long-lived centenarian leader

"I'm still working. Sister Hongye is going to pick them up after school. You first take Jinghua to the mall to buy new clothes and change into them. I'll finish here soon, and I'll give you the address later."

He perfunctory the other party without any strangeness, delaying time, and then quickly called Akutagawa Yin, asking the other party if he had any real estate under his name that was not too close to the port mafia.

I want a big, secluded house that is more comfortable and can accommodate children.

It happened that Fu Heihui and the others were going to hire tutors, and it would be more convenient to have a house.

It's not a problem to have two young children living in the headquarters all the time.

Akutagawa Yin didn't know why, but he searched professionally and gave several options.

There are quite a lot of houses under the name of Osamu Dazai, most of which come from gifts from other organizations, and some are inherited from the previous leaders.

From the perspective of security and concealment, the properties left by the previous leaders were given priority, and it was not too surprising to find that they were all suitable for raising children.

Even every house has a large cloakroom and a lot of little girl's skirt jewelry.

Considering the speed of Gojo Satoru's teleportation, Osamu Dazai made a quick selection, and then quickly asked someone to arrange a housekeeper, nanny, and cleaner for the villa, pretending to be occupied.

Let's put the work aside, I believe those subordinates who are anxiously waiting for his decision will know how to adapt.

No, it's their problem.

"Then I'll leave first."

Dazai Osamu stood up from his seat quite anxiously, seeing Akutagawa Gin's dazed expression, he immediately steadied himself.

"Communication organization, I'm going to hold a lottery in the lobby on the first floor at ten o'clock in the evening."

Osamu Dazai took the initiative to work overtime for himself, in case Gojo Satoru wanted to drag him out to play.

It was really difficult for him to resist this little ancestor.

They obviously just wanted to torture each other, but the other party didn't care about some of his intentional behaviors at all.

Even now, he had to admit that he was deceived by this guy's appearance.

Since you can read other people's emotions so keenly, how can you have such a low EQ?

sigh.

Osamu Dazai sighed in his heart, changed his clothes, and left quickly.

At this time, Nakahara Nakaya, who happened to be returning to the headquarters, got off the car not far from the door he came out from. He was walking straight towards the headquarters, but suddenly he stopped as if sensing something, and walked towards Osamu Dazai. look in the direction.

There was only time to see a vague sand-colored figure.

The younger brother who was following him almost bumped into him, and asked in a panic, "What's wrong? Master Chuya."

"It's nothing, let's go in." Zhongyuan Zhong also looked away.

It should be his illusion that he saw a slaughter-shaped creature just now.

Osamu Dazai just ordered those who are okay to come back to participate in the event, so they shouldn't run out, right?

Mr. Cadre thought suspiciously.

But because he couldn't imagine colors other than black, white and red appearing on Osamu Dazai, he didn't delve into this matter, but chose to go back to the office to write a mission report.

As for going to the chief's office and finding it empty, that's all for later.

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"Your house looks quite new, it doesn't look like someone has lived in it before." Gojo Satoru, who was greeted by the subject at the door, didn't feel flattered, but found the problem at a glance.

He can tell from the mana attached to a building how long it has been used and how many people have lived there. It’s fine if he can’t see the mana around Osamu Dazai, the house is clean as if it was newly built.

Osamu Dazai gave sufficient reasons: "I usually live in the company, and they are taken by sister Hongye, but now I plan to hire tutors for their siblings, so it is better to have a fixed residence."

Wujo Satoru, who used to teach at home, had no opinion on this. He sent the two children to normal elementary school because he thought it would be good for them to have more contact with the outside world.

He didn't ask too much, in short, he handed everything over to Dazai happily.

"Well, it's up to you to decide. By the way, this girl is also a member of your company? Is this considered child labor?"

Gojo Satoru was joking, aiming at Osamu Dazai.

The girl had just killed someone not long before she saw him, and the knife hidden in her sleeve was entwined with the spell of more than one person.

The "company" where Osamu Dazai works is obviously not dedicated to fraud, but is engaged in all industries related to "black".

It only takes a little poking around to find out that the port mafia, headquartered in a Yokohama landmark, does just that.

However, he has such a powerful target, and he is a set of bluffs. He must be the kind of existence that takes up most of the organization's turnover on his own!

Osamu Dazai took a tacit attitude towards his doubts. In fact, as long as Gojo Satoru didn't go to the headquarters, it would be fine if the other party knew about it.

He only explained Gojo Satoru's question: "It's considered an orphan adopted by the organization."

Quan Jinghua, who had been silent all this time, came out from the shock of his attire, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of his long clothes, saying, "This man can't really be your lover, can he?"

"Well, it is."

Osamu Dazai looked down at her, and found that the hair she had been wearing all this time was tied into a not-so-smooth ponytail, hanging crookedly on her head, and it was tied up too high. From his point of view, it was like a mirror. The flower is topped with a black shuttlecock.

As long as she is not so good-looking, she can't control this hairstyle.

"Your hair... Wu tied it for you?"

Izumi Jinghualiang swished at Gojo Satoru, showing that "I'll stab you with a knife at any time" expression again.

Gojo Satoru said complacently, "Ponytail is so energetic and beautiful."

Osamu Dazai said with disgust: "Leave with your weird aesthetics."

So she put down Jinghua's hair and combed it briefly with her fingers.

"I don't." A certain person didn't care about his duplicity of driving people away, but took out a piece of paper from his pocket and shook it in front of Osamu Dazai, "The ticket for the circus performance you mentioned earlier is this ?"

Osamu Dazai's eyes changed, and he asked, "Who gave it to you?"

"This is for me." Quan Jinghua raised her voice and emphasized.

Gojo Satoru: "A guy who looks like a fake, but seems to be a real person. He is followed by a person who is similar to him but looks different. It's quite interesting."

Osamu Dazai took the ticket in his hand and examined it carefully.

This is a hand-drawn ticket with colored pencils, with a red and white color scheme, and a rabbit wearing a top hat and a dress is drawn on the ticket stub.

It is obviously a fairytale creature, but it makes people feel lifelike, as if it will come out of the painting in the next moment.

In the middle of the ticket, there are two versions of characters in English and Japanese written in beautiful fonts.

"I plan to hold a performance in Yokohama with all the circus members on July 23, my lovely child, take this free ticket and have a look!"

There are still three days until July 23rd.

There is no location for this ticket yet, and there is no suspected circus person in Yokohama in the informant.

Osamu Dazai began to suspect that Goethe was really going to conjure a circus out of thin air and performed it at sea.

He returned the ticket to Quan Jinghua, and pointed at Wutiao Wuzhi: "This is a ticket for children, what are you doing with it?"

Gojo Satoru: "I'm not afraid that she will be in danger, that person feels quite powerful."

It had been a long time since he had encountered an existence that made him feel vigilant just by meeting him.

Dazai: "Is there any problem with this ticket?"

"There is a kind of mark, it's on the rabbit pattern, it's not a spell, I don't know what it is."

We have to wait until we get more votes before we can make further guesses.

More tickets are on the way.

Megumi Fukuro and Tsumiki, who were picked up here, came back with a ticket alone, and Momiji Ozaki standing behind them said with an uneasy expression: "I went to go through the formalities. When I came back, they Just got the ticket."

She doesn't have any liking for the transcendent who will come to Yokohama with great fanfare after making an arbitrary decision, and this feeling of finding that her child has been stuffed with strange things by strange people makes her irritable and full of aggression.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, and took the tickets for the two children to read.

The text above is the same, the difference lies in the picture on the ticket stub.

Fu Heihui's ticket has a picture of a dog squatting on a bocce ball, and Tsu Miki's ticket has a picture of a shy lily hiding her face.

All have some kind of unknown mark.

Osamu Dazai didn't know whether it was a provocation to him that all three of them got tickets, or he simply thought that these three children were suitable for him.

But he wasn't in a good mood either.

People in power mostly don't like things happening beyond their control.

Gojo Satoru only cared about one thing: "When the two of us watch the show, can we not sit with them?"

He is on a date!

The kind of two people, don't bring children, don't bring children.

Dazai gave him a funny look.

Oh, I have to take Gojo Satoru.

That's fine.

Kill Goethe if something happens.

When Osamu Dazai wanted to kill someone, he received a second email from the other party.

"To Mr. Osamu Dazai:

That's great to hear you've already registered some people who want to come and see the show!

I would like to ask you to sell the remaining tickets for me before July 23, and after collecting the necessary handling fees, please transfer the rest to Chuya Zhongyuan for me as a little gift from me.

As a reward, I will provide you with two VIP tickets for the best seats to watch the show, and all the staff will also provide you with the top VIP service.

Goethe and his team are looking forward to your arrival. "

Osamu Dazai looked at the email, then at Gojo Satoru.

This set of movements continued several times, and Wujo Wu was at a loss.

"Ah... It really is this familiarity."

This fist is hard, but not completely hard.

It is exactly the same as the feeling that Wujo Satoru brings to people.

As long as Goethe's strength is weaker or he has any malicious intentions, he will be ready to kill him.

But the other party was very frank, generous, confident and natural to ask him, as if their relationship was very good.

He brought into Wujo Wu's thinking.

He used the name of Goethe to publicize and collect the stay fee. The other party had no grievances at all, and even thought it was very good. Giving the tickets to his related children was just completing the task of "giving free tickets to cute children". There is a bias towards his related characters.

The seemingly rude demands and child's play rewards may be because Goethe felt that the service provided was more precious than the tangible benefits.

He is a guy who doesn't play cards according to routines and doesn't connect to normal human brain circuits.

No wonder even Verlaine said he was speechless.

"Whose news are you looking at?" Gojo Satoru, who felt the disgusted gaze, came closer and found that he had put on a privacy film, so he came closer and looked at the screen next to his face.

"What kind of circus leader is this? It's very interesting—promise him quickly! I want that VIP ticket for two people."

In this way, the world of two can be established!

By the way, Dazai's face is also cool and slippery, which is really good.

The look of disgust in the eyes of the person whose head was tilted by him was even worse, and he stretched out his hand and pushed him away vigorously: "Got it, you go back first, I have to go to the company to work overtime later... go to the company Go sell the tickets, there are only three days left, and they have to be sold out."

His excuses were so impeccable that no one could see that he was already planning to run away.

Thanks to Goethe, there are even raffle prizes now.

Gojo Wujo looked at him suspiciously, unable to find any flaws for a while, he reluctantly said "hmm".

Then he forcibly wrote the words "Gojo Satoru exclusive" on the door of the room next to the master bedroom in this house, and then clapped his hands and left.

Let the two children familiarize themselves with the new environment first, and Dazai returned to the port mafia headquarters with Izumi Kyoka, who had been groomed by Koyo Ozaki.

There is a large box of tickets on the table in the chief's office, a box of fresh milk is pressed on the box, and there are post-it notes on the milk.

"It is said to be the most popular milk for children in Yokohama, please pass it on to Chuya, thank you~"

The font in which this sentence is written looks quite harsh, not as cute as the words.

Surveillance showed that at [-]:[-] p.m., the things in front of the computer on the table moved to the corner, and a large box appeared out of thin air and landed firmly on the table.

Then there is a carton of milk, and a post-it note.

The high-tech shooting equipment even captured the sound of the nib writing on the paper, with a certain irritability.

It's all done by a "person" who cannot be monitored by technological equipment, and he guesses who this person is.

The demon who serves Goethe - Mephisto.

Osamu Dazai suddenly became interested, and immediately summoned Chuya Nakahara.

-

Nakahara also felt that Osamu Dazai was very wrong.

Probably in the past few months, this guy has suddenly become interested in the outside world. If he wants to go out alone, no one can persuade him.

The instructions issued are becoming more and more inconspicuous and strange (although it still looks so far-sighted, but he knows his former partner very well and feels that he is carrying private goods).

Recently, it seems that I have been fascinated by something outside. In such a busy time period, even when there are activities at night, people still run away and disappear.

Although it is surprising that this guy who wants to live can be a bit popular, it is a bit gratifying, but it is definitely not okay to harm people without doing business, okay? ?

Osamu Dazai in his youth is no longer fit to come back, he is an adult, now that he is a leader, he should learn to work hard and not tease his subordinates!

Zhongyuan Zhong also prepared to enter the chief's office with a full stomach, ready to strongly condemn a certain chief whose deeds were getting worse and to perform his duty of admonishment.

As a result, Osamu Dazai exploded his anger value with just one sentence.

"Oh, Chuya, you are here, come and get the milk that someone gave you. Although it is completely impossible for you to grow taller, you can't ruin other people's good intentions, right?"

The tiles under his feet were cracked, Zhong Yuanzhong also suppressed his anger, understood his meaning, looked at his table and said, "Someone came here when you were not around?"

Osamu Dazai nodded slightly, and said, "It's Mr. Lan Tang's old friend, he wants to see you very much."

"But it's clearly provocative, right?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, not feeling happy at all.

He felt that this kind of behavior that would threaten the leader could not be explained by the word "unintentional".

After all, in the territory of Yokohama, others should maintain due respect for the leader of their port mafia, and must not be rude.

"Who knows." In fact, Osamu Dazai, who had completely read the other party's mind, said maliciously, and threw the milk in his hand along with the note to Chuya.

Goethe is not Wujo Wu, he does not need to be tolerant and understanding.

"Goethe has already come to Yokohama. He will hold a performance on July 23. The remaining tickets are here. You can sell them. At his request, all profits are a gift from him as an elder."

After Zhong Yuanzhong also read the note, his whole body split open: "Does he treat me like a child? What else is called an elder??"

He can't accept being so short out of thin air.

Dazai Osamu: "He is Mr. Rantang's friend, maybe he regards Mr. Rantang who led your birth as your father."

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't accept it either, but the leader said that he was going to be busy with work, and told him to work in his office, and later asked organizations interested in watching the performance to send someone to contact him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought that he would have to deal with countless organizations within three days, and sold nearly [-] tickets, his face turned slightly pale.

Osamu Dazai looked serious, and his mood was visibly happier.

One of the great joys of being a leader is to give him a job that Zhongyuan Zhong doesn't like.

After the persecution ended, he remembered that there was another demon who didn't know what he was doing (although he was sure that he had sent enough work, but who knows how much potential the demon has), so he contacted the other party to set up a lottery system.

Also need the kind that can be operated in a black box but cannot be seen on the surface.

Fyodor, who continued to drink coffee, looked at this shameless request: "..."

Andersen received the order from the leader, "You go to draw a prize at ten o'clock. Among all the participants, you must draw a person named Ango Sakaguchi and a person named Osamu Dazai": "..."

A total of five tickets, two in the black box is not too much, boss.

"I left tickets for you and Q, go play by yourself on the 23rd." Osamu Dazai sent him another sentence.

Andersen: "Good boss, no problem boss."

Is this Mafia?

Loved it.