Japanese big things

According to the arrangement and planning of the management of the gathering area, the environment of the container camp is relatively better, so it is allocated to the living area of ​​the management.

Ordinary disaster victims can come over if they have something to do, but they are definitely not allowed to stay too long. After all, when the epidemic is latent, it is difficult to guarantee health and safety.

Japanese culture does not believe in equal treatment. A gentle attitude is just superficial. The mainstream of seniority and class hierarchy is the essence.

Therefore, this man with clothes under his arm showed a domineering attitude as soon as he came up. In his eyes, Nakamura Masahiro, a slovenly-looking disaster victim, should not be here.

"Did you know that this is the living area of ​​the management and outsiders are not allowed to come..."

Raising his eyebrows, Nakamura Masahiro glanced at this rather arrogant guy who dared to have such a bad attitude. He must not be an ordinary employee, but at least a small boss.

"Get out of here quickly, this is not the place you should stay. If you don't have anything, go get some relief supplies yourself..."

The other party had a frown on his face, a somewhat impatient look on his face, and blurted out in a slightly anxious tone.

"When you suffer a disaster, you should stay in your tent and don't run around. Don't you know that it is a great sin to cause trouble to others?"

"Chief Nagano, what's wrong?"

Perhaps the other party's voice was a little too loud, which attracted the camp staff. Coincidentally, this staff member was the same person who led Nakamura Masahiro here before.

"Nakamura Masahiro-san?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Masahiro Nakamura on the side. The clerk nodded politely and walked quickly to him.

"Chief Nagano, what's the matter?"

It can be seen that the staff is quite respectful towards this so-called Section Chief Nagano. Obviously, the identity of this Section Chief Nagano is not simple.

"Doi-san, I came over here to take a shower. But, there is someone blocking here..."

After gesturing to the staff about the clothes under his arm, Section Chief Nagano turned his attention to Masahiro Nakamura aside, speaking in a slightly arrogant tone.

"According to management regulations, disaster victims should not be allowed to stay here at will."

"Chief Nagano, you may have misunderstood."

Glancing at the gray-faced Nakamura Masahiro, the employee immediately understood the reason for the incident and hurriedly introduced him.

"This is Nakamura Masahiro-san. He is different from those victims."

"What's the difference? He looks so gray..."

Section Chief Nagano looked disdainful and expressed doubts about the staff's remarks. That Nakamura Masahiro-san was a natural disaster victim. Could it be that he had a special identity?

"You told me he was not a disaster victim. Are you kidding me?"

Seeing that Section Chief Nagano was getting a little too much as he spoke, the staff member hurriedly took two steps forward, leaned directly to his ear, and spoke quickly with his mouth closed.

Soon, Section Chief Nagano's expression changed. The somewhat domineering demeanor disappeared and turned into a smile.

"Nakamura Masahiro-san, I was rude just now, I'm really sorry..."

A modest and gentle smile bloomed on Section Chief Nagano's face. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Nakamura Masahiro would have been a bit unbelievable that this chameleon's skills were so outstanding.

I don’t know which department of the government this Section Chief Nagano belongs to. With his proficiency in switching between states, he is a real veteran.

Well, it seems to be true. If you can reach the level of section chief in a Japanese government department, then there is no simple person.

"Since you are taking a shower, I will come back later, and I will leave first."

Watching the other party's figure gradually walk away, Nakamura Masahiro tilted his head and asked the staff next to him in a low voice.

"Which department does this Section Chief Nagano belong to? It doesn't look simple."

"He is a representative of Mitsui Bank, and he came to assist the government in handling loans for disaster victims..."

The message from Section Chief Nagano was explained clearly in a few words, and there was a hint of languor in his tone. The staff obviously did not have a good impression of Section Chief Nagano.

Handle loans for disaster victims? Handle loans for disaster victims? Damn, this is another shameful operation by the Japanese government.

After a few seconds of dull expression, Nakamura Masahiro suddenly realized that this was not a Chinese country full of caring, but a Japanese society full of class hierarchy.

It is still possible to expect the Japanese government to organize a rescue, but it is really beyond the scope to expect those officials to help rebuild their homes.

"Is this really an arrangement by the government? Is it possible to provide loans to the victims?"

Full of doubts and absurdity in his heart, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but said: "Everyone has been hit so hard by the disaster, and many of them are penniless. How can we repay the loans we gave them?"

Although it is not ruled out that some lucky people with strong ability or luck can successfully repay their loans, it is difficult for the vast majority of ordinary people to do so.

After all, given the highly competitive employment environment in Japanese society, after deducting living expenses from the salary received, there is really not much left.

No matter from which point of view, this operation is not so appropriate. Even if we really want to engage in loan business, we should wait until the earthquake disaster is completely over, right?

"What else should we do? Is it possible to expect the government to come forward to repair the houses and arrange jobs for the victims for free?"

Probably because he got a little familiar with Masahiro Nakamura, the staff was willing to chat. He said in a accustomed tone: "Even if you stay in the gathering area to receive relief supplies, there is a time limit. Wait until the situation stabilizes.

, you must always rely on yourself to solve survival problems.”

Nakamura Masahiro opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he sighed and then remained silent.

In fact, just looking at the scandals that often break out in the Japanese government will tell you how unreliable it is, and expecting too much will only lead to failure.

The remaining impression in my memory is that I have vaguely seen similar news reports. It seems that more than ten years after the earthquake, most of the victims still cannot repay their loans.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Nakamura Masahiro-san, would you like my help to find you two sets of clothes?"

After looking at the rather dirty clothes on Nakamura Masahiro, the clerk took the initiative and asked. Although he didn't know if he could have a relationship with Nakamura Masahiro, it was definitely right to show his goodwill.

"Although it's old, I can make do with it and replace it."

"That would be troublesome."

Nakamura Masahiro accepted the other party's kindness and nodded politely. Even if the clothes provided by the other party were old, it was a good choice to change into temporarily.

After all, the dirty clothes on his body had been worn for several days. Even if he got used to the sour smell, Nakamura Masahiro could bear it to the limit.

Watching the other party's figure walk away, Nakamura Masahiro turned around and found that the little girl had come out of the tent.

"Have you finished washing?"

The hair on Kubo Shiori's head was wet and stuck together tightly, and the water droplets on his forehead slid down his cheeks from time to time.

Her fair little face has skin like snow, with a faint blush that adds a touch of beauty. However, the dirty clothes on her body are a bit annoying, forming a great contrast with her beautiful appearance.

"Um...."

Raising his hand to wipe the water droplets from his cheek, Kubo Shiori responded softly. He moved his body a little to the side, and the little girl gave way to the passage.

"Onii-chan, go and wash yourself too."

Nodding gently, Masahiro Nakamura went straight into the tent. He effortlessly took off his clothes and stood naked in front of the water tank. He felt inexplicably relaxed.

He took a scoop and poured it over his body. The refreshing coldness instantly stimulated his skin, making Nakamura Masahiro shiver.

Although the rising temperature has gradually dissipated the remaining chill of late spring, it is still a bit uncomfortable to be suddenly exposed to the cool water.

However, people's ability to adapt is really strong. After rinsing with a few ladles of water, Nakamura Masahiro gradually got used to the slightly cool water.

"Nakamura Masahiro-san is in there now, right? Then please give these clothes to him later."

The clerk's voice came from outside. It must have been him bringing in a change of clothes. Immediately afterwards, the clear voice of the little girl Shiori Kubo also rang out.

"Well, thank you."

After a simple rinse, Nakamura Masahiro put on the dirty clothes again. When he came out of the tent, he saw the little girl squatting on the ground, with her arms folded in a daze.

"Ou-chan, what's wrong?"

Standing next to the little girl, Nakamura Masahiro lowered his waist, looked at Kubo Shiori with some curiosity, and asked.

"Onii-chan?"

Suddenly coming out of her sluggish state, the little girl looked up at Nakamura Masahiro, with a trace of confusion on her pretty face.

"Are you thinking about something?"

"No...."

The little girl subconsciously shook her head in denial, but under Nakamura Masahiro's gaze that seemed to be material, she shrank her head timidly.

"Well, I'm thinking about my sisters."

There was a hint of sadness in Kubo Shiori's tone, and Kubo Shiori's bright eyes became a little gloomy, and his mood was very low.

"Don't worry, they will be fine, there will be news soon."

Nakamura Masahiro's deep voice was very magnetic, and with his comfort, Kubo Shiori's condition improved slightly.

"Go and change your clothes first. It's always good to wear something clean."

"Um...."

The little girl nodded obediently, stood up and handed the large set of clothes to Nakamura Masahiro, then carried her old clothes into the tent.

After a while, the little girl who had changed her clothes stood upright in front of Nakamura Masahiro again. Although the old clothes didn't look very good, when paired with Kubo Shiori's beautiful little face, there was an inexplicable sense of harmony.

"Looks pretty good."

Nakamura Masahiro made a heartfelt comment. It was obviously just a pair of old clothes, but when worn by Kubo Shiori, there was nothing out of place.

Well, it once again proves a truth: appearance is justice, and wearing clothes is really a test of appearance.

Beautiful people look good even if they wear linen, but ordinary-looking people cannot escape the evaluation of "fashion terrorists" even if they wear customized and luxurious clothes.