Chapter Five Hundred and Fiftieth Mr. Hashimoto in a Daze

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To say that the boss of Beichuan was forced to die, another participant in the MV incident, Mr. Hashimoto Jiro, had a life of ups and downs. From the very beginning when he sent his daughter to enter the entertainment world with full of hope, then he was burdened with huge debts, and then Zhou Qingfeng suddenly appeared, followed by a bunch of messy things.

In fact, the neighbors are more watching, while Mr. Hashimoto thinks more. Since he only saw Zhou Qingfeng appearing from the beginning to the end, and he was an unidentified foreigner, even after Beichuan Tiaosi fled in embarrassment, he was still apprehensive, fearing that there would be another reversal.

Mr. Hashimoto drove a small truck out to buy goods as usual today. His sushi restaurant needs to buy some fresh sashimi and other ingredients every day. Other sushi restaurants are used to having their food delivered to their door, but he likes to go to the market to buy in person.

But today, Mr. Hashimoto received an unusual courtesy. He had just arrived at the supplier, and before he entered the store, he saw the supplier's store manager trotting out from inside, bent down and bowed, and shouted extremely respectfully: "Hashimoto-san, you have worked hard!"

Ninety-nine point nine percent of Japanese politeness is just out of habit. Even if he hates you, he has to do enough to show that he is not rude. But it was really the first time for the store manager to welcome him out and offer a salute.

"It's time to trouble you again. I'm really grateful." Jiro Hashimoto quickly bowed back, only to find that the shop manager, who usually walked ahead of him, staggered half a step and followed behind him. In the orderly Japanese society, there is a lot of attention, and this is a kind of identity recognition.

"You are very kind."

"No, it should be."

"No, you're still too polite."

"No, no, it should be."

...

After being humble for two or three times, Mr. Hashimoto found himself in the front for some reason. He straightened his chest involuntarily, with a high-spirited look, but he kept muttering in his heart. You must know that he used to bow his back and bend his waist when he came to buy goods, and he was extremely humble when bargaining. But now..., what a big difference!

What's going on here... Is the manager of the supplier out of his mind?

Walk into the supplier's store, and there are other merchants who come to purchase. Everyone seemed very polite, and each of them lowered their eyebrows and expressed their respect for Mr. Hashimoto. They said, "Mr. Hashimoto, you really raised a good daughter." '

And looking at these merchants who took the initiative to come forward to know him, Mr. Hashimoto was even more puzzled while laughing, 'Did these guys collectively take the wrong medicine? This respectful attitude is completely treating himself as a big shot. And... what does this have to do with my daughter? '

Hashimoto Jiro was still a little unaccustomed to the sudden promotion of his status. Others repeatedly mentioned 'Nazi' with admiration, but he still couldn't help but feel uneasy, thinking to himself: Nothing special has happened in the past week? Did something terrible happen again?

"Sir, I need about 100 kilograms of salmon."

"We will definitely meet Hashimoto-san's needs and sell them at an absolute price."

Oh... so cheap? The store manager of this supplier usually smiles but is always penny-pinching. Today, he definitely has a brain problem.

If it is cheap, you can save a lot of money. Mr. Hashimoto felt that maybe he should buy more goods, "If it is cheap, I hope to buy 200 kilograms."

"There's no problem either." The store manager readily agreed.

Oh..., oh..., oh..., let me take such a big advantage? This is too difficult. Mr. Hashimoto felt that he was lucky today, if not for the limited sales of his sushi restaurant every day, he would have wanted to buy more.

"Well... the eels need some too."

"Absolutely affordable."

"Tuna..."

"It's also cheap."

"Seafood like lobster.

"

"It's still cheap."

When the plastic baskets filled with seafood and ice cubes were pushed into Mr. Hashimoto's truck, he could already be sure that the manager of the supplier today really had a problem with his brain. Everything is cheap, so what else is there to earn? However, he still seized the opportunity to make a big purchase and save a lot of cost.

With a happy mood, Mr. Hashimoto happily returned to the sushi restaurant with the goods. And on the way back all the way, anyone who knew him seemed to be a different person. For example, Mr. Judi from the Judi flower shop across from their house, ran up to him as soon as he saw him.

"Hashimoto-san, you have worked hard." Mr. Judi bowed and smiled, and finally even took Mr. Hashimoto's hand and said: "A dozen or so companies near us have discussed and decided to recommend you for the next election. Soka City Councilor. Please take care of me in the future.”

Nani..., city councilor? I'm just a small owner of a sushi restaurant!

Mr. Hashimoto really didn't care about etiquette this time, and he froze like a thunderbolt toad. He never dreamed that he would one day be able to enter politics, but that was something that big people were engaged in, and it was not up to him, an ordinary citizen in his forties.

Are you right?

Mr. Hashimoto's sluggishness misunderstood Mr. Judi, who immediately said: "Hashimoto-san doesn't need to worry about campaign funds. We really want to find a way to connect more people to support. Now that Nako's image is so good, It will be very helpful for your campaign."

I don't need to spend money... How can there be such a good thing in the world? But I really never thought about being a city councilor!

Mr. Hashimoto was really confused this time. He hurriedly grabbed Mr. Judi's hand, and asked very uneasy: "Judi-san, what happened? I felt something was wrong when I went out this morning. Please You must clear my doubts."

Seeing that Mr. Hashimoto's expression did not seem to be fake, Mr. Judi asked quietly: "Didn't you watch Nako's video last night?"

"Last night? No!"

"Let's go and see, Naiko is doing very well." Mr. Judi was quite resentful of a foolish person with a foolish blessing, and the meaning in his tone was almost "why didn't this kind of good luck end up in my house?" '

But watching Mr. Judi bow and leave, Mr. Hashimoto was still confused. He didn't care about unloading the goods, so he walked into his sushi restaurant in a hurry, thinking to find out what happened?

But as soon as Mr. Hashimoto entered his sushi restaurant, he saw that the ordinary store was crowded with people, as crowded as sardine cans. The store had never been so lively since it opened, and among the crowd, there were actually quite a few reporters carrying cameras and microphones.

"Mr. Hashimoto is back!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

So all of a sudden, everyone looked over, and several reporters rushed over like dogs grabbing food, and the microphones moved towards Mr. Hashimoto.

"Mr. Hashimoto, what do you think of last night's video?"

"Mr. Hashimoto, how did you raise your daughter so unusually?"

"Mr. Hashimoto, how did you convince Mr. Beichuan? It must be very difficult, so please say a few words."

Among the crowd, Hashimoto Nana's mother, Kyoko, stood in the sushi turntable, sighed, and said helplessly, "Jiro, just talk to the media."

Mr. Hashimoto was extremely astonished, and said dumbly: "I don't even know what happened?" (To be continued.)

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