I'm such a big son

Rimbaud took out the "Chateau d'Yquem" donated by Mori Ogai and opened a bottle to invite his colleagues to share. There was also a bottle carefully stuffed into the subspace to carry with him. It seemed that he really liked it.Like an alcoholic who is obsessed with the smell of wine, what she cares about is not the price of this bottle, but its mellow and delicious taste... By the way, this thing is indeed ridiculously expensive, a single bottle is more exaggerated than Petrus, even if Rimbaud only slipped half a bottle out of the sealed royal warehouse during the Paris Commune revolution.

It's a pity that there is only half a bottle, and the rest was snatched up before it was transported halfway from Sauternes to Paris.

"The royal family of country F, where I was born, was finished 80 years ago. It was completely finished. No family that was granted land or noble titles escaped that revolution. From the old man with white hair to the baby who just opened his eyes No one survived." She shrugged her shoulders, gently shook the golden wine in the glass and continued: "Since then, this kind of treasure, which has always been transported only to the royal wine cellar, has really entered the market. It’s probably a good thing for Zhuang, he’s always floating in the sky or something, he has a reputation, and if he can’t make money, he can’t survive.”

"Yes, reputation is important, and survival is more important."

Mr. Mori's purple eyes were also coated with a layer of warm light by this cup of golden liquid. Dazai had already left with Q, and Alice also disappeared. Ms. Momiji said that she was too drunk and was about to leave. The Colonel said that he could go with her.

Only Rimbaud was left in the chief's office.

"Miss Rimbaud, I have a troublesome thing to ask you."

The eyes of the black-haired man unconsciously shifted to the brightly lit night view of the port outside the window. The cruise ship sounded like a shrine and was ready to weigh anchor, and the barge liners, large and small, moved out of the way like envoys of the emperor on a pilgrimage.The deep blue sea and the sky complement each other, and a bright moon hangs in the middle of the sky.

Rimbaud looked out following his line of sight: "You are the boss, and the boss's order is to work, there is no trouble, no trouble, and there is no need to ask."

"If I said that I want you to contribute a subordinate to become the cornerstone of PortMafia's standing, you probably wouldn't be so decisive, huh?"

He tilted his head and smiled, looking unpredictable.

"I can't make decisions about other people's lives."

She picked up the wine glass, there was still a little wine in it, and the aroma lingered.Mori Ogai took advantage of the situation and continued: "You are a killer, Rantang-kun."

"If you don't think you can make decisions about other people's lives, what are those who fall under your hands?"

"You want to discuss philosophical matters with me?"

Rimbaud put down his cup, his foggy eyes finally looked at the leader of PortMafia as he wished: "I can decide where I die, but I can't decide this for my subordinates. Including mission objectives...you should You know, I never target the same person twice, unfortunately no one gets away with the first."

Mori Ogai smiled and sighed softly: "Yes, I know."

"I am not willing to break off the most beautiful and useful knife and choose another one in the middle. This is also human nature."

"Mr. Sen,"

Rimbaud's bright brown eyes reflected the melting moonlight: "You are a rational person, and you already know what to do for the next task. Chess players must be ruthless, and the discarded pieces should not remain on the chessboard. Replacement may be possible, but it will be more costly."

Maybe it was because the moonlight was so bright, Ogai Mori suddenly remembered that Teacher Natsume scolded him for translating homework when he was a student-"Excuse me, are you speaking human language?"

Maybe, Miss Rimbaud is trustworthy, even if... well, there is no "even if".

At this time, don't think about things that make people feel uncomfortable.

"I think, you might know something like 'Ability to Open License'."

He revealed the target, and Rimbaud knew it.

If it was for this, Mori Ogai would probably be willing to risk even himself.

Unlike the "protection contract", that contract is only valid for Mori Ogai alone. As long as he dies, PortMafia may become a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered by the government at any time.

So what if it occupies a port, after all, it cannot be an enemy of national power.

Rimbaud, who had experienced the defeat of the revolution, understood this kind of thing better than anyone else.

But the "Permit to Open with Special Ability" is different. This piece of paper means "Permit to Open", that is, to officially become a partner of the government to share power, and to be completely accepted into the dialogue system and have the right to speak.With it, PortMafia is no longer an underworld organization that will be declared illegal at any time and is at the mercy of others.

It is a normal "enterprise" run by people with supernatural powers and backed by the government.

If you have this license, both the cadres and the members will no longer have to hide in the dark to live.As long as you act cautiously, you can act freely in broad daylight.

No leader with a normal mind could refuse this kind of temptation.

"This is not the ultimate goal, what do you want?"

If one thing is worth sacrificing one's conscience and life, it will definitely not be limited to the survival of a mafia organization.Mori Ogai is a smart man, Rimbaud already knew it.The smarter people think, the more complicated things they think. If Chuya said this, she might believe it, but Mr. Mori... so he must have other goals.

"puff……"

The man sitting at the round table admiring the night laughed softly: "Why does Miss Rimbaud always think that she is not smart? Any other cadre would believe me!"

"..."

Rimbaud was speechless.

Probably because I have been cheated too much, anyone will have a long memory.

"Okay, time is running out, so let's put away the joke. I want this license to open the ability to ensure that if one day I die in a mafia dispute, the PortMafia organization can continue to exist and wait for a new, suitable leader to appear .”

It is because the night in Yokohama is getting more and more beautiful.

The three-moment concept should not only be realized while he is alive, but should continue as far as possible to the future along time.

Of course, there is no need to tell Miss Rimbaud about this.

Mr. Sen was smiling, and Rimbaud had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, in the next second, the dog man rubbed his chin and said to himself: "Dazai and Chuya, no matter who can be an excellent successor, of course, Miss Rimbaud is also very suitable... Ah, which one should I choose? Even I would hesitate!"

"Can't you just change the sheep's wool?"

What are you trying to do by keeping your eyes on my house? !

Her cheeks were puffed up with anger, and her eyes were shining brightly, making people want to reach out and touch them...but they couldn't.

He didn't mind at all giving his brother a few hats, but the fact that he couldn't beat Miss Rimbaud was so frustrating.

Mr. Sen looked at her a few more times regretfully: "So, can't you really discuss and take out one of your subordinates? Maybe it will die, maybe it won't die, I can't guarantee it."

This is probably the most rigorous wording, but Rimbaud expressed his disapproval: "I can't be the leader, I'm soft-hearted."

"The children in my family don't have any ambitions. If the environment allows, they are a bunch of lazy bastards. Don't worry about it. It's impossible."

"However, if it is to open a way for the younger generation to live, I can still do this."

"The drunken boat went down the river, although it always went crookedly, but it still didn't sink to the bottom of the river."

She drank the last sip of wine in the glass: "You don't need to tell me your layout and plan, just tell me the mission goal and the effect you want to achieve."

"The boss's order is work, and the work must be done. You do your duty, and I do mine."

Rimbaud lit a cigarette under the moonlight. It has been a long time since Mr. Fukuzawa confiscated her cigarette case and lighter. This one was just found on Mr. Mori's desk. I don't know. Landed here by some careless fellow.

"I understand what a knife should do."

The white smoke ignited by the tobacco rose densely, dancing various lines in the air and finally dissipated. Rimbaud smoked the cigarette and twisted his neck: "I am going to retire after getting the license to operate with special abilities. Give it up to the newcomer."

Mori Ogai was even more regretful than before: "Without Rantang-kun, the PortMafia building would have become quite lonely."

"Oh, you are not lonely, your Miss Yokohama is always there."

Rimbaud didn't want to talk nonsense with this dog man anymore, he turned his face to look at the bright moon hanging high in the middle of the sea and sky, showing his impatience.

But Ms. Yokohama won't win people's hearts with a frown and a smile like you... Ah, of course it's very touching...

First of all, Mr. Mister got suspiciously caught in his head, and the theater came up with some brainstorming. He got up, put on his coat, and ran to open the office door in a gentlemanly manner: "Let's ignore Miss Yokohama, she's always there anyway. I must send you back now, ma'am."

"Or go to a movie together?"

Rimbaud glanced at him with a smile: "What are you looking at?"

The guard standing outside guarding the door was already dumbfounded. What is the boss talking about?Isn’t Mr. Lan Tang a man? Everyone has put a lot of wives in the small gamble, and promised to make a lot of money at the annual meeting at the end of the year... Forget it, let’s keep this secret and open a trumpet to play secretly on the other side Make a bet, in short, you won't lose too badly.

etc!Is your focus a bit strange?Mr. Mori asked someone to watch a movie, you guys still care about your wife Ben? !

At this point in time, lonely men and widows... Although watching a movie is a relatively old-fashioned invitation, it is also the method with the lowest miss rate. Even if the pursuit fails, you can still choose the next best thing...

As expected of you, Mr. Mori!

"Ah... If you don't tell me, I'd have forgotten that you can still go to the movies with your lover!"

Rimbaud hit his palm with a fist: "Thank you! But I'll save it for today, and I don't need to trouble you, BOSS, to take me home."

She raised her eyebrows and shook her phone with a smile: "I just had a boyfriend a few days ago, you forgot?"

Mori Ogai: "..." Damn it!

The guard outside the door: "..."

Will we live to see the sun rise tomorrow?