Spring Thunder Chapter 0291 Monkey's Counterattack
"I'm Nan Yi, sent by Ikeda as a trainee. I'm here to handle the follow-up of your matter."
"Comrade Nan, hello, hello. I am Qiu Guangyue, he is Qiu Da Kui, and he is Qiu Shitou." Qiu Guangyue struggled to sit up from the ground and introduced the three of them to Nan Yi.
"Hello."
Nan Yi shook hands with the three people respectively, and they chatted for a while.
"Comrade Nan, the unit won't send us back to China, right?" Qiu Guangyue asked worriedly.
"You don't have to worry about this. The three of you have only paid back one installment, and there are still eleven installments to pay. The company can't just let you go. You can just rest here and recuperate. When you are well, the company will arrange new jobs for you.
only……
It is good to be willing to help others, and this deserves recognition.
But you have to do what you can. Everyone comes here to make money. In Tokyo, as long as you don't take the initiative to cause trouble, if you are bullied, the company will naturally seek justice for you."
"The company is very good. It paid for our medical expenses."
"This is all I deserve. Your 1.8 million yen will not be wasted. I don't know what you like to eat, so I didn't buy it for you." Nan Yi said, taking out three envelopes from his pocket and handing them out to the three people, "One for each of you. Buy whatever you want to eat and don't skimp on it.
This body is the capital of revolution. If you eat and drink well, your body will recover quickly and you can continue to make money quickly.
Work hard at work, and go to a language school to learn Japanese when you have time. If you are good at Japanese, you can find a better job. Live calmly, and go back home when you feel you have earned enough. Don't get together with bad people."
Nan Yi's words were full of earnestness, as if he was giving instructions to his younger generation.
Nowadays, there are two underworld gangs in Tokyo that are related to Chinese people. One is Nu Luo Quan (which means descendants of the dragon), whose main members are the second and third generation of post-war orphans who returned from China in recent years.
Nu Luo Quan was originally a spontaneous mutual aid organization, but in the specific social environment and cultural conflicts, this mutual aid organization is gradually evolving into a criminal group.
Because they cannot integrate into Japanese society, they are discriminated against by other Japanese. In addition, all the members grew up in China and are closer to Chinese people, so they will also absorb Chinese people as members.
The other one is the Hu Qing Gang, whose full name is the Hu Jian Youth Mutual Aid Federation. It had a good idea at the beginning. It was an organization for mutual help among fellow villagers. The Hu Jian people helped each other, and those who came first helped those who came later.
But later on, its nature changed and it became a violent gang hated by all. In addition, since most of its members came from Huqing, the Huqing Gang was also called the Huqing Gang.
Nan Yi didn't want the people he sent out to be cheated by these gangs, and he didn't want to see anyone joining these gangs. He started the Ikeda trainee dispatch program to make money and help a group of people at the same time, not to let them come here and become short-lived ghosts cursed by others every day.
"Comrade Nan, we came here because we can make good money here. We won't do anything messy."
"That's good. You guys take good care of your injuries. I won't stay any longer."
Qiu Guangyue struggled to stand up, Nan Yi patted his shoulder and told him to sit down, "Don't send me off, have a good rest."
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It was already ten o'clock in the morning when Wagner Mantovani woke up from his nightmare, gasping for breath.
He got out of bed in a cold sweat, walked to the bathroom next door, scooped up two handfuls of cold water and washed his face, which made him feel much more conscious.
Just now in his dream, he returned to the crowded and dirty Morio slum in São Paulo, and became the plumber who walked through the hot and humid sewers all day and earned only a few dollars a month.
At the end of the nightmare, he was chased by a giant rat with scarlet eyes, running for his life in the sewer, and finally woke up at the last moment before being bitten to death.
Wagner Mantovani is the original name of Muto Wagner. The surname Mantovani is the only legacy left to him and his sister by his Samba-derived gambler father.
But now Muto doesn't want to hear anyone call him Mantovani anymore, just like he doesn't want to recall his poor life in Morio even in his dreams.
Muto, who is 25 years old this year, came to Tokyo with his sister Reisa four years ago. The best thing his late Japanese mother did in her life was to give birth to him and his sister in a Japanese hospital in São Paulo, and his mother's nationality was recorded in the birth record.
It was thanks to this record that he and his sister had the opportunity to come to Tokyo.
The entire 1980s was Japan's golden decade, and the rapidly developing economy caused an extreme shortage of labor in Japan.
At the same time, several South American countries were in turmoil. Among the Japanese immigrants who had immigrated to Samba, Chile and other countries in the early years, the middle and lower class groups who had difficulty making a living chose to return to Japan to survive.
The Japanese cabinet, which was in urgent need of labor, gave these people great convenience and even encouraged them to return to Japan to work. The Muto siblings took advantage of this trend.
Coming from the hell of the Morio slums in Sao Paulo to the metropolis of Tokyo, the Muto siblings felt as if they had arrived in heaven. They were filled with gratitude and admiration for the Japanese cabinet that was willing to accept them and save them from the sea of suffering.
But that is the big environment. On a smaller level, these mixed-race people returning from abroad will naturally be excluded, and they will not be able to get good jobs. The fact that Muto can act so arrogantly in the Kitamatsu Food Processing Factory is not unrelated to the fact that her sister is pretty and has hooked up with Kitamatsu's top executives.
Muto stayed in the bathroom for a while, then took off his pajamas that were soaked with cold sweat, picked up a piece of clothes from the closet and put them on, then walked downstairs to the kitchen in his canvas shoes.
There was no one in the kitchen, but white rice, miso soup and two small fried fish were neatly placed on the dining table outside. When Muto saw this, he couldn't help but frowned.
He opened the door of the refrigerator next to him and rummaged around inside. Apart from milk and beer, there were only unprocessed vegetables and meat in the refrigerator, and nothing that could be eaten directly.
Muto slammed the refrigerator door shut in annoyance. He just happened to see his sister Reisa coming in from the backyard with an empty bowl. He immediately yelled at her in dissatisfaction, "Why is it this shitty miso soup again? You know I hate eating this the most."
Leisa walked to the side of the kitchen, stuffed the empty basin into the storage cabinet above the washing machine, and said without turning her head: "We want to integrate into Japanese society, so of course we have to adapt to the food here. What's wrong with eating rice and miso soup for breakfast?"
"Why should we adapt to Japanese food? Those Japanese don't welcome us, they treat us like shit." Muto was filled with indignation and raised his arms to refute.
Muto Resa rolled her eyes helplessly and said, "You have been hanging out with Bayano's gang again these past few days, right? Wagner, I warn you, stay away from them. They are dangerous and will ruin you."
She grabbed Muto's shoulders and forced him to sit on a chair at the dining table.
"Tomorrow you go to work honestly in the factory and don't contact Bayano's gang anymore!" She thought for a moment and then said, "Last week you asked Miura to help you fire three Chinese people?
Wagner, you should be more restrained in the factory in the future. If those Chinese people really want to bring the matter to the top management, I can't speak for you. After all, the factory is not owned by Miura, and he has people above him who are in charge. "
"Lesha, my sister, you can rest assured about this. Those yellow monkeys are the most honest and weakest creatures in the world.
As long as I don't go too far and make them unable to survive, they are the best slaves and cash cows. No wonder half of the country was conquered by a small country like Japan. "
He picked up the bowl, held his breath and drank the miso soup as if it were medicine, smacked his lips with a bitter face, and continued: "Sister, you know that old man Sanpu will never marry you, and he is not obsessed with you to the point of spending a lot of money on you.
Even this house is rented to you, but the way of collecting rent is different." He smiled sarcastically and said, "We can't put all our hopes on the kindness and generosity of that old man, we have to find a way to make money ourselves.
Leisa, do you know?
The yellow monkeys in the factory, and the wild monkeys in Southeast Asia."
At this point, Muto seemed very proud of his wild monkey metaphor. He chuckled nervously twice, and then continued to say to Reisa: "I can make 1 million yen a week from these monkeys, which is 4 million a month.
Leisa, this is 16,000 US dollars, do you understand, 16,000, but what is the cost? It's just spending hundreds of thousands of yen every month to support Paulinho and his gang.
As for trouble, you don't have to worry at all, Leisa.
You have never dealt with these monkeys, so you will never estimate how low their tolerance limit is.
You know, last time, a monkey woman came to the factory to look for him, and Paulinho, that bastard, met her and tied her up in the warehouse for everyone to have fun with.”
At this point, as if recalling the past, Muto licked the corner of his mouth and continued, "You would never have thought that when the male monkey came to cause trouble, and we beat him up, I promised to exempt him from paying his share of the money for a month, and he actually behaved himself as if nothing had happened.
You say, what kind of trouble can such a person bring to us? "
Leisa glanced at her brother with a mixture of surprise and disgust. She wanted to say something, smacked her lips, and finally remained silent. She stood up, took off her apron, walked to the entrance to change into leather shoes, turned to Muto and said, "I'm going out. Miura has an appointment with me, so I won't be back tonight. Remember to go to work tomorrow."
Of course, it was impossible for Muto to stay at home alone for a whole day. After Reisa left, he called Paulinho and a few other brothers who followed him, and they went to the downtown area of Shinjuku together.
Throughout the day, we went bowling, eating, and singing karaoke, and in the evening we went to a red-light shop in Kabukicho Ichibangai to spend some money.
While he was happy, dozens of Fukuzawa Yukichi tickets were missing from his pocket.
But Muto didn't care. Money came easily to him anyway, so it was normal to spend a little to have fun.
They quarreled with the PR lady in the shop until closing time, and then they staggered out of Kabukicho, supporting each other. After giving each of the younger brothers a 10,000 yen bill and sending them away, Muto smoked gloomily, standing at the intersection waiting for a taxi.
The PR lady he had taken a fancy to just now finally did not agree to accompany him to the love hotel, which made him very unhappy.
But he knew in his heart that this was Shinjuku, not the Kitamatsu meat processing plant where he could bully others. So he could only watch the little girl disappear at the door of the sex shop with a group of friends, while he could only take a taxi home alone.
After the taxi arrived, he was woken up by the driver. After paying the fare and getting off the taxi, he shivered in the cold wind in the middle of the night, but he was much more awake.
He groped his way to the front door of his house, took the key out of his pocket, and fiddled with it several times under the light of the street lamp outside before he managed to insert the key into the keyhole.
After opening the door and entering the house, he felt the switch on the wall to turn on the lights in the entrance and living room. His throat was a little dry from being burned by the alcohol, so he kicked off his shoes and went to the kitchen to get some ice water to drink.
Unexpectedly, just as he turned into the living room from the entrance, a black shadow flashed before his eyes. Then, a hand pinched the back of his neck and a thumb pressed under his ear. His eyes turned black and he immediately fainted.
Although Muto had ample experience of being attacked in the slums, he was just an ordinary person with a lot of ruthlessness, not a strictly trained killing machine. Facing the killing machine, he had no room for resistance.
Besides, he was already drunk.
It was unknown when Muto woke up from his coma. He shook his head to regain some clarity, then looked around and found himself lying on the bed in his room.
He was confused. He had clearly been attacked, so why was he lying in bed?
I checked his whole body but didn't find any tiny wounds. It was strange, who was so kind as to just knock him out without leaving any souvenirs on him?
Unable to figure it out, he decided not to think about it for the time being. The biggest blessing was that he was not in trouble. He had to find a way to find the person who had knocked him unconscious.
Muto walked into the bathroom angrily, washed his face and prepared to go to work.
After washing his face, he went downstairs. Since Leisa was not at home today, he did not have to eat the disgusting miso soup. He could go to the street to buy something he wanted to eat. He put on his shoes at the entrance, locked the door, walked out of the yard, and came to the street outside.
Just as he was reaching out his hand to stop a taxi, his heart suddenly ached. He withdrew his hand, pressed his chest, his face turned pale, and his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.
Then, with a bang, his upper body hit the ground straight away and he lost consciousness.
When the taxi driver saw this, he hurried over to check, poked his nose at Muto, then shuddered and staggered to find a phone to call the police.
