Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 128 Trip to Manila ()

"Waibi Babu... Waibi Babu..."

Masato Fujiwara held his cheeks with both hands and stared blankly at the Japanese lecturer on the podium below, who was babbling and dancing.

Although the teacher's teaching skills may be very good and he can explain the things in the textbook in depth and concisely, Fujiwara Masato still finds it boring and uninteresting.

After listening to the course for a week, Fujiwara Masato discovered two things... First, he may not be suitable for liberal arts. He has no blood in literature, has no love for it, and cannot write any good sentences.

Second, liberal arts is really boring, and Fujiwara Masato wants to transfer to another college.

It is not easy for ordinary students to transfer to another school at the University of Tokyo. There is so much worth talking about.

Fortunately, Fujiwara Masato was not an ordinary student. Before going to school, he went to Chiba Prefecture and got involved with the Uehara family, the local bully there.

You have the right to use it and it will become invalid upon expiration.

Fujiwara Masato would not dwell on meaningless things. After he had the idea of ​​transferring to another college, he immediately sent it to Masaki Aiko to discuss the feasibility of the matter with her.

"Oh, boring." Fujiwara Masato sighed again, his mind was dizzy, and he wanted to sleep.

In the middle is the business district. In order to save costs, most of the world's top 500 companies often put their service outsourcing centers in Manila, making it very prosperous and raising prices in Manila to European and American levels.

Then, Masato Fujiwara got an "OK" gesture.

Within a week after enrolling, the NPC subordinates Fujiwara Masato sent to the Philippines and Thailand were basically in place in these two places. On the contrary, the non-NPC subordinates were still going through the process of visas and purchasing air tickets. As for when will it be completed?

After all, this is a free and democratic world. You have the freedom of ordinary people, and of course civil servants also have the freedom of civil servants. And the freedom of the latter is greater than yours, so your freedom priority is lower than that of others.

However, the non-NPC subordinates have not arrived yet, and Fujiwara Masato controls the subordinates in the Philippines to do things from a distance.

The capital of the Philippines is called Manila. It is a very magical modern city, where prosperity and primitive backwardness coexist side by side. It is truly a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor.

do not know.

If you are not convinced, just file a complaint and see if your complaint will have any effect?
The matter was so screwed up that Fujiwara Masato was helpless. It was hard for him to use his privileges to settle the matter.

Why, you are not convinced! ?

There is no way around it. In this world, the work efficiency of a large Eastern country is the only thing that scorpions can do, while the work efficiency of civil servants in other countries, including Japan, is visible to the naked eye.

Some things that seem huge to ordinary people, in the eyes of the privileged class, are actually just a small thing to say hello, and don't even cost a favor.

To put it bluntly, on the left side of Manila is the wealthy villa area, which is mainly single-family. The garden area of ​​each house may reach more than 500 square meters, including private gardens, swimming pools, and basketball courts.

However, out of the spirit of respecting his teacher, he still braced himself and did not fall asleep.

Separated from the commercial street by a wall, that is, on the right, a quarter of Manila is a very large slum area.

There is no clean drinking water or decent housing in the slums. They are basically shantytowns. The average living cost per person here is less than one dollar per day, and there is no stable job.

So much so that the food waste circulated from wealthy areas and commercial areas has become a delicacy for residents in slum areas. The basic process for such delicacies is that second-hand dealers fish out edible meat and bones from garbage and swill, then cook and fry them twice, and then sprinkle them with seasonings for sale.

Don't think that these foods are shameful for the poor in the Philippines. In fact, the vendors selling these second-hand foods themselves have to rely on them to supplement their protein.

You can despise them, but don't despise them, because this is their helpless choice to survive.

Sometimes, you have to distinguish between life and survival, which are two different things.

After Fujiwara Masato's subordinates came ashore through the "Mazu Visa" method, he subconsciously sent Huang Mao over and asked the latter to find a house to live in the slums, because the poker organization had no connections and no identity here.

In bustling streets such as Manila's business districts and wealthy areas, there will be a police officer on duty every few dozen meters. If the police encounter an identity check, people like Huang Mao will be very passive. Therefore, Masato Fujiwara wanted to let him establish himself in the slums.

Logically speaking, this is a sound choice. However, the day Huang Mao entered the slum, he encountered some very exciting things.

Huang Mao's choice was very cautious. He did not go deep into the slum area at the beginning, but wandered around the interface between the slum area and the commercial area.

The streets at this type of junction are not very busy, but they are not too crowded either.

The street conditions are similar to those of third- and fourth-tier small counties in China before the 1990s. There are small vendors selling edible and non-edible food along the street, and there are even motorcycle guys who come forward to try to attract customers.

Perhaps Huang Mao's black trench coat was very conspicuous, and he looked stupid in the hot Philippines. When he was walking on the street, there were several children following him, chasing him in local dialect and asking for money to eat.

Huang Mao ignored these beggars.

Then, not far away, Huang Mao heard the roar of a motorcycle from behind.

On the streets of Manila, the sound of motorcycle engines is a very common background sound. The most common means of transportation for civilians here are tricycles and motorcycles. There are many of these two types of vehicles, and the sound of the engine can be heard clearly.

However, there was something wrong with the roar of the motorcycle coming from behind Huang Mao. It was too fast and roaring in this narrow, crowded street.

Huang Mao's vigilance was immediately raised to the highest level. When the sound behind him approached, he ducked to the side and happened to avoid a big hand grabbing the black coat.

On the motorcycle passing by the roadside, the passenger behind slapped the rider in front hard on the shoulder, causing the latter to curse and hold the brakes. After slowing down the speed, he turned around and wanted to find Huang Mao's trouble.

From the perspective of motorcyclists, the guy wearing a black coat in the slums of the Philippines is obviously not a local, has no background, and has no ability to resist. He will not take anything unless he takes it.

In order to deter the person being robbed, the motorcyclist in the back took out an unknown model of pistol from the inside of his pants, and shouted in broken English to make Huang Mao stop.

Would Huang Mao be afraid of the threat of a small pistol?
His response was straightforward. He reached into his arms and took out an Ingram submachine gun and pointed it at it.

"Ah! Sorry, don't shoot, let's go!"

The motorcyclist was very straightforward. As he fell, he skillfully twisted the handlebars, burned the tires on the spot, made a 180-degree turn, and sped away in the other direction.

The speedsters who tried to rob were scared away, and the children who tried to ask for money did not dare to follow. They dispersed in a hurry, allowing Huang Mao to gain temporary peace.

(End of this chapter)