Tamahiro shaved his beard in the bathroom, washed his face, and came to the living room.

My wife went to take her daughter to school, and breakfast was ready to be placed on the dining table. While Tsuhikoro was tying his tie, he arrived at the restaurant. On the table was a glass of warm milk, a 70-quarter cooked poached egg, a slice of fried bacon, and a few slices of cut square bread.

After drinking a sip of milk and biting bacon in his mouth, Tamahiko Yoshiro couldn't help but remember the call he received last night.

The phone call came from the United States.

The caller was a friend named Mark Seni who he had made during his time in Atari's exchange and study, a very talented game designer, but he has now left Atari and joined a new game company as the development director of the game company.

He had never heard of this company called Mars Entertainment before.

However, recently, Sega, where he works, seems to be working on a game cooperation with this company called Mars Entertainment. The reason seems that a game just developed by the company has become popular in the United States. The company's headquarters wants to introduce it to Japan, but he is just a deputy director of the personnel department. There are five deputy directors like him in the personnel department of Sega Osaka branch.

He is the youngest and the least authoritative one.

"I recommended him to come to Sega before, but I didn't expect that he has been in charge of a company now, and it seems to be doing well." Yuxiu Yoshiro thought about the content of the phone, and thought about the confusion and doubts about the future when he was on the phone with Mark Seni two months ago. He couldn't help but sigh that Shi was left with a look after three days - although this description is very inaccurate, this is indeed Yuxiu Yoshiro's inner thoughts.

"As the president of the Japanese branch?" What Mark Seni said on the phone last night made Yuhihiro's heart feel like there was an extra crawling bug, which made him extremely moved. The total salary increase of 50% compared to his current salary was simply irresistible.

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You should know that in Japan, a society with strict hierarchy, the salary system of seniority and seniority has almost become a tradition in the past golden decade, and no one dares to challenge it. Moreover, Japanese companies are proud of it and regard it as one of the basis for Japan's economic takeoff.

No matter how great your contribution is, if you want to get a high salary or advance to a high position, you must refer to your seniority, the sequence, and the qualifications.

Tamahiro Yoshiro knew that it would take at least ten years for him to get the salary that Mark Seni told him in Sega. Ten years, how many decades will there be in his life?

But he was still hesitating. After all, he didn't know the company where Mark Seney was. What if the company failed?

After all, Sega is a big company. She came here just after graduating from university. It took nine years to get her current position and salary.

Life cannot come again! With a family, a virtuous wife, and a lovely daughter, they need to be responsible for themselves. They are not young people anymore and cannot take risks at will.

If you fail, do you still have to start from the bottom? What should I do with my family?

The pie in front of me looked tempting, but who knows if there is a hidden abyss in front of me?

The idea gradually became clear, and Tamahiko Yoshiro seemed to have made a decision, but the salary that Mark Seni agreed to continued to jump out of his mind, and it seemed that he could not be erased.

Increased salary by 50%...

Sighing, eating the last piece of bread and swallowing the last bite of milk, Tamahiko Yoshiro put on his suit, changed into shoes, and walked out of the house.

In any case, you cannot be late for your work today.

Thinking of this, Yuhihiro walked hurriedly towards the station.

An ordinary house in Osaka.

A young man who looked less than 20 years old, with a 30-minute hairstyle and a pair of round-frame glasses, looked a little shy and sat on the tatami in a daze.

He was holding a job-seeking volunteer form in his hand, and the first grid read CSK Co., Ltd., which is Japan's largest software company. However, he had already drawn a bright red X with a red pen on the back of this volunteer, which failed.

The second grid is written with NEC, the famous Japanese Electric, but the intention is the same as the first one, and he also drew an X with a red pen, which failed.

The third grid describes Sharp, Japan's well-deserved home appliance giant, whose intention is no different from the first two, and the back is still a red X, which failed.

There are only three grids on this volunteer list, all of which have been filled and have failed. However, on the border outside the grid, the young man also wrote four English letters in his pen, SEGA, Sega.

The young man looked at the volunteer list in his hand blankly, and his face looked confused.

He suddenly hugged his head with both hands, grabbed his hair with force, shook his head with force, and kept complaining in his mouth, "Why can't high school students write programs? Why do they only ask about my education without looking at my abilities? Are only those college students the privilege of writing programs?"

The young man is named Yuji Nakatsuki, nineteen years old. He is a graduate who just graduated from Nishinoda Industrial Higher Education this year. Although the name of this school sounds so high, it is actually just a vocational high school, that is to say, he is a high school graduate.

This is not a high degree in Japan.

With this kind of education, I want to join the companies that are well-known internationally in the world. It is indeed a bit whimsical.

"Brother!" At this moment, the door of Nakayuji's room was opened. A cute little girl about ten years old stood in front of the door, blushing and pouting, "Big lazy bug, if you don't get up, you will miss the tram!"

Although Nakayuji was in a bad mood now, he still loved this only sister very much. He forced a smile on his face, waved his hand, and pretended to be very confident: "Kako! You don't know your brother's strength yet! I will definitely be hired this time!"

"Come on!" The little girl also smiled brightly when she heard her brother's words, and at the same time she clenched her fists and waved them hard, as if she was encouraging her brother.

"I must succeed today!" Nakayuji came out of the house, holding a fried egg that had only been eaten halfway in his mouth, clenching his fists hard, thinking like this.

Yuxiu Yoshiro came to the company and checked out his work arrangements today. There was an interview meeting in the morning, with more than a dozen job seekers coming for an interview. There was a middle-level meeting in the afternoon, which seemed to be discussing the promotion of a game.

"I heard that the agency rights of the game the company just won cost a full 20 million US dollars!"

"Really? That's not a few billion yen?"

"Yes, I heard that this company was just established. It became popular in the United States as soon as it released a game. Its sales in a month were $100 million!"

"You lie, how could you say it's possible? It's $100 million!"

"Really, I heard from my friend at the headquarters. If you don't believe me, go and ask. That company is called Mars Entertainment..."

Yuhihiro, who was holding a stack of job search materials, suddenly stopped. He looked at the staff members who were talking in shock, his head full of what they were talking about before.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked forward, coughed, and asked in a plain tone: "Isn't that game company called Mars Entertainment just established? How could it be that month's sales of $100 million?"

Yuhi Yoshiro is the deputy director of the Personnel Department. In a society with strict hierarchy in Japan, ordinary employees must bow and salute first when they see it.

These ordinary staff members who were chatting saw that it was Yuxiu Yoshiro, and quickly bent down to salute. After Yuxiu Yoshiro waved his hand and signaled that there was no need, the person who knew about it carefully answered Yuxiu Yoshiro's question.

After receiving the reply, Yuxiu Yoshiro left expressionlessly, which made these ordinary employees look at each other. I wonder why this senior Yuxiu, who has always been uninterested in the gossip, suddenly became interested in an American company.

Yuhiko Yoshiro's mind is now full of information about Mars Entertainment and $100 million. He now wants to find out whether the information he just heard is accurate. The decision he had made during the meal didn't seem to be very solid. He suddenly found that the proposition he used to convince himself that Mark Seni was looking for him to go to a small company was not valid at all.

A company that was once small, it was no longer a small company when it received sales of 100 million US dollars a month.

He just walked to the destination he was going to in a daze. The person in charge of this interview was his boss, the person in charge of the personnel class of Sega Osaka Branch. He was a very stubborn and mean person. He had personally experienced the economic miracle of the golden decade, so he often felt complacent in this way and often evaluated his subordinates in a contemptuous tone. For example, you are not much better than pigs, and so on.

Originally, he was the person in charge of this interview. His boss was going to the headquarters to listen to the teachings of President Zhongshan, but President Zhongshan set off for the United States this morning, so a high-level meeting that had been arranged was also cancelled.

So Tamahiko Yoshiro's boss saw that there was an interview meeting this morning, so he decided to take charge of it himself.

This made Yuhihiro, who was originally in charge of the matter, an optional deputy. He was a little dissatisfied with this, but he had no choice but to do anything about it.

"Bang!"

Yuhihiro, who was thinking about things, did not pay attention to the front. He was holding a cup of coffee that was no longer steaming, and his steps were a little fast. He accidentally hit someone at a corner.

At the same time, the cup of coffee in his hand was also unsteady. The cup tilted, and the liquid of coffee that was no longer hot was poured on the other party's brand new suit, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered.

Fortunately, Yuhihiro's body was quite strong. After this collision, his body just shook and did not fall down. The person he hit was much thinner than him. When he hit him, he could only sit on the ground with his butt.

"I'm sorry!" Seeing the person sitting on the ground covering his chest and showing a look of pain on his face, Yuhihiro helped the place up in a hurry, and kept saying words of apologizing.

Nakayuji covered his chest and cursed himself in his mouth for being so unlucky. He could even get a cold water to plug his teeth. He finally asked someone to find out where the interview was. When he was about to come, he was knocked down for no reason. At this time, he felt a slippery feeling coming from the palm of his chest, dampness and warmth.

He quickly looked down and saw that the front of the new suit he had just spent a lot of money to buy for a job interview was stained with a large tan coffee stain.

It can't be worn at all.

Seeing this scene, Nakayuji's eyes instantly turned red, and he looked at the middle-aged man who knocked him down with some anger.

He has to attend an interview today! How can he participate in the interview now if his clothes are like this? If he does not wear a suit, he will definitely be considered disrespectful to the interviewer and will be ruthlessly driven out.

Thinking that he was likely to fail the fourth consecutive interview, Nakayushi, who was introverted by nature, suddenly had the urge to cry.

Yuhiko Yoshiro looked at the time on his watch, and his face showed an anxious look. It was very close to the interview time. If he was late, he would definitely be humiliated mercilessly by his boss who had long disliked him.

He could only tear off a piece of paper from the folder's notebook, and wrote down his name and a string of numbers with a pen.

Yuxiu Yoshiro brought this piece of paper into Nakayuji's hands. He said anxiously: "I have something urgent to deal with. This is my name and my phone number at home. You go to the personnel class to find me at noon. If I'm not there, you can just call this number that night and I will definitely compensate you for your clothes."

After saying that, Yuhihiro, who could not afford to wait, trotted away.

Nakayuji held the paper in his hand and stared blankly at the back of the middle-aged man in his thirties who knocked him down gradually disappeared in front of him.

This made him a little stunned.

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

Suddenly, he spat in resentment, then glanced at the contents on the paper. The next second he grabbed the paper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can on the side of the aisle without hesitation.

"It seems that this interview is going to be ruined again." While thinking so pessimistically, Nakayuji took off the suit he was wearing and carried it in his hand, and walked listlessly towards the interview location. Although he knew that he had little hope, Nakayuji didn't want to give up. He had to give up.

What he didn't notice was that he was in the same direction as the middle-aged man who knocked him to the ground just now.

In the interview room.

Sitting on the chair, Tamahiro looked at the cover letter in front of him boredly.

The old man in his fifties next to him was completely in charge of the entire job search process. He and the other two assistants seemed to be audience members, and could only be regarded as bystanders and watched the whole process.

All the job seekers' problems are the responsibility of Senior Suzuki, the head of the personnel department, who is beside him, and he cannot tolerate any more words.

At the beginning, whenever he was interested in a job seeker and wanted to ask carefully, his senior Suzuki would look at him coldly and say, "Your interview is over, next one."

Faced with this situation, Yuhihiro, who could not even have a conflict with his boss, simply ignored him and did not interfere in any way. He did not interfere in other people's business. Anyway, the person he recruited was not qualified, so he would naturally be responsible for the personnel department.

He was also happy and relaxed.

"Next."

With this voice, Tamahiro Yoshiro casually flipped over the cover letter of the previous interviewer.

Seeing the photo on the cover letter of the next job seeker in front of him, his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

Isn’t this the young man I knocked down before?
To be continued...