Whoa, indignant little bugger wasn’t he; like he had something to prove. So he didn’t work for the New Meiji Times. Most papers were on-line these days. But there were some readers who liked doing things the old-fashioned way, and those people wanted to read printed material that they could hold in both their hands.
Sano just shook his head. The kid must have been pretty hard up if he had to switch between cats and dogs. The ex op bet that Eiji-kun would even be doing laundry before long.
‘What do I do?’ Sano asked himself. Good question. I drink. I gamble. I get drunk, but I don’t lose much money. Well, that was what he’d done for the last three weeks. He was planning on turning things around this week, but that was no one’s business except his own.
“Actually, I don’t do much….in the way of work, that is.”
Sano had to give the boy credit; he did seem to be industrious.
“So, how many employees does this paper have, and what sort of stories do you print?” For all Sano knew, the paper could be called, ‘Newsweek, Dog and Cat Edition’.
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Sano just shook his head. The kid must have been pretty hard up if he had to switch between cats and dogs. The ex op bet that Eiji-kun would even be doing laundry before long.
‘What do I do?’ Sano asked himself. Good question. I drink. I gamble. I get drunk, but I don’t lose much money. Well, that was what he’d done for the last three weeks. He was planning on turning things around this week, but that was no one’s business except his own.
“Actually, I don’t do much….in the way of work, that is.”
Sano had to give the boy credit; he did seem to be industrious.
“So, how many employees does this paper have, and what sort of stories do you print?” For all Sano knew, the paper could be called, ‘Newsweek, Dog and Cat Edition’.