The Central Plains cadres who exploded A

"When is it, Dazai, can't you have a sense of urgency?" Mori Ogai was really anxious, and even found out the phone numbers of Natsume-sensei and his old partner, "Your life is in danger at any time now. "

Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Nakaya were suddenly interrupted by the annoyed Mori Ogai, and took out their National Health Insurance card with an innocent face, "Mr. Mori, have you forgotten? Neither I nor Nakahara have arrived yet, we are children! "

The words that Mori Ogai used to prevaricate Osamu Dazai were thrown back not long after, his face was livid with anger.

Ozaki Koyo signaled them to go to rest first, and leave these troublesome matters to their adults.

"Oh, that's right." Osamu Dazai was afraid that Mori Ogai would not be angry enough, so he retreated to the door and added, "Because Chuya said that I would hand it over to you, so I arranged for Tanaka to handle the transfer this morning. , now the owner of this house is you, Mr. Mori! It is you who face risks and need to work hard to protect assets. It is you, it is you, or you.”

"Remember to give a share. Recently, Zhongye and I have no money, and I will give a share to Zhongye..."

Osamu Dazai squatted suddenly, dodging the teacup thrown by Mr. Mori, and said aloud: "As expected of Mr. Mori, he just got rich a day ago, and he used a gold teacup to smash people, you local tyrant!" said Withdrew after finishing, Tuliu Mori Ogai almost died of anger on the spot.

Koyo Ozaki covered her mouth with her wide sleeve, and said two good words: "Osamu Dazai is just childish, and you see how much they love you, so they put things in your name right away."

If Osamu Dazai didn't know that huge wealth meant trouble, and he said hundreds of nice words, Mori Ogai wouldn't believe it either.

It's just that since Osamu Dazai said he would be a public servant, there is absolutely no possibility of deceiving him. He really doesn't have the courage to hand over so much money to him easily, and he really doesn't have the courage. This kind of junior doesn't know it's teaching. Succeeded, or failed.

As a mafia, he doesn't even have the basic professional ethics of loving money like his life.

Mori Ogai pursed his lips and shook his head helplessly, preparing for the next tough battle.

A bit of pride and anxiety flashed in my heart: Osamu Dazai paid too much attention to feelings. As a teacher, this is a good thing, but as a mafia, this is also a weakness of popularity.

The new information in front of him was sent again, and Mori Ogai cheered up, preparing for a big battle with the unknown enemy.

"Wait, this time seems familiar." Mori Ogai looked a little familiar with the time when this family was prosperous.

"It's the Black Organization!" Koye Ozaki reacted quickly: "I only interrogated the members of the Black Organization two days ago. After Maru Renya's death, who is in control of this organization, and is there any government power behind the frequent changes of property owners?"

Mori Ogai frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple, and it was safer to hold back for the time being than to take the initiative.

On a new day, Mori Ogai, who had been busy all night, lay on the sofa in the lobby and slept lightly. A smell of food woke him up from someone's dream. It turned out that it was Nakaya-kun and Hongye-kun cooking in the kitchen.

The traditional Japanese breakfast is not as romantic as the food in the western restaurant, but there is a kind of home that I have not felt for many years. Mr. Nakaya is wearing a taupe-colored apron, without the tit-for-tat confrontation with Dazai in the past. It really looks like an Omega beauty.

Nakahara also called Osamu Dazai upstairs, and the call was hung up within a few seconds, the first call, and the second call.

Without dialing the third phone number, Zhong Yuanzhong took off his apron and went upstairs angrily.

The sound from upstairs passed through the metal to the bottom, and Mori Ogai vaguely heard the voice of Osamu Dazai crying for help, followed by a cry for help, and there was a jingle of bells, the escaped Osamu Dazai seemed to be caught, howling. He was dragged by his collar and walked down the stairs.

Even the well-informed Mori Ogai wondered if he had neglected Osamu Dazai's usual education too much. He was too down-to-earth to show off his ability to lie in bed with Omega. No Omega would be willing to be with this kind of Alpha. together.

The extra-sturdy Osamu Dazai dragged his legs on the floor and greeted Ozaki Momiji and Mori Ogai naturally.

After being dumped at the dining table, Osamu Dazai was a good guy full of energy again: "Mr. Mori, you look like you have pockmarks on your face now, scabs all over your face."

Look, he is full of energy.Mori Ogai will recall the year when he brought Osamu Dazai alone. Although this child is smart, he still behaves like a little adult all day long. It is a silent oil painting.

Unlike now, if you don't beat him up, you will feel that you have treated yourself badly.

Nakahara also served miso soup for Osamu Dazai, and by the way, his head bounced on Osamu Dazai's head, making people talk "Ouch", and turning around was another lively meal.

Mori Ogai suddenly felt that the home life he longed for just now was ridiculous. If Osamu Dazai existed every day in his home life, he would probably have been bald long ago. Not left, shiny.

The life of the Mafia port is still a flash of swords and swords. The K powder cut from the black organization last time was also re-dissolved into an anesthetic and delivered to the hospital.

However, such a day would at best make him tired, and he would not have to face the bald existence of Osamu Dazai at all—at least he would not have to face it after class.

Mori Ogai contacted Mr. Natsume, hoping to second a tight-lipped spatial ability user, but was told that there was a shortage of talents, and asked him to search for it among the people waiting for transportation at the dock.

Mori Ogai had no choice but to give up taking shortcuts and try to find a way to take away those gold thieves.

Although the gold has not arrived in the warehouse of Mafia at the port, Mori Ogai has already figured out how to use the funds.

When the port Mafia has only hundreds of millions of assets, it is the best choice to check and balance with other forces.

But now, Mori Ogai already has the capital, and it is a waste of resources to stick to the night. The "Three Moment Concept" originally needed to be balanced. Now his financial resources have far surpassed the Secret Service and Butei, simply suppressing his own development It is a waste.

It's time to break up!

Of course, considering the optimal solution, he can completely incorporate the Supernatural Secret Service and the Armed Detective Agency, but he still needs to investigate a little bit before that.

What is the intricate relationship between the leader behind the black organization and its development intentions, and the infiltrating spies.

Before, Mori Ogai was just too angry that the black organization used the precious anesthetic in the operating room as a drug, causing a waste of resources, and he had to bite whatever he said, without thinking about the consequences, and continued to stay in the Yokohama base camp.

But since he plans to use the black organization's reserve funds now, completely eliminating the black organization is the future goal. Before that, he needs to collect some internal information about the black organization.

At the moment, Mori Ogai, the leader of Mafia at the port, is so busy that he forgets to eat and sleep, and it is all up to Alice to help him survive.On the other end, Osamu Dazai, who is a quasi-cadre, took Nakahara Chu, just like an elementary school student after school, planning to go on a trip to get a bonus.

"Chuya~, I don't have any money anymore." Osamu Dazai curled the end of Chuya Nakahara's hair around his index finger, and rubbed it against the other's ear, "Isn't Chuya going to be paid? Give me some pocket money How about the money? I’m looking at a batch of silk bandages, which are cool and breathable and won’t cover prickly heat, so I want them.”

Nakahara Chuya sighed, he didn't know that Osamu Dazai's clothes would remain the same throughout the year, so why did he have to compete with bandages, wouldn't it be better if he didn't want to wear bandages if he was too hot?

In summer, I need silk bandages, and in winter, I need fleece and thicker ones. I don’t even wear long johns, and I wear bandages to keep warm.

Reluctantly, his partner during Osamu Dazai was quite sincere, Nakahara had no choice but to nod, and agreed to go to the finance department with him to collect his salary.

"Mr. Dazai, this is your salary for this month." The new accountant smiled sweetly, and still winked at Osamu Dazai ambiguously.

Osamu Dazai transferred his salary to Chuya without batting an eyelid to make up for the loss caused by the bombing of the kitchen, and then gave him pocket money while waiting expectantly.

Chuya Nakahara has two zeros more money than Osamu Dazai. Except for the same salary, it is a high bonus that is put in another card. If you take out the salary card casually, Nakahara Chuya doesn’t even look at it, just stuff it in. into the pocket on Osamu Dazai's chest.

As for why he accepted Osamu Dazai's salary card but gave Osamu Dazai his own salary card?The reason for asking is because the two are partners. As for how much water the partner has and whether the relationship has changed qualitatively, it is beyond the reach of outsiders.

Osamu Dazai received Chuya's salary card, but he seemed to feel that Chuya touched his chest when he put the card in just now, and his expression remained the same as before. Dazai suspected that his perception was wrong. Open your face, put your head down and rush out.

The treasurer thought that his gesture of showing favor had offended Dazai's quasi-cadres, and was so frightened that tears were about to fall.

"Don't worry! He just got his salary and went out to spend it." Zhongyuan Zhong also carefully comforted the rare highly educated accountant at the port Mafia, "He should come back when his salary is spent in two days. He is not narrow-minded. People, as long as you don't think about unnecessary things, just unbutton the button to show your favor, the usual method of the wandering warblers, even though you are willing to degenerate, but he will not use cruel means to deal with you."

Some words of reassurance are tantamount to nothing. Although the finance minister no longer worries about being dealt with by the quasi-cadre Dazai, he faces the contempt of the quasi-cadre Chuya and suspects that he has stepped on the thunder point of the quasi-cadre Zhongyuan without knowing it. Nervous His face turned pale.

But Osamu Dazai rushed out of the port with his salary and Mafia immediately changed his face. The original anger on his face was replaced by laziness immediately after leaving the scope of work.

Slowly, I wandered to the shops I usually go to.

In the evening, Osamu Dazai sat lazily in the bar, except for the glass of wine in front of him and the cute three-coloured cat, everything outside the house had nothing to do with him.As for Nakahara Chuya, who still has to watch the kitchen renovation at home after get off work?What does that have to do with him? It's because the pot doesn't work well, and the fire started by itself.