The wretched heir of the main god

"Why isn't it dirty? It's all like this."

Owner: "..."

Pay the money honestly!

Soon, Lin Luo's extended double red flag car also had a patrolman passing by, but he only glanced at the special pass attached to the front windshield of the car, waved his hand and let it go directly, even without the bridge toll. Pay.

Everyone in the car noticed this scene.

After the car drove through the toll gate and crossed the bridge, Kiba Mikoto said, "Are we also rich and powerful?"

Jian Guangji said: "This license plate is a military license plate, issued to us by the military, and the special pass is issued by the Ideological Review Committee. Of course, it is not Yakushi Temple Ryoko, but the national thief Chen Bachi."

Lin Luo said, "Chen Bachi is a bastard, but he is a bastard on our side. So during this period, no matter what he tossed Japan into, you should not think about being a "Ten Zhu Ba Chi" or something. See you. The police in Tokyo have abused their power to arbitrarily fine and generate income. The internal news I got is that their superiors have issued a monthly fine of 10 million Chinese yuan to traffic police in Tokyo, which is more than a prize. , Not enough reverse.... hehe..."

"Bagayaru!"

Kiba Mikoto scolded angrily.

Tomoko was sent to the hospital first, and then to the high school where Mikoto went to school. As for Rita Oriha, this second-year girl dropped out of school because she joined the entertainment industry. The last time she went to school was a year ago.

"Zhiye, don't think that you are a star now, you can stop studying hard. From now on, I will ask the people of Xingluo to provide you with various historical and cultural knowledge as well as humanities. Revolution without knowledge. Those are just dolls manipulated by others. An army without knowledge is just a rogue..."

"I know, brother-in-law, you are so long-winded!"

Rita Oriha was crying, with an expression of "Don't listen or listen, the monk is reciting sutras".

Lin Luo, who was sitting in the second row, stretched out his hand and pressed it on Zhiye's forehead, rubbing frantically, just rubbing her combed hair in the morning into a rotten chicken nest.

"Ah, brother-in-law, what are you doing?"

Zhiye screamed, but did not get help from his companions on both sides.

"On Xingluo's side, I will ask them to change their contracts and take cultural exams twice a year. If they have excellent grades, they will receive a prize. Hua and Donghua have appeared in show performances several times. This time when Xiaonan was doing variety show in Xihua, someone asked her who burned the Old Summer Palace, but she couldn’t answer...like you guys. If such a celebrity artist only has a face but no brain, he will encounter a ceiling when his career rises to a certain level. If you want to really surpass your mother, it is necessary to improve your cultural heritage."

Zhiye looked at Lin Luo with an unintelligible appearance.

"In Japan, most female artists rely on their faces to eat their youthful meals, and when they are old, they suffer in their old age. In your memory, those female artists who end up with a good ending are actually smart women. Read more Only when you read books can you think, and when you use your brain more, you can become a woman with deep foundation."

Zhiye closed his mouth and looked at Lin Luo with a strange expression.

Lin Luo looked at Kiba Mikoto again: "I won't have any big activities here recently, Mikoto, you should focus on studying. You are going to college this year. Don't miss classes. Wait. If you are admitted to Dongda University, I will have another reward."

"What reward?"

"Whatever, you just have to mention the conditions at that time."

After sending the three middle two girls to their destinations one after another, Lin Luo and Jian Guangji were the only ones left in the car.

Jian Guangji asked Lin Luo: "Are you going to Qingqing Hospital?"

"No, I don't want to work today. I want to take a break. You accompany me and we go shopping together."

Jian Guangji was taken aback, happy in her heart, and nodded. After the two parked the car in the parking lot of Xingluo Company, Lin Luo used Xingluo's dressing room to simply put on makeup and cover up her "celebrity". After his true colors, he wandered in the streets of central Tokyo with Kan Guanghime.

The Xufu Fund Headquarters building of the Yaoshi Temple House was built near Xingluo Entertainment.After the two came out, Lin Luo saw at a glance that the door of Xu Fu Bank to which he belonged was now lined with crowds.Now is the era of electronic money and cashless transactions. There are still so many people who withdraw cash at the door of the bank. That can only explain one thing: With the spread of various negative news that is harmful to the Yakushi Temple family, ordinary people are now Deposits and funds are also being withdrawn one after another.The public's confidence in it is being completely lost.

Lin Luo didn't care about the future fate of the Yaoshisi family, he just glanced at it with a sneer, and continued to stroll around with his sister.

On the streets of Tokyo after the Spring Festival, an atmosphere of depression and rundown can be felt everywhere.

It is now ten o'clock in the morning, and in every shopping mall, most of them can only see stale salespersons and empty doorways, and only a few "discount counters" occasionally stop by.Every few steps, I saw the roadside merchants hanging up signs such as "the last seven days, bankruptcy and liquidation" to solicit customers.

Not only that, Lin Luo also saw a large number of gray-haired old people, all over 60 years old at least.

Elderly people sweep the streets. Elderly people hold small flags to maintain order on the road. They ride electric bicycles with a stove in the back seat. Most of them are hawking oden-boiled snacks along the street.

The population structure of 8421 lasted for many years. Today, Japan is an area with extremely serious aging problems. On average, one out of three people is an elderly person over 60 years old.Lin Luo’s development of bleeding orchids can greatly improve the body’s physique and life span, and increase the physical strength of these dying old people, but the consequences are that they live longer and the country’s social maintenance pressure is greater. Big.This problem is even more deadly for Japan, which is not in the second-class area and has an unprecedented aging problem.

Because of the blood orchid, Donghua Zhengxun has been considering extending the upper limit of retirement age, while the Japanese region is going further. It is now discussing the topic of raising the retirement age to 70 years old. This will be passed soon. motion.

When passing a street stall, Lin Luo and Jian Guangji heard the electric horn carried by the vendor release the recording.

"The largest down garment factory in Kansai, the Daban Garment Factory closed down! The bastard owner Li Guding owed 300 million yuan in gambling and prostitution, and ran away with his sister-in-law. We had no choice but to get the clothes for their wages. The original prices were all It’s more than three thousand, over one thousand down jackets, everything is three hundred yuan, everything is three hundred yuan! The bastard Li Guding, you are not a human, we have worked hard with you for more than half a year, you ran away from the eunuch without pay, and you still pay My hard-earned money, return my hard-earned money..."

Listening to the sales promotion familiar to the main world, Lin Luo not only smiled, and walked over with Jian Guangji, picked up the down jacket on the stall and looked at it, and found that the workmanship was not bad.These costumes were sold directly by the other party using a car to set up a stall on the side of the road.

Lin Luo chatted with the hawker while looking at the clothes, "It used to be forbidden to set up stalls here in Tokyo."

The hawker replied: "No one cares about this anymore, as long as you pay the sanitation and management fees."

While speaking, a patrolman came over and held the wide-brimmed hat on his head upside down in his hand. As he passed the stall, the vendor took a five-yuan bill from his pocket and threw it into the hat.Seeing this scene, hawkers are accustomed to, patrols are accustomed to, passers-by are accustomed to.

This year is a cold winter, and it is now March. The temperature here in Tokyo is between zero and six degrees. Coupled with the dampness and coldness, it is even more freezing cold.Lin Luo saw the old man holding a red flag at the roadside intersection to help maintain order. He was wearing glasses and gray hair, but he was still waving the flag in the cold wind to maintain traffic.

The old man wore a cotton-padded jacket and was very shabby. The position of his right sleeve and forearm seemed to be broken by something, revealing the tidbits inside.

Whether it is an old man or an elderly cleaner who sweeps trash next to them, they are all temporary workers employed by "private enterprises". These private businesses are contracted by the Japanese underworld to the Zhengxun government.Unemployment is everywhere in Japan, but the service industries contracted by the triads prefer to hire these old men as temporary workers rather than young people.Because their wages are extremely low, only less than one-third of young adults.More importantly, these old guys who fast-forward to the coffin don't have much energy, and they can find various reasons for defaulting and deducting wages, and they are not afraid that they will resist and make trouble.

"While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone."

Lin Luo felt soft and remembered this sentence again.He said to the hawker: "I bought all your clothes. You can charge a total price."

The hawker was overjoyed after a stay.

"You send all these clothes to these cleaners and trafficmen on the side of the road, one piece per person."

Lin Luo took off his sunglasses and saw his face. The hawker was startled and said, "You are... Dr. Lin Taiping."

Lin Luo didn't talk too much with him. After asking about the total price, he put the money on the other side's account on the spot.

Then Lin Luo picked up the phone, dialed a number, called a believer who lived in the nearby Guangming Shengjiao, and told him to drive a car with a vendor and deliver clothes all the way along the street.

Watching the hawker send clothes away all the way, Lin Luo said to Jian Guangji:

"Looking back on my life of drunkenness and dreams last month and recently, compared to the old man over there with white hair but still working, I suddenly felt that I was guilty."

Jian Guangji said: "Is this the sadness of the petty bourgeoisie? Doctor, you haven't developed the ruthless habit of the big bourgeoisie."

Lin Luo laughed at himself: "History is a spiral, and so are people. It's you..."

Lin Luo looked at Jian Guangji and sighed: "Your age is at most two years older than your friend, but you are much more mature than her. Some places may even be more mature than me, always revealing everywhere. A calmness that sees through the world."

"Are you saying that I am old? This is not a very polite behavior!"

Jian Guangji laughed playfully like a little girl.

Lin Luo knew that she was avoiding this topic, and suddenly reached out and put her in her arms.