Port Mafia doorman on-the-job pension

When Shibazaki Yuansheng walked into the staff restaurant, the voices in the cafeteria hall paused strangely for a moment.

He ignored the gazes from all directions, and went straight to the dining area, and put the bento box on the table.Although there are plates in the staff canteen, he is more used to using his own.

"It's still the same as before."

"……Oh, alright."

The food picker recovered from his dazed state, took the bento box in a hurry, and couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

The port of Mafia is neither small nor big, and a little trouble about the cadres will soon spread to everyone.Therefore, in less than half a day, the news that the two cadres fought for the new guard spread throughout the base building.

The gap between the cadres and the guards is enough to be explosive without even adding too much oil and vinegar.

"Shibasaki-kun, it's done."

Shibazaki Yuansheng took the box and nodded politely at her, "Thank you."

"you are welcome."

The waiter's complexion was reddish, and his attitude was friendly. The male mafia members who watched closely felt bitter and bitter.The women of the port mafia are usually not easy to mess with, and blushing like this is simply a spectacle in the world.

——Not to mention anything else, Shibasaki Gensei's face does have the hardware conditions to prove the rumors.

"But speaking of which, who actually won that day?"

"Do you need to ask? It's hard to say anything else, but Mr. Dazai is definitely no match for Mr. Nakahara in a real fight."

"But I heard people say that Mr. Dazai came out with a smile that day, but Mr. Nakahara..."

The whispering in the hall has never stopped, and although most people pay attention to deliberately lowering their voices, for people with good hearing, it feels like wearing a pair of useless earplugs-it does have a bit of sound isolation, but the key The content is still clearly heard.

"Hey, are the things they said true?" Someone came over and touched Shibazaki Yuansheng's arm. Shibazaki Yuansheng looked back and saw that it was Kimura's senior whom he met during the internship.

He usually doesn't talk much, and he almost never initiates a topic when talking with others, so there are very few people in the port Mafia who can be called acquainted with him, and this senior Kimura is one of them.

But it is not accurate to say that Kimura has a good relationship with him.Kimura is completely the opposite of him, he is warm and righteous, and has a wide range of friends. More precisely, his senior has a good relationship with everyone, which happens to include Shibazaki Gensheng.

Shibazaki Yuansheng unwrapped the wrapping paper of the cheese lunch bag, "Senior, what do you mean?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid, now the whole building knows about it," Kimura put his shoulder on his shoulder very naturally, his face full of enthusiasm for gossip, "what happened that day? Don't worry, I won't Said it."

Generally, few people who say this can really keep a secret, Shibazaki Geno slowly took a bite of the lunch bag, "Mr. Dazai and Mr. Nakahara have some personal grievances, and I happened to be there at the time."

Kimura obviously didn't believe it, "That's it?"

"There is no story at all. The senior is also a member of the intelligence department. You should know that Mr. Zhongyuan and the others didn't fight at all that day. At most, it can only be regarded as a dispute."

The rumored fight was pure rhetoric, and quarrels were commonplace for those two.

"What?" Kimura suddenly lost interest, "I thought I could get some interesting information from you."

Shibazaki Yuansheng glanced at him and said, "Senior, you are an important talent in the intelligence department, not an entertainment headline reporter."

"It's not very good," Kimura didn't care. "When I quit this job one day, I can develop a second career in my career. But you... I really don't want to talk about you, can you tell me what's wrong with you?" Think about it?"

Kimura unsnapped the tab of the can with one hand, and looked at Shibazaki Yuansheng's side face with a little imperceptible inquiry.

There has never been unreasonable enthusiasm in the world. Kimura first approached Shibasaki Gensei, but his purpose was not that simple.Purely naive and warm-hearted people would have a hard time getting his place in Port Mafia.

If you want to get along in the intelligence department, you need to see people is the basic skill.Putting this point into practice, simply speaking, before making friends with a person, Kimura will first judge whether the other party is worth approaching.

When Kimura saw Shibasaki Gensei at the first sight, he had already analyzed the value and potential of him in his heart.Judging by his appearance and work efficiency, he can be easily sent to the Ministry of Intelligence or the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. In terms of actual combat, it is above average. It is not difficult to get to the position of Guangjin Liulang after a few years of hard work.

The results of it?

From Kimura's point of view, Shibasaki Gensei is simply demonstrating what it means to ruin the future in his own hands.

Kimura really wanted to know what the reason was——

"Senior, have you paid attention to your hair?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Geno Shibasaki didn't seem to notice his gaffe, and continued to explain seriously, "As far as my blood is concerned, there is a 60.00% chance that I will be bald in the future. So my original ideal career is that the work is relatively leisurely, and it is best not to Stay up late and work overtime."

Indeed, Kimura subconsciously followed Shibasaki Gensei's train of thought. There are indeed a lot of old and bald people in Europe——

wrong.

Kimura: "... Stop, stop, don't you think it's a bit too early for you to think about this?"

How can anyone think about whether they will be bald five or sixty years in advance? !

Shibazaki Yuansheng looked at him strangely, "Hair is a very important issue." As he spoke, he glanced at the top of his head indiscriminately.

Kimura: "..." The social animal of 996 years felt offended.

"Shibasaki," Kimura Yu said earnestly, "You are still young, I think you can put your thoughts about this tangled hair loss in other places." Besides, this guy's hair volume is much thicker than his now, which makes them How do these decent social animals live?

"My mother taught me that a person can only do one thing well in his life."

It sounds reasonable...

Then you choose to start retirement at a young age? !

"Wait a minute," Kimura suddenly thought of something, "I have a leisurely job and don't have to stay up late to work overtime. It's not just the job of the doorman that satisfies these two points."

"Indeed," Shibazaki Geno nodded, "but I think a position with work experience is more suitable for me."

Kimura: "...With all due respect, the abilities you showed during your internship seem to have nothing to do with the doorman."

Where does this work experience come from?

"The house where I used to work often collapsed, and there were often friendly fistfights between my superiors. Although I was just a guard, if I didn't have the ability to protect myself, I might die."

So the actual combat ability is trained from here... No, the working conditions of this guard are too difficult!

There are so many slots in this passage that Kimura couldn't even make complaints about it for a while.

Kimura: "...But you seem to be very good at handling documents."

Don't tell him that's what you learned from working as a doorman, too.

"That's a matter of another work unit," Shibasaki Geno said. "There is a boss there who is a bit like Mr. Dazai. I often help him handle official affairs at his request."

Kimura: "..."Like Mr. Dazai" mean?"

"Although he is very serious most of the time, sometimes he will be obsessed with puzzles and throw the work to his subordinates." Gensheng Shibasaki paused, "So, it seems that he is not very similar to Mr. Dazai, after all, Mr. Dazai mostly All the time-"

The voice suddenly stopped, and Kimura looked up strangely, and then his body froze.

Sorry, Shibasaki, I can't save you.

Osamu Dazai naturally sat next to Shibazaki, "What do I do most of the time?"

"Mr. Dazai is hardworking most of the time," Shibasaki Geno replied immediately without blinking his eyes, "It's not at all the same as my previous boss who didn't work hard."

Kimura: "..."

I'm afraid it's something you learned from your previous career as a doorman to please your boss.

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感谢在2020-08-0500:52:19~2020-08-0700:23:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Magic Moon and Delusion; 1 bottle of Rolling MIA and Laziness;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!