Akita Prefecture, Akita City.
After the sea blockade was lifted, a lot of strangers suddenly appeared on the streets of Akita. Some of them looked like government officials, but some were sneaky like rats. They gathered together and hunched down like underground people, looking for something on the ground.
However, for the vast majority of ordinary people, today was just an ordinary day, and there was nothing worth paying attention to. Fishermen returning from fishing, old men strolling on the streets, and wastrels entering bars were all scenes that should be seen in Akita City.
A bar opened by a Southeast Asian was located in an alley. From the signboard, one could tell that it was a very Southeast Asian style palm leaf pattern.
Island nation was the first choice for Southeast Asians to migrate to. Most Southeast Asians, after arriving in an Island nation, would make a living as a food or water vendor. If one strolled along Kabuki Street, one could see many distinctive Southeast Asian guys doing business in front of the door.
He could get a commission for every person he pulled into his shop. Since he was unfamiliar with the place and didn't have any professional skills, this was the best way to make a living. If he did well, he could earn his first bucket of gold in his life.
Southeast Asian bars were more open than most of the local Island nation bars. The customers were also from Southeast Asia. The price was low, and the quantity was large. It was popular among the young and old.
In the dim bar environment, the smell of alcohol and perfume mixed together. The floral scent was pungent and made people frown. It was not soft and fragrant, but spicy and nauseating.
A group of middle-aged men sat casually in the booth, stretching their arms, holding the shoulders and waists of the Southeast Asian women. Their hands occasionally touched the oil. Other than not doing things prohibited by law, nothing else was prohibited.
They were all here to make a living. Faced with the dirty behavior of the guests, the women with Southeast Asian accents just smiled.
Anyway, this was how they lived in their own country. It was also how they lived in an Island nation. In comparison, it was better to choose an Island nation.
"Kiss ~"
"No ~"
The small Akita City could also support a lot of custom industries. The people sitting in the booth were regular customers of the bar. They talked and moved freely.
"Although these Southeast Asian women are hot, they are still not as good as your men."
The leader did not care about the thoughts of the Southeast Asian women. From the moment he walked into the bar, he knew very clearly that everything in the bar was a commodity.
"Aren't your subordinates all teenage girls? They all look okay."
"You didn't take the opportunity to attack me?
I know that as a manager, the thing you like to do the most is to lay your hands on the girls under you. Since you've already laid your hands on them, you should at least let us have a taste. "
The agent waved her hand and smiled bitterly. "Don't make fun of me."
"How would I dare to do anything to them? I've been busy running this organization every day, and I've already exhausted all my energy.
If they don't become popular, I won't be able to pay them. "
"Even coming to the bar with you guys to drink, it took me a lot of effort to find the money."
The aura of poverty made the Southeast Asian lady subconsciously stay away from the manager. From the moment he entered the door, he looked like a decent person, but she didn't expect him to be a pauper. A pauper shouldn't come to a bar and waste her feelings!
"Money! Why did I have to be born in this small city? My talents are completely restricted!"
When it came to money, the atmosphere in the booth heated up, and there was a hint of coldness in the heat. The conversation was about other people's glorious history of making money, or how they succeeded by luck.
"See this? It's very popular recently." The leader placed his mobile phone on the table.
A pink crystal appeared on the screen. It looked like it was made of glass, because it was impossible for natural objects to produce such a neatly shaped gem.
"It's glass. What's so interesting about it?"
"I can find a lot of this pattern in a glass factory."
"Pfft, if it was glass, I wouldn't show it to you like this."
The man swiped on his phone and turned to another page. "Did you see that? It was sold for 50 million. Someone bought it for 50 million, and it was produced in our Akita City. Do you still think it's ordinary glass?"
"It's only because the person who dug this gem is a friend of my friend that I know this insider information."
"Do you remember the previous blockade?
Rumor has it that it's related to the supernatural. I guess the pink crystal is also a supernatural creation, just like the Buddha wood in Osaka!
Otherwise, who would be stupid enough to spend tens of millions to buy something the size of a pinky finger? But if others can find it, we can too. "
"One day when we walk on the road, we can casually kick something like this."
"Don't you think it's strange? Isn't it just a broken stone? Collecting it can prolong life and beautify one's skin?"
The land of Akita City had always been able to breed beauties and dogs, but no one knew which "sailing king" had sown the pink gem under the land. A few people who got wind of it searched every inch of Akita City, trying to find the treasure that could make them rich overnight.
"Forget it, it's too mysterious."
The agent shook his head helplessly. "If I really expect to find the stone you mentioned, I might as well buy a lottery ticket. That way, I'll have a better chance."
"And if this kind of news reaches our ears, it basically means that most people know that it's here. There's no way they can leave us anything good."
There was a sigh in the booth. There were too many cases of people being late to the news and lamenting their bad luck.
The topic of the booth only took a small detour from money, and the group of people continued to have a heated discussion on the map of Southeast Asia.
After hastily ending the battle at the booth, the agent walked out of the bar and let out a long sigh of relief. Then his face was hit by the sea breeze in the evening.
He shook his arms and patted the sea breeze, but his mind was still thinking about money. It was really difficult to have no money. It was because of this that he returned to Akita from Tokyo. If he still did not have money in Akita, he was afraid that he would have to go back to his hometown to farm.
And this time, he did not have the slightest bit of confidence to bring the group of high school girls to Jing City. The little bit of confidence he had was just a show for the boss.
"It'd be great if I had money!"
"But I don't have money."
What you think about in the day is what you dream about at night. With the incident at the booth just now, the manager looked at the people on the street differently.
Was the boy carrying the stone dreaming of getting rich? Was the drunkard lying next to the grass looking for a gem? Even the dog digging the hole was suspicious.
Suppressing the urge to kick the dog away and personally dig a hole for it, the agent quickly moved his feet.
"Why can't I touch it!"
Although he said he did not believe it, the agent actually hoped that a gem would fall on his head.