Chapter 12 Lucky Mutual Aid Club (4)
In the audience, an excited middle-aged man in the crowd took the microphone from Matsui and stood up: "Hello everyone, maybe someone knows me, I His name is Kuroda Nobunaga, and he is a truck driver. "
"Hello, Kuroda," President Oiwa said with a smile.
"Hello! Kuroda!" The entire venue shouted uniformly, as if they had rehearsed beforehand, or they had already conducted this kind of session many times.
"Thank you everyone!" Kuroda received encouragement from everyone and seemed to become bolder. He said: "I just said that I am a truck driver because I had an accident while transporting goods before. In an accident, a batch of valuable goods were lost and a lot of money had to be paid. , not long after, my wife ran away with the child. In order to escape debts, I went to the park to be a homeless man for half a year. If I hadn’t joined here by chance, I might have lived in a muddle for the rest of my life, just rotting there... …Thank you, President Oiwa!”
In the middle of speaking, Kuroda choked up for a time. In a hoarse voice, he bowed deeply to President Oiwa on the stage and thanked him loudly.
“Kuroda-kun, this is not my contribution alone, but the contribution of everyone.” President Oiwa said modestly: “We in the Lucky Mutual Aid Association are all children forgotten by God. Only by keeping warm can we continue to move forward. We are like a big family, sharing the joys and sorrows of our companions. Kuroda, tell everyone your good news quickly. I think everyone is looking forward to it."
"Yes! President! After that, I finally made up my mind to visit the boss of the original delivery company." Kuroda said excitedly: "With my unremitting efforts, I successfully got the boss's Forgive me, he kindly agreed to continue to take me in and let me work to pay off my debt. My job came back, and my wife and children also got in touch some time ago. My life has come out of the trough and I am becoming more and more lucky. Come on, this is all thanks to everyone in the meeting! Thanks to the Lucky Mutual Aid Association!"
"Congratulations!" President Oiwa took the lead in applauding.
“Congratulations!”
"It's gratifying, it's gratifying."
"What a great job Kuroda!"
The venue burst into applause, and Kuroda was overjoyed to receive congratulations from everyone. He bowed to the crowd around him and said words of thanks.
"Hey~ It's really heart-warming. It makes me want to join this big family. After all, I am quite unlucky." Qian Xiaoyi looked on coldly, his words full of sarcasm. He looked at Hei There was a pendant rope hanging around Tian's neck, but because the jewelry was hidden in his collar, it was hard to tell what it was.
Heita Inuyama asked in a low voice: "Doesn't this look no different from an ordinary mutual aid group?"
"The key lies in the 'ceremony' he mentioned." Qian Xiaoyi said: "Just wait, it will come soon."
Inuyama Heita suppressed his uneasy thoughts and waited quietly for the money What Xiao Yi said was "immediately". The next step is the same as before. They select a few members from the crowd who have come out of their gloomy lives because they "joined the Lucky Mutual Aid Association" and let them talk about their experiences. Of course, they all end with thanks. Everyone is the leader. Under their exaggeration, everyone in the venue felt a strong bond connecting them together, like a community of destiny, or as President Oiwa said, they are a family. . "...Thank you for sharing your experience, Meiko." When the last member shared his experience, President Oiwa finally stopped inviting others to speak. Instead, like a kind elder, he opened his hands with a smile. Said: "With our joint efforts, so many brothers and sisters have escaped from bad luck this time and ushered in the arrival of the goddess of luck. This is our This is a common achievement. Please applaud for them and for yourself. This is what you deserve.”
The venue erupted into thunderous applause, and everyone’s face was glowing. With Yourong, they seemed to have seen their future selves. As long as they continued to stay here, one day they would have their lucky moment.
When the applause gradually subsided, President Oiwa continued: "In addition to calling everyone here this time to get together and understand the current situation, of course there is one more thing that you must have guessed. Yes, just recently, I got a revelation and discovered that There is a lucky family member who has been favored by the goddess of luck and can hold a 'ceremony'. To be precise, she is not a member yet, but a relative of a member, but it doesn't matter. After the ceremony, she will be one of us, let's We welcome——Ms. Suzuki!”
"Here we come!" Inuyama Heita perked up and stared at the stage.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Ms. Suzuki brought her daughter Suzuki to the stage from the backstage. Ms. Suzuki looked very excited and kept whispering in Suzuki’s ears, and Suzuki He was very impatient and seemed to want to end it all quickly.
"Well, it seems that the girl has not been brainwashed or anything." Qian Xiaoyi touched his chin and said: "She must have agreed to some condition of her mother, took a few days off, and then half-forced Coming down here, it seems that the situation is not as serious as I thought."
"Aren't you going to do something now?" Heita Inuyama asked, "Are you just going to sit here and wait for their ceremony to be completed? "
Qian Xiaoyi looked at him sideways: "Then what do you want me to do? Go ahead and stop him without knowing the specific situation? Be careful that the police will arrest not the president, but us. . Heitaro, why do you think you are so concerned about this matter? I didn’t realize you were such a warm-hearted person, you are obviously just a classmate whom I don’t know very well.”
Inuyama Heita was silent, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.
Ignoring this strange boy, Qian Xiaoyi continued to stare at the stage. President Oiwa did not behave strangely, but Matsui on the side was different. He was holding a plate with both hands. silk top There was something placed on the plate. There was a small incense burner next to the plate, which was emitting curls of green smoke. It seemed to be a decoration. Matsui respectfully sent the plate to President Oiwa, bent down slightly, and smiled. Look at Suzuki.
In Inuyama Heita's eyes, the smoke from the incense burner gradually formed a curled-up baby-like shape in the air, condensing and not dissipating. But the people in the audience turned a blind eye to this scene. They just looked at Suzuki on the stage with envy, their faces full of admiration.
“That’s it!” Seeing the scene of smoke, Inuyama Heita’s pupils vibrated.
Qian Xiaoyi took out a lighter, lit the cigarette in his mouth, exhaled a breath of second-hand smoke, and said: "...It's finally time to start."
(End of this chapter)