Inside the comic rental house, the waiting brothers bowed at the same time and shouted in unison:
"Brother Fujiwara!"
.................
"Master, please hurry up."
Sakaki Makoto checked the time and found that it was already nine o'clock.
Compared to the scheduled time of 8:30, it was half an hour late.
The restaurant where the Mori family treated themselves to dinner was in Shinjuku, not too far from the station, only 7 kilometers away.
According to his precise time calculation, it should only take 15 minutes to get from the station to the restaurant.
But....
Who could have imagined that there would be a rear-end collision ahead!
The traffic police temporarily blocked the intersection, with police lights flashing, causing traffic to become extremely congested in an instant.
The taxi driver was an old man in his 70s wearing reading glasses.
It is obviously unrealistic to expect him to overtake...
"Guest, as you can see, the road ahead is closed."
"Well, I'll take another route..."
Under Sakaki Makoto's horrified gaze, the old man tremblingly took out a piece of paper from the storage box.
Tokyo map.
I wonder if you don't know the way?!
Sakaki Makoto's scalp felt numb and his mouth felt bitter.
But he couldn't complain to an old man.
I am just pessimistic about the current situation in Japan.
What kind of society would force an old man who should be retired and enjoying his retirement to drive a taxi to make money?
Seeing this situation, Sakaki Makoto became more determined to make more money.
After marriage, there are too many places where money needs to be spent, such as milk powder, confinement nanny, daily expenses, travel, spare funds, etc....
He doesn't want to go out to work when he's in his seventies or eighties.
Since the Asakura Nobuaki case, although Sakaki Makoto has made a lot of money, he has no intention of squandering it.
All saved up.
Make plans for the future.
He is a man with a long-term vision.
Just as he was daydreaming, a female police officer from the traffic department came over and knocked on the car window.
"Hello, we estimate that it will take another twenty minutes to clear the streets..."
Yumi Miyamoto said.
The old driver nodded and turned around and said:
"Guests, we are still...guests?"
“Where are the people?!”
In the back seat, Makoto Sakaki's shadow had long disappeared, leaving only a 5,000-yuan bill lying there quietly.
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