The strongest supplier in Yokohama

Seeing the silent confrontation between the two leaders, Yu Kanagawa was a little confused.

He supported the balcony with one hand and jumped down from the window.

"What are you doing?" Kanagawa Yucho asked the familiar mafia.

The mafia told him respectfully, "Master Kanagawa, the boss specially asked us to send these furniture after hearing that you moved."

Another person who led the team was not to be outdone, "Master Yuanshan told us that the new home should be equipped with new furniture."

Yu Kanagawa finally understood why those two groups of people hurried back yesterday, because they were rushing back to buy furniture.

Could it be that the decoration in my house is really so ugly that these two people can't see it, and they also specially sent furniture?

Although Joji couldn't figure it out, he still tactfully refused, especially the things sent by Mori Ogai, it's hard to imagine that he wouldn't put some cameras, bugs or something in it.

Hmph, he won't be eroded by Mori Ogai's recliner shells.

Even though he said this, Kanagawa Yu frequently focused his attention on those obviously valuable household appliances: Damn, that looks so expensive, and it must be good to use...

Ten minutes later, Yu Kanagawa accepted all the orders.

He ran around and directed, "Hey, it's lighter here, put this sofa here." Uncle Guang should like such a sofa.

"Let's put this painting here, don't move it." Not to mention, Mori Ogai is a bit scorned, but his taste is not picky.

In the end, even the decoration of the study room was completely changed.

Looking at the completely new decoration and the hall without dust in every corner, Yu Kanagawa looked at the two teams who cleaned everything from the inside to the outside, and was moved:

Ah, they work well.

If possible, I really want to pay them to dig them in, and just come and clean them every week.

Where did Mori Ogai find such professionals?And Mr. Harayama, is this kind of skill necessary to enter the Yokohama government agency?

Mori Ogai, who was sitting in the office at the moment, sneezed. He touched his nose, turned his head and asked his subordinates, "How is it? Have you secured the group of villas?"

The house near Youjun must be controlled by the port mafia!

"Boss, the Yokohama government is involved," the subordinate submitted a report, "nearly half of the houses were bought in advance."

"Sure enough, everyone wants precious things..." Mori Ogai lowered his eyes inexplicably, "...so I must hold it carefully."

He will let Yokohama know that he will be the best one.

After the person he discharged came back, Mori Ogai learned an important piece of information:

"Book? You mean Yu-kun is writing a book?" Mori Ogai's dark eyes silently oppressed the subordinate who reported.

This is interesting, Mori Ogai propped his elbows on the solid wood desk, immersed in his own thoughts.

He happened to know that there is a book in this world, a "book" that can rewrite fate and distort facts.

Isn’t Yokohama such an existence? Is the book he wrote the legendary book?

Should he take the opportunity to pay a visit and check out Yokohama's notebook?

"Yes, yes," the subordinate recalled what he had seen and heard, "Master Kanagawa also read the beginning to us, and said that if he could publish it like his friend, he would give us a copy."

Thinking that I just helped Mr. Kanagawa tidy up the villa, and got Mr. Kanagawa's coffee and snacks for free, as well as a book written by Mr. Kanagawa himself, the subordinate was very happy.

But when he was happy, he suddenly felt a strong gaze above his head. He raised his hair and found the leader's dark gaze.

What's the matter, leader?The subordinate couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat with such a substantial gaze.

"Yamada," Mori Ogai put forward his request slowly, "If Yu-kun gave you the book, remember to show it to me."

"Ah?" Yamada was a little reluctant, but seeing the leader's uncompromising eyes, he could only nod in response, "Yes, leader."

After a little bullying of his subordinates, Mori Ogai finally felt at ease: decided, after the Yokohama book is finished in the future, I will order a copy for everyone in the first place.

After his subordinate left, Mori Ogai suddenly thought of how Yu Kanagawa was reluctant to rack his brains to drive him out when he met him. Compared with the treatment this subordinate received, he had to admit sourly:

Yokohama, it seems, seems to be a little bit reluctant to see him.

But thinking of Yokohama's stereotyped distanced friendliness towards other people, and his unique dislike for himself, Mori Ogai's mood improved again:

Well, no matter what, my mentality in Yokohama is different from other people, and I have a different dislike.

Alice looked at him speechlessly, "Rintaro, you're a pervert."

After undergoing a renovation of the villa, Yu Kanagawa's life has become more regular.

Get up every day with the little briquettes jumping up and down, and then prepare breakfast for yourself and the monsters.

After breakfast, I start my day's creation under the sun. When I have enough inspiration, I can write nearly a thousand words in the morning.

Then go to Oda Sakunosuke to have lunch with the children at noon, and show off to him the progress of the day by the way.

"Speaking of which, Xiaoyu, you really can't be like me." Oda Sakunosuke began to reflect on his own progress, "What you want to create is a long novel. If you write a little every day like me, you may not be able to wait for you to write in your life." It's a whole book."

After lunch, Yu Kanagawa returned to his villa and took a nap, then got up and continued to create.

This peaceful life was broken until a week later.

One afternoon, when Kanagawa Youan was writing, he heard noisy voices again.

He looked out the window with ease, and saw two groups of people crowded together again, only this time, they just passed by his house.

Yu Kanagawa saw with sharp eyes that many acquaintances appeared in the crowd, Mr. Hirotsu from the port mafia, Miss Hongye, Mr. Dazai... except for Chuya.

And the leader is the boss of the port mafia, Mori Ogai.

They came and went in and out of the villa near Kanagawa Yu, and moved in a lot of things, as if they were going to live in.

With this posture, could it be that Mori Ogai is moving here?

"Mr. Mori, are you guys moving in here?" Kanagawa Yu walked out holding the small briquettes, and asked tentatively with the last glimmer of hope.

"Oh, it's You-kun," Mori Ogai greeted him with a smile, "We will be neighbors from now on."

"After I came to visit you, I thought this place was good. What's the matter? Is there anything wrong?"

Mori Ogai looked at Yokohama's collapsed expression maliciously, and asked the question knowingly.

Of course there is, it's not right anywhere!

Be sober, Sen Diancha, you are the leader of the Communist Party!

Shouldn't it be living in the chief's office every day to prevent assassination?What's the matter with moving to this wilderness by yourself, hello? !

So, are all those other people?

"Not only me, but all of us have lived here. Speaking of which, this is really a good place." Mori Ogai broke Kanagawa Yu's last hope with a smile.

He was careful not to tell Yokohama that the government bought the other half of the houses in this villa area.

Well, this isn't the Beach House area anymore, it's the Port Mafia branch.

Yu Kanagawa was overwhelmed for a while, and walked in with the same hands and feet:

Suo! He originally wanted to create quietly with Oda Sakunosuke, so he never expected to be surrounded by the mafia.

After seeing Kanagawa Yu turned and left, Mori Ogai stood far away, his eyes were far away, and his voice was a little ethereal, "Hey, Yu-kun, you know, my feelings for Yokohama."

"I, for the city of Yokohama, no one can match my love!"

Yu Kanagawa swayed his feet and almost fell, he turned his head to look at Mori Ogai in disbelief: Is this what you say when you say goodbye every day?

Shouldn't this sentence be said solemnly when something big is about to be done or when some harsh words are said.

Don't Mr. Sen really feel ashamed to say such things in public?

Does Mori Ogai think that the communication between the two Yokohama chefs should be like this?

Damn it, if this is the case, if I don't respond, wouldn't it appear to be inferior.

"Ah... that," Yu Kanagawa didn't want to admit defeat in loving Yokohama, he gritted his teeth and announced loudly, "Mr. Mori, just come here, my love for Yokohama will never be lost For you!"

"Pfft," Mori Ogai's shoulders trembled, and a smile appeared between his teeth.

Seeing Yu Kanagawa's puzzled eyes, Mori Ogai couldn't control himself and burst out laughing, "You-kun, Yu-kun, you won hahahahahahaha."

So cute, Yokohama, and the dialogue between them.

Yokohama, I love your city

Yokohama: Shit, I love myself too.

After returning to his small study, Kanagawa Yu stopped and leaned against the window sill, looking at the busy crowd outside the building.

At first I thought it was his illusion, but it is obviously not the case now. The group of people in Yokohama have become strange recently.

Oda Sakunosuke lay on the balcony, took a puff of cigarette calmly, ah, this kind of situation, after he had that dream, he had already expected it.

The two friends who made an appointment to create together finally lay down on the balcony together, watching the vicissitudes of life in this deserted villa area being gradually filled up, and then skipped the afternoon's creation together.

Sure enough, the feeling of not racking your brains to write is so good, even watching the boring things become fun before they move.

Yu Kanagawa has not been writing for a long time, but he has already felt the joy of fishing.

Ahh~ As long as you don't write, you will be happy no matter what you do.

Soon after, Sakunosuke Oda's book was published, and it was so popular that the Yokohama Publishing House reprinted several editions, but the supply was in short supply.

All of a sudden, titles related to Sakunosuke Oda popped up like mushrooms after rain.

What are "genius novelists in the new century", "one book conferring gods", "miracles in modern literary circles"...

Yokohama once again ushered in a new wave of visitors.

Mori Ogai looked at the book of Oda Sakunosuke in his hand, and then compared the financial statements in his hand, lost in thought.

Well, so writing a book is such a profitable thing...