long-lived centenarian leader

Takahashi Jiro received a photo.

At first glance, the photo shows a vicious man in black holding a kindergarten boy hostage.

He blinked and looked intently.

It's a group photo of a beautiful young man and a pretty little boy. This gesture of greeting has a sense of déjà vu when he sends his wife a photo of him and his son.

He felt that his thoughts were a bit evil, because the photo was obviously sent to the leader by a friend of the leader.

So he blinked again.

Unfortunately, the photo was automatically destroyed.

With something on his mind, he moved a stool, ignored the hesitant gazes of his subordinates, sat in the office hall not far from the door, and looked eagerly at the door.

As the leader expected, that "friend" soon arrived at the household registration department.

Unexpectedly, he had a lady in his left hand and a loli in his right hand, carrying them in.

Takahashi Jiro thought for a moment that the other party was a human trafficker and he was the connector.

Suppressing the complaints in his heart, he stood up and greeted him: "Hi, are you here to handle matters related to household registration?"

Gojo Satoru put the two siblings on the ground, and when he saw each other's work cards, he let out an "oh shit" in his heart.

His friend who is a consultant is kind of amazing.

He nodded coldly, followed the other party into the section chief's office, sat on the sofa like an old man, took the tea poured by the section chief himself and said, "I want to register as the guardian of the two of them."

Takahashi Jiro looked at him, then at the very quiet siblings, and took out a document from the shelf.

"Is there a blood relationship?"

Gojo Satoru: "There is no blood relationship."

"Then you need to register as an adoption relationship. If you want to register as a relative relationship, you may need to wait for a while."

Wujo Wu thought that the serious department still had this kind of service, so he said very seriously: "Adoption relationship."

It's funny that he has blood relationship with the children of the Buddhist monastery.

Takahashi handed him the document: "Just sign where I have marked with a black pen, and all other procedures will be handled by me."

Then he remembered something, and took the pupil scanning device from the table: "Updating the household registration requires updating the files in the general information database. Please rest assured that I will not disclose anything that happened in this office."

He squatted down, and the siblings leaned over obediently. After he said "to scan the pupils", they tried to open their eyes wide for him to scan.

Pretty cute.

It's just that this adult doesn't seem to be very good at taking care of children.

Takahashi Jiro thought worriedly.

But I saw that adult also leaning over, squatting between the two siblings also looked very tall, but unexpectedly harmonious.

Gojo Satoru took off the glasses with one hand, grabbed the machine with the other, scanned his pupils, then let go of the machine, and put on the sunglasses again.

Takahashi Jiro only had a glimpse of his whole appearance, but he couldn't forget the extremely beautiful blue color for a long time.

So beautiful that he doubted the relationship between the leader and this person.

"The signature is over, can we go?"

Gojo Satoru thought of the need to arrange a new residence and school for the two, as well as a lot of things that had to be done quickly, and it gave him a headache.

Maybe he can ask the omnipotent consultant if there is any suitable person who can handle these things well, so that they will not be stolen by the Zenyuan family before he finishes with the high school and the upper management.

Takahashi Jiro nodded: "Go slowly, I will arrange the procedures and update files for you immediately, and the certificate will be issued within eight hours at the earliest. If it is not convenient to come and pick it up, I can mail it or send someone to deliver it."

Gojo Satoru: "I'll come and pick it up at night, and I can put it anywhere."

It was the first time he had such a harmonious communication with someone in the leadership class, and he couldn't help but give his own consultant crazy points, and thought of many troublesome things to solve by himself.

Takahashi Jiro watched him disappear with his left hand and right hand with a loli, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and returned to his seat to check their personal information.

Fuck, that man who is over 1.9 meters tall is only eighteen years old? !

How to create a new account and act as a guardian for someone under [-]? ?

He is the head of the household registration department, but he can't lower the legal age of majority to eighteen!

No wonder the leader wants to personally explain this matter to him...

Takahashi Jiro remembered the consequences of not being able to complete the task and making the leader unhappy, and painfully pulled his little hair and began to think about what to do.

It is too late to create a new account and pretend that the other party is 20 years old, because the person has already left.So the best way is to add these three people to an adult's household registration, and then deal with it according to special circumstances, and set Gojo Satoru as the second guardian.

So where should this adult be found?

He thought of the boy wearing black sunglasses. Although the other party didn't reveal it, his years of experience in the mafia made him understand that the other party could definitely be classified as terrifying in strength, and his temper probably wasn't very good.

I didn't lose my temper with him because he has a good attitude.

If you really want to give the other party a parent at random, it is estimated that his head will be blown overnight.

Takahashi Jiro thought about it, and suddenly thought of his leader.

The leader's apparent identity age is 22 years old, and he has a single household registration.

Moreover, the special files are protected by the system, and they cannot be checked without permission, and those with permission will not check such fake files that lack real information.To issue a certificate, it is only necessary to prove that Gojo Satoru has guardianship duties and agency authority for Fuguro Megumi and Fukurotsu Miki.

If he doesn't say it, and the leader doesn't investigate, no one will know about it at all.

Moreover, the leader never does superfluous things. This time, he might just be motivated by sex, and the color makes him faint... Forget it, he still can't slander the leader. People who are organized will be eaten alive if they find out.

But so be it.

What a genius he is!

After finishing the matter with vicious eyes and using his authority to pass all the procedures, he made mental preparations again and again, so he emailed the boss not so guilty, saying that the matter was done.

The boss replied briefly, "You've done a good job, you don't need to report this matter to the intelligence department", which further strengthened his guess that "these two people must be tricky".

Osamu Dazai didn't know the thoughts of his subordinates far away in Tokyo. He just opened his work file after a short period of fishing, and began to browse the reports sent back from various places, and then reviewed them.

Detect loopholes, mistakes, make corrections, offer rewards or punishments, or offer solutions.

It is a boring job that has to cheer up.

No amount of money can make you happy.

Besides, he didn't intend to promote the port mafia in the first place.

Despite his inhuman productivity, the sun was already setting by the time Dazai had almost finished the job.

There was some vibration on the first floor of the building, and when it was reflected on the upper floors, the vibration expanded, and the water on Dazai Osamu's table was shaken.

Gin Akutagawa, who was assisting in the office beside him, quickly picked up the documents and wiped off the water with a handkerchief.

Osamu Dazai simply put down the pen in his hand, stood up and flexed his wrist, rolled his slender eyelashes, and glanced outside: "I entered the hall earlier than I expected, did you get any help... in the hall The person blocking the enemy is Dunjun?"

Akutagawa Silver: "Yes. According to the usual practice, he is the only one present, and the other members of the guerrillas are waiting near the elevator door."

The reason for this arrangement is to make room for the massacre by the "white death" of the port mafia.

Killing an elite army by one person is commonplace for that guy.

"I hope the renovation of the hall can be done faster, otherwise it won't look very good when you look in from the door."

Osamu Dazai took out the remote control from the drawer and turned on the monitor.

"Let's take a look at the damage in the hall...Huh? Someone unexpected appeared." Mr. Chief looked back at his secretary, "If I remember correctly, Xiao Jinghua suddenly disappeared last week, right? "

The monitoring in the hall showed that, like a ghost, the girl in kimono who fought alongside Atsushi Nakajima had exactly the same appearance as Kyoka Izumi. Judging from the white Yaksha she drives, the possibility of being fake is extremely low.

Akutagawa Gin: "I just received a report from Mr. Hirotsu. Xiao... Izumi Kyoka appeared behind the enemy and suddenly attacked the enemy's command, and then assisted the guerrilla leader to kill the enemy. At present, it is on our side superior."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "Are you speaking for the defector?"

As the leader's secretary, one should not bring personal emotions when reporting.

Osamu Dazai smiled and rescued the panic-stricken Gin: "Did I say that Kyoka defected? No, then she didn't defect. Xiao Kyoka came back earlier than expected, maybe she was with that group of people I saw something later, and I was worried, so I hurried back."

Zhong Yuan also snorted coldly: "I'm worried that Atsushi Nakajima ran back."

"No, she's obviously worried about me." Osamu Dazai said seriously. Seeing his sarcasm, he said directly, "Otherwise, let me demonstrate to you, when I'm at the scene, how will she be?" Protect me first."

As he spoke, he stretched his long legs, opened the door and went out. The leader's special elevator stopped on the fifty floor, so he went in directly and quickly closed the elevator.

The swiftness and smoothness of the movements make it impossible to tell that he is a weak leader who has been sitting in the office for a long time.

The Central Plains were also dumbfounded.