CEO, Raise Your Foot. You Stepped on My Salty Fish.

The career-brained CEO attacks The highest ideal in the first year of junior high school is to be a salted fish. Marry? Dogs don't even get knots… First grade of junior high school! Knot now! The reason is that the president came to ask for marriage on the first day of the new year with the labor contract. There are five insurances and one fund, no need to work, a salary of 5,000, including food and accommodation. Finally, in the first year of junior high school, he became a salted fish in the president's villa. But one of them was inwardly involved until death, and the other lay flat on the royal road. The friction of life is certainly necessary. But no matter who you are, you can't stop me from being a salty fish. ———— Intention: Not to lie down, but to run more clearly