Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 771 - 469: The Meaning of Existence

Fushimi Roku never expected the fist fight in Japan to be so intense.

He initially thought that the Japanese servers, like the national servers, were just young won and toxic males causing trouble. But he was wrong; he didn’t understand the national conditions of Japan. It’s completely different from what’s portrayed in Japanese dramas and ani... Japanese n truly discriminate against won!

In a country where filming and selling adult videos is legal, the basic gender values are skewed.

Japanese n indeed have workplace discrimination, it was just not apparent on the surface before. Until the explosion of version 2.0 feminism, Japanese n responded accordingly by demanding won exit their jobs, and companies, considering various aspects, really did dismiss a large number of won.

Even Kinosaki Shoujin called Minamoto Tamako to suspend her for a while.

Minamoto Tamako was very shocked by this, unable to get any explanations, she could only vent to Fushimi Roku: "When have I ever enjoyed gender privilege? Didn’t I earn this position fair and square? That guy Fujiwara Homare got promoted faster than , why does nobody have an opinion about him?"

Fushimi Roku was packing various living supplies into boxes as they were preparing to move. The new house procedures were complete, ready to move in at any ti, basic furniture was all in place.

He pulled out a section of tape, sticking it to a wooden box, casually saying: "Chief Kikuchi doesn’t an that, the social atmosphere is problematic lately, he just wants you to avoid it for a while."

Minamoto Tamako, while folding clothes next to the sofa, couldn’t help but complain upon hearing this: "How did I ss up the social atmosphere? Can’t the news dia report sothing of value?"

She picked up two newspapers from the coffee table, tapped them, and said: "Look, ’Extre feminist female criminal police officer,’ what does that an! It’s really bullying!"

"Forget it, forget it, ignore them." Fushimi Roku waved his hand.

Minamoto Tamako felt Fushimi Roku didn’t take this matter seriously, she felt very wronged, unjustly accused, all her long-term efforts turned into soone else’s ’gender bonus,’ it would hurt anyone’s feelings.

She humd and heavily slapped the newspaper on the table, saying: "After all, they’re not scolding you, after all, you’re not a girl, whether you care or not, it’s up to you!"

Fushimi Roku stacked the cardboard boxes aside, then pulled out another box to seal. He was taken aback by these words at first, then said: "I do care, don’t think otherwise. Even though I act like this, I too resent those nonsense spouting folks."

"Just resent?" Minamoto Tamako was still unhappy.

"I loathe them deeply!" Fushimi Roku intensified his tone: "But you know, I’m always kind to others, so I don’t express my inner hatred lightly."

"You’re just saying it." Minamoto Tamako wasn’t foolish, she pouted, continued folding clothes, feeling nobody could understand her.

Fushimi Roku looked up, realizing Minamoto Tamako’s state was very precarious. If an extre feminist with a skewed view said ’Sister, I understand you,’ Minamoto Tamako might resonate, and then be led astray...

Ideology has nothing to do with intelligence, so smart people have skewed views just the sa.

Fushimi Roku had to put down the box, sit by the sofa, held Minamoto Tamako’s hand, comforting her: "It’s not like what you think, I care about you, of course. Society isn’t what newspapers portray either, you should know, those "won oppressed" extre cases are just deliberately picked special instances."

He paused, continued: "There are also n being oppressed, exploited, aren’t there similar stories often covered in the news? A person’s actions shouldn’t be elevated to represent a whole group, this simple logic you should understand, right?"

"I know," Minamoto Tamako nodded, felt a bit relieved: "I’m just upset, those journalists write nonsense."

"Yes, they’re writing nonsense, intentionally stirring up gender confrontation, just to make newspapers sell... Haven’t you noticed lately the newspaper sections are mostly about gender-related reports?"

Fushimi Roku was very pleased, took advantage and said: "As a future famous detective and police chief, every move you make will provoke public discussion, being a celebrity is like that, there won’t only be praise, there will be people who don’t like you, talking behind your back. If you dwell on those rumors, how can you be a famous detective and police chief in the future?"

"True..."

Minamoto Tamako was persuaded, neatly folded her clothes. Her mood just improved, then she rembered sothing and asked: "But today I read in the papers that won are facing massive layoffs..."

"Nonsense, how could that be." Fushimi Roku laughed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the living room phone rang, Minamoto Tamako casually picked up the call, after chatting for a couple of sentences, her face changed.

"What? What exactly happened..."

"That’s too much!"

"I’ll, I’ll go protest with you this afternoon..."

"Alright..."

Minamoto Tamako hung up, her face pale, said: "Sister Yalan was dismissed."

Fushimi Roku was stunned, knowing Moriyama Yasurou’s status in Minamoto Tamako’s heart, when Minamoto Tamako first joined the police station she looked up to Moriyama Yasurou.

Director Moriki also often looked out for Minamoto Tamako, their private relations were intimate, just like the senior-junior dynamic in Showa era Japanese dramas, a ntor guiding the young protege along, having both a teacher and friend relationship.

Now Moriyama Yasurou’s unfair dismissal was definitely a heavy blow for Minamoto Tamako.

"Okay, maybe so individuals at Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt indeed have workplace discrimination, but that doesn’t an Japanese citizens all have gender discrimination..."