Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

After Oda Sakunosuke finished his glass of whiskey, he calmly left.

——After all, the old father has to get up early tomorrow to prepare a nutritious breakfast for the children and lunch boxes for the children who have already gone to school.

Really hard.

Taketori Che drank another glass dryly by himself. This time the bartender finally frothed, and after chatting with her for a while, it was time to call it a day.

Putting down the banknotes for drinks, the girl pulled up the scarf around her neck and bid farewell to the bartender.

After chatting with two acquaintances for a while, she finally felt better.

Leaving Lupin's bar, what comes out of the door is the unique cold wind of winter seaside cities, which is unusually biting in the cold.

Taketori rubbed his hands subconsciously, then realized that he didn't need to do it at all.

After becoming a Kami Sama in a certain sense, "cold and heat are not invaded" has basically become a standard configuration of physique.Today, she can walk naked in the ice and snow at minus [-] to [-] degrees without any damage, and sunbathe on the surface of the desert at [-] to [-] degrees without sunburn (without wearing sunscreen), and even her skin is sunburned. There will be no black.

...This is so cool!

Taketori Che expressed the second feeling of "It's so cool not to be a person" today.

Then, by accident, for no specific reason, when she saw the three-way intersection in front of her, the girl stopped in her footsteps, and instead of going to the only way to go home, she turned to the narrow path on the far right.

I don't know why, it's probably because of a beautiful girl's intuition or some nonsense reason, she just wants to go this way.

While walking, Taketori Che lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, and sent a text message to his own ATM machine.

[The cadres in To Zhongye also donated generously today: Did you find anyone? 】

After waiting for about 20 seconds, there was a reply.

[To SpongeBob SquarePants: I thought you didn't care about this at all? 】

[To SpongeBob SquarePants: No!The hiding level of green mackerel is getting higher and higher!If that idiot is assassinated outside, I will not help revenge! 】

Just as Taketori Che was about to reply to the letter, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a shallow footprint in the muddy water on the ground not far in front of him.In the dark alley, it is extremely easy to overlook the imprints covered under the water.

In an instant, in the girl's perception backtracking, a precious leather shoe suddenly stepped into the muddy water, and then continued to run forward... That's why it left a shoe in the dark mud on the ground. Found shoe prints.

She raised her head slowly, following her perceived vision, and found that the man's running footprints extended all the way into the sorting trash can by the wall.

Remarks, the surface of the trash can says "non-recyclable garbage".

Well, a pretty good match for Chief Scrap himself.

So she sent a new text message to Mr. ATM.

[The cadres in To Zhongye also donated generously today: I found him.You have no use value. 】

After all, click "Send" and skillfully block Zhongyuan Zhongye's number, so as not to be annoyed when the other party bombards him with text messages and calls.

Putting away the phone, Taketori Che didn't approach, but raised his hand from afar and aimed at the lid of the trash can——

"boom!"

The plastic cover was sucked straight into her palm.

This is one of Taketori Che's new skills [to be sucked away] in the past two years. Although the name of the skill has a strong tone, in fact, within a radius of 500 meters with her as the dot, Objects weighing no more than 30 kilograms can be easily sucked by her.

Taketori Che approached leisurely with the lid of the trash can, and as expected, he found a freshly baked crumb boss nestled in a trash can that was as tall as a person.

Fortunately, it was not too long since the last time the trash can was cleared, so Osamu Dazai only had a few fruit peels, a pile of flowers, branches and leaves under his body, and the smell of garbage on his body was not very strong.

The black-haired young man wearing a red scarf raised his head slowly, and met her awkward eyes for several seconds—Taketori Che picked up the lid of the trash can and put it back as if nothing had happened.

"Wait! Wait a minute!" Dazai hastily reached out his hand to block the cover that was almost closed again, "Ache, don't be so indifferent!"

"What are you doing?" Taketori Che snorted coldly, "Hiding in the trash can."

"Two punks tried to rob me just now. There are also three killers wandering around the neighborhood." Dazai replied calmly, "And I'm hiding here just waiting for you to pick me up."

——Ever since Taketori Che found out in the land of Ashina whether the leader had the [Book] hanger or the prophet's hanger, the two people's talking style became "Guess I know if I know" You already know the future" style.

The girl is not curious about what the other party has seen from the [book], nor is she curious that the other party can guess that she will pass by this place.She just felt upset, and immediately sneered twice, stretched out her hands to pinch the back collar of the other party with a look of disgust, and lifted out the stinking man with a fruit peel stuck to his trousers.

I don't know why, but this process reminded her of the persecution Jessica emoticon in "Tomorrow's Ark". She is also rich and has the same tearful eyes.

... Osamu Dazai didn't have tears in his eyes at the moment, but that's pretty much the way it felt.He patted the peel off his body and looked at his good subordinate anxiously.

"Shall I send you back to the headquarters next?" Taketori Che symbolically asked for the boss's opinion.

"No." The port mafia leader said capriciously, "I want to change my clothes before going back."

Taketori Che frowned: "Then go to a nearby hotel..."

"These nearby hotels are not safe." Dazai interrupted her immediately, but when he saw the girl's gloomy eyes, he quickly added, "Tonight is either an official surprise inspection or illegal transactions will be caught. Bao...it doesn't work anyway."

Taketori Che pursed his lips tightly, staring at the scumbag man in front of him very coldly.But Osamu Dazai knew that this guy was just showing a blank expression.

So he straightened it out and said, "I'm going to your house to change."

"Don't even think about it!" The girl refused angrily.

Dazai replied casually, "I rented your house to you."

"The rent will be withdrawn soon!"

"..."

However, for some reason, when she heard Taketori Che say this, the expression on the face of the leader of Hong Kong gangsters seemed to dim for a short while, but when she looked again suspiciously, she found that this person had strode toward Go outside the alley.

"Let's go, Che. Go to your house."

"Hey, I said you, don't make any claims!"

"I'm your boss."

"Not soon!"

"After you finish the resignation procedures, talk to me so forcefully, Ache."

"……cut."

On the way home on foot, Taketori Che suddenly looked up at the night sky without any starlight or moonlight. The God of Ashina's keen perception of weather changes played a role.

At the same time, in the next second, Dazai, who had foreseen the weather in the next few hours through the [book], laughed: "It's going to rain soon, isn't it? Ache, you must be reluctant to let me go back in the rain."

"There is something called a car in the world, and there is another thing called a rainproof underground garage, thank you."

Taketori Che couldn't bear to let this guy go back in the rain, she was willing to do anything, she wished she could leave her job tomorrow, and only hoped that this guy would disappear from her sight as soon as possible.

Bored, boring, boring!

The two came back in time.Almost as soon as the front foot entered the house, there was thunder from the back foot, and then the sound of scattered rain came from outside the house.

Seeing that Osamu Dazai's eyes kept drifting towards the sofa, looking as if he wanted to roll on it all dirty, Taketori suddenly lifted his back collar again vigilantly, and directly pulled him Moved into the bathroom.

"Wash me up before you come out!" She said fiercely.

Throw in together, as well as clean spare towels and spare clothes prepared in advance.

Osamu Dazai was holding his clothes, and stood at the door of the bathroom with a half-smile and turned to look at the cold-faced mixed-race girl.

"What. This is not very well prepared..."

boom!

The slamming bathroom door almost scratched Osamu Dazai's nose, he blinked speechlessly, but the smile on his face quietly became a little real.

There was nothing serious wrong with taking a bath, but Taketori Che had been waiting outside for nearly four or ten minutes, almost thinking that the boss had drowned in the bathtub, so he went over and knocked on the door to ask what was going on inside.

"Hmm! I'm fine!" Dazai's voice was as calm as ever with a little joy, "I didn't drown, I didn't fall to the ground, and I didn't meet the killer who came out of the toilet..."

There is actually a precedent for this matter.One night, Osamu Dazai, who was resting in the headquarters office, went to the toilet in a daze in the middle of the night, and then turned his head and escaped before entering the door. His pajama pants almost slipped off his ankles.

Taketori Che, who was waiting at the door, rushed in immediately, roasting the killer who could turn into water to death.

At this moment, the annoying spirit inside is still chattering: "But since Ah Che is urging me, why don't you come in and rub my back?"

"Back rubbing? I'm not a professional, why don't I call the neighbor across the door to help you, the leader?" Taketori Che flipped through the blacklist in the phone's address book and replied, "Mr. Well, it has always been obvious to all in the industry. Customers who have been massaged by him say that their bones are crushed by gravity..."

Before he finished speaking, Dazai Osamu, wearing a white nightgown, with his wet black hair on his head, slammed open the door with steaming heat.

Facing Taketori Che's rather cold gaze, he smiled shyly.

"There is no need to hire a technician, I have already finished washing."

I think you are afraid that your cadres will break your leg again, and then you will be locked in the office for three months, unable to go out to "catch jellyfish", right?

The girl was too lazy to expose him and went to take a bath by herself.

When Taketori came out of the shower, he found that this guy was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, half lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone in a leisurely manner with his family, without even blowing his hair.

"Boss, come and dry your hair." Taketori Che called Boss Xiao to come over with a towel in one hand and a hair dryer in the other, feeling like he was calling a cat that hates bathing to dry its hair quickly after washing.

"No."

"Huh?? It's time to go to bed. If you go to bed without drying your hair, you'll be prone to migraines when you get old."

"...a headache is a headache, and it's so troublesome." The black-haired young man rolled around on the sofa in a very pretentious manner.

"Dazai Osamu, can't you make it through?" Taketori Che lost his patience, and his expression became more and more unkind.The hair dryer in his hand also tends to evolve into some kind of weapon.

Dazai glanced at her secretly, so he had no choice but to obediently put away the phone, moved a small bench and came over to sit in front of her, letting his wet hair be played with.

Amidst the rumbling sound of the hair dryer, Taketori Che reached out to pick up the soft black hair, restrained many distracting thoughts in his heart, and concentrated on drying the hair of this garbage boss whose living ability was almost negative.

I have to say, with the sound of wind and rain in the middle of the night, the lonely man and the widow, both of them had a bath, I always felt that there would be some story between adults... but there was no.

Taketori Che worked expressionlessly. She has been used to working overtime in the past two years, and she is also used to doing things that seem to have nothing to do with work during overtime.

For this reason, she even took the time to get a nutritionist certificate, and every day in the chief's office, she gave small meals to people, raising the chief who was originally thin and in a sub-healthy state for a long time, so that he was white and tender, and his blood was full.

It is not enough to improve the diet alone. If a person wants to be healthy, he must take multiple measures.So she, the god who was driven to the shelves, took advantage of her physical strength, and often helped to work overtime at night and stay up late to read documents, and conveniently stuffed the leader into the lounge to force him to rest on time...

Sometimes she has to work part-time as TONY teacher at the entrance of the village, because it is too dangerous for the leader to have a haircut outside.Of course, the price of being a good hairdresser is that when trying haircutting skills in the early stage, all the members of the guerrillas directly under the guerrillas suffered from hairstyles, and many people went out wearing wigs for several months.

In the end, she felt that she was not being a loyal subordinate, but being a mother to a bastard son who loved to stay up late.

Amidst the noisy roar of the hair dryer, the girl heard the young man in front of her ask herself: "Ache!"

"Huh?" She replied loudly, otherwise Dazai might not have heard her.

"What do you want to do after you leave your job?"

Taketori Che pondered for a few seconds, and then realized that the answer to this question was actually no need to think about it.

"Make money!"

She answered as it should.

"Then do you want to renew the contract with our port mafia?" He asked loudly again, but most of his voice was lost in the roar of the machine.

Taketori Che finally smiled, it was the "Free" expression that a social animal that is about to be free would show.

"don't want!!"

So Osamu Dazai stopped talking, and let those loose black hair hang down in the warm hot wind, covering his forehead and eyes, as well as his entire expression.

When Taketori turned off the hair dryer and turned to leave the living room, she heard the person behind her speak again.

This time, Osamu Dazai's voice was very soft, making people think of the dandelion floating in the wind and unable to land.

"Ache, the reason why you don't want to stay...is because of me?"

Hahaha.

This dog man is really narcissistic.

I, a girl who is as unrestrained and unrestrained as the wind, never stops. Is it possible that you, a scumbag boss, can keep you if you say you want to stay?

...And since you can't bear to part with others, you should treat others better in the past two years, bastard!

Thinking of the double tragic life of working overtime at work and being a lost dog in love for the past two years, Taketori Che felt so wronged that his nose was sore.

Fortunately, their backs are facing each other now, so they won't be seen too many flaws.Therefore, Taketori Che laughed deliberately: "Don't be so narcissistic about the boss! The reason why I want to leave is because I always want to look forward!"

How about it, isn't this very chic and unfeeling?

But in fact, Taketori Che said it on the surface, but he felt strange in his heart...

I thought that saying such unfeeling words would hit the boss, but Taketori never expected that when she lay down in the bedroom tonight (Osamu Dazai slept in the guest room next door) within 3 minutes, the door would be locked. It rang.

Taketori Che rolled his eyes to open the door, and Gummy took the opportunity to occupy her soft pillow and slid back and forth on it.

"What's the matter?"

"Ache." Osamu Dazai stood alone outside the door hugging a pillow, his fragile expression was illuminated by the flash of lightning outside the window, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Taketori Che was too shocked to speak:? ? ?

Boom!

The furious thunder followed, and the angry roar from the sky echoed faintly in the corridor on the second floor.

"Ah~" the leader of the port mafia said weakly, "It's thundering, I'm so scared."

...Did you pick up the wrong princess script again, you bastard! ! !