Morning, 10 o'clock.
Sakaki Makoto slumped down on the sofa tiredly and wiped the sweat off his face.
Those fans were so enthusiastic that he could hardly handle it.
It only took Makoto Sakaki two hours to "distribute" hundreds of flyers.
The word "fa" is not quite appropriate.
The method they use is "robbing".
Open robbery.
Fans snatched the flyer, flipped it to the blank side on the spot, and took out a pen to ask him to sign it.
Of course, Sakaki Makoto would...
<(￣︶￣)>
I agreed gladly.
He was able to become a celebrity thanks to the "vigorous" promotion of him by Japanese TV stations.
After a night of public opinion fermentation, his name was spread by word of mouth and became famous in the streets and alleys overnight.
Even the next day, he could still see his handsome face on the TV on the roadside.
The newspapers are also full of reports about me.
The kind that occupies a whole page.
Be a celebrity...
It's also very annoying....
Sakaki Makoto sighed, rubbed his sore wrist, closed his eyes and planned to take a nap.
So much had happened in the past two days that his brain was already overloaded.
Plus, today was my first day at work, so I came to work a little early and didn’t get enough sleep.
The whole person feels exhausted.
By ten o'clock, the number of customers in the bank gradually increased, including presidents handling business, entrepreneurs seeking loans, and ordinary people making current and fixed deposits...
The carriages and horses kept coming one after another.
Siling Bank is a very famous large bank with booming business.
The female staff at the counter were busying around, constantly pressing the call buttons.
Hirota Masami sat in the third seat. She wore square glasses and greeted every guest with a professional smile.
People were coming and going in the bank. Makoto Sakaki sat at the door, unable to sleep, so he could only keep his eyes open and look at her.
Gin asked him to report on Hirota Masami's movements every day, and he always had to give a reason.
After watching for a while, Sakaki Makoto lost interest.
It's really too mechanical.
He knew what Hirota Masami was going to do next without even looking.
[Hello, sir/madam, what kind of business do you want to handle? (Laughs)]
[Ah, yes, you want to make a fixed deposit, right? Okay, please give me your Individual Number Card and bankbook. (laughs)]
[It has been done. Thank you for your support of Siling Bank. Welcome to visit us next time. (Laughs)]
Smile, smile, isn’t she tired?
Sakaki Makoto tilted his head, feeling somewhat confused.
Sitting upright with a sweet smile, Sakaki Makoto couldn't bear to maintain this for the whole morning.
Boring.
Why did Gin ask him to keep an eye on Hirota Masami?
If this were the case every day, there would be no need for me to do anything.
Isn't this like cutting butter with a 40-meter-long knife? It's a waste of resources!
Sakaki Makoto thought of the director of tea development research in the institute again.
She...is somewhat similar to Hirota Masami...
"Hello!"
Kitamura Hisamitsu was patrolling the hall and happened to see Sakaki Makoto who was idle, and he glared at him.
"You're hiding here and being lazy!"
"I'm going to deduct a day's salary from you!"
Sakaki Makoto frowned:
"Which eye of yours saw me slacking off?"
Kitamura Hisamitsu sneered, "Not lazy?"
“Have you finished distributing the flyers?”
“I’ve finished sending it.”
Kitamura Hisamitsu: "?"
“Hundreds of flyers, and you distributed them in just two hours?!”
Kitamura Hisamitsu screamed in disbelief.
In order to let Makoto Sakaki experience the cold wind in the first month of the year, he specially arranged three times the workload for him.
A normal person would need a whole day to send out 200 cards, but he sent out all these hundreds in just two hours?
Kitamura Hisamitsu glanced at the clock on the wall, and several veins popped out on his forehead.
He figured out why.
This guy must have stuffed the flyer into the trash can!
Hum, if I found a lot of flyers in the trash can...
I can then dismiss you with a legitimate reason!
Kitamura Hisamitsu showed a malicious smile and patted Sakaki Makoto on the shoulder:
"Oh, it's not easy. Now that you've distributed the flyers, take a break."
"I'll go out and take a look."
Sakaki Makoto nodded, not understanding why, and thought:
This thief Sun has changed his gender?
Why did you suddenly change your expression?
He is really more fickle than that monkey.
Kitamura Hisamitsu walked out of the door, and his eyes instantly locked onto the four trash cans in front, behind, left and right, like detection radars.
He coughed, walked to the vending machine on the street, bought a can of hot coffee, and walked to the trash can while drinking it.
Bang!
The moment he threw the can into the trash can, Kitamura Hisamitsu quickly lowered his head, took a look inside the trash can, then raised his head, straightened his clothes seriously, and left in a serious manner.
No...
Next!
Walking to the second trash can, Kitamura Hisamitsu squatted down, pretending to tie his shoelaces while taking a look inside the trash can.
Still no....
Next!
At the third trash can, Kitamura Hisamitsu lit a cigarette, puffed out smoke, glanced carefully at the passers-by, put it out, lowered his head, and finished in one go.
oops?
Still no?
How strange...
Not scientific...
There are only four trash cans nearby, and any further would require running to another neighborhood....
Since it is none of these three, it must be the last one!
He quickly walked to the last trash can. This time, Kitamura Hisamitsu didn't pretend. He just opened the trash can and took a look.
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