Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

"PortMafia will provide dormitories for employees, and the rent and procedures are much lower than the market price. You were recruited by the leader himself, and you will definitely be assigned a room with better conditions. But how good is it? It depends on what kind of value you can embody."

Dazai led Imai out of the apartment building he was renting, and expressed his uneasy concern about the door lock installed here: "It opened without even using it for three seconds, and there is no sense of security at all!"

"It's obviously you who opened it! Don't be like a scumbag complaining that the victim is too fragile!"

Imai Masao couldn't bear it anymore, and took the first step to become a Tucao slave.Dazai turned around and looked at him in surprise: "Are you short-sighted?"

"what?"

The unlucky guy didn't realize what he meant by asking this, and Dazai didn't care what other people's reactions were, so he put his hands together and jumped up on the spot: "I suggest you get a pair of glasses, you must have glasses, otherwise it will feel a little less What."

"I'm not short-sighted! And don't think I don't know the new memes..."

Osamu Dazai: Sure enough, only those who can complain are fun!

……

"Boss, the report is already on your desk." Mr. Guangjin worked hard, even if he went out temporarily last night, he still showed up at work on time the next day.Mr. Sen said that he appreciates such employees, even if he has reached the age of retirement, he is reluctant to let him leave...

Standing at the table, he picked up the materials about Masao Imai and browsed quickly, threw it on the table and changed another torture statement and asked, "What does Mr. Hirotsu think about this guy who is about to join us?" young people."

"BOSS," the old man bowed his lower body slightly: "It looks like a very lively kid."

Ordinary, full of vigor, although there are various innocuous minor problems, overall it does not seem to be useless.

"Boss, what do you mean?" The kid wasn't annoying, but he couldn't see anything special about him for a while, and PortMafia wasn't a place where anyone could live.

"Well, I haven't made up my mind yet, but this is an interesting young man. Mr. Hirotsu, what do you think if I hand him over to you first?" Mr. Mori played the torture report and felt that Imai's luck was indeed a bit unlucky good.

Guangjin Liulang just wanted to say that Lao Tzu is not a childcare worker, but finally held back: "I will follow your orders."

Mr. Sen smiled very mysteriously: "Maybe you don't understand it now, but if this young man can really do that, you will understand in due time. As the leader, I will not use this identity to invite others to join PortMafia at will, it must be Young people who have exceptional talent in some way can be honored with this honor."

"In all fairness, even if Imai-kun is Madam's student, there are other ways to arrange him. I have enough reasons to invite a layman so solemnly."

"Ordinary people have no limits, Mr. Hirotsu. Ordinary people who have broken the so-called limit can go further and more steadily than any genius. Let us wait and see."

With this endorsement, Hirotsu Liulang's attitude really changed. He solemnly glanced at Masao Imai's information, and silently raised the evaluation of this "relationship household" in his heart.

Well, it turned out that he was not recruited to sweep the floor, maybe he will be a young and promising cadre in the future...

As he thought about it, Imai Masao, who was looking at the photo with his probing eyes, and the two teenagers found a lottery sales point and walked in. They only cast one bet at a time, and cast casually.

They first tested Zhongyuan Zhongya's luck today, and the five lottery tickets won the prize, which explained everything.

Then came the occasion of Masao Imai.

This guy is really unexpected... The physique of a non-chieftain.Whether it was drawn by him himself, or drawn by him and handed over to Zhongyuan Zhongya for the lottery, or Zhongyuan Zhongya drew out and handed over to Imai for the lottery, as long as the lottery ticket is touched by Imai, it will definitely miss the prize.

Osamu Dazai found this guy more and more interesting, secretly stretched out his hand to pinch his hair and tried it again, all blanks, even the consolation prize was perfectly missed.He put down his hand and asked Zhong Ye to buy a lottery ticket again and open it himself, and there were five small prizes in a row.

It seems that it has nothing to do with supernatural powers, Masao Imai is born this way.

This kind of physique is the ultimate king in the casino. As long as the God of Fortune does not come to the scene, I am afraid that no one can save the money bags of the gamblers.

"Okay, you can go back and write the report." He patted Imai on the shoulder and pushed him towards the car parked on the side of the road with one hand: "Come on, after you meet other colleagues, you can go back to organize your things and ask someone to help you." You move, and someone takes care of your current rented apartment.”

The unlucky guy who didn't understand what was going on took a few steps forward with his strength, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't fulfilled the promise he made to himself. The black-haired boy gave the answer again before he opened his mouth to ask: "Wait a minute I'll tell you why when I get out of the building."

He opened the car door and sat in the back seat, then stuck his head out and said to the thoughtful honest man: "I don't know how to read minds."

"Drink!" Imai was taken aback by him, and Zhong, who followed behind, also covered his forehead and sighed: "Oh..."

very pitiful.

The three were sent back to the headquarters building at the port by the driver, and many offices under PortMafia were also located in these five buildings.Imai thought that he would be sent to the bottom floor or a workplace where civil servants should stay, but he was caught in the middle and brought directly into the main building guarded by armed bodyguards.

"Relax, didn't you meet Mr. Mori at home yesterday? Hey, he took care of your wound for you. What are you afraid of?" Zhong also couldn't understand why Imai suddenly trembled like a tree blown by the wind in autumn Shao Huangye, it’s okay if he doesn’t say it, but Imai’s shaking became worse when he said that the leader of PortMafia personally helped him apply medicine and wrap him in a bandage. !

He pitifully looked at Osamu Dazai on the other side, who looked ahead and said something that immediately refreshed him.

——"Let me talk about why you were targeted by the kidnapping group...Of course I accidentally saw you being sent out of this building with your head down. Probably because your expression was too depressed, and those The people who owed huge debts and tried to escape and were caught were exactly the same. The person who planned the kidnapping felt that you were rich and could be easily squeezed out, so they randomly chose you as the target..."

"Those people are still in the dungeon. Pretending to be PortMafia is not something that can be easily forgiven." As he spoke, he showed a pure black smile, and Imai spat out the spit on the edge of his mouth, muttering a swallow hidden from his heart Going back——Who was the first to tie me in?

Although this guy is the culprit of everything, but... just... don't say anything.It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive!

He doesn't want to die at all now, even if Professor Rimbaud really made him drop out of school—thanks to PortMafia, my suicidal tendencies have been completely cured!

Dazai directly brought Imai to the territory of the Black Lizard. Of course, Mr. Mori will not meet this person again in a short time. At present, only Mr. Hirotsu is suitable to take over the education of novices.

——Ozaki Koyo can also lead newcomers, but unfortunately Imai doesn't have the string of intelligence, and he can't do simple violent torture, so don't send it to make the young lady unhappy for nothing.

"Mr. Hirotsu, I brought your student!" He greeted the old man cheerfully, Masao Imai walked up to him, and then he realized what he should do after being reminded by Zhongya poking his finger.

"Hi, my name is Imai Masao, this is the first time we meet, please take care of me."

Guangjin Liulang glanced at the young man in front of him, gave a faint "hmm", and nodded, showing the old man's reserve to the fullest: "Imai-kun, please go to the logistics to check the location of the dormitory. From now on, except for classes, other time slots Be careful to keep your cell phone unblocked.”

PortMafia is a serious port logistics and security company. It also has many offices serving the public. It pays taxes and benefits according to regulations and never defaults. In a sense, it can be regarded as a star enterprise in Yokohama.It is difficult for ordinary people to go through the normal school recruitment process to pass the review. Many students from ordinary colleges have sharpened their heads and want to come in to apply.

That's why Imai gave in so easily.

To be honest, the academic status of the National University of Yokohama is not low in the academic world. I was able to get into this school with my own ability and my luck was zero, and I was able to survive the first grade under the hands of Professor Rimbaud without crying. Changing majors... Imai Masao's real level is not as low as he imagined - otherwise, Mr. Mori would dare to let him clean the toilet.

It would be better if you don't play with your phone in class...

Guangjin Liulang looked at the young man thoroughly, and called a subordinate to lead him to the logistics. Dazai was not interested in the following things, so he took the opportunity to slip away and ran out without knowing what to do—what?You said work report?Aren't there slugs and that hapless guy?Whoever writes it is the same!

Imai Masao tremblingly followed a burly man in a black suit and sunglasses on the elevator and walked down again. He was huddled in fear for fear of being offended and beaten, when he saw the PortMafia militant faction member who was walking in front of him walk around the corner and turn around gracefully... …turned too early and bumped his head against the wall, and the sunglasses fell straight from his face to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Mo, the sunglasses are blocking it, so I can't see clearly..." The other party explained in frustration, even his hair drooped down like ears, and his fierce demeanor immediately became fierce and cute.

So why do you even wear sunglasses in the office building!The corridors are still decorated in dark colors, why?Is it to better create a psychological shadow on others and scare them!

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Many years later, Mr. Imai lit a cigarette and sighed: "This story starts from that class..."