The vest cannot be collapsed

On the following day, two securities industry practitioners who escaped from the magic world to engage in new types of fraud looked up and down, and the scene was once very embarrassing.

Regarding yesterday afternoon's wonderful oolong, Haruki Jushan just didn't expect that at first glance, this person is a social elite, a wolf of Wall Street, and the senior of the light of the stock exchange is actually a magician, but for Jianren Qihai, he has to worry There are many more things.

After a simple touch of spell power next to the izakaya that afternoon, he felt that Haruki Juyama's rating would definitely not be low, and it was absolutely impossible for him not to have been exposed to systematic spell learning.Then look at his level of knowledge when he writes that he did not even have basic textbook knowledge. It is very intriguing whether this national high school is a formal school, a junior college or a Kyoto school.

After all, when he was still in college, his classmates basically didn't take culture classes very much.

Thinking about it more deeply, neither the high school nor the Kyoto school will rashly expel students when they have not decided on their graduation direction. It is really not certain whether this junior is an adult or not.

Seeing Haruki Iyama, who had successfully fooled a rich man again, Jianren Qihai suddenly felt a sense of guilt for employing child labor from the depths of his heart.

The guilt of employing child labor even overwhelmed the annoyance that the indescribable slime finally fell into his hands yesterday. Jianren Qihai casually finished these tasks that were very simple to him, and continued to work. During the interval, he thought about what to do with San Qingshu.

He is just an ordinary worker, and he doesn't want to meet Wujo Wu, a student of Qianlixun.

——Senior Diva, a student of Qianlixun, is also not allowed.

Just when Jianren Qihai began to think about whether Gojo Satoru asked him for a student, whether he would sell the HR or the supervisor, the supervisor knocked on the glass door of the office.

"Everyone knows each other, right?" The supervisor seemed extremely excited, "Yama Haruki, a newcomer from our department who came yesterday."

He walked over and patted him on the shoulder vigorously, his tone full of pride and excitement: "One person has completed a few thorns that our group has been gnawing on for half a month!"

Jianren Qihai closed his eyes with a headache, and started again.

He just wants to go home early, why is the current company so keen on team building.

"So our department will go to the izakaya together tonight." Sure enough, the supervisor excitedly said.

He has no interest in drinking with a bunch of colleagues who have no communication other than work, Qihai Jianren silently began to save all the completed files in the computer, and prepared to find a reason to escape the meaningless team building.

"Haruki Jushan must come!" The executive's excited voice came through the air.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.If he is underage, can he really drink in an izakaya?

He should go with him tonight.

Jianren Qihai sighed, it seems that since this junior came, he has a lot of extra things, and now he is here to supervise whether this Schrödinger underage will drink tonight.

However, at this time, he couldn't imagine that there was no difference between him coming and not coming.

Because of Jushan Haruki's drinking capacity, it is almost equal to no bad.

Jianren Qihai felt his head hurting.

But obviously the colleagues who gathered on the other side didn't care whether he had a headache or not, Qihai Jianren struggled to push away those noisy colleagues surrounding him, and fished Haruki Jushan out of the crowd.

He doesn't drink much, and his wine taste is not good. When he is drunk, he starts to catch people and talk non-stop. Jianren Qihai let out a long sigh of relief after pushing this restless junior on the chair.

He was really afraid just now that Haruki Jushan would say something about the magic world with a flick of his lips.

But it seems that although he is very drunk, he still knows that there are some things that cannot be said outside.After Jianren Qihai fished him out of the crowd, he slowed down, and after confirming that the person in front of him was Jianren Qihai, he began to play drunk again.

"Senior, do you know?" This strange junior conjurer came to the izakaya, but he still wore the pair of leather gloves that he never took off.Haruki Jushan firmly grasped Jianren Qihai's arm through a pair of gloves and did not let go: "I had two good buddies when I was in school."

"No, there are only two buddies in our grade besides me."

Well, I can be sure that it is true that I learned it in the school of magic.How can other schools have so few people in one grade.

"I died...it was the same way before I left. My buddies and I went to drink with you..."

"No, I'm going to drink with my buddies."

How drunk is this?

Jianren Qihai: "...you should be sober."

The person in front of him obviously showed no signs of sobriety.He pulled himself to start talking about him and his buddies all the way from his high school life, then he had to leave school, and finally he talked about that he might be a head shorter than his buddies now.Jianren Nanami, the only person in the izakaya who was still sober, was at a loss, only understood that he did not drop out of school voluntarily.

Another being who was still awake in the izakaya silently pressed the record button.

It said to tell Jushan Haruki not to drink, don't drink, but he can't stand this pretentiousness with his little drinking capacity, who knows that Jushan Haruki, hey, just doesn't listen.

With the secret mechanism of the mission world, it is not worried that Haruki Jushan will shake off the existence of himself and the Administration.That being the case, the vicious soul of the system slowly awakened, and silently stored the video just recorded in the deepest part of the memory.

The other colleagues in the izakaya were getting louder and louder. Jianren Qihai thought about it and decided to send the younger generation home first. When it is not clear whether he is still a minor, it is better to let him and these drunk adults People are better together.

With difficulty, he pulled Jushan Haruki's arm and put it on his shoulder, intending to send him home according to the address on his resume.

The two staggered out of the izakaya's door. Before Jianren Qihai was ready to take a taxi, a familiar voice came from the right: "Hey, good evening."

Gojo Satoru shook the dessert in his hand with a smile.

The system that just saved the video secretly cursed a Tokyo swearword.Don't come early, don't come late, but at this time, Wujo Wu really knows how to pick the time.

Haruki Jushan would be so drunk that he would be unconscious, and the only sober person next to him knew his identity as a conjurer. After being discovered in front of Gojo Satoru, the little white flower would collapse without eliminating any psychological shadows. Let's move on to the next task.

"It's been a few years since we met last time. What are you doing now?" Fortunately, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to be planning to come across the road. He was standing on the edge of the road with desserts, separated by a wide avenue and Qi Haijian. people say hello.

"Senior Gojo." Jianren Nanami struggled to support Haruki Yoshiyama, whose head was buried on his shoulder, and greeted Gojo Satoru.

"I'm building a fund." He originally wanted to talk about securities, but who knew that the moment he said the words, he thought of the fund that Ju Shanqingshu bought or fell, and he said the wrong thing.

"The fund...it's good." Gojo Satoru waved his hand, obviously not paying attention to the drunk man he was supporting.

The system silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when Gojo Satoru was about to turn around and leave, Haruki Juyama, who strangely recovered a little sanity at this time, said suddenly: "Don't get close to the fund! You will become unlucky!"

Gojo Satoru, who was about to leave, turned his head with interest.

The system raised his throat in one breath, wishing he could slap this scoundrel to death immediately.

"What happened to the fund?" He asked enthusiastically.

"The fund..." Jushan Haruki buried his head on Qihai Jianren's shoulder and cried, "As a person who has been here, my advice is not to come here!"