The lady stared at the map for a few minutes, the lady disappeared using a supernatural power, and 15 minutes later the lady reappeared, holding a meat ticket said to be worth 5000 million in her hand.
Mr. Mori pinched the bridge of his nose, and Dazai, who was still lying on his stomach, was very considerate and urged him to make a phone call: "Wrong? Mr. Hirotsu? Haven't you arrived yet?"
The old man Guangjin stepped on the gas pedal when he heard the words, and led his subordinates to the scene 5 minutes later with the momentum of turning the drain when he was young. The kidnappers in the warehouse were swearing and helping each other to move out.
Very good, you don't even need a blasting assault, just grab it on the spot.
"Mr. Dazai, please tell the boss that the mission is complete."
The old man took out a cigarette and lit it, and a light flashed through his glasses—oh, your uncle will always be your uncle.
As for Masao Imai... this young man is now facing the greatest difficulty of his life.
The professor of his professional class threw him on the floor, and sat on the sofa in a very unrestrained manner waiting for an explanation.The black-haired boy who blackmailed him to do his homework yesterday was lying on the other side of the sofa, and another orange-haired boy was staring at him curiously.
This is even scarier.
The most heart-warming one is the last man with long hair. From the age and tone of speech, one can guess that he should be the spouse of Professor Rimbaud.This kind gentleman took out the first-aid kit from the chest of drawers, cleaned his wound efficiently and bandaged it, and the smooth flow of movements was an art, and it didn't hurt him much.
After cooking the "black pot" thrown by others, Mr. Mori looked at the pot gently and said, "Your name is Imai Masao, right? A native of Yokohama? How could you be kidnapped by PortMafia?"
Imai couldn't help but burst into tears: "I don't know! I left the professor's office and walked straight away. When I walked outside the school, someone approached me and asked for directions. I followed that person to the side of the road. , before he could react, he was stuffed into the car..."
Well, asking him is like asking nothing.
Rimbaud sat on the sofa and complained: "If you obediently go to the library and borrow books for self-study, you won't be kidnapped."
——No, professor, in that case I may have to face the dilemma of paying for the loss of the library!
Imai groaned, only daring to slander in his stomach.The scene where the professor knocked down the kidnapper with his slippers was still vivid in his memory, and he didn't want to try it at all.
"Not to mention PortMafia, those trash, the members of the Takase Society are more skilled than them. The hot weapons they carry are all brand-name products from the black market, and they are not even worth being blacked out, poor ghost!"
Professor Rimbaud put on his glasses again and continued to write the lesson plan without raising his head, and he didn't even look at the stunned students.
Just, that's, that's it...Professor, why do you know so much about these things?And openly expressing that you want to cheat and eat black, have you admitted something particularly terrible? !
Madam's professional judgment is trustworthy, and Mori Ogai nodded while touching his chin: "I see, probably some small group of new organizations improvised, borrowing the name of PortMafia to intimidate the victims, so that they will be out of fear when facing blackmail. And you have to be obedient."
"The idea is very good, but why did you call Madam?"
yes!Rimbaud is just the professor of Masao Imai's professional course, and he has no blood or kinship relationship with him, and he never interacts with him at ordinary times. If it wasn't for this guy playing with his mobile phone in class, she might not remember to look up his name.
The student who became the point of sight once again shivered: "Probably, hey, it's probably because I remarked the professor's number as 'ancestor', so that the kidnappers mistakenly thought it was the contact information of grandparents and elders..."
Miss Professor burst into an extremely amiable smile: "What did you say? Say it again, I don't seem to hear clearly?"
"I was wrong! I meant that my respect for you, Professor, is as sincere as that of the ancestors of my family!"
Imai slid down from the sofa to Dogeza quickly and smoothly, making one wonder how often he repeated this action.
"Are you going to give me some incense every day?"
She answered angrily, and as soon as she finished speaking, Mr. Luosen's mobile phone interface lit up and cut into the call.
"Moxi, Mr. Hongye?"
"Boss, those guests have been recruited. The detailed report will be on your desk tomorrow morning. How will we deal with it later?"
Mori Ogai tilted his head and thought for a moment, he was so stupid that he couldn't absorb it to lower the average IQ, but it wasn't his style to just let it go.
"It doesn't take 5000 million to ask them to pay the ransom, 500 million per person, one finger."
"Understood, boss."
There are about ten people, and they can barely make up 5000 million together. PortMafia is not a place where you can bargain.
Imai's kneeling was even more standard—so, what did I do wrong to be in this situation!
The kidnappers who came to deliver food under their names have been dealt with, and the only thing that needs to be dealt with is this young man kneeling quite standard in front of him.
It's impossible to let him go.If you kill him, there will be no place for Madam's face.This student doesn't look very smart, he's a bit lazy, he's not strong-willed, he's addicted to having fun... To be honest, Mr. Sen really doesn't want to pick it up.
But he didn't have the guts to do bad things, he was just an ordinary college student.
He thought about it, and decided to take this potato to see if he could make a jade carving: "Mr. Imai, are you working part-time?"
The vast majority of college students will use their spare time to do some odd jobs. Most people can rely on these subsidies for their living needs, and some diligent ones can even earn tuition fees.
Imai nodded with tears streaming down his face: "Yes, I work in a lottery shop, and all the lottery tickets I have touched... have never won a prize..."
"..."
This, this is also a kind of talent!
In order to determine whether this situation is the inherent attribute of Masao Imai or whether he has awakened a supernatural ability without knowing it, Mr. Mori turned his attention to the cheap eldest son who watched the excitement with relish: "Nakaya-kun's luck has always been very good, Can I take Imai-kun to do an experiment together? It won't take too much time for you, you can do it after school tomorrow afternoon."
"Of course, Dazai-kun also needs to try together."
Suddenly discovering that this piece of material not too far from the garbage is very shiny, Mr. Mori suddenly felt that he had condescended to debrief and bandage him with his own hands, and looked at the young man with more kind eyes: "Imai-san, you know it is worth it." How much is a person who dispatches a black lizard from PortMafia usually worth?"
"P...P, P, PortMafia?" Imai hadn't recovered from the shock of "500 million per person, one finger", repeating key words meaninglessly.
Mr. Sen smiled more gently: "Yes, you heard that right, it's PortMafia."
"For you, I had to make an old man run around late at night, and ordered a lady to work overtime temporarily."
"Tsk tsk tsk," he clicked his tongue and kicked the unlucky guy into the abyss: "The most important thing is that I, the wife of the leader of PortMafia, dedicated half an hour to you."
"Do you know how much taxpayers' money will be cost to please move your wife once?"
Masao Imai...has been killed in battle.
Dazai, who was lying on the sofa, pulled out the calculator in his mobile phone and output it crazily. Finally, he came up with a number that satisfied Mr. Mori and put it in front of Imai: "I only calculated an average value, which is very kind."
The kind boy gave a series of almost countless numbers.
"I..." Imai Masao really wanted to say that even if you cut me up and sold me, you wouldn't be able to make up the odds. An innocent businessman."
This sentence made people not know how to say it and began to complain, even Rimbaud couldn't help but look up at someone from the lesson plan.
Mr. Mori, who has a thicker skin than Osamu Dazai, didn't notice it, smiled and said to Imai, who was already vomiting his soul: "I am a reasonable person, Imai-kun. How about this, I will offer you a job, and the salary will be the same. Send the number according to the number. When the value you create is worth this string of numbers, you can come to me to resign at any time, how about it?"
Oh, don't even think about leaving once you're here.
The naive and innocent young man who had no experience in the world was so inexplicably burdened with huge debts, and even more inexplicably went to the sea to become a gangster.
Professor Rimbaud, who had been silent all this time, spoke at this moment: "You are the class representative of the second grade, Imai." After speaking, he glanced at Mori Ogai again: "Don't let me have no class representative available someday!"
"Okay, ma'am. Got it, ma'am. No problem, ma'am." Mr. Sen replied simply and neatly.
The lady is really gentle and protective.
It was too late, Imai stayed overnight on the sofa in the living room of Rimbaud's house, and left the next morning.After returning to the rented apartment and lying down for about two or three hours, there was a rustling sound from the entrance.He boldly stretched his head to look, and the familiar black-haired boy opened his door lock with a wire and was rummaging for slippers in the hallway...
"It's you again!" Grief and indignation are no longer enough to describe his current mood. The uninvited Dazai put the wire back in his pocket as if nothing had happened: "I kindly accepted the job of guiding newcomers. When I leave, remember to call Mr. Dazai."
Imai Masao: I don't need your kindness, so get out!
He seemed to hear the wailing in the heart of the unlucky guy, shrugging his shoulders indifferently: "Don't you wonder why the group of kidnappers targeted you yesterday?"
Logically speaking, for a real ordinary person like Imai Masao, there would be no lawbreakers who would set their sights on him... There is no way to squeeze out the oil and water!If you want less, there is no need to take risks and break the law for such a small amount of money. Is prison food so delicious?
There must be other unknown reasons for this-ordinary people would think so.
Imai Masao hesitated: "Why?"
"Follow me, do as I say, and I'll tell you when I feel better." The boy raised a bright smile and walked outside the door to signal Imai to follow quickly: "Don't make me say it a third time."
"Oh, okay, here we come." Imai Masao put on his shoes, took the key and closed the door very honestly, followed him out of the apartment.
I got on the pirate ship... but I couldn't get off.
The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter
Gentle and kind
—— Mori Ogai
Love life
—— Osamu Dazai
too terrifying
PS, refuse game, start with me, let go of those bat civet pangolins, people can eat them even when they grow up like that!
If you are wild, just get some shepherd's purse and mother-in-law, is it okay?
感谢在2020-02-1217:28:05~2020-02-1310:19:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: the big bean is 1 lentil;
Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: the whole village hopes that Yang Meili has 36 bottles; Dazizi is lentils and beans 22 bottles; small garbage 20 bottles; Cheng Luo 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Mr. Mori pinched the bridge of his nose, and Dazai, who was still lying on his stomach, was very considerate and urged him to make a phone call: "Wrong? Mr. Hirotsu? Haven't you arrived yet?"
The old man Guangjin stepped on the gas pedal when he heard the words, and led his subordinates to the scene 5 minutes later with the momentum of turning the drain when he was young. The kidnappers in the warehouse were swearing and helping each other to move out.
Very good, you don't even need a blasting assault, just grab it on the spot.
"Mr. Dazai, please tell the boss that the mission is complete."
The old man took out a cigarette and lit it, and a light flashed through his glasses—oh, your uncle will always be your uncle.
As for Masao Imai... this young man is now facing the greatest difficulty of his life.
The professor of his professional class threw him on the floor, and sat on the sofa in a very unrestrained manner waiting for an explanation.The black-haired boy who blackmailed him to do his homework yesterday was lying on the other side of the sofa, and another orange-haired boy was staring at him curiously.
This is even scarier.
The most heart-warming one is the last man with long hair. From the age and tone of speech, one can guess that he should be the spouse of Professor Rimbaud.This kind gentleman took out the first-aid kit from the chest of drawers, cleaned his wound efficiently and bandaged it, and the smooth flow of movements was an art, and it didn't hurt him much.
After cooking the "black pot" thrown by others, Mr. Mori looked at the pot gently and said, "Your name is Imai Masao, right? A native of Yokohama? How could you be kidnapped by PortMafia?"
Imai couldn't help but burst into tears: "I don't know! I left the professor's office and walked straight away. When I walked outside the school, someone approached me and asked for directions. I followed that person to the side of the road. , before he could react, he was stuffed into the car..."
Well, asking him is like asking nothing.
Rimbaud sat on the sofa and complained: "If you obediently go to the library and borrow books for self-study, you won't be kidnapped."
——No, professor, in that case I may have to face the dilemma of paying for the loss of the library!
Imai groaned, only daring to slander in his stomach.The scene where the professor knocked down the kidnapper with his slippers was still vivid in his memory, and he didn't want to try it at all.
"Not to mention PortMafia, those trash, the members of the Takase Society are more skilled than them. The hot weapons they carry are all brand-name products from the black market, and they are not even worth being blacked out, poor ghost!"
Professor Rimbaud put on his glasses again and continued to write the lesson plan without raising his head, and he didn't even look at the stunned students.
Just, that's, that's it...Professor, why do you know so much about these things?And openly expressing that you want to cheat and eat black, have you admitted something particularly terrible? !
Madam's professional judgment is trustworthy, and Mori Ogai nodded while touching his chin: "I see, probably some small group of new organizations improvised, borrowing the name of PortMafia to intimidate the victims, so that they will be out of fear when facing blackmail. And you have to be obedient."
"The idea is very good, but why did you call Madam?"
yes!Rimbaud is just the professor of Masao Imai's professional course, and he has no blood or kinship relationship with him, and he never interacts with him at ordinary times. If it wasn't for this guy playing with his mobile phone in class, she might not remember to look up his name.
The student who became the point of sight once again shivered: "Probably, hey, it's probably because I remarked the professor's number as 'ancestor', so that the kidnappers mistakenly thought it was the contact information of grandparents and elders..."
Miss Professor burst into an extremely amiable smile: "What did you say? Say it again, I don't seem to hear clearly?"
"I was wrong! I meant that my respect for you, Professor, is as sincere as that of the ancestors of my family!"
Imai slid down from the sofa to Dogeza quickly and smoothly, making one wonder how often he repeated this action.
"Are you going to give me some incense every day?"
She answered angrily, and as soon as she finished speaking, Mr. Luosen's mobile phone interface lit up and cut into the call.
"Moxi, Mr. Hongye?"
"Boss, those guests have been recruited. The detailed report will be on your desk tomorrow morning. How will we deal with it later?"
Mori Ogai tilted his head and thought for a moment, he was so stupid that he couldn't absorb it to lower the average IQ, but it wasn't his style to just let it go.
"It doesn't take 5000 million to ask them to pay the ransom, 500 million per person, one finger."
"Understood, boss."
There are about ten people, and they can barely make up 5000 million together. PortMafia is not a place where you can bargain.
Imai's kneeling was even more standard—so, what did I do wrong to be in this situation!
The kidnappers who came to deliver food under their names have been dealt with, and the only thing that needs to be dealt with is this young man kneeling quite standard in front of him.
It's impossible to let him go.If you kill him, there will be no place for Madam's face.This student doesn't look very smart, he's a bit lazy, he's not strong-willed, he's addicted to having fun... To be honest, Mr. Sen really doesn't want to pick it up.
But he didn't have the guts to do bad things, he was just an ordinary college student.
He thought about it, and decided to take this potato to see if he could make a jade carving: "Mr. Imai, are you working part-time?"
The vast majority of college students will use their spare time to do some odd jobs. Most people can rely on these subsidies for their living needs, and some diligent ones can even earn tuition fees.
Imai nodded with tears streaming down his face: "Yes, I work in a lottery shop, and all the lottery tickets I have touched... have never won a prize..."
"..."
This, this is also a kind of talent!
In order to determine whether this situation is the inherent attribute of Masao Imai or whether he has awakened a supernatural ability without knowing it, Mr. Mori turned his attention to the cheap eldest son who watched the excitement with relish: "Nakaya-kun's luck has always been very good, Can I take Imai-kun to do an experiment together? It won't take too much time for you, you can do it after school tomorrow afternoon."
"Of course, Dazai-kun also needs to try together."
Suddenly discovering that this piece of material not too far from the garbage is very shiny, Mr. Mori suddenly felt that he had condescended to debrief and bandage him with his own hands, and looked at the young man with more kind eyes: "Imai-san, you know it is worth it." How much is a person who dispatches a black lizard from PortMafia usually worth?"
"P...P, P, PortMafia?" Imai hadn't recovered from the shock of "500 million per person, one finger", repeating key words meaninglessly.
Mr. Sen smiled more gently: "Yes, you heard that right, it's PortMafia."
"For you, I had to make an old man run around late at night, and ordered a lady to work overtime temporarily."
"Tsk tsk tsk," he clicked his tongue and kicked the unlucky guy into the abyss: "The most important thing is that I, the wife of the leader of PortMafia, dedicated half an hour to you."
"Do you know how much taxpayers' money will be cost to please move your wife once?"
Masao Imai...has been killed in battle.
Dazai, who was lying on the sofa, pulled out the calculator in his mobile phone and output it crazily. Finally, he came up with a number that satisfied Mr. Mori and put it in front of Imai: "I only calculated an average value, which is very kind."
The kind boy gave a series of almost countless numbers.
"I..." Imai Masao really wanted to say that even if you cut me up and sold me, you wouldn't be able to make up the odds. An innocent businessman."
This sentence made people not know how to say it and began to complain, even Rimbaud couldn't help but look up at someone from the lesson plan.
Mr. Mori, who has a thicker skin than Osamu Dazai, didn't notice it, smiled and said to Imai, who was already vomiting his soul: "I am a reasonable person, Imai-kun. How about this, I will offer you a job, and the salary will be the same. Send the number according to the number. When the value you create is worth this string of numbers, you can come to me to resign at any time, how about it?"
Oh, don't even think about leaving once you're here.
The naive and innocent young man who had no experience in the world was so inexplicably burdened with huge debts, and even more inexplicably went to the sea to become a gangster.
Professor Rimbaud, who had been silent all this time, spoke at this moment: "You are the class representative of the second grade, Imai." After speaking, he glanced at Mori Ogai again: "Don't let me have no class representative available someday!"
"Okay, ma'am. Got it, ma'am. No problem, ma'am." Mr. Sen replied simply and neatly.
The lady is really gentle and protective.
It was too late, Imai stayed overnight on the sofa in the living room of Rimbaud's house, and left the next morning.After returning to the rented apartment and lying down for about two or three hours, there was a rustling sound from the entrance.He boldly stretched his head to look, and the familiar black-haired boy opened his door lock with a wire and was rummaging for slippers in the hallway...
"It's you again!" Grief and indignation are no longer enough to describe his current mood. The uninvited Dazai put the wire back in his pocket as if nothing had happened: "I kindly accepted the job of guiding newcomers. When I leave, remember to call Mr. Dazai."
Imai Masao: I don't need your kindness, so get out!
He seemed to hear the wailing in the heart of the unlucky guy, shrugging his shoulders indifferently: "Don't you wonder why the group of kidnappers targeted you yesterday?"
Logically speaking, for a real ordinary person like Imai Masao, there would be no lawbreakers who would set their sights on him... There is no way to squeeze out the oil and water!If you want less, there is no need to take risks and break the law for such a small amount of money. Is prison food so delicious?
There must be other unknown reasons for this-ordinary people would think so.
Imai Masao hesitated: "Why?"
"Follow me, do as I say, and I'll tell you when I feel better." The boy raised a bright smile and walked outside the door to signal Imai to follow quickly: "Don't make me say it a third time."
"Oh, okay, here we come." Imai Masao put on his shoes, took the key and closed the door very honestly, followed him out of the apartment.
I got on the pirate ship... but I couldn't get off.
The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter
Gentle and kind
—— Mori Ogai
Love life
—— Osamu Dazai
too terrifying
PS, refuse game, start with me, let go of those bat civet pangolins, people can eat them even when they grow up like that!
If you are wild, just get some shepherd's purse and mother-in-law, is it okay?
感谢在2020-02-1217:28:05~2020-02-1310:19:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: the big bean is 1 lentil;
Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: the whole village hopes that Yang Meili has 36 bottles; Dazizi is lentils and beans 22 bottles; small garbage 20 bottles; Cheng Luo 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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