Port Mafia Writing Diary

The job Reborn described was simple.

Need to work even now...

"Adjust the size of the photo, add a filter, enlarge it and send it to Peng Gelie to put on the giant screen of the advertisement. Now the question is, why did you post such an embarrassing photo of Sawada?" I tilted my head and thought, I must say that reborn is very picky In the photo, Tsunayoshi Sawada has red eyes, looking up at the camera, looking extraordinarily innocent and weak.

"Our first endorsement for the next ten generations has come out." Reborn casually said something in Italian.

I turned my head to look at Iemitsu Sawada. His face was full of confusion, but he said it directly, "The name of a famous high-end private kindergarten. Unexpectedly, you still took this job for him."

"Who made Stupid Future prove that he has a high commercial value, and catch good seedlings from now on."

"Tsk. Mr. Reborn, you can settle accounts." I immediately admired it.

Reborn raised the corner of his mouth, "This is just the beginning."

Kudaimu asked Sawada Iemitsu and Reborn about the endorsement of Sawada Tsunayoshi.

I waited for them to say the same thing before I told Reborn: "I won't leave Yokohama. If I want to work, I can only do it remotely."

"No problem." Reborn spoke happily at this time.

He quickly thought of something and told me about Neji Hyuga.

"The caged bird on the boy's forehead is very special, and we took a lot of effort to deal with it. At present, the boy has agreed to join the mafia school with Tsuna and the others."

"That's good. Anyway, he has no one to get along with when he goes back." I said without thinking.

Reborn added, "But our researchers are interested in caged birds. Asano, it depends on when you bring people over."

"Mr. Reborn's words make me look like a sex trafficker." I clicked my tongue and made a gesture to leave, when his voice came from behind, "About the damage you caused when you worked in Balian—"

"Mr. Reborn, what is the relationship between us. Don't worry, I will definitely bring someone here as soon as possible."

When I thought about it later, it seemed that the damage I had brought to Balian before was also worth nine figures.

After finalizing the matter, I couldn't wait to return to Oda's house clutching my injured heart.

As soon as I closed any door, I drank cold water grievously, and suddenly someone grabbed my wrist, and I turned my head to see that it was Oda Sakunosuke.

He was a little worried, so he pulled me to sit down together, "Ling, what happened?"

I quickly took his hand and complained about what reborn had done just now, but Oda Sakunosuke's attention was on another point.

"Neiji Hyuga is doing well now."

"That's right. He seems to be a little fatter. It seems that the food is good, and he played well with the gang of Sawada Tsunayoshi."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt wronged and asked Oda Sakunosuke to coax me.

"Okay, how does Ling want me to coax you?" He said so seriously, but I didn't know what to do.

"Well, Sakunosuke should praise me more." In a flash of inspiration, I thought of the correct way to get along with lovers that Nozaki Umetaro said before.At this time, you should let the other party see your own advantages and deepen your favorability.

"Praise." He rubbed his chin, fell into deep thought, and spoke only when I could hardly bear the urging, "Ling is very talented, and can write unconstrained, novel and unique stories."

"...What else?" I puffed my cheeks, took a pen and wrote 'Oda Sakunosuke-1' on a piece of paper.

He looked over curiously, and I said it reluctantly, "The first advantage that Sakunosuke said is not counted. A story that you think is good may not be good for others."

Obviously I want him to praise me from the lover's point of view, thinking that I am his favorite person.As a result, he brought up the topic immediately.

"Not."

"Ling's works are really great. It's just that your follow-up works have achieved good results, but the editorial department can't find you, and there is no way to hold a public celebration party for you..."

Again!

Mentioning this, Oda Sakunosuke was so excited.

His eyes flashed brightly, and when he spoke, he was gentle and full of sincerity, and every sentence he said captured the details of my novel extremely accurately.

Some of them were even foreshadowing that I wrote casually when I was bored, and he also said it...

"never mind."

"The help of the work is the help of the work, and you are still the same."

I took the initiative to hug him, but he didn't move. I deliberately blew hot air into his ear, and said in a low voice, "Do you know what I want to write the most? Imprisoning Sasuke, called Zuozhi forever." I can only see me alone, it should be very interesting to write such a story."

"Ling, wait a minute..."

His voice was messed up.

I smirked and was about to let him go.

But at this time his mobile phone rang, I stopped to look, and saw Oda Sakunosuke's expression was subtle after he answered the phone.

He quickly turned to look at me, "Ling, I need to go out."

"Why?" I glanced at the time, and said confidently: "It's already past ten o'clock. Mr. Oda, you need to get used to living in someone's care."

"It's Dazai. That guy left the Port Mafia on the grounds that he wanted to debut and pursue his dream, but he didn't expect to quickly enter an agency these days, become a manager, and rush into the current office with two artists. In the hot talent show variety show. The problem now is that his artist has been hijacked by someone with a heart..."

"I want to go with you!"

Before he could speak, I raised my hand excitedly, "I watched that talent show! Tell me quickly, which artist Dazai is leading, as long as I sign, I will definitely not harass them."

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

——What should I do if I suddenly don’t want to go to help?

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In fact, we didn’t know until we went there that Osamu Dazai had basically forced the group of people who kidnapped his artists to kneel down in panic, crying and saying that they were forced to do this.

Manager Dazai Osamu was wearing a white shirt and black suit pants.

He looked a little less dark and dangerous than before, and his smile was too sunny, and he put his hand on the robber's shoulder, not afraid of the gun in the robber's hand.

"I know your pain, and it doesn't matter."

"From now on, the safety of my artists depends on you to protect..."

The robber froze for a moment, not thinking about the meaning behind Osamu Dazai's words, his voice trembling: "What are you talking about?"

Osamu Dazai was about to speak, when we came over, a group of staff stood outside in fear, watching Osamu Dazai negotiating with the robbers alone.

Seeing this scene, Oda Sakunosuke blurted out: "I should inform Ango to celebrate Dazai later."

"Congratulations on his success in his new job?" I guessed what he was thinking and was about to ask him for a compliment.

As a result, Oda Sakunosuke's expression froze in the next second, and he rushed in instantly, covering Dazai Osamu, avoiding the bullet that was originally shot through the glass window.

The others were almost scared to death seeing this scene.

But Osamu Dazai stood firm, and greeted Oda Sakunosuke very naturally, "Oh, Oda Saku, long time no see. This group of people is really too much. I managed to get rid of Quanna, and ended up with this kind of thing .”

"Okay, Dazai, I'll deal with those hiding in the dark. Old rules."

Oda Sakunosuke disappeared the next moment, I sighed, walked over and said quietly to Oda Sakunosuke: "It's too much. You are in the entertainment industry, and you don't even tell me."

"Well, Mr. Sen still refuses to believe that I will give up everything to enter the entertainment industry." He smiled.

"Hey, are you afraid of Mr. Mori? I thought you had a good relationship with him." I sighed, "I thought it was rare to see a mafia respect a teacher."

"Ouch. Who would be afraid of that old man." Osamu Dazai shook his hands again and again, "He likes to think too much about everything. I don't want to be stuck in the position of the port mafia like him, crying for the hair that falls out every day."

"Boss will do this kind of thing again!" I regained my energy, my eyes lit up, and I was so excited that I recorded this incident directly on my phone.

Seeing this, Dazai generously shared with me other problems of Mori Ogai, which enriched my memo at once.

I took the initiative to step forward and hold his hand, "I can't see it, so Dazai cares so much about Mr. Mori. The master-student relationship is really good."

vomit--

Almost at the same time, the voices of two people sounded.

Osamu Dazai in front of him and Ogai Mori at the door both vomited.