After finishing the last bite of the sandwich, Mr. Chihara crumpled the bag into a ball and stuffed it into the pocket of Hirata's trousers.

I ate so quickly that I almost choked to death. I quickly hammered my chest with my hand and took the Coke out of the plastic bag.

"Help me."

He put the jar on Hirata's shoulder.

Hirata was still mumbling that this guy was still using him as a tool as before, letting him drive around in his car.

Suddenly I heard him talking, and then I felt something on my shoulder, so I subconsciously reached out to help it.

"Hold it tight." Qianyuan let go of his hand, then pulled the tab on the can, feeling particularly satisfied when he heard the popping bubbles.

"flutter--"

"Don't drive with one hand." Qianyuan took back the opened Coke can and told the president to pay attention to traffic safety.

Drink a sip.

Well, it's not very cold, but it's okay.

Hirata glanced at his coat, was silent for half a minute, and held back three words: "You are a dog!"

"What does it have to do with it? It's all dark anyway, so you can't see it." The boy's mother said in a rare moment of willfulness, "I'll take it back and wash it for you at night."

"Okay." Hirata said expressionlessly.

"By the way, why haven't you changed your car yet?"

Qianyuan twisted his body, always feeling uncomfortable when sitting, "I see other people's presidents go out either in Rolls-Royce or Ferrari, why do you still drive a Mazda?"

"Absolutely, I only bought this new car two years ago, why should I exchange it for it! In a few years, if you receive a lot of notices, I will personally drive an Aston Martin to pick you up and drop you off." Mr. President curled his lips.

Although Mr. Chihara has no idea which one is more expensive, Aston Martin, Rolls-Royce or Ferrari.

"Speaking of which, you bought this car when you were still in LM, right?" Mr. Qianyuan recalled.

"At that time, it just happened to be your last-minute bonus plus the money I had saved in the past few years to help me raise the money for a new car." Hirata was filled with emotion and always felt that time flew by so fast.

Obviously, I was just an ordinary little social worker before, but in the blink of an eye I became the big boss of a small company.

The former high school students have become well-dressed college students.

"Why are you dazed? If you drive any further, you're going too far!" Mr. Qianyuan patted the front desk of the car in front of the dazed man.

He pointed to a small restaurant not far from the roadside. The knife and fork sign at the door was particularly conspicuous.

…

There hasn't been much work these days. Matsuda, who has resumed his part-time job again, sincerely drops some detergent on the magic cotton and uses hot water to wash away the oil stains on the porcelain plates. In winter, the water should not be turned on too high, otherwise working for a long time will not be good for the boiler.

Well, veteran warrior Matsuda has quite a bit of experience with this.

There are many customers coming to the restaurant to eat today. After all, it’s the New Year and it’s time to have fun during the holidays.

In all directions outside, there are people going to eat or looking for relaxation after a year of hard work. Couples are holding hands, couples are holding children, and every shop on the commercial street is playing melodious or dynamic music.

After withdrawing his mind, Matsuda took a sincere glance at the heartbroken store manager, who was still gnashing his teeth and waving the cooking knife.

People can't help but feel that falling out of love is such a hurtful thing. Fortunately, Mr. Matsuda is afraid of women.

But it was already afternoon, and there were not many customers. Matsuda sincerely touched the water once, and took advantage of his free time to wipe his hands. He pulled up a chair and sat down, flipping through a few pages of the animation script given by his agent. The writing was pretty good, and the main plot was

The plot is simple and clear.

Coincidentally, he is also a simple person. After coming to Tokyo, he always felt that the air in big cities is colored. In addition to air pollution, it should be due to the pressure of life.

The past few years were very tight, but now he has the hope of participating in the recording work, especially since there was a male protagonist dubbing for a cartoon a few days ago, so he can feel a little more relaxed.

When there was two buzzes, I took out my phone and looked through the text box. It seemed to be from a colleague.

【Are you coming to the fireworks display tonight? The office has a front row seat.】

It was an invitation from a female colleague.

I kind of don't want to go.

His personality is also simple, with the exception of social phobia. For him, socializing seems to be a kind of hardship. It is better to use a piece of paper to clearly write down the daily tasks. Make a form and complete one item every day.

Draw a check mark or circle to indicate completion.

If I can’t cross it out, I always feel like it will create a sense of lack in my life.

Matsuda sincerely understands the flaws in his character.

Don’t be too friendly with others, but don’t be too friendly with others either.

Maintaining a common impression on each other is the best way to avoid trouble.

But this afternoon's work was almost over. He glanced at the time and saw that it was almost there.

Matsuda sincerely put on a thick cotton-padded jacket, which his mother sent all the way from Hokkaido. At that time, he also stuffed a few notes from his younger brothers and sisters in his pocket, urging him to become a big name quickly.

Voice actors dub the tokusatsu and animations they like to watch, and now it seems that half of their goal has been accomplished.

"Matsuda, are you going back so early?" The sentimental store manager, who was sitting on the steps of the back door smoking a cigarette, took a look and asked.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Is your girlfriend going to watch the fireworks?" the store manager asked.

"It's just company team building."

"That's it...then I'm relieved." He said happily, "I almost thought that Meng Hulu would be single before me this year."

"Thank you, I will try my best." Matsuda replied sincerely and seriously.

"Don't hurt me at this time."

He shook his head, took out a wad of banknotes from his thick wallet and handed it to Matsuda's sincere hand, "If it takes five hours today, it will be seven thousand five hundred yen."

It’s exactly half of what Makoto Matsuda earns for dubbing an episode, but dubbing doesn’t happen every day. After all, the season is just a three-month part-time job. After the animation recording period, you still have to look for announcements, which is not safer than this.

Matsuda Makoto's ability to maintain his life in Tokyo is due to his ability to take part-time jobs when he has free time.

I said goodbye to my fellow workers in the store, stuffed my animation scripts back into my thick winter-proof cotton coat, and put on my fluffy hat from Hokkaido to warm my body.

Fortunately, it didn't snow today, and the umbrella I brought when I went out was not used. Matsuda sincerely walked out of the store slowly.

Huh?

"That person looks so familiar..."

When Mr. Qianyuan caught a glimpse of some bloated passers-by, he always felt like he had seen them before.

"What are you looking at?" Zhuda Caimiao rolled up the hem of his clothes and kicked him sideways.

It's still clogs, it hurts a lot.

Mr. Qianyuan rubbed the soft flesh of his buttocks, took a breath of air, and squinted at her with a proud expression on her face.

"You won't do anything today, right?" Zhu Dacai Miao reminded, shaking the rented clothes on her body.

"No, it's really on the books this time. You paid for my food today." Mr. Qianyuan stared fiercely at his high-income sister.
Chapter completed!