make money!"
“Those people are in cahoots, only interested in protecting their money and status. Why would they listen to us ordinary citizens?”
Yoruichi Toyama couldn't help but scratch her head again, but when she reached out, she grabbed Taro's tail. The two glared at each other.
However, I really didn't expect that this kind-looking old gentleman was actually a Japanese angry young man... well, an elderly angry young man.
Before he could think of what to say to comfort him, Mr. Ochiai stopped in front of a small house.
"I'm home now. Mr. Toyama, thank you so much for your help and for listening to this old man's rambling all the way."
"If you don't mind..."
It seemed the old man wanted to open the door to welcome guests, but just as Yoruichi Toyama was about to agree, a cat suddenly tugged at her hair.
"Oh... thank you very much for your kindness, sir, but I have other things to attend to..."
Realizing that Taro had something to say, Yoruichi Toyama politely declined the invitation.
But as he turned to leave, he turned back and said earnestly, "Sir, there must be a way to solve the museum problem..."
...
【You're really good at meddling! What does that art museum have to do with you?】
As soon as he stepped out of the old man's sight, Taro couldn't wait to start complaining.
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