They all think I'm a boss

Mr. Nakahara, who owns more than a dozen properties in the Yokohama CBD and can rely on rent collection to enjoy his old age after retirement, is probably the first time he has heard the words "you are poor" from others.

It was the first time someone called him a minor, the first time he was called cute, and this was the first time he was called poor. This was the third time.

Mr. Nakahara looked at the man opposite.

How many "first times" do you have that I don't know?

……

"If you can't pay the money, sell yourself to pay the debt."

Fujikawa looked at the orange-haired young man opposite, and said coolly.

"From tomorrow, I will come to Honmaru Café to work part-time."

Toki Fujikawa actually wanted to sell the person directly, which was the quickest and most convenient way to get money, but considering the attitude of those traffickers before, this guy couldn't be sold even at a big discount, so Fujikawa could only let him sell his own labor force.

Poor to poor, the money that should be repaid cannot be less.

Before Mr. Nakahara protested, Toki Fujikawa beckoned to Hasebe at the side and asked him to tell the new employee who was about to start the job the benefits of the cafe.

"My lord, do you really want this guy of unknown origin to work here?"

Hasebe's face was full of disapproval, "What if he is an undercover agent sent by the enemy?"

After underage, cute, wild man, and poor, Mr. Zhongyuan was once again assigned the identity of undercover agent.

"will not."

Fujikawa disapproved, "We run a coffee shop, not a winery, and we don't have so many undercover agents."

Hasebe: "???"

Does this have something to do with what store we open?

Although Hasebe still has some concerns in his heart, but seeing that his master is so persistent, he can only list the salary and benefits of the coffee shop employees one by one according to Fujikawa Toki's request, but before that He didn't forget to throw a sharp eye at Mr. Zhongyuan.

When he heard that the employees of the Honmaru Cafe had nine to five mornings, five days off and two days off, and two staff trips a year, with food, lodging, clothing, and wine included, Mr. Zhongyuan refused to be forced by him. Shengsheng swallowed it back.

Mom / my heart suddenly moved...

Mr. Zhong Yuan, who is basically open all year round and has to go on business trips from time to time, was a little moved when he heard such a generous welfare package.

However, the heart is moved, as the last conscience of the port gangster/hand/party, Mr. Zhongyuan finally resisted these temptations with his amazing willpower, and said a word of procrastination to the opposite Fujikawa Toki.

It is impossible to work part-time, and it is impossible to work part-time in this life. Isn’t he a Hong Kong gangster cadre?

"It's not up to you."

Fujikawa glanced at him indifferently, "If you can't pay, you can pay with your body."

Fujikawa Toki's original intention was to let him sell his labor force or beauty to attract customers. Although this Mr. Nakahara is not popular with human traffickers for some reason, his appearance definitely suits the appetite of those young customers, so let him betray him when the time comes Beauty comes to earn traffic for the cafe.

A sentence that was originally quite serious, but for some reason it suddenly changed in the ears of other people.

Mr. Nakahara, who was the person involved, took a few steps back and stared at Fujikawa opposite him with a perverted look. The sword spirits who were watching were stunned when they heard this sentence, and then became murderous. He stared at the orange-haired young man.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a chill down his back for no reason.

"I'm not interested in that."

Resisting the urge to throw a gravitational bomb at the man's face, Mr. Zhongyuan gritted his teeth and said this sentence.

"Then I can only tie you up."

Fujikawa Toki responded quietly.

What Fujikawa meant was that if he dared to resist, he would be knocked out and tied at the entrance of the coffee shop as a living sign.

One of Fujikawa Toki's life creeds: If you can't reach a consensus, then make a consensus.

Mr. Zhongyuan and the other knives obviously misinterpreted his words again, and automatically made up a harmonious scene in their minds that would be locked immediately after writing.

"Is the master interested in that?"

The tortoise shell on the side pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose, "Then why was he thrown out by the lord when I entered the room last time?"

What responded to him was the friendly eyes of the other knives. It is expected that in the next few days, this young man with pink hair and knives will be seen in the hands-on room.

On the other side, in order to maintain his dignity and chastity, Mr. Zhongyuan [? ], finally took the shot unbearably, the black gravitational bomb went straight to Fujikawa Toki's face, Fujikawa Toki tilted his head and dodged it, but suddenly there was a loud bang behind him, Fujikawa Toki turned his head and saw It was a half-destroyed corridor.

Luckily, the knives were all gathered around the yard to watch the excitement, and there was no one in the corridor, and they also escaped unharmed by eating melons.

"2000."

Fujikawa silently raised his right hand, raised his index finger and middle finger towards the orange-haired young man opposite him, and made a "2", "You have to work for me for the rest of your life."

What responded to Fujikawa was the bondage of gravity plus a pitch-black gravitational bomb. An invisible force forced his body to sink uncontrollably, and the pitch-black gravitational bomb hit his face.

"4000 million, doubled."

Fujikawa looked down at the collapsed ground under his feet, a gloomy coolness flashed in his dark eyes.

"Let you continue to destroy like this, and you will not be clear in your next life."

Just as Mr. Zhongyuan wanted to say that he has plenty of money and doesn’t need to worry about compensation, he saw that the person bound by his gravity just now was walking towards him step by step, as if he was completely unaffected by his ability.

"how is this possible……"

A flash of astonishment flashed across Mr. Zhongyuan's face. The other party was clearly restrained by him with gravity, why could he still move?

Just when he was in a daze for a while, that white figure appeared in front of him...

then……

Then there is no more...

One second before losing consciousness, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw a pair of dark eyes through the white fox mask, like an ancient well that has been silent for thousands of years, mysterious and deep, but full of intractable coldness .