Chapter 3: Sure enough, can I only sell X?

The afternoon sun became increasingly brilliant.

Naoki Nagayama walked on the street towards the convenience store. Although he chose to walk in the shade of green trees, after a short while, sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

His body was still too weak; he had to strengthen his exercise in the future.

The convenience store was actually not far from his residence. A high school graduate who had just come to Tokyo to work couldn't find a job too far away. Plus his wooden personality, he had barely spent half a year here, and except for the store manager and the landlady, he didn't know many people.

Naoki Nagayama came to Tokyo actually without considering so much. After graduating from high school, he didn't want to huddle in the izakaya with his father and older brother, so he brought a little pocket money he had saved, holding a stubbornness in his heart, and came to Tokyo.

The convenience store was the first job of his life, he received the first salary of his life, and also used the wages to pay the first rent of his life...

Thinking about it this way, working part-time at a convenience store was full of meaning...

Even so, it was impossible to continue working part-time, and it would still be impossible to work part-time in the future~

Walking for about 40 minutes, the small convenience store was located in the gap of the residential area. The convenience store in the Showa era didn't have as many dazzling products as later days, and there were even some vegetables on the shelves, belonging to the advanced version of a grocery store, but it already had external freezers, ice cream, soda, and other drinks.

The store manager Yuichi Ishida, wearing work clothes, was facing the documents behind the counter. One could see another young man in the store organizing goods.

"Ishida-san, sorry to bother you." Naoki Nagayama walked into the door and greeted the store manager.

"Nagayama-kun, you're here!" Yuichi Ishida looked very calm, but Nagayama, who knew his personality well, knew that a strict conversation would follow.

"Look, even the address is so formal..." Naoki Nagayama thought so in his heart.

"Hai, I was hospitalized for some reasons before, so I didn't come to work for these 3 days." He said honestly.

"Caused trouble for the store, I'm really very sorry!" His upper body also bowed honestly...

Hearing that he was hospitalized, Yuichi Ishida's complexion didn't change, but his tone eased a lot: "What's going on, Nagayama-san? Is your body okay now?"

Sure enough, even the address changed back.

"Hai, I ate something bad before, so I had my stomach washed." Naoki Nagayama intended to state the purpose of coming together.

"My body is fine now, I just need to rest for a while..."

"So that's it, then Nagayama-san, you came today?" Yuichi Ishida seemed to have guessed it.

"Hai, store manager, although I'm very reluctant, I came to resign from this job today!" Polite words always had to be said.

"Thank you for your care during this period, Ishida-san!"

"Ah, so that's it." Yuichi Ishida looked a bit relaxed. "Nagayama-san helped a lot here, take care of your body in the future!"

"Hai, arigato!"

Naoki Nagayama walked on the street, still holding an envelope in his hand, which contained 50,000 yen.

Store manager Ishida said it was the previous salary, but actually, the salary was settled every week. If a full-time employee worked another shift at night, they could earn about 150,000 yen a month. If they worked a few more part-time jobs, they could earn more, and the income might be able to catch up with ordinary employees.

He had worked for less than 5 days in October and also caused trouble because of absenteeism; the store manager could completely not give it.

"Ishida-san is indeed a good person!"

Walking casually on the street, looking at the unfamiliar Showa scenery, Naoki Nagayama didn't have the idea of returning to the apartment for the time being.

At this time, Nakano Ward was still mainly residential, and it was a big afternoon with the autumn tiger (late summer heat) acting up. Pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, and there was nothing good to see.

He swayed slowly onto the train and then went to Shibuya, an area the original body didn't know much about either.

Sure enough, it was Shibuya. Even in this weather, the flow of people was not small.

The neon lights on the side of the road were resting. Perhaps only at night could one feel its style that could represent this country.

In the shops facing the street, various novel things of the time were displayed. The trendy clothes inside would not be outdated even if brought to the 21st century. Perhaps fashion was really a cycle.

Occasionally passing by two or three girls, there were bound to be more or less attentive boys following them. The trend that at least 4 kinds of boys surrounded a girl in the bubble era seemed to have already appeared.

Naoki Nagayama, walking on the commercial street, was not too obsessed with these scenes. Looking at the most prosperous street area in Tokyo, the dazzling array of goods, what he thought in his brain was:

How can I get the first pot of gold to start my life of getting rich overnight?

Seeing the discos and closed nightclubs around...

Could it be that I have to sell myself?

Will my physical strength be unable to handle it?

What future ideas can I sell for a good price?

Thinking while walking, a burst of music suddenly came to Naoki Nagayama's ears.

It turned out he had passed a record store.

The poster of Momoe Yamaguchi in the store was still smiling gently. The record store used the gimmick of retirement to put all the previous records in the center, wanting to earn another sum by relying on the fans' complex.

And on the other side, the poster was a girl with a brilliant smile. What had just entered his ears was exactly the famous song "Aoi Sangoshou" (Blue Coral Reef) by Seiko Matsuda.

Naoki Nagayama felt this wonderful atmosphere of retreating and advancing, thinking of the fierce competition in the entertainment industry in the bubble era...

What entered his ears was no longer the brisk singing...

But the sound of the first pot of gold pouring onto him...

"Thanks to the Bilibili up-masters, thanks to the prosperous beauty of Seiko and Akina, let me learn about many Showa-era divine songs~"

"My first pot of gold, sure enough, I still have to sell songs!" ===== CHAPTER 4 =====