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

The night was dark, and the five black buildings standing in the port had many floors and rooms with weak lights even at this point in time. Obviously, like many commercial office buildings in Japan, this is a group of modern buildings full of sad social animals. .

At this moment, Taketori Che was also very sad.

"What are you playing! It turns out that the 'secret mission that cannot be known by the people of the organization' is to let me secretly help you to work overtime and write materials!"

The girl breathed out the fragrance irritably, while burying her head in the document and writing quickly.

And the real culprit was sitting on the sofa beside him playing with his mobile phone. He was not angry when he heard this, but just replied casually: "Well, I'm playing with you."

Taketori Che:? ? ?

Senior, if you talk like this again, I will report you for workplace harassment.

There was a reason why she was here—a closed room save for paper files and a computer.

After agreeing to get rid of his father with Tsushima Yozo, the other party said that those privately released tasks would never affect her normal logistics work... Taketori Che originally thought that he could do it in the name of the young master. The port mafia is bluffing and defrauding, but who knows that what they are facing is overtime? !

So she was doing logistics in the third maintenance team during the day, and came to work overtime to organize files for the garbage seniors after get off work at night.

...This kind of behavior of squeezing the value of newcomers really "does not affect normal work"!Thank you!

"Don't think so, after all, I, Tsushima Hazo, am not a devil."

The black-haired young man raised his eyes from the mobile phone message, and said some famous lines happily.

"How about this, as long as you, Harada, give me a personal subsidy of [-] yen for each completed document, how about it?"

"Are you sending beggars away!" Taketori Che was indignant, "You have the ability to change the yen unit into US dollars!"

"Then I will have no money." The handsome guy with a handsome figure said with a smile, "[-] yen, do you want to do it?"

Taketori Che opened his mouth because of the excessive shock, and after a few seconds he shouted: "You still lowered the price?!"

"One thousand yen."

"Okay, okay! I accept, I accept! You were Grandet in your last life!"

"No, it's not. It's just that if you spend too much money at one time, even if I am... I will be beaten by him."

"Huh? Senior, what did you say just now, the voice is so low, is it more loud than that of mosquitoes?"

"It's nothing."

In fact, calculated in this way, a document of [-] yen is almost equivalent to the price of a luxury bento in a convenience store, which is a surprise.

Therefore, Taketori Che didn't care too much about discounts and discounts. Anyway, the so-called overtime work is actually a way to get closer to the high floors in advance - you can't bring her in with a black cloth all over her eyes, right?

not to mention……

The girl looked down at the boring report in her hand about the smuggling of some steel products by shipping. She seemed to be absorbed in it, but her eyes were empty, and her consciousness had entered the "other pair of eyes".

In the corner of the corridor outside the room, there was a big brown-black cockroach lying quietly in the shadow of the stairwell, its tentacles swaying slightly in the air, waiting for an opportunity to investigate.

Yeah!She can manipulate Xiaoqiang as her other pair of eyes, and go to some inconvenient places to investigate in advance. The investigation range is 100 meters away from her as the center.

This feeling is actually quite strange, as if an ordinary human being suddenly entered a kingdom of giants, all giants are countless times taller than themselves, and they can easily trample themselves to death with every gesture... By the way, Xiaoqiang With a certain subtle, hate-inducing air, most people can't help but persecute and even kill this innocent and poor little creature when they see it.Among them, Taketori Che, the crumb summoner, is the iconic figure.

In fact, just before entering the door, Taketori Che hid Brother Qiang in the anti-skid groove of her shoe sole. When she followed Tsushima Yezo into the door, the cockroach found a place to hide according to her instructions, and waited for the next one Order.

Now Taketori Che is sneaking fish under the eyes of Senior Garbage, taking this opportunity to use Xiaoqiang to secretly detect the distribution of these floors.After all, there is an unwritten rule in the Hong Kong and Hei Building, that is, the higher the level, the more important the person staying.Therefore, grassroots personnel can only carry out daily activities and work on the floors below the [-]th floor. If they go up, they must have orders from cadres and above to be allowed to pass.

The floor where Taketori Che is staying now is only six floors away from the floor where the target person's office is located!

If she had figured out where the office of the Hong Kong gang leader was in advance, she would have shot him with an RPG!

However, just as Taketori Che was controlling Brother Qiang and running around on the cockroach's fast short legs, this "vision sharing" was suddenly turned off!

Taketori opened his eyes suddenly, and found that Tsushima Hazo's handsome face wearing gold-rimmed glasses was about to press on the bridge of his nose at some point.Looking at it this way, it looks as scary as a shot that jumps out instantly in a horror movie.

The girl's heart skipped a beat because of subconscious panic.

Dangerous!

She seemed to see a bloody red Chinese character popping out of her forehead suddenly, heralding some bad results.

"Huh? What is Harada doing?" The black-haired young man smiled nonchalantly, and let go of the hand that was holding the back of her hand.

Taketori Che was puzzled, his thoughts hadn't returned to normal from the sudden power failure just now: "Am I okay...?"

Hazo Tsushima smiled all over his face, looking very kind and kind: "Are you too tired? It's normal and normal. After all, it's reasonable for you to be unfamiliar with the business on the first day. Anyway, you wrote me ten materials and three reports. It's time to get off work, I will give you a holiday in advance, let's go back~"

"what??"

It wasn't until he was kicked out of the Port Mafia Building that Taketori looked back at the Port Mafia Building in the dark with a solemn expression, that he remembered what he had said about Billy earlier——Senior Tsushima's ability can make people feel "sluggish." "a feeling of.

...So, I was wilted by him?

startled.

This dog man is simply poisonous.

With such doubts in mind, Taketori Che wanted to continue working overtime the next night to find out what was going on with the floor structure and Tsushima's ability, but the hot chicken senior sent her a text message.

"Eh? No need to work overtime today... Do you want me to secretly pick him up at the station at nine o'clock tomorrow morning? What the hell, is his secret lover finally bringing an illegitimate child of unknown origin to harm him?" Taketori Che was very malicious. guessed.

But it’s fine if you can’t work overtime, and you can’t starve to death without a document subsidy, so Taketori Che decided to temporarily divert to catch a meal.

So she took out her mobile phone address book and looked up everyone's name seriously.

Don't get me wrong, this person is not looking at who has a good relationship with him, but is looking at how long it has been since the last "sweeping" time...

Then Taketori Che quickly selected the target of tonight's fleece - her nominal immediate boss, Captain Keita Honda!

Like many mafia members, the middle-aged captain fell into a family and marital crisis—his wife chose to divorce because he could not bear the risk of his work, and took his son who had just entered junior high school to work and live in Kanagawa County.Therefore, Keita Honda could only pitifully pay the two mothers regular living expenses, and would pick up his son to live in Yokohama for a week or two when his son was on a long vacation.But recently, his son has entered puberty and is very manic and rebellious, which makes Honda even more troublesome.

Generally speaking, this boss is a poor single person. I believe that if Taketori Che asks him to chat with him for a meal, the other party will definitely not refuse.

As expected, Honda did not refuse after receiving her Cengfan call, and sent her the address of the izakaya, and Taketori Che rushed over all the way.

——No way, there is a charge for public transport.Therefore, when Taketori Che lived in Tokyo before, he used to steal cars for a long time when he traveled.

My Los Santos car god, can things about cars be called stealing?That's called "borrowing"!

The izakaya is not big, and the food is not expensive, so I don’t feel too much guilt when I pick up the wool, and I will go back and cover up troublesome things like leaving early for work and leaving early for my boss.

Uncle Honda was drinking sake with a plate of boiled edamame in salt water and a small bowl of wasabi tofu with soy sauce, but he generously ordered her a beef rice bowl set and a few skewers.

Taketori Che ate with great relish, and praised his middle-aged boss while eating. Anyway, a few casual compliments don't cost money.

In fact, anything tastes better than raw egg soy sauce bibimbap.

Hearing these rainbow farts, Keita Honda just smiled plainly and continued drinking.Under the dim yellow light of the izakaya, his hair reflected a greasy light.

"That...captain, I've been meaning to ask a question. Don't be angry."

"Ask Harada."

"How many days do you wash your hair?"

The boss's face stiffened for a few seconds, and then he let out a sigh of relief: "I wash it every day, but my hair is naturally oily, and I can't change it."

"Okay." Taketori Che continued to ask without the slightest guilt of poking someone's sore spot, "Then why not make it a flat hair style that is easier to clean?"

Hearing this question, Honda's hand holding the small wine glass froze for a few seconds, "Sakura...it's just my ex-wife, who likes my hairstyle with a little longer hair."

Taketori Che:?

Then your wife is really a strange person... No, since she is divorced, it means that she may not like this hairstyle that much either.

Unexpectedly, after drinking the wine in his hand, Honda turned to ask her: "I never asked Harada, why do you want to do this?"

Taketori Che immediately thought of a suitable excuse: "Because the salary is high!"

"That's true. Compared with the ordinary working class, the wages of us low-level members are several times higher." Honda refilled his glass calmly, "But...life can't be just for money, but also for the sake of money. There are many, very important people and things. This is the truth I only understood after the divorce."

Taketori looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly understood something: "I think the captain's ability seems to be quite suitable for fighting...?"

"I used to work in Dazai's cadre's team." Honda didn't hide his past, "It's just that the cadre seems to have gone abroad to carry out some secret mission that has been latent for a long time, so in order not to waste resources, we old subordinates Temporarily reassigned to another department. Actually, I could go to any combat unit of the Port Mafia, but I happened to be divorced at that time... So, came to the logistics department."

Taketori Che put the beef slices into his mouth, and nodded vaguely: "Hmm, I've heard of that person's name, but I don't know what he looks like."

Who made the information of the cadres of the port mafia confidential? If you find more detailed information from an underground intelligence agency, it will not only be expensive, but the intelligence agency may turn around and sell the matter to Hong Kong gangsters.

This is not very cost-effective for Taketori Che, especially a former cadre who was thrown out of the country... What use can buying his information be?

"He..." Keita Honda looked up at the ceiling of the izakaya that had been tainted by smoke and fire for many years, with a look of reminiscence on his face, "He is a very capable, but also very powerful young man."

After all, he looked down at the young junior who was working hard, and there was a little more tenderness in his eyes unconsciously.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't met that person before, almost every newcomer who joined his team would be severely teased and tested by him. Those who can't survive will be kicked out of the team, and the unlucky ones will even be handed over to the team directly. Being interrogated by the torture team... can be called strict."

"So, Harada, take advantage of your youth to make more money in the past few years, and then quit here with a name like 'Shoutai Society' and do something you like."

But my interest is to make money.

At this moment, Taketori Che finally finished the last grain of rice in the bowl. She raised her head and condemned her boss who persuaded her to quit the company: "Captain Honda! I never thought you would be such a person who wants to pry into the corner of the organization!"

Honda didn't panic, he just smiled faintly: "Chat after drinking, you can listen to it or not."

The girl giggled and rubbed her hands together, "But if someone can buy me a drink, I'll probably lose my memory and forget some of what I heard tonight."

After all, she narrowed her eyes, like a kitten who has stolen dried fish: "After all, I found out——Captain, you are as nagging as my father tonight."

Facing his wife's divorce and his own son's adolescent rebelliousness, the middle-aged boss was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing: "Boss, give my junior an extra glass of cold beer!"

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Taketori Che naturally has no father.

To be precise, her father passed away many years ago, and I believe his old man's spirit in heaven would not mind being used by his daughter as a cover for the thousand and one time to fool others.

As for those in the mercenary business, people have to say what they say, and they have to say nonsense.As long as the money is in place, even oneself can be killed.

So the next morning, the hangover Taketori Che drove the red Ferrari sports car lent to him by Hazo Tsushima (Taketori Che: The young master is rich!), while belching, driving through the morning. When she got up to work in traffic, she had already forgotten about the chat with her boss last night.

In the end, she didn't see the guest who was said to be picked up by herself at the gate of the agreed station.

So Taketori Che got out of the car and looked for it. A few minutes later, he found the respondent in a souvenir shop not far from the gate, as if he was picking out some commemorative shirts.

If the other party just looked at the back, he looked like a tall and healthy young man, with short black hair that was a little bit fried, and he looked quite energetic.

"Hello." Taketori looked curiously at the backpack on his back that didn't match the black suit, "Is this Mr. Takeshi Yamamoto?"

The man named Takeshi Yamamoto turned around, with a warm smile on his face, reminiscent of a sunny day: "Yes, I am! May I ask who you are?"

"I am the commissioner of Port Logistics Co., Ltd. who is in charge of picking you up and your team." Taketori Che announced the name of the legal cloak that Gang Hei wore on the surface. "By the way, Mr. Yamamoto, where is your team?"

"...Yes." Takeshi Yamamoto looked around with a confused look on his face, "Where's my team?"

"???"