In order to survive, I do many jobs

I am Anhe Qianye, starting my working career in the port mafia today.

Facing my first job, I am full of energy!

Impower!

Maybe it was because I was young and still in school, and my parents died, which made the misery even worse. Mr. Hirotsu used his connections to arrange me into a rather leisurely clerical job.

He is such a good man.

My boss was Yasugo Sakaguchi, an intelligence agent for the Port Mafia, and the second I saw him, I smiled.

Such a big, so hot Erwuzai Halo, Supernatural Secret Service Division, I really have you.

I'm afraid my father just came to cover this intelligence officer. I said he is an undercover agent, what kind of radical militant faction is he?

Fate made me meet Mr. Ango. He looked at me with complicated eyes, maybe he thought of his sacrificed teammates, and my eyes were hot, because I proved a magical law!

The ultimate law of Erwuzi: Erwuzi will attract each other, just like a stand-in messenger——

That's enough, stop playing with this meme, Mr. Ango is my immediate boss!It's the man in charge of my salary!

Respectable (serious face).

[Cub, look, does he look like your main task progress bar? 】The system is pure and kind, 【Joining the port mafia is only the first step, how many days will your life last?Hurry up, this is a good opportunity to boost your speed! 】

Propulsion?Oh, yes, my ultimate mission is to become the king of the sea, ah no, it is to become the king of [-]-year-olds with multiple wages.

[Join the Supernatural Secret Service Division and start your new branch! 】The system father encouraged me, 【For your own father's sake, he will take the initiative to recruit you. 】

No, don't act too hastily now, but pay attention to sustainable development.

I rejected the proposal of the father of the system, said hello to my immediate boss honestly, and got a thick stack of documents from him.

"Your task today is to organize them in chronological order, no problem?"

Mr. Ango asked me with implied concern. Considering my emotions as I had just lost my parents, I guess I would be praised by him if I could finish half of the finishing work.

But with great ambitions, I will not stop here. I will prove to everyone who pays me that I am an excellent subordinate. Please give me a salary increase.

"No problem Mr. Ango, I promise to complete the task." I solemnly saluted a nondescript military salute, turned over the thick paper calmly and solemnly, and treated my work with the sacred attitude of treating imperial gifts.

Mr. Anwu watched me for a while, and saw my calmness and reliability with discerning eyes. He returned to his desk and started his never-ending work.

Not going to get off work means not going to work. ——By Sakaguchi Ango

The strong smell of coffee filled the whole office. Mr. Ango told me that there is no limit to the amount of coffee, he is so kind.

Although I hate bitter drinks, the aroma of coffee confuses my nerves. When I came back to my senses, I added three cubes of sugar and three spoons of creamer to the cup, and successfully made a cup of sweet and greasy. drinks.

"Don't add too much sugar, it will cause tooth decay." Mr. Ango kindly reminded me.

I looked at his abyss-like pure black coffee and shook my head silently.

I can't, I can't.

I was chatting with the system dad while I was working. It just sneaked into the internal forum of Hong Kong and Hei, and found out a lot of gossip for me.

For example, "This Week's Unyielding Mr. Chuya", I flipped through it with great interest, and was deeply attracted by the content. The embarrassment of Master Chuya Zhongyuan is simply the source of happiness for Hong Kong blacks. The author is really a talent. I took a closer look:

Oh, it is Dazai Osamu's masterpiece!

As expected of him!The youngest cadre of the Port Mafia!I admire it.

"Hey—the boss is actually a young girl! The hunting scope is under 12 years old... I am 15 years old, safe." Good, good.

You Hong Kong gangsters like gossip so much, I am happily browsing the crystallization of the wisdom of the people while making complaints.

"What? Mr. Anwu turned out to be a social animal of 007! The salary is still so low..." I was overwhelmed. It doesn't work.

A beautiful girl's hair must not be missing!

[Yeah, cub, the hounds are better than this, but they seem to have high physical requirements. 】

As soon as this remark came out, my system father and I were silent together.

Although I have a beautiful woman named Yukimura Seiichi at the same table, and due to various chances, I have been at the same table with him eighteen times in three years, and because of this, I became a thorn in the side of his support team and was bullied by the campus...

[?who!Who dares to bully my cub! 】The system was furious,【Dad is going to kill her!Let her be ruined! 】

"Ah, I didn't suffer." I said kindly, "She threw away my schoolbag, slandered me for cheating on the exam, and tried to splash paint on me, so I pushed her head into the school fountain inside."

"Gulu Gulu struggled for a long time, like a tortoise, quite funny." I remembered the scene at that time, and smiled with my eyes bent, "Anyway, I was also a child who grew up in a mafia family. Save face."

The mafia is an organization that kills people for the sake of face.

"But I'm a good boy. She apologized to me, and I didn't pursue it anymore." I recalled, "She changed schools later? Yukimura-kun knew about it somehow, and came here to apologize to me. Also It's not his fault, it's celebrity troubles."

Going back to the beginning, although I have a tablemate with the head of the tennis department, and Yukimura took me to do a lot of training, but my physical fitness...is just a little better than ordinary girls, compared with "Hound Dog" , is really not qualified.

"I'm good at cooking." I was suddenly depressed, I was 15 years old, people might have saved the world when they were 15 years old, and I was still an unknown [-]-year-old boy.

No, I just joined the port mafia and I can't even be called a [-] boy!

a bolt from the blue.

I'm gone, nomoreme.

[Don't be depressed, my cub! 】The father of the system encouraged me warmly, 【There will be, there will be cars and house tickets, you are a rich woman who wants to become the king of the second and fifth children, how can you easily deny yourself. 】

That's right, I am full of strength again after being encouraged! Impower!

"For the time being, exclude the supernatural secret service department, I can't become a social animal at a young age." I shuddered and asked the almighty system father for help:

"Tong, my dear Tong, is there any job that does not require baldness and can improve ability? Is there such a fairy organization?"

When I said this, I felt that I was shameless and the society was sinister. How could there be a charitable organization that would provide me with a job?

【Of course there is! 】The system father proudly patted his non-existent belly, 【Your father and I are omnipotent. 】

Me: star eyes.

I happily praised my system father, and together we happily opened the information of "Fairy Organization".

The four big characters "Black Organization" hit my head, and a big red bag came out.

"My Tong, are you playing with me?" I asked calmly, showing a kind smile, exactly the same expression as when I pushed the bully girl into the water.

【My son, trust me, this organization of immortals is the only one. 】The system is not in a hurry, 【Please listen to me carefully—】

(The sound of bamboo boards should be inserted here.)

【Cub, do you still remember your mother?She has a man who she has loved deeply for many years but has been unable to ask for. That man is called Gin Jiu, and he is the number one killer of the Black Organization. 】

"I remember." I nodded vigorously. My mother had been tirelessly attacking him for several years, and she didn't even get a good person card. Countless confessions were rejected mercilessly.

For this reason, my mother was sad for a long time, and during that time, she was not active in acting with my father.

I still have some regrets that the little theater of forced love that is staged every day is gone.

[This man named Gin is specialized in firearms. ] The system hehehe, [Cub, you don’t have enough physical strength to make weapons, so it’s good for us to practice guns. 】

Makes sense, now is no longer the world of bare hands, my lord, the times have changed!

"Will he teach me?" I asked a question, the topkiller of the black organization, he was very busy when he heard it.

【Well... although, he will. 】The system used its sophisticated algorithm to analyze it for me for a long time, and I definitely nodded.

I don't believe it, my eyes say so.

I'm not Miss Mary Sue with colorful hair and colorful pupils. How could such a suspicious and difficult man treat me differently.

It is important to have self-knowledge, and I have vicissitudes on my face.

[My algorithm is perfect, cub, trust dad. ] Seeing that I didn't believe it, the system began to give me a detailed analysis:

[First of all, your mother has a code name, right? 】The system told me,【A member with a code name in the black organization is equal to being recognized by the organization, and the status is not low.Your mother is supposed to be the highest ranking member of the winery's undercover port mafia. 】

Is it that great?Great, my mom.

In comparison, my dad is subtly weak, completely cannon fodder.

[Because compared to the Fighting School, the Brain School generally has a higher status. 】The system took it for granted,【Your mother said she was a civilian, but also an intelligence officer. 】

[After your mother passed away, the black organization cut off half of the line to Hong Kong black, but you happened to join Hong Kong black, which is a good opportunity for them. 】

That's right, the organization in black didn't know that my father was a member of the Supernatural Secret Service. They probably guessed that my mother had brainwashed me since I was a child, and the possibility of being loyal to them was very high.

The power of the port mafia is getting stronger and stronger, how can they be at ease if they are worried about inserting their own people.

I'm just 15 years old and the daughter of the original member.

As for how to gain their trust, heh heh heh, the wisdom of my second-five-year-old king is unmatched, so bow down at my feet, Gin!

It's up to you!Let's go, superpower [Schrödinger's [-] Boys]!

[Wake up, cub, intracranial orgasm is just ego masturbation. ] The system hit me mercilessly like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

[You need to create opportunities for yourself, let the winery take the initiative to approach you, and design a beautiful encounter destined to be in your dream. 】The system clenched its fists to cheer me up,【Take down that man your mother can't handle!Duck, my cub! 】

Yes, I need a foolproof and comprehensive plan.

You think, a winery winery, it sells alcohol, right?

"Yoxi, let's go to the bar to find a part-time job after get off work today." I am very motivated, and I can also subsidize my family. I haven't bought the new issue of Boy Jump yet. I am such a clever little ghost.

Reporting that the world's Erwuzi is a beautiful fantasy of a family, I stopped Mr. Anwu before I got off work and asked him if he had a reliable part-time job in a bar that he could give me.

Seeing that I am a cute and beautiful girl, Mr. Ango thought for a moment, and then took me to the bar he frequented. It is said that the boss there is very nice and the job is relatively leisurely, but the part-time salary is not high.

My goal is just to get on line with the winery, I don't care about the salary, woo woo, can you really give me more? woo woo.

"I often come here with my friends," Ango-san told me, "If Dazai makes some weird requests, don't bother them."

What?Is, is it Osamu Dazai, the author of "Chuya-kun who refuses to admit defeat this week"?

God, if he hadn't joined the mafia, he would have become a great writer!

With great expectations for my beloved author, I pushed open the door of Lupine's bar.

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Qianye: Dazai Osamu... this name sounds very literary!Does it produce food?

Zai: Slowly make a question mark