Chapter 4 jobless sky

After fantasy novels and thriller novels, I intend to write a personal novel in the fourth.This is the story of the thirty-year-old Yangji, and it is almost the same as what happened to me earlier.I also once resigned one day without warning.The situation at the time was exactly the same as in this short story.At that time, I quit my job with great pride and returned to Yokohama where I lived.I bought a piece of clothing in Motomachi and went to Motomachi PLAZA to eat omurice.Sitting on a bench in the park under the mountain, reading a library, and taking a comfortable nap, these plots are all reproduced in real life.Everything, when presented vividly again, becomes a nostalgic and pleasant memory.For the next six months, I wandered around Yokohama.No money, no job, but plenty of free time. In today's era of layoffs, I can't loudly advise everyone to quit, but quitting can indeed be quite liberating.In order to experience that moment of freedom, I quit my job four or five times.As for the novels I read at the time, I searched the entire bookcase, but couldn't find which one it was.In my opinion, it doesn't matter.Books don't need to stay in my heart forever, after going through that period of time, they can be forgotten.

Why did the sky suddenly open up after resigning? Yoji Tamura leaned against the tram door, looking up at the sky of the city.The time sequence is approaching the end of autumn, and there is no cloud in the crisp autumn sky, and the sun turns into dazzling slashes to drive the air.Usually he is used to looking at buildings on the ground, but for some reason he kept looking at the sky today.The swaying feeling of the tram and the regular vibration when passing the track joints make the excited heart feel extra comfortable. Half of the seats on the Tokaido Line after noon are empty.In this carriage, only Yang Si and a couple were standing.This morning, when I arrived at the company fifty minutes later than the stipulated time, I couldn't imagine that I would resign today.He has been with the company for three years, his longest job to date.

After graduating from Yangsi University, Zeng Jin worked in several writing studios.Although his homework is not good, but he has read a lot of books, it is not difficult for him to write articles.He found the job just for this reason. After entering the first text studio, he knew one thing.in small companies.The better the talent, the sooner they leave the company.Either switch to a company with more ideal conditions, or become a freelance writer to further sway.Those who stay in the company are all people with problems of age and strength, and it is difficult to achieve the above two points.

The editor-in-chief, Sone, is Yang Division's immediate superior. He is in his fifties, middle-aged, stooped, and always curled up at his desk to work silently.He was unable to design an impressive project, his articles were lackluster, and he lacked leadership.Don't think that he has a particularly good relationship with publishing houses and advertising companies. He is not kind enough to others, and he lacks perseverance. He has no strengths worth learning from at all. The client's undertaker, several companies have turned him away. Yoji is the actual leader of Sone's group. When Sone is away, he is responsible for presiding over the meeting, and the meeting is successfully concluded within the scheduled time.When the editor-in-chief is away, the meeting can end in a very short time, and ideal plans can also be discussed.The young team members hired by Yoji liked to hold meetings when Sone was not in the company.

Paradoxically, meetings tend to match the standards of the least advanced of the attendees.When that person is the editor-in-chief, meetings tend to go on for three or four hours with no conclusions. Work is not just about developing ideas and planning or writing manuscripts, but also includes having to endure pain that has nothing to do with the job.Moreover, this kind of chores also accounted for a considerable part of the work, and it was the first time that Yang Division came out of the society to know that it turned out to be the norm in the workplace. The fuse of the resignation occurred in the event of year-end bonus assessment.When Yoji met the editor-in-chief of other teams in the corridor, the other party whispered to him about it, and Sone gave Yoji the lowest grade of D.

"If you continue to be with that old man, you will never have a future. How about it? Do you want to apply to be transferred to my subordinate?" Yang Si could no longer hear the words of the editor-in-chief, who was recognized by everyone as very capable.He went straight to Sone's desk and questioned the reasons for his assessment in a stern tone.Sone lowered his head, vaguely speaking, and didn't dare to look directly at Yoji's face. Yoji felt that negotiating with this kind of man was a waste of words, so he rushed directly to the president's office.On this day, the president, who often went out to raise funds, rarely appeared in the company.

Yoji explained the reason to the president.The president listened to him with a confused look on his face.Yoji asked the president to come out to Sone to understand the reasons for his evaluation of performance. At this time, the president slightly tilted his head, showing an impatient expression.This move angered Yang Si. "Forget it, thank you for your care. I quit, and I will send my resignation letter to the company another day." He ignored the president who opened his mouth wide and walked out of the president's room.The young employees in the same group were waiting for him in the corridor, and some girls even cried.

"Mr. Tamura, are you really going to resign?" Assistant Kawahara asked worriedly.Yang Si had made up his mind, but his mood became very relaxed. "Yes, I resigned. Sorry, I don't want to stay in this company for a second. Could you please help me pack the dead people's belongings into cardboard boxes, and I will pick them up next Saturday." Yang Si returned to his office, picked up the backpack he brought to the company in the morning, and walked towards the exit without looking back.Sone was too scared to look at him, hunched over his desk as usual.Starting tomorrow, I will never see this man again.Why didn't you resign sooner?Even now, this fact makes him feel unbelievable.

After he took the Tokaido Line to Yokohama Station, he walked to another platform and changed to the Negishi Line.Because of time constraints, the tram was empty.Yoji got off the car at Ishikawacho.His bachelor flat was above the ramp, but bored, he walked slowly in the opposite direction towards the harbour. It was just the end of lunch, and on Motomachi Avenue, a few office workers wearing ties floated back to the company like jellyfish. The dry sun shone on the winding stone road, and it felt extraordinarily warm. Yangji went to a few famous brand stores that he often frequented on holidays. Motomachi in the afternoon of non-holidays did not see the crowds of tourists, exuding a leisurely atmosphere.At a new menswear store, he picks up a mustard-yellow cashmere wool scarf, full to the touch but a little pricey at twenty thousand.Yang Si's bank account only has a balance that can last for half a year.However, he still bought the scarf as a souvenir.This is the commemoration of resignation and restoration of freedom.In the next few weeks, he doesn't plan to look for a job either, he wants to enjoy this time of doing nothing.After stepping into the society, Yangji discovered one thing: unless he resigned, in Japan, it is impossible to have a day of long-term vacation.The scarf is a commemoration of this freedom, and it must not be stingy.

He wrapped the scarf around his neck and continued walking down the cobbled street of shops, silver cutlery stores, ordered furniture stores, leather bag specialty stores, imported food stores.This road, which is decorated like a foreign street, has come to an end before you know it.Only then did Yang Si realize that he hadn't had lunch yet. Walking into Motomachi PLAZA, he followed a group of housewives up the escalator, and among the restaurants on the second floor, he chose a western restaurant that he often went to.The demiglace sauce that this restaurant has inherited from its parents is quite rich and refreshing, especially delicious.

Because it was already past lunch time and the crowd had dispersed, he sat at the bar counter and ordered an omurice. Yangji took out a library book from his purse, which was a translated mystery novel. The story happened in In Seattle, the Chinese underworld elements and the local underworld started a "blood debt repayment" fight.The protagonist of the story is a criminal police captain whose elder brother was killed by the local underworld.The bullet-shooting scenes in this book are nothing less than conversational action novels. Yang Si thinks this book is very good.When encountering troubles, I have no intention of reading literary works that elegantly explore the troubles of life. Only novels with tight plots can make people feel relaxed and happy.However, isn't there a problem with literature that can only be read when life is peaceful?Thinking so, Yang Si turned the pages of the book. The omurice was well done.He stirred the half-boiled egg skin, chicken rice and foreign-style sauce into a ball, and put it into his mouth with a spoon.Commercially available iced coffee tastes good too. After eating, Yang Si returned to the main road, passed the overpass, and came to the Yamashita Park.The sunny weather made him sweat slightly, so he loosened the scarf around his neck and draped it over the front of his jacket. Yang Si sat on a bench by the sea where he could see and began to read a book. Except during stormy times, the sea breeze here could not smell the sea water.After reading fifty or one hundred pages, he found that the sun was gradually setting.This time, he felt his eyes were tired, so he lay on the bench, covered his face with the open library, and took a nap amidst the sea breeze and the sound of waves, which was his habit. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he woke up refreshed.It was still bright.He glanced at his watch. It turned out that he had only slept for thirty minutes. The resignation from the company not long ago seemed to be a distant past.Whether he has a job or not, it doesn't matter much to Yang Si. As long as I can read my favorite novel on the bench under the autumn sun, that's enough.Yoji bought one from the ice cream vendor pushing a bicycle, and continued to read the novel with his head down.You should be able to finish it before it gets dark.The book in hand is only the last two-thirds after orgasm.

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