In order to survive, I do many jobs

"Qianye-chan, it's just a name, why can't you say it?" Osamu Dazai said nonsense, "I won't laugh at you, absolutely not!"

"No, just don't, there is no reason." I refused coldly.

No matter how hard Dazai is, I will not let go.I must let him know that the dignity of a young girl cannot be tarnished.

There is a kind of death called social death.Someone was alive, but she was dead, and her shame would not allow her to live.

"I can't sleep tonight, it's all Qianye's fault!" Osamu Dazai began to make trouble out of no reason, drank half a bottle of beer and went berserk, his kite-colored eyes gleamed faintly.

Osamu Dazai launched a skill beauty crit!

I appreciating the beauty calmly, with no waves in my heart, my face full of disillusionment, and I worship the Buddha devoutly.

You make trouble, see if I ignore you, who is not a baby anymore.

"Odasaku, look at Qianye is too much!" Osamu Dazai saw that I didn't want to play with him, so he stretched out his claws to friends of the Buddhist family, and began to harm Mr. Odasaku again.

"It's you, Dazai, who obviously went too far." Mr. Odasaku said logically, and I nodded frantically.

Look, justice is at your fingertips, don't confuse black and white.

"Even Oda Saku didn't help me! It's too much!" Osamu Dazai was angry, and he was about to make a fuss.

"Mature, Dazai, Qianye is just a child." Mr. Odasaku said earnestly, "If you do this, her rebellious period will come sooner."

I... have said that I don't have a rebellious period!You two are enough, Osamu Dazai is only three years older than me, don't educate me in an elder tone.

I was so angry that I snatched the chicken wings from Osamu Dazai's bowl.

I won't give you food!

Wait, it suddenly occurred to me that Dazai Osamu this year...he is the age of youth and rebellion!

The case has been solved, you can see that he is unreasonably making trouble, he is not mature and stable at all, it really is the rebellious period, and he needs to be re-educated by the head teacher.

Suddenly he felt that he could be forgiven. A reliable detective doesn't care about the second illness.

After figuring it out, I picked up the Sprite tons and tons with a chic posture.

Drink the sweetest soda, be the prettiest boy, I am me, a firework of different colors.

After eating the barbecue, we went back to our respective homes. Mr. Odasaku's car was not easy to drive into the trail, so Mr. Dazai and I got out of the car early and walked home.

"My head hurts." Osamu Dazai clenched his fist with his right hand, rubbed his forehead, and muttered twice, like a cute and coquettish meow, the stupid Twolegs couldn't resist the cute crit.

But smart I can, I won't be shown

blinded.

"It's just half a bottle of beer. The alcohol content that even Mr. Nakaya can't down will not affect Mr. Dazai at all." I showed a look of contempt. will be cheated.

Recalling the chicken-and-egg reception, the tragedy at the scene is still vivid.

On the surface, the Port Mafia wears the skin of a company, so it naturally has a unique corporate culture, and will also hold activities such as year-end parties, quarterly receptions, and holiday parties.

When it comes to the Mafia, many people have the impression of guns, alcohol, cigarettes, motorcycles and beauties, but Hong Kong is a serious mafia organization, and all staff gatherings are no different from ordinary companies, except that they pay extra attention to wine culture.

As for smoking... Because Alice of the leader's house looks very young, Mr. Mori said "you have the heart to let young girls inhale second-hand smoke? You beasts" as an excuse. Although smoking is not prohibited, it is not promote.

So the big head is still wine, there are countless good wines, and Mr. Nakaya's favorite red wine is also quite a lot, which is enough for him to drink to his heart's content.

The gathering was very harmonious at the beginning, everyone was very reserved, civilized, polite, kind, respecting the old and loving the young.

The cleaning aunt who was mopping the floor almost forgot for a moment that this was a gang of mafia gangs. They were all gentlemen and very particular.

Suddenly, a burst of dramatic singing shattered the tranquility and attracted everyone's attention.

On the most conspicuous stage in the hotel lobby, Mr. Nakaya threw off his coat smartly, snatched the mop from the cleaning lady who was passing by, and sang loudly as a microphone.

The wild cobalt blue eyes are unrestrained, the handsome face is stained with blush, the singing is as loud as a folk song, the smokey voice is mixed with electronic music, and the fashion value is overwhelming. I can't help applauding in the audience.

Yokohama singer Chuya Nakahara makes her debut today!

The cleaning aunt who passed by innocently lost the equipment she had in hand and left angrily. I made way for the amazing aunt and continued to applaud and cheer.

"Mr. Chuya, do another song!" I spread my hands in the shape of a trumpet and encouraged loudly, "Mr. Chuya, you are the best!"

"Central Plains cadres, come on!" "I love you, Mr. Chuya!" "Come on, Mr. Chuya!"

The audience cheered one after another, and under my leadership, the waves of voices continued one after another. The Hong Kong Black Cocktail Party officially became Mr. Chuya’s debut concert, and his fans screamed and shouted desperately.

"...It's really lively." Mr. Mori was holding the wine glass, and his ears hurt from the sound waves. "Who turned on the stereo?"

"What's wrong, it's so rare

prosper. Sister Hongye covered her mouth and chuckled, "I just don't know after Zhongye wakes up..."

—Will he refuse to meet people because his skin is too thin?

"Tell them, no video recording is allowed." Sister Hongye still felt sorry for the children she had taught, and ordered her subordinates to save Chuya some face.

Sister Hongye's hair, naturally no one dares to obey... No, there is one person who dares.

The instigator of all evil, the root of all evils, the Dazai cadre, who got Chuya Nakahara drunk with a few glasses of wine, happily took out his mobile phone and skillfully opened the video.

I was squeezed from the front of the stage to the back by Mr. Nakaya's fans, and I happened to come to Mr. Dazai's side, and saw his malicious smile.

Someone is going to be unlucky, let me see which unlucky person it is...

I poked my head and saw that Mr. Nakaya, who was dancing wildly on the small screen of the mobile phone, was so free, easy, powerful, graceful and moving, which made people unforgettable, showing his perfect flexibility of No. 1 gymnastics.

Look, that lower back!Look, that look back!Look, that turn around!Peerless beauty!

"...Mr. Chuya will cry when he sees this, will he cry?" I muttered to myself, it's too embarrassing, no one can calmly face myself drunk, if I can find a time machine, Mr. It will strangle the self who is letting go of itself now.

No, he might as well have come to strangle Mr. Dazai who dared to videotape.

"Don't tell Chuya, Qianya-chan." Mr. Dazai gave me a sidelong glance, threatening and tempting in the tone of talking to an accomplice, "I can send you a copy of the video."

Ask in good conscience, am I the kind of person who collects embarrassing moments in other people's lives and hahaha?

I'm.

"No problem, Mr. Dazai, no one can pry half a sentence out of my mouth." I solemnly promised, and quickly took out my mobile phone and reported my mailbox number.

This video, together with my family's lock, will become a great family heirloom, handed down from generation to generation, passing on joy and dreams, and sharing the beauty and dreams of life.

I guess that Mr. Chuya's gaffe should be closely related to Mr. Dazai, but I have a question, and I beg Mr. Dazai to clarify it for me.

As we all know, Mr. Dazai and Mr. Nakaya are incompatible. Even at the gatherings of Hong Kong and black people who have to be superficially friendly, they are like the two poles of the earth, standing at the two ends of the diagonal to hate each other.

Mr. Nakaya will not drink the wine toasted by Mr. Dazai at all, and Mr. Dazai has no reason to toast Mr. Nakaya at all.

Mr. Nakaya, who knows that he has a poor drinking capacity and is prone to drinking madness, will definitely pay attention to propriety in large-scale occasions, and will never do embarrassing things that the people love to see.

How did those spirits with excessive alcohol content enter Mr. Chuya's mouth?So curious.

"It's just to solve the brainless dwarf, it's very simple." Osamu Dazai said boredly, "I just dare not even drink alcohol in irony, no wonder I haven't grown a centimeter after the age of 15, like a short hat stand .”

"Then Zhong became angry. He didn't realize that I put the wine in his hand before, and shouted 'who said I dare not'! He took a sip."

Osamu Dazai concluded, "That's too bad, little man."

I shook my head, sympathizing with the innocent Mr. Nakaya in my heart, and condemning Mr. Dazai for his heartlessness.

"Is Qianye secretly scolding me in his heart?" Osamu Dazai saw everything on his face, "Didn't Qianyechan secretly turn on the stereo? He also specially adjusted it to the highest level, and the recording is quite clear."

He actually found out!The desire to kill and silence sprouted again, and was snuffed out by myself.

Every day, I have to write a report titled "Analysis Results Report on Whether I Want Shark Dazai Osamu Today", and use scientific data to convince myself of my strong desire to conquer.

"I was just attracted by Mr. Zhongye's wonderful singing voice, and I wanted to accompany him. The motive was very pure." I saved my respect, "What's more, wouldn't it be more terrifying to sing and dance without bg? I am saving Mr. Zhongye face!"

Yes, this is my original intention.Believe it or not, I do.

"But if there is no music and Qianye's instigation of 'one more song', Zhongya will be pulled down by Hirotsu in the middle of singing, and this good show will end." Osamu Dazai retorted calmly, "Qianye is undoubtedly mine. accomplice."

I……

I was surprisingly calm, folded my arms and sneered, "Then let's confront Mr. Nakaya and see whose fault he thinks it is."

There is a special ability to guarantee the bottom, I am floating, and the one who was beaten must be Osamu Dazai.

"Don't you want the video?" Osamu Dazai smiled at me and took out his trump card.I was shamefully moved, and silently shut up.

Let's play, accomplices are accomplices, Yokohama Diva's debut song, I am sure to win.

Minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol, and I, who claim to be a good boy, wandered around the dessert table with coconut juice. I saw Alice from Mr. Mori's house holding a mobile phone and laughing so that the bow on her skirt fell apart.

Miss, be more reserved.

what is she looking atI took a sneak peek and found that it was the page of the internal forum of Hong Kong and black.

It is known that Alice is Mr. Sen's human ability, her every move is controlled by Mr. Sen, and Mr. Sen must know what she knows.

So to conclude, Mr. Sen

He should be the one who has been diving and watching the screen in the forum, laughing so politely.

Hey, boring old man!

While I spurned Mr. Mori, I opened the forum. It is better to be alone than to be happy, so let me be happy too.

On the homepage of the forum, the red post on the top is extremely eye-catching

"Shock!Mafia high-level actually do this behavior openly!Where did the aunt mopping the floor get angry?Let's take you into tonight's Port Mafia and enjoy the debut song of Yokohama Diva - Fly, Slug! "

What a long title!

As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong, and the content is not enough to make up the title.I clicked on the post, and as expected, I saw the video uploaded by Mr. Dazai.

High-definition, full-face, no mosaic, direct shooting, complete elements.

Mr. Dazai is really a man who does great things.

Since the reception ended, I guess the Hong Kong Black 99 people have saved the video posted by Mr. Dazai, and the remaining 2 are Akutagawa Ryunosuke who does not play the forum, and Nakahara Nakahara himself.

The video in my hand is still a complete and uncensored version of high-end goods, and it is priceless.

The next day, Zhong Yuan, who was sober, found that his already high popularity suddenly became unreasonably high. The mafia members passing by him all had mysterious and dreamy smiles and pink bubbles all over their bodies, which made his skin crawl all over.

"What happened?" Mr. Nakaya, who had a hangover and a headache, grabbed his subordinate and asked suspiciously.

"Mr. Chuya, none of us knew that your dream is so great!" The subordinate excitedly shook Nakahara Chuya's hand, his tone extremely fanatical, "Please boldly pursue your dream! All of us will vote for you Top of the list!"

What the hell?Vote for the rankings?

Zhong Yuanzhong, who is not star-chasing, is also at a loss. He just feels that the sky has changed when he wakes up.

Mr. Zhongye is an honest person. He doesn't browse the forum, and he doesn't care about internal gossip. He just let it go around for a whole day.

The flow went from "Mr. Nakaya gets drunk, sings, sings and dances until dawn" all the way to "I, Zhongyuan Chuya, have a dream! To become a gangster star, to debut as a singer in Yokohama, to be popular all over the universe, to sing wonderfully and live with confidence!"

Mr. Mori who received the message... Really?Chuya's dream turned out to be so dazzling!

It's over, if my proud subordinate suddenly awakens the soul of a diva and resigns passionately to pursue his dream, what will Hong Kong black do?No, I need to have a good talk with this kid.

After finishing his work hard, Zhong Yuan Zhong, who was going home to drink and play games, also received instructions from the leader and wanted to have a long talk with him.

Central Plains?

He has always respected Sen

Ogai, walked into the chief's office obediently.I found that Mr. Mori was uncharacteristically, he didn't flirt with Alice, but his eyes were worried, as if he was watching a gangster who dropped out of school, ah no, he was a delinquent youth who dropped out of school to be a gangster.

Central Plains? ?

"Mr. Chuya," Foreign Minister Mori Ou sighed, "I didn't know that you had dreams in your heart for many years, and you have been suppressing your heart for the sake of the port mafia. As the leader, I really failed my duty."

Central Plains? ? ?

what are you talking aboutWhy can't I understand a word?

Mori Ogai pretended not to see the confused eyes of his capable subordinates, and continued to say, "Everyone has dreams, and I can completely understand."

"Just like myself, if I hadn't become the leader of the port mafia, I would have become an excellent costume designer, designing beautiful dresses that could never be worn out for the lovely Alice-chan."

As he talked, Mori Ogai was a little moved, but his reliable quality as a leader allowed him to regain his original heart.

"You like to sing, there is no problem. If you want to debut and become an artist, you can do it. But Mr. Zhongya, you can't give up your job in Hong Kong and Hei, Hong Kong and Hei. They need you." Mori Ou said earnestly.

Central Plains? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

"Okay, you go back and work hard. If you have time, you can look at the internal forums of Hong Kong and black. You can't get out of touch with the times." Before Nakahara Chuya could explain, Mori Ogai started to chase people away without saying a word. He has not convinced him today Alice can't take too much time to change into the new dress she bought.

Zhong Yuanzhong also went in in a daze, and came out again in a daze, leaving only question marks all over the place, almost drowning himself.

"Forum?" He seized the key words given to him by Mr. Sen, grabbed a reliable subordinate, and opened a new door in the expectant and fearful eyes of the other party.

Entering the forum interface, Zhong Yuan Zhong also saw the irritating post with the name marked red on the top at a glance.

No need to read the content, only Osamu Dazai dared to edit it blatantly.

This mackerel was about to die for him today.

"Tai, Zai, Zhi——" with two clicks, Zhongya Zhongya's newly bought mobile phone was scrapped, he threw away the residue in his hand with a smirk, and descended from the sky with a playful voice, kicking Zhi Zhi Dazai who was about to leave work into the ground.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed at the same time as the system, enemy attack, it is enemy attack!Help!

Wait, it's not an enemy attack, I took a closer look, and I'm the only honest person in Hong Kong and black!

I calmed down in an instant, and said hello politely, "Good evening, Mr. Nakaya, have you eaten yet?"

"No

Eat... not the time to talk about this!Ann and you get out of the way! "Mr. Zhongye chased people violently, his wrists were twisted, and his murderous aura was overflowing.

Knowing current affairs, I walked away obediently, took out my mobile phone and dialed with one key.

"Hello, is this the medical room? I am Mr. Dazai's subordinate. Please prepare the stretcher, bandages and cardiac resuscitator. Mr. Dazai is being beaten passionately by Mr. Chuya. Please come here as soon as Mr. Chuya has had a good time."

I glanced at Mr. Dazai who was dodging awkwardly in the dust, and added, "Remember to prepare the intensive care unit, and the bandages must be the brand that Mr. Dazai loves... What? Out of stock? Wait, I'll go to the logistics now Pick."

Leaving behind my boss, whose life and death were uncertain, I slipped all the way to the back office and disappeared without a trace.

There is a grievance and a debtor, all of which have nothing to do with me.

Afterwards, Mr. Dazai lay in the infirmary for a full week. I peeled apples for him while reporting to work, and stubbornly withstood his resentful eyes.

I just turned on the stereo, it was you who recorded and uploaded it, watch what I do?

Isn't Osamu Dazai Qianye also looking forward to leaving the full version?Don't recognize it after eating, scum girl!

Oh my god, didn't Mr. Dazai turn down a lot of jobs in the name of being injured?

You who are salty fish and me who are fishing are just laughing at fifty steps, and the most pitiful thing is Mr. Nakaya, who was victimized by the flow and overwhelmed by work!

Although Mr. Nakaya went to the technical department to delete the post, but the technical department could not help him delete the backups in other people's mobile phones.

Within Hong Kong and Black, after Mr. Nakaya's beauty fans and career fans, singing fans turned out to seize a large area of ​​the country.Everyone is full of expectation that Mr. Nakaya will be able to turn on the microphone again. They have purchased high-definition video recording equipment and will never miss any shots.

Let's make a debut, Mr. Nakaya, there is no future in being a mafia!

After the memory was over, I turned my attention back to Osamu Dazai, who was meowing. He was pretending to be weak, insisting that his nerves were corroded by half a bottle of beer, he had a splitting headache, and could no longer walk.

Do you want me, a weak girl, to carry you home?You are thinking of peaches.

"Don't pretend to be Mr. Dazai, hold on, you can do it." I said in a coaxing voice, "Zaizai, stand up!"

"Qianye doesn't feel sorry for me at all." Osamu Dazai said dissatisfiedly, "Shouldn't you invite me to rest at your house at this time?"

In the dead of night, lonely men and widows, it's not suitable, really not suitable.

I put on the serious expression of the host of the legal program

He is ready to recite the criminal law for him on the spot, so that he can wake up his mind.

Osamu Dazai shook his head to express whether he would listen or not, I am going, I am still not your beloved boss, you will not die if you take poor him overnight.

I'm going to die, I'll show you a self-isolation right now.

"If Mr. Dazai takes a shower at my house, it will consume my water bill." I said sullenly, "Cleaning up the guest room will also consume my electricity bill. Doesn't Mr. Dazai have the consciousness that he is a troublesome person at all?"

In order to save water and electricity, I do not turn on the lights at night.But for a person like Osamu Dazai with a sensitive and delicate mind, God knows if he will make trouble for no reason because he can't sleep with the lights off.

Well, I don't really feel bad for this little money, I just want to find an excuse to refuse him.

Borrowing is a trivial matter, I don't care.But everything Osamu Dazai does may have a wonderful purpose. I still remember his identity as a small vendor in the bug wholesale market. I don’t want to lie on the ground to find bugs inch by inch after he leaves. I will twist my waist of.

I have never been afraid to speculate on Osamu Dazai with the greatest malice, really, he deserves it.

"I'm really hurt, Qianye." Mr. Dazai turned his eyes away, and lowered his voice a few times, "I know Qianye loves money like his life, but I thought that my position in Qianye's heart would be slightly higher, yes I was wrong."

Where did this bitter line come from?Are you the heroine of a bittersweet drama, the lines come as soon as you open your mouth.

The wind was blowing at night, I was tired, and I didn't want to continue performing with him.

"Let's go, Mr. Dazai, stop acting. You can't shed a tear for a long time. What right did you have to question my acting skills before?" I led the way angrily.

"I didn't act, I was really hurt." Mr. Dazai said seriously, "Compared with me or money, which one is more important?"

"Money." I replied in seconds without hesitation.

Mr. Dazai instantly entered the movie king mode, his eyes were full of injuries, like a weak white lotus, those who heard it were sad and those who saw it wept.

I didn't look at him, and after a while I said sullenly, "Okay, I was wrong, I was joking."

Even knowing that his injury was staged, I didn't want him to show such an expression.

"Water is available, and there is no problem taking a bath. There is hot water. There is only one fragrance type of shower gel, which is milky. I am really not used to it. I will go to the 24-hour convenience store to buy it for you. You can also turn on the light to sleep, or go to buy it Night light, as you like."

I took a deep breath, and the cold wind at night was refreshing, cool and free.

"I'm lying to you, you can make money if you don't have money, of course people are more important

I said without turning my head, "I promised you that Mr. Dazai is my most important person. It is not a lie." "

The truth of a liar is rare and precious, so remember it well.

I took out the wire to pick the lock and opened the door, looking intently at the lock cylinder.I didn't notice the eyes cast by Osamu Dazai behind me, deeper than the night, but gentler than the moonlight.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight, may you and I enjoy it together.

The author has something to say that it is very expensive for Qianye to raise a slaughterhouse, so he has to work hard to make money and become a rich woman!

It's the first time living together, does Osamu Dazai sleep at night with the lights on, snoring, talking in his sleep?The reporters ahead, An and Qianye, sent a notice, please watch tomorrow night's show on time, we will see you soon.No content yet, please log in to the website to read online!