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

It was already night when Taketori Che returned to Yokohama, this time she walked into the previously rented apartment building with her true face, and planned to go to Hong Kong to report tomorrow.

But just as she was about to put on a facial mask and watch a drama after taking a shower, the phone rang. This was a ringtone specially set for a certain person. Taketori Che knew who was calling him when he heard the song.

"It's hard to leave, it's hard to give up, I want to hug it tighter, life is like a wilderness..." (Note 1)

While wiping her hair with a towel, she grabbed the phone with one hand and swiped to answer it. The first time she opened her mouth, she greeted in a refined and easy-going way: "Old man, are you dead?"

"No. My dear boy, you are not dead yet, so am I willing to die?"

A middle-aged man's deep and magnetic laughter came from the part of the phone, and his words were also very elegant and easy-going. At first glance, it was the same kind tone as Taketori Che.Obviously the two have not been in touch for a long time, and the first words they say to each other are to ask each other if the other is dead.

Taketori Che changed his posture to brush his hair, and after finding a place to sit down, he continued to talk to his master in Cantonese with a bit of complaint: "You haven't contacted me for a long time."

"Xiao Che, Master is very busy, you are not a child anymore, won't you call me by yourself?"

"International phone calls are expensive, and your mobile phone number keeps changing."

"That's someone who wants to avoid the casino's debt collection... If Master has money to call you, you have to make more money, good student!" Master said confidently, "I will rely on you to support me for the rest of my life." !"

There was a pause, before Taketori Che scolded others, the master asked again: "I heard from Ayu that you ran off to join a gang in Yokohama?"

"Ayou" is Yoshida Yu. It is precisely because of this friend in Japan who can act as a half-guardian that Master Lao Liang can safely abandon his apprentice and run away to be happy.

"That's right, working hard for others to make money, otherwise where do you think the [-] million dollars in your account came from?" Taketori Che couldn't help mocking, "Did it fall from the sky?"

"How many times have I told you that there are only bombs falling from the sky. Bombs, you stupid apprentice!" Lao Liang replied in a pampering and tolerant tone, "I have received the money, thank you, Xiao Che! During the period when you helped make money and repay the debt, I was in debt for a little money, not much, just over 1000 million dollars..."

Taketori Che immediately hung up the phone.

Ten seconds later, Lao Liang called again, but this time he didn't mention the 1000 million new debt, as if he suddenly lost his memory and forgot about it.The master and apprentice happily greeted each other's health again, and hoped that they could meet each other alive next time—if one party hadn't been crushed to death by work in the garbage gang, and the other party hadn't been chased and beaten by casino people dead words.

"When will you come to see me?" the girl asked pitifully, "It's been two years since you came to Tokyo last time."

"Next time, definitely next time."

"If you keep procrastinating like this, next time you see me, I may even have a child."

"Then I'll teach my little disciple to smoke and drink, hahaha!"

Taketori Che was shocked when he heard it: "If you really dare to spoil my child, I will blow your head off, Master."

The other side of the phone also yelled: "What? Xiao Che, you traitor, I knew you always wanted to murder me as a teacher! I see through you! I won't leave the money to you even if I die. Give up, you I can only inherit my numerous debts and ant money!"

"Liang Lihui, you shit! Can you say this out of conscience? You have a hairy inheritance?! Since you were young, you know how to make trouble for me. If I hadn't been working hard to make money to support you, you would have been The people from the casino arrested him and beat him to death!"

"It's my freedom to be beaten to death—you don't understand the happiness of a man! And you, a traitor, even called Master by his name, it's a big treason! Do you want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?"

"If you have the ability, come to Japan, and I will tell you what is the real 'deception'!"

Old Liang: "Next time."

Taketori Che: ...

At the end before ending the call, Taketori Che finally couldn't help asking the question that had been held in his heart for a long time.

"Master, where is my red envelope?"

"Red envelope? What red envelope?"

"New Year's red envelope." Taketori Che's tone became sweet, and he still felt a little childish. It seemed that the sudden roar before didn't exist at all, "I'm only 16 years old, Master."

However, Lao Liang was still very ruthless: "Are you kidding me? It's not the Lunar New Year in the Dragon Kingdom, so why should I give you red envelopes?"

"But it's New Year's Eve in Japan!"

"Then ask Ah You to send it to you... Oh, let's not talk about it, someone is chasing me again, I have to go, goodbye!"

After speaking, he deliberately pretended to be a nervous running voice, and hung up the communication after a few seconds.

The mercenary girl holding the phone and frowning deeply looked at the hot phone and rolled her eyes: "I will kill him one day."

——In fact, she has said this sentence countless times since she met Master Lao Liang.Not only was Lao Liang not angry, but he said with a smile that if that time really came, don't forget to collect the body of the traitor who killed him.

In fact, Taketori Che has always felt that his master is a magical and weird figure.

Her master Liang Lihui is from Longguo Yuefu, his ancestral home is in Chancheng, and his ancestor is Mr. Liang Zan, the master of Wing Chun. His generation is almost the offshoot of the fifth generation.

Because Lao Liang worked in Xiangjiang in his early years, he was a young and Dangerous boy, and later he offended the big guys on the road and fled all the way to Southeast Asia to avoid the limelight. As a result, he was caught by a group of mercenaries by accident and used as cannon fodder, but in the end he became a gangster. One of the group.

Later, the mercenary Lao Liang picked up Taketori Che who was still young and dying, and because of a moment of compassion, he didn't reward her with a bullet to go to another world, but threw it into the field hospital and left it alone.A few months later, when Lao Liang came to the field hospital to recuperate, the small, stubborn-looking Taketori clung to him.

Lao Liang was so tortured by this annoying child that he had no choice but to deliberately give her a difficult problem, and he could only consider taking her as his apprentice unless he passed the level.Unexpectedly, the little girl was so talented that she easily cleared the level... From then on, the two mentors and apprentices began to torture each other.

Taketori Che finished brushing his hair at this time, stood up and went to find a hair dryer in the closet. Except for the family portrait newly obtained earlier, there were two photo frames on the closet. In the other picture, the master and apprentice were sitting on the battlefield in disgrace. In the ruins, he was wearing a khaki desert camouflage uniform, with blood-stained gauze wrapped around his arms and forehead, as if he had just participated in a fierce battle.

If I had to say something different, it would be that Taketori Che at that time was still very small, and even the smallest camouflage uniform could only be rolled up the sleeves to stretch out his hands. The iron-gray bulletproof vest looked They are all bigger than her body.The little girl's originally fair face was also dirty and covered with gunpowder smoke and dust, with her arms around the rifle, she stood crookedly like a little dirt dog with its tail between its legs to save its life on the battlefield.

However, the old Liang who was sitting cross-legged on the ground was tall and burly, and after propping up the clothes, he didn't look so embarrassed.The man from Longguo had a cheap cigarette in his mouth, and he carried a gun in one hand, but with the other hand he put his arm around her shoulder as if he was hugging his own daughter, encircling her in a safe place.

Then the two of them showed an extremely condescending smile to the camera, with wind and sand and broken walls stretching to the depths of the golden desert behind them.

Holding a Dyson hair dryer in his hand, Taketori Che stared at the photo for a long time, then smiled, remembering that the comrade who helped to take this photo had probably returned to his hometown to marry a wife and have children a few days ago. Tian also watched the Twitter feed of him hurriedly changing the baby's diaper, so he felt a little better.

"Forget it, let that trash gambler live another two days." She said to herself, and then turned to blow dry her hair.

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The next day, Taketori Che, who was in a good mood, went back to the port mafia headquarters to report.I haven't been here for a few days, and now I saw a construction team laying the foundation at the old site of the original building. Obviously, a brand new building will be erected within a few months at the latest.

Since Osamu Dazai ordered to see him first when he arrived, the girl didn't go to say hello to her old boss Keita Honda or Chiharu Takeuchi, but went straight to the chief's temporary office.

As soon as he entered the door, he could see that today's Nakahara was still playing the role of a loyal background wall, but he looked at Taketori with great doubts, and always felt that this strange mixed-race girl seemed to have known him before.

Dazai looked up at her, showing a slight smile on his face. In this port mafia leader, it seems that even a smile has become a rare and precious resource: "Welcome back, Ache."

For some reason, when Taketori saw such a smile, he still missed the lively "Tsushima Hazo" in the sand-sculpted vest... It always felt like two completely opposite people.

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard his name, and couldn't help but widen his cobalt blue eyes, as if he wanted to express some unbelievable opinions, but in the end he continued to act as a silent background wall.

However, thinking comes down to thinking, after all, now that he really has to decide to eat seriously under his hands for four years, Taketori still bowed slightly to express his respect for the boss who paid the money: "Yes, I'm back, Mr. Dazai, What are your plans for my future work?"

"Before the new No. [-] building is fully built, your task is relatively easy." Dazai immediately entered into a businesslike state, and said methodically, "First, transfer your file from the logistics department to my direct troops , the specific situation will be kept confidential, but in the name of the outside world, you will be a key member of the guerrillas directly under you."

"Secondly, because the guerrillas under the direct subordinates were severely injured by the enemy in the bloody Christmas Eve incident not long ago, you need to use the reconstruction period to form your own manpower——I have a new man on hand that I need you to bring, and at the same time you can Second the talents you need from other teams, but there are only two places, and the parties must agree voluntarily. Is it possible?"

He was writing something while talking, and when he finished speaking, the writing action also stopped.

Taketori Che thought for a few seconds, isn't it just to form a team of his own as part of the guerrillas directly under him, and there is an upper limit on the number of people.How difficult is this little thing?

She nodded immediately: "No problem."

Dazai seemed to have expected that she would agree, and handed her the power of attorney with wet ink in his hand, and at the same time ordered: "The rookie is now staying at the No. [-] training ground in the suburbs. I suggest that you surrender him as soon as possible."

Taketori Che: ...surrender?Why is this word so subtle?Is the newcomer a demon or a ghost who broke out from which hell?

But on the surface, she still responded to the matter neatly, and reached out to take the assignment letter, but the black-haired young man still held the other end of the paper and did not let go.

"One more thing." Dazai Osamu said in a calm tone, as if he was just going to the supermarket to buy a canned crab meat, "Everyone who officially joins the Port Mafia will get a personal gift from the referrer."

Taketori Che was stunned for a moment, realizing something, but he didn't really want to accept it.After all, she is a ruthless wage earner who ran away after playing for four years. What kind of corporate loyalty culture does she have?

"This... I received work clothes after finishing the newcomer training..." She tried to decline.

"That's a standard gift, it's for 'Harada Eri'." Osamu Dazai stared into her light blue eyes unquestionably, "but this... is a gift for Taketori himself."

Taketori Che was stared at by those kite-colored eyes, and felt that the atmosphere in the office was weird. The Central Plains cadres on the side had already secretly shown a toothache expression, so Boss Dazai didn’t mean to give me his underwear. as a gift...

Fortunately, not underwear.

It was a golden manual mechanical pocket watch with a perfect fusion of complex machinery and exquisite craftsmanship. The dial was carved from light blue gemstones—exactly the same color as her eyes.

Taketori Che gasped, because she recognized the brand of pocket watch it was.

--Patek Philippe!

It is known as "the unique pocket watch in the world", because each pocket watch needs eight to ten years of careful carving by craftsmen to take shape, not to mention that it looks like a unique custom-made product of the gangster!If sold...

"You won't sell it, will you? If people on the black market see it, they may report some bad news to me." Osamu Dazai asked gently as if he had read her heart.

"...How could it be? Who would be willing to sell it!" Taketori Che put away his pocket watch and mission letter very calmly, and replied nonchalantly, "I will cherish this gift! When I see it, I will think of you, boss. !"

"That would be the best, maybe someday I will spot check."

The black-haired leader narrowed his eyes, showing an expectant expression that was half a smile.

It wasn't until Taketori Che left the room completely that Nakahara Nakaya on the background wall finally spoke. If you look closely, his expression seems a bit strange: "Hey, Ao mako..."

"What's up slug."

"Do you want to chase that girl?" The young man with brown hair suppressed his complaints, "It's money, a pocket watch, and old family photos... Are you doing this for someone else? The treatment was great."

Dazai:?

"What, Chuya, why are you full of such useless love waste in your head, spring hasn't arrived yet." Osamu Dazai laughed at him calmly, "I just make the best use of everything, it's just a matter of fact. It’s just a way to buy people’s hearts.”

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at him for a few seconds, and finally looked away half-believingly: "You know better, and if you attack minors..."

"What will happen?" Dazai teased him deliberately.

Zhong also held back for a few seconds, but still yelled: "——It would be immoral!"

Osamu Dazai picked up a document to cover his narrow smile: "Oh. Then you think our current job is very moral?"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

So is it.

Mr. Nakahara Chuya thought sadly of Yokohama's outstanding citizen of the year and winner of "The City's Unknown Good Man" for three consecutive years.