long-lived centenarian leader

It's over, but not quite over.

Osamu Dazai jumped from the top floor of the Port Mafia and jumped to three months ago.

There are still familiar documents on the table, the coffee in hand is still warm, and a white greeting card is placed on top of the documents.

"I wish you a happy life, smooth love, successful career, and a long life."

Longevity.

Why in the world would someone curse him so viciously?

A dark room, a dark mood.

After calming down, Osamu Dazai finished all the work with a deadpan face.

With the previous experience, he has been maintaining a high-speed brain to solve these things faster and more perfectly than the last time.

Although there are other things to do, he is not in the mood now.

Turning on the phone, he glanced at the disturbing date and the time of six o'clock in the afternoon.

Osamu Dazai decides to go out for a drink.

Secretary Akutagawa Gin hesitated to speak, but he still didn't dare to open his mouth to question the other party's decision.

The port mafia that ruled Yokohama was ruthlessly ruled by this thin and gentle man in front of him.

No one can question him, even lacking the courage to look directly at him.

Yokohama, ruled by the Mafia, is more cold and chaotic than in the book, but generally speaking, it is normal and orderly.

Although this order is cold and ruthless.

Osamu Dazai did not intend to give Fyodor's forces the opportunity to infiltrate Yokohama too much, so he was not so flexible in management.

Other things should have been a headache for the heirs.

Walking closer to the Armed Detective Agency, the atmosphere here is more ordinary and lively. The music in the bar is transmitted to the street, which is an old song that is not rock and roll.

The light at the door has been turned on, casting a light-colored figure on the floor tiles.

Odasaku won't be here today.

So Osamu Dazai went in with confidence, and ordered a glass of beer with ice hockey.

The boss still looked so quiet and didn't say much. After giving him beer, he began to wipe the glasses.

The guest took the initiative to talk to him: "Boss, do you have any reason to open a bar here?"

The boss put the wiped cup upside down on the tray, and there was a short and crisp collision between the glasses. He stroked the callus on his thumb and said: "Because of love and habit. I think my life is very good now, and I may not be able to answer it." your doubts."

Osamu Dazai is a person whose life is not bad all the time.

So why is it necessary to continue such a life?

Osamu Dazai finished his drink, took everything that happened before as a dream, and continued to push forward his plan in an orderly and fast manner.

As long as you work hard, you can spend three months in no time.

Osamu Dazai stood on the top floor of the port mafia building, and the words of Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa gradually became distorted. He looked at the sky that was gradually moving away, and listened to the whistling wind.

He yearns for an end.

There is no end at all, or even a new beginning.

This time back to half a year ago.

Familiar tables, familiar greeting cards.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

He didn't quite understand why such a thing as rebirth didn't happen to the person who wanted it to happen, but to torture a person like him who wanted to rest.

Fate is always ruthless.

He has already compromised once, as an untouchable friend.

Now it seems time to compromise a second time.

Go to hell.

Osamu Dazai, who was not in a good mood, tore up the greeting card and threw it into the trash can, barely finished the work, and then called Chuya Nakahara.

Nakahara was still wearing his own suit and coat, as well as his tasteless hat. The only difference from usual was that the tied lock of hair was a little loose.

It was probably blown by the wind on the way back.

Zhong Yuanzhong also maintained superficial respect: "Boss, what do you want from me?"

Osamu Dazai: "It's nothing, you can go down."

Central Plains Chuya:?

He looked suspiciously at Osamu Dazai, unable to see anything from the masked face, so he left in response.

Osamu Dazai calmed down after shaming his subordinates, and took out a copy from the already processed documents.

He remembered that there were some changes in this plan later.

Back all the way back, just to make some adjustments.

As he was working, Osamu Dazai suddenly remembered the third word of blessing written on the greeting card, "Successful career", and looking at the documents in his hand, he felt that they smelled like they would kill him for a long life.

Putting down the pen in his hand somewhat defiantly, Osamu Dazai stood up, wanting to rest after a long absence.

I'm tired, let's do this first.

The luxurious sofa in the chief's office played its role for the first time in these years, allowing the owner to rest on it.

Even with the extreme lack of sleep, he should have been vigilant and light sleep, but this time Osamu Dazai slept very deeply, black and dreamless.

Gin Akutagawa, who came in with the new documents, saw the sleeping leader and opened his eyes wide in surprise. After recovering, he came in lightly, put the documents on the table, and then covered the leader with a blanket.

When Osamu Dazai woke up again, there was a large circle of people around him.

Secretary, several cadres and a large group of doctors.

He asked calmly, "How long have I been asleep?"

Akutagawa Silver: "About 48 hours."

There was no monitoring in the leader's office, and she could only count from the time she saw the leader sleeping.

After sleeping for too long, my breathing is also very weak, and my heartbeat is even more slow and calm.

Everyone almost thought he was going to die.

"I can't experience such a happy death like dying peacefully in my sleep." As if he had guessed their thoughts, Osamu Dazai joked with them with a smile.

After examining his body, the doctor seemed to have seen some medical miracle, and said with great surprise: "Boss's physical condition is much better now than it was a week ago. It seems that as long as he takes a good rest, many problems can be cured. "

Osamu Dazai suddenly had the illusion that a group of people surrounded him and whispered in his ear, "You will surely live a long life".

It was a little difficult for him to maintain his smile, and he lowered the corner of his mouth and said, "If you have no work to report, go out."

After working tirelessly for 24 hours, Osamu Dazai looked at the greeting card on the table with himself framed in a black gold photo frame, gave up trying to burn it, and put his hand on it on the table.

If you can't change it, do something else.

Osamu Dazai turned off the work documents on the computer, clicked into a forum, and started to read from the latest one.

#Is there any way to make a group of old things stop fighting against me#

He clicked in.

The poster described his current situation in concise language: When I was a student, I used to fight against the upper class, and now I am going to join them, but they do not welcome me and even make me stumbling.Is there any good idea that is simple and feasible without thinking about killing them for the time being?

Floor 1: Isn't this only for school directors to join?

The landlord (the best teacher in the world) replied to the first floor: I can also be regarded as a school manager.

Floor 2: Generally speaking, there is only one option to join forces.

The landlord replied to the second floor: It is absolutely impossible, I would rather choose to kill them all.

Floor 3: I also hope that my superiors will not fight against me, but they always think I am stupid.

……

Floor 30: Leave it alone, this is not a question we can answer with a monthly salary of 20.

There are not many people who answer the questions seriously, and after the 30th floor, the contents of the 30th floor are copied and pasted.

The landlord was very sad, and after repeatedly emphasizing "prohibition of copying and disorderly buildings", he activated the banknote ability.

Landlord: If the suggestion is valid, I can hire you for a long-term with a monthly salary of 100 million.

This post was posted 1 minute ago.

Osamu Dazai is not interested in a monthly salary of 100 million, but is only interested in helping others to fight against the upper class.

Occasionally, he also regrets that when he was working under Mori Ogai, he didn't often fight against him.

Fortunately, he finally usurped the throne as the other party expected, otherwise he would be sorry for Mori Ogai's defense against him.

So he quickly left a message: I have a wealth of experience targeting others, and you can add me if necessary.

Although the title stated that he hoped that others would stop fighting against the poster, he thought that the poster just wanted to target others.

Gojo Satoru who really thought so looked at the latest message, raised his eyebrows, immediately added the other party's friends, then added the other party's contact information, and chatted privately.

As he said, this netizen nicknamed "The Enthusiastic People" is very good at targeting others. After learning about his situation, he formulated a simple plan for him.

He felt that it was very feasible, so he generously called the other party 100 million.

The leader of Mafia, which has hundreds of millions in one minute, looked at the 1 million credited to his private account. He was a little curious. After sending a thank you to the boss, he searched the other party's IP without professional ethics.

This lovely boss did not cover up his IP in any way, and he found out the other party's address by himself without even relying on the power of intelligence personnel.

The location is in the suburbs of Tokyo.

If Osamu Dazai remembers correctly, that is the Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Magic.

He is not familiar with conjurers, but he also knows that the person who has recently become a high school teacher against all opinions is the strongest in the conjuration world.

"I caught a big fish." He said to himself, and turned to "the most powerful one hundred ways to use it" in his mind.