They all think I'm a boss

"dollars" was originally just an online community on a webpage. Later, with the increasing number of users, "dollars" also launched an app suitable for smart phones.

Of course, the original web version can continue to be used, but in this era of rampant smartphones, the latter is obviously more popular.

When Fujikawa entered a series of account passwords in the blank box, the phone screen suddenly went black, and after two seconds, it automatically jumped to an interface similar to a chat room.

The background of the chat room is pure black, and the avatars of users are also the system defaults. This time is just a break time, and there are many active users in the chat room.

[System prompt: ——Samsara has entered the chat room]

The people in the chat room were having a lively chat about a certain topic. When they saw this system prompt, they immediately stopped the discussion on the topic and turned to welcome.

[Taro Tanaka]: Ah, Mr. Samsara, long time no see!

[Bajula]: I read that right!Samsara is online?Return of the Missing Persons! ! ! ! ! !

[Seton]: Oh, reincarnation, long time no see.

[Gan Le]: Ah, Samsara Sauce finally remembered the account password?How is your new home?Are you used to it?

When Fujikawa saw this id, he raised his eyebrows and tapped a few times on the phone screen.

[Reincarnation]: Yes.

Whether it's the "dollars" app or his current user account, they were all downloaded and registered by the information dealer who lives in Shinjuku half-Amway and half-coaxed him to download and register, even the id name "Samsara" is also Orihara Rin Self-talking to help him get it.

"Time itself is a process of continuous reincarnation."

A certain information dealer, who is still old but still undiminished, explained the meaning of the name to him with an inscrutable expression on his face.

"Otherwise, it's fine to use 'izaya(^3^)love～'."

The handsome black-haired young man smiled maliciously.

Toki Fujikawa decisively chose the former.

So his id in the chat room was set as "Reincarnation".

Fujikawa Toki seldom bubbles up in the chat room, so every time he appears, the topic of the chat room always turns to guessing when he will be online next time.

But this time, [Gan Le] brought another topic to the people in the chat room.

[Gan Le]: Still as indifferent as ever, really, such indifference will not make women popular~

[Taro Tanaka]: Huh?Has Mr. Samsara moved?

[Gan Le]: That's right!Moved to Yokohama!It was introduced by someone~

[Reincarnation]: Yes.

[Bajula]: Hoho, Yokohama is a good place, it’s also close to Tokyo, and there’s Chinatown!Xiaolongbao!Barbecued pork buns!Mapo tofu!Twice cooked pork! 【Saliva.jpg】

[Taro Tanaka]: Bajura, please restrain yourself...

[Seton]: Speaking of Chinatown, I went there last time with my wife. My wife said that the fried dumplings at Manxianglou are delicious. If you haven’t tried them in Samsara, you can try them.

[Reincarnation]: Good.

[Baqiula]: Ah, speaking of it, I remember that Yokohama was not very peaceful either.

【Seton】: Can there be chaos on the streets of Ikebukuro in Tokyo if it is not peaceful? 【laugh】

[Bajula]: It's hard to say, I remember there seems to be an organization called "Port Black/Hand/Party", which is very difficult to mess with.

[Taro Tanaka]: Huh? !mafia? !

[Seton] Hey, what's that?very scary? ! 【stay】

[Baqiula]: I heard that the black/hand/party will inflict capital punishment on enemies and traitors. First, crush their mandibles, and then shoot them three times. It’s great that I don’t live in Yokohama [Surther] trembling】

[Seton]: Wow, the mandible sounds like it hurts...

[Gan Le]: Ah, I think they are a group of very cute people [laughs], what do you think, Samsara Sauce~~~

Thinking of the benefits brought to the coffee shop by those gangsters/hands/parties that he packaged and sold these days, Fujikawa nodded through the phone screen.

[Reincarnation]: Yes.

Really lovely people.

[Gan Le]: But it sounds like a local organization in Yokohama like the Port Mafia/Hand/Party. In fact, as long as they don’t do things that harm their interests, there is nothing to be afraid of~ The real scary ones are those who hide behind the scenes and manipulate everything Where are the mice in the gutter~

[Bajula]: A mouse?What mouse?

【Taro Tanaka】: Are there many rats in Yokohama? 【stay】

[Seton]: Huh?mouse? !don't want!very scary!No no no!Mice absolutely not!

Based on Fujikawa Toki's understanding of Orihara Rinya, there is definitely something else hidden in this guy's words, but he never likes to complicate simple issues, as long as the "mouse" in Orihara Rinya's mouth does not harm For his interests, he didn't bother to go to the bottom of the ground to inquire.

Familiar drowsiness began to come to mind, Fujikawa Toki yawned, and was just about to exit the chat room and turn off his phone to sleep, when a bright system prompt popped up suddenly.

[System prompt: - Shuji Tsushima has entered the chat room]

[Taro Tanaka]: Ah, Mr. Tsushima, good evening.

[Bajula]: Small! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !Tianjin! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

[Seton]: Good evening.

[Gan Le]: Ah, Xiao Xiuzhi, good evening~

[Shuji Tsushima]: Good evening, everyone~

【Shuji Tsushima】: Today's topic is rats?Ha...Actually, I've been worrying about how to get rid of the annoying rats that appear around me recently...

[Shuji Tsushima]: Wait... the missing person's reincarnation is also there? ! ! !What did I miss? ! ! !

[Taro Tanaka]: We were just discussing Mr. Samsara's move to Yokohama.

[Shuji Tsushima]:? ! ! ! ! !Yokohama? ! ! ! !

[Bajula]: Ozu, what's wrong with you?

[Shuji Tsushima]: It’s okay, it’s just a coincidence~~~~

[Seton]: What a coincidence?

[Shuji Tsushima]: Huh?I didn’t tell you, I live in Yokohama~~~~

[Taro Tanaka]: Huh?Mr. Tsushima, aren't you from Tokyo?

【Shuji Tsushima】: No, I have always lived in Yokohama~~~~

[Shuji Tsushima]: So little reincarnation, shall we have a face-to-face meeting~~~~~~

Fujikawa Shi was hurt by the row of ecstasy tildes on the chat interface, and before he could type a reply, a yellow private chat interface suddenly popped up.

[Gan Le]: Well, I advise you that it's better not to have anything to do with that guy.

[Gan Le]: That guy who must pass is not a kind person.

Fujikawa raised his eyebrows, and directly closed the private chat interface, and during the period when Orihara Rin also sent him a private message, the public chat room was almost about to be "asked for a face ~~~~" by [Shuji Tsushima] It filled the screen.

Fujikawa put down the half-wet hair towel in his hand, held the phone with both hands, tapped the screen a few times, and clicked send neatly.

[Reincarnation]: No appointment.

[System prompt: ——Samsara has left the chat room]

……

In an old apartment somewhere in Yokohama, a black-haired young man was lying on the tatami in his clothes, holding up an old-fashioned flip phone with both hands, typing quickly on the keyboard of the mobile phone, before he could finish editing After the content is sent out, a system prompt pops up.

[System prompt: ——Samsara has left the chat room]

"Ah la la, I was rejected..."

The young man turned over and sat up directly from the tatami. The faint light from the phone screen was reflected in the iris-colored eyes, outlining the harmless and handsome profile of this man.

"Then what should we do next..."

……