Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty Seventh Flashy Bubble, Joys and Sorrows

Chapter 587 Flashy bubbles, joys and sorrows

"Oh, Mommy hasn't eaten yet. Ryoko is going to warm up the meal for Mommy. :. Really good girl. Dad misses Ryoko and Mommy so much."

"Dad will be back soon, a week at most. After returning, we can go back to Tokyo. If Ryoko and mother don't like Tokyo, we can move to other places."

"Dad has done a big business and will be back soon. Okay, Ryoko take care of mother, go to bed early, good night."

The man's voice was a little choked, his eyes were red, and he stared at the phone screen. When it was determined that the call had been hung up, the man put down the phone, put his head in his hands, and 'sobs' sobbed.

"Mizuka Tomiya, you're really a 'bastard', you're trash, you're scum, you're trash, you're shit. You should be damned, you should be cut to the stomach, you should be damned ten thousand times."

While scolding himself, he hugged his head and sobbed, "What kind of man are you, you are not a man. In order to make a fortune, you owe a whole lot of debt, and your family suffers."

"Why didn't you die earlier, why did you live, why didn't you cut your belly early." The man pulled his hair and bumped his head on the sofa.

When he cried loudly, he tried to control his emotions, but his contorted face couldn't hold back the 'sobs' and crying.

He stuffed the clothes into his mouth and covered his mouth to prevent his cry from getting out.

After a while, he controlled his emotions and stopped crying, leaving only a series of 'sobs'.

He murmured, "I can't die yet...I haven't raised enough money...I can't let them take Ryoko..."

He was probably tired of crying, but he had an illusion. He saw a sudden flash of white light in the void, and then he fell into a coma.

"Alas!" George sighed, "a flashy bubble, so many joys and sorrows."

Looking at the scene of this man today, George can already imagine it. Two years from now, when the financial bubble in Hong Kong bursts, what will it look like?

All the assets that were bought at the high point became their reminders at the end.

The lucky person is only in debt, and if the debt is too heavy, then his wife and children are really separated, and they are separated from life and death.

And at that moment, even death has become a luxury. Death is easy, but dragging one's wife and children to death is not easy.

George pointed his finger lightly, and the combination lock of the safe on the coffee table turned zizily, and then the safe was opened.

It is a big red and beautiful box. The box is opened with velvet padding and a stone printing plate. The old traces can show the long years.

George was flicking his fingers, and the stone plate began to glow black. The black light is thick and rich, like a mist, tightly surrounding the stone printing plate, with a bit of mystery.

He nodded lightly, "Good luck, it's true."

Looking at the middle-aged man lying on the sofa, George sighed, tapped his fingers, and a transparent mark landed on the stone printing plate.

He waved again, the box was closed again, everything was in place, the safe was locked again.

"It won't be lost if it is stamped, and the rest should wait for three days."

With an insignificant bang, George left the Marriott.

After a while, the man lying on the sofa woke up. He didn't seem to understand why he fell asleep.

Looking at the safe on the coffee table in front of him, his heart was beating violently, as if he was about to jump out of his chest. The violent heartbeat caused his body to tremble slightly, causing his 'chest' to rise and fall.

He was in a hurry to screw on the combination lock, his hands were shaking, and it was difficult to screw the secret lock to the correct position. He gasped for breath, and after several attempts, he opened the safe with trembling hands.

With trembling hands, he took the big red box out of the safe.

He opened the box.

It was not until he confirmed that the contents in the box were still there that his heartbeat slowly calmed down. He gently 'touched' the box with his hands, and looked at the contents of the box with the eyes of his own 'life'.

He muttered in a low voice, "Fortunately, it's just a nightmare, everything is still there, as long as the debt is paid off, nothing will happen. Ryoko won't be taken away..."

......

George came out of the Marriott Hotel and floated into the sky of Hong Kong again.

Looking at this bustling and lively city, looking at the men, women, and women who are interested in 'chaos' and 'fascinated'. Thinking back to the Marriott Hotel, the man who owed a huge debt just now, only felt that the reality was really illusory and bizarre.

In another piece of land across the sea from Hong Kong, the real estate bubble has caused many families to shatter. A feast of wealth, after a brief revelry, brought lasting pain.

Just three or four years ago, Japan was rich enough to buy the whole world. The Japanese buy and buy everywhere, all over the world, but also in Hong Kong.

But in the blink of an eye, the real estate bubble burst, a large number of Japanese companies closed down, and people lost their jobs. All the wealth on paper was wasted, and only those people who were full of debt were left behind.

Those people during the bubble period, with the highest income, obtained the highest loan, and finally bought the most expensive house. They are catching up with the car, catching up with the last train of house prices.

Then, in the blink of an eye, they chased the high housing price bubble, "forced" the company to death, and "forced" the export to death, causing themselves to lose their jobs. They lost their jobs, they had no money to pay their mortgages, and their house prices were cut in half.

The wealth they once pursued, and Tokyo housing prices that will never fall, have become a hot potato that no one cares about.

Yesterday was the golden age, everyone was looking forward to the future, and they were carrying heavy debts just to become noble capital people.

But overnight, the bubble burst, and all they had was a house they couldn't sell, jobs they couldn't find, and debt they couldn't get rid of.

The man in the hotel is lucky, he still has a home and a family. Although they were all facing threats, he still had something to sell, and as long as he paid off his debts, he could start over.

As long as he pays off the debt, he can move to a friendly neighborhood with his family and let his 'daughter' avoid the strange uncle. He could move to another city and start over.

And more people died in that bubble, their wives were separated, and they were alone.

The real estate bubble was really a madness that swept the country.

The strange thing is that Hong Kong, separated by a sea, is repeating the road of Japan. Two years later, there will also be a near-identical real estate bubble bursting era drama.

The only lesson humanity has learned from history is that humanity never learns from history.

The tragedies that are happening today have happened countless times in the past, and will continue to happen countless times in the future.

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