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Nalanja helped Ada carry the book and planned to go back to the apartment directly, but changed her mind midway and took a detour to go to the restaurant. Ada tried to stop him and even started to grab the book. Nalanja directly lifted the book and put it on his head. Ada couldn't reach it even if she jumped up. So her secret purchase of textbooks was exposed in the restaurant.

Bucciarati, who came back from the Naples prison, picked up Ada from her seat and asked her to stand.

"So, you just want to buy these useless books?" Apaki picked up a book and flipped through it.

"Your admission procedures were handled by Bucciarati and I together. I took out the book list from the principal's office. The textbooks I bought will not be wrong." Fuge covered his face and tried to calm himself, "Compared to I, you would rather believe a liar you have never met before, is that what you mean?" He was still so angry that he threw his head on the table.

"Giorno said that he is also a student of this school, and there are his notes in the textbook." Ada refused to accept the fact that she had been deceived.

Fugo exploded. "Didn't you read all these books just now?! Don't you think there's anything wrong?!" He grabbed a book, opened it, and held it in front of Ada's eyes. "These books are inside and out, including the notes." It's all in Spanish! Spanish! Spanish! Why didn't you notice after staring at the book for a long time?! Are you illiterate?! Those are not eyes, but two extra nostrils! Right! "Ada shrank her neck, not daring to breathe out.

Mista and Nalanja came together, laughing so much that they almost died. Out of sympathy, Nalanjia tried to rescue Ada. "Spanish and Italian are quite similar, and she's not Italian." His voice was unable to remain steady due to his gloating smile.

"It's not like it at all! And she entered school in September! If she can't tell the difference between Italian and Spanish, isn't she illiterate?!" Fugo grabbed the book and slapped it on the table repeatedly, making a "snap" sound. ring.

"Didn't they confiscate her money?" Mista helped from a different angle.

Fuge threw away the book and sighed deeply. "It's just Ada's luck."

"It means that the person who cheated is not bad enough." Apaki threw the textbook in his hand on the table.

"Ada," Bucciarati choked before he could say anything, and said, "There will be no next time." Ada nodded quickly.

Bucciarati couldn't find the energy to say anything. He was still thinking about the punishment arranged by Bolbo. He hasn't mentioned it to anyone yet and is hesitant to let his teammates know.

The key to the matter depends on how Polbo will know whether Bucciarati has kept his promise in the future. Perhaps there is an informant for him to evaluate the team members in the stronghold he uses daily, or in some unnoticed place. What's even more troublesome is, does Porpo know about Ada's stand-in? If he knew about it, this "punishment" would be more meaningful, more like a trial that has ended, a situation specially arranged to put Bucciarati in a dilemma.

Apache noticed that Bucciarati was distracted. He looked up at the clock and stood up. "It's time to check on the situation today for last week's mission. Will you return to Bolbo in a few days?" He patted Bucciarati on the shoulder, "I'll go there."

Bucciarati also stood up. "I'll go with you." He originally wanted to assign homework to Nalanja and Ada as usual, and let the remaining two people watch them and find something for them to do in case they end up fighting. But he looked at the four people, not to mention that Fugo would probably continue to scold Ada. Judging from the way Nalanjia and Mista were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously, it was impossible for them to calm themselves down.

So Bucciarati said: "We are going to the pier to see a few yachts, just to relax, you guys can come too." He silently took Ada with him, which was considered a good idea. A marginal solution. Luka bullies the weak and fears the strong, and most likely will not appear directly in front of them.

"Ada doesn't have to go home?" Nalanja said first, "What if Luka comes again?"

"There is no need to mention this matter again." Bucciarati only talked about part of the agreement with Polbo, "Polbo will not force Ada to become Lucca's subordinate again."

"The alarm has been lifted?" Mista was also very happy, which meant that he did not have to be harassed by Nalanja to "change shifts" with him.

Bucciarati nodded slightly.

Whether it was joint action or "all clear", neither of these was what Apaki expected, and he sat down again. "It doesn't make sense for so many people to go. I'll stay on standby."

"It's rare for everyone to have an event together, so go ahead." Nalanja said, but Mista patted him and winked. Nalan Jia raised his chin as if suddenly enlightened. "Ah, it depends on what you like." He and Mista covered Fugo's mouth from left to right and dragged him out. Several people except Apache left the restaurant.

Calling it a task is not a big deal. A marina under the jurisdiction of Bolbo reported that some equipment needed repairs and had to apply for fees, but did not provide any proof. Therefore, he needed a trustworthy subordinate to check the situation, and he assigned Bucciarati the job. Bucciarati was familiar with the port administrator and knew what the so-called "maintenance" was.

Rather than saying that Bolbo is an excellent manager, it is better to say that he is an outdated slave owner who relies on the coercion of the organization to gain power. He repeatedly preached mutual trust to his subordinates, but in fact he had no interest in the concept of "mutual benefit and win-win results." For him - or for most members of the organization, including him, what is more important is tangible servitude and visible benefits. As for the life and death of others, they don't care.

Bolbo exploits the shops within its jurisdiction far more than other nearby areas. Even in the "enthusiastic" sphere of influence, Bolbo's "management" is considered high-pressure, especially in tourist areas such as ports, restaurants, and casinos where people flow. dense place. He does not consider the relationship between costs and benefits, and he disdains any business philosophy. He only knows how to stuff his fangs as much as possible into the blood vessels of those who work hard to survive.

Such barbaric expropriation allowed Polbo to amass a large amount of wealth for his "passion" at a speed that was unmatched by others and became a re-used cadre, but it also made him lose the sense of security living outside the prison - Fashira The protection of the guards and guards was crucial to him, otherwise he might not be able to save his life if he appeared outside casually.

Bolbo may have been a desperate young man who was forced to join the gang to survive. Now he has gained the power as he wished, allowing himself to grow into an extremely huge monster, but he can only huddle in a small corner - which is ironic.

The yacht dock where the team members and Ada are about to go is struggling to make a living under the rule of this caged monster.

All profits from the terminal are turned over to Bolbo. Managers and employees are part of the assets, and their salaries are included in the cost of daily maintenance. In the past, the number of employees was maintained at five to six, but in recent years, southern Italy has been in recession. The terminal's business has become increasingly bleak, and the budget for maintenance costs has also been compressed. The employees can't even eat enough to eat, so they have to find another way out, leaving only The administrator is struggling alone.

Last year, the dock barely made ends meet, and the administrator's monthly salary was incredibly low, which was far from enough for him to support his family. However, the dock was actually his entire net worth. If he were to withdraw from this, then according to Bolbo's usual practice, he would Kicked out of Naples penniless. He asked Bucciarati for help, asking him to save the life of his family and give him a livelihood.

Bucciarati was deeply trusted by Porpo, and this trust was not just a matter of words. In Porpo's mind, Bucciarati survived because of him, and it was also because of him that he could bury his father decently. In the final analysis, he was very grateful to Bucciarati. Polbo believes that no matter how hard he uses his methods on Bucciarati, the other party will never resist, but will become more loyal. The facts so far have convinced Bolbo of this. Therefore, he arranged Bucciarati's activities in the area closest to him and gave him many tasks, including the review and adjustment of accounts in order to avoid taxes.

Bucciarati thus had room to move freely. He is indeed loyal to the organization, but within the scope of permission, he will also do some tricks - originally, Bolbo acquiesced to him to withhold part of the proceeds in order to provide Bugala with some sweeteners, but Bugala was The money was used by people like dockmasters who were increasingly in need.

He opened a small grocery store in the office for the dock administrator, and at the same time cleverly adjusted some of the incoming and outgoing accounts, making the existence of the grocery store obvious and becoming evidence of his and the administrator's efficient management, while concealing it. Part of the proceeds are to prevent Bolbo from further squeezing the administrators. Part of this "repair" is the overhaul of the ship's wireless equipment, and the other part is the update of the grocery store shelves-from wood to metal.

The review and photos of the wireless equipment maintenance documents were the proof that Bucciarati needed for this mission. As for the cost of purchasing the shelves, he needed to discuss them privately with the maintenance staff who wrote the bill.

Any one in the team is fully capable of the actual inspection and certificate retention work. However, in order to ensure that there were no loopholes in the accounting figures, Bucciarati personally followed the administrator and maintenance staff on board the yacht, while the other members took Ada on the shore. While chatting.

"I don't think it's right to just abandon Apache like this." As the person who works most often with Apache, Fugo understands his side hidden under his tough appearance better than the other two members of the team.

"What are you thinking? Have you forgotten what Sunday is?" Mista hooked Fugo's shoulder, "It's that guy's birthday. And in two days, you will be old enough to drink, right?" ? Just find a nice restaurant and hold your birthday party together, it’s quite troublesome to have two birthday parties in a row."

"Then why do you want me to come with you? Can't you give me a surprise too?" Fuge pushed his partner's arm away.

"I will give you other surprises, but this time you have to help me make an idea when choosing a restaurant. After all, you should know how to save money." Mista put his arm back again.

Fuge said angrily: "You want to save money when treating guests to dinner, you really can say that." He didn't refuse.

Nalanjia suggested: "Why don't we order a seafood dinner and buy a few bottles of good wine, and we'll pay for it together." This was agreed by several people present. Fugo's only request was that the surprise for him couldn't be another feast, whether it was a seafood feast or not - they were not worried about whether Bucciarati would agree to it, and Bucciarati would not object.

"But I only have 20,000 lire." Ada was a little worried, "It's not enough." She remembered that a few good red shrimps were not cheap.

"Your money is probably enough for a bottle of champagne." Mista calculated the price skillfully, "The kind with good quality." He proposed to pick out champagne with Ada later. "You wait outside, I'll go in and buy it."

Fugo said: "I'll go too, and decide on the restaurant and menu."

"Then we just leave Bucciarati here?" Naranja looked in the direction of the yacht. Bucciarati and the others had not returned yet, "But did it take so long to take the photo? That's not a Polaroid. Really? Just press the shutter button twice and it will be solved, right?"

"No matter what, we have to wait for him. Won't he participate in the feast?" Fugo said.

Nalanja opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped and turned to look at the corner of a building not far away.

"Is there anything there?" Mista asked him.

"It should be fine. I just felt that there was someone there looking at us, but he seemed to have run away now."

Naranja looked away, and Bucciarati returned to the team with photos and cameras. Fugo briefly talked about his birthday plans for Sunday, and Bucciarati agreed. "I'm just aggrieved that you have to make suggestions when it's close to your birthday. Happy birthday, Fugo." He said, "Let's go check out the restaurant first. There is a good seafood restaurant near the port. We can check out the menu first."

The seafood restaurant Bucciarati mentioned was opened by an old fisherman. The dishes are affordable and the ingredients are fresh every morning. Bucciarati proposed, and Fugo seconded the idea. Apache and Fugo's birthday party would be held in this store, at 7:30 on Sunday evening. A few people rushed to the best liquor store in the city.

Naranja still couldn't let go of the sight he felt at the dock earlier. He even felt that this sight would always follow us along the way. After confirming his feeling, he immediately said: "Bucciarati, someone is following us."

His intuition and senses are sharper than those of his teammates, and he is an excellent scout. Both Mista and Fugo have great trust in him. It stands to reason that Bucciarati should be the same, but now he just glanced in the direction Naranja pointed and said perfunctorily: "Really? This is your illusion." He added: "Even if it's true Someone was following us, and there were few people near the pier. He followed us to a busy place, but he never attacked, so there was nothing to be afraid of." He confirmed Ada's position quietly as he spoke - she was listening to Fugo's explanation of champagne and rose wine. the difference.

Fugo noticed that he was looking at Ada during Bucciarati's words. He immediately understood that there was something about Ada that was inconvenient to explain and stopped explaining. "What's happened to you recently, Naranja? Ever since Ada's 'nonsense', you have been extremely sensitive. If you continue to be like this, it will have an impact on future tasks." His face was facing Naranja, but his eyes were looking towards Mista.

Mista stayed close to Naranja along the way. From his actions and the conversation between him and Bucciarati, he had already sensed something was wrong. At this moment, he received Fugo's eyes and put his arm around Naranja's shoulders. "A lot of things have happened one after another during this period. Don't always say it's his fault. We are all neurotic." It was replaced by a voice that was almost breath-taking that only he and Nalanja could hear. Said, "Tearful eyes."

"That's right, I'm one year older than you, Fugo." Nalanja just lacked common sense and was not an idiot at work. He immediately understood the meaning of this sudden word.

"So, champagne is a higher-end rose wine?" Ada interjected, "So is it made with champagne rose?" She instinctively felt that the four people in front of her were a little strange, but she couldn't tell what was different from usual, so she interjected. words, hoping to divert their attention.

"...Rose wine is not made from roses - didn't I tell you when I was studying natural science? Alcohol is a fermentation product of sugar. Roses contain too little sugar to make wine." Fuge replied calmly. . Although the timing was a bit wrong, he understood why a father would be impatient with his child's questions - it was really stupid.

The few people relied on their usual tacit understanding (except maybe Ada) to arrive at the wine shop without leaking anything.

Mista was slightly more knowledgeable about wine tasting, and Bucciarati had a good relationship with the owner of the wine shop. The two of them went to choose champagne - with Ada's money. The remaining three were waiting at the door.

There is a bakery on the other side of the road. The service is terrible and the quality is average. However, the panini sold for lunch are heavily discounted in the afternoon and are very cheap. Ada had a big argument with Naranja after he made a phone call at noon (Ada: You slandered me! Naranja: Don’t come over here!). They were so angry that neither of them ate seriously. In the afternoon, they encountered Spanish textbooks again and still didn't eat. They were almost hungry now. Fugo had no choice but to take them both to this store to buy discounted panini.

The reason for the discount is because the products are no longer fresh, the ham and egg ones are better, Ada's favorite tuna panini is no longer in shape - the residual moisture in the very poorly prepared tuna salad is fully soaked If you don't have bread, it looks like it tastes very bad. It's just like a ball of paste in your mouth.

"Tuna Panini!" Ada didn't care. Two authentic Italian gentlemen could not tolerate such taste.

"Don't worry, cheer up!" Nalan Jia immediately stopped her and asked her to stand up.

"Can it be made fresh? ... Then two paninis, pickled fish, and three glasses of soda." Fugo directly ordered for her.

Ada saw the barista behind the bar. "I'd like to drink an Americano with hazelnut cream and sugar. It's sweet and delicious. Can you make me a cup?" Everyone except Ada's face fell.

"You don't want to." "The word 'Americano' is not allowed in your mouth." Ada was thrown out of the store.

When it comes to eating habits, Ada continues to touch the bottom line of Italians, completely unaware that she has actually been in this country for a year.

"Aren't you feeling uncomfortable these past two days?" Naranja chewed on the panini. "I don't think you have any reaction at all."

The three of them came out of the bakery and squatted in front of the wine shop, eating and drinking.

"It's a little bit occasionally, but it's over soon." In addition to dozing off more easily than usual these days, Ada's withdrawal reactions are rapidly weakening in both intensity and duration, and are far less severe than those she experienced just after eating orange candies. The night was serious, "Maybe it's because I spit out the candy quickly and didn't eat a lot."

"Didn't you say that once you come into contact, it's easy to start over? You don't agree with that at all." Nalanja asked.

Fugo drank his soda quickly. "I actually suspect that she might just be allergic to other ingredients in sugar." He speculated, "Because the dizzy symptoms caused by allergies are similar to those of withdrawal, it temporarily aggravated her stress response. It should only be relieved in the past two days. Come on, otherwise she can't act like nothing happened now. You should take her to the hospital for a checkup - you have to talk to Bucciarati about this later." The other two people didn't understand what he was saying at all. What.

"I will never go to the hospital again." This was Ada's only reaction.

"She has almost recovered. There is no need to check so clearly." Nalan Jia pretended to understand.

Bucciarati and Mista came out. In the end, he and Bucciarati did not choose champagne, but bought two bottles of old Moscato sweet white sparkling wine - they each posted another money. Mista was carrying the paper bag containing the wine bottle and saw Naranja and Ada who were eating. "Didn't you bring me one?"

"It just barely satisfies my hunger. The one over there tastes just average." Nalanja stuffed the last bite into his mouth and stood up. Ada ate half of it and felt a little full, so she wrapped the remaining half in bakery paper and held it in her hand. Fugo went to see the wine Mista and the others bought.

"Considering that you also have to drink, I didn't buy something with a high alcohol content." Bucciarati said, "Go back and finish the rest of the work. Ada, you go too. Fugo hasn't given you any arrangements today. Do your homework.”

"Today should be history, but considering that you can't even tell the difference between Spanish and Italian, you might as well change it to Italian." Fugo still remembered the textbook incident not long ago.

Ada defended: "I can tell, I really know him, I just didn't look carefully."

"Bah." Fuge didn't believe it.

Back at the restaurant, Apaki had asked the waiter to prepare black tea and snacks in advance, and he was flipping through the book left by Mista. "Mista, are you serious? "Education of Love"?" He mocked mercilessly, "Are you still at the age of reading children's books?"

"Isn't it bad?" Mista retorted seriously, "This is a longing for a better world." He looked at Ada again. "I'll lend it to you too, you'll like it." He added, "You can learn some Chinese characters by the way." Fugo took the book from Apache's hand, flipped through it, and gave it to Ada.

"Read it to me." He knocked on the table in front of Nalanjia again, "Nalanjia, you still have to do math. Come on, I'll help you."

Apaki and Bucciarati have already started sorting out the photos and bills they brought back. Mista was responsible for listening to Ada's reading. He carelessly placed the wine he bought at his feet. Apache wouldn't ask if he saw it anyway, and he didn't package it specially.