long-lived centenarian leader

When Andersen contacted Mark, the other party was on his way to Guild to apply for a job.

Certain conditions are required to change his willingness to employ.

The wish of the young man Mark is very simple. He hopes to have a sum of money to support himself to travel around the world and publish his autobiography.

After consulting Mr. Chief's opinion, Andersen told him that the Port Mafia has five internationally renowned publishing houses, more than a dozen printing houses, and even a dedicated marketing team.

Outside the Guild recruitment site, Mark boarded the helicopter specially sent for him by the Port Mafia without hesitation, and together with Andersen boasted to the boss: "Our book will definitely sell well all over the world and be translated into dozens of languages. Made you a lot of money!"

The first Mr. said ruthlessly: "You need to contribute to the great cause of the port mafia first and earn me a lot of money before you have the opportunity and time to do this."

The arrangement and follow-up of these two people (especially Andersen) kept Osamu Dazai busy for a while. When he was finally free to work part-time, he saw the new photo sent by Gojo Satoru a day ago.

"Although I know you are busy working overtime, I think the great news of finding a new student should be shared with you."

In the photo are two teenagers standing side by side.

The one on the left is wearing a black sportswear, with black hair and blue pupils, standing casually, with a sense of frivolity similar to Gojo Satoru, and Gojo Satoru has two blue letters on top of his head.

night fight.

The one on the right is much more well-behaved, with tea-blonde hair, cat-like eyes, wearing a white shirt, like a typical well-behaved student, even the fat three-colored cat in his hand looks older than him fierce.

The child's head was painted with brown "Natsume Takashi".

Osamu Dazai judged that "Yato" and "Natsume Takashi" were the names of these two people.

While lamenting that "there is really no cover", he had a wonderful sense of déjà vu to the child surnamed Natsume and the cat in his hand.

Natsume, Sanhuamao.

It is hard not to associate these two keywords.

Cutting off the right half of the sheet separately, Osamu Dazai called up Natsume Soseki's contact style, sent it to the other party's email, and added a paragraph of text.

"Which one is your relative?"

Old gentleman drinking coffee: ?

He was a little confused about Dazai Osamu's meaning, although the words were obviously teasing and joking, but his relationship with the other party was far from the point of joking with each other.

If you think in a dark direction, the other party may think they have discovered his tricks.

"That cat is too fat. I want to drive it out of the family of three-colored cats. As for this child, I have no memory."

That's what he finally answered.

Natsume Soseki just suddenly felt that the sunset outside was very beautiful, and it was a good time for joking.

I am afraid that there are few people in this world who dare to joke with Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai smiled when he saw his reply, and instead of replying, he replied to Gojo Satoru: "Congratulations. I have recently become free again. Since I have been absent from work for half a month, here will automatically postpone the service time for you. Postpone, does the guest have any other problems that I can help solve?"

Gojo Satoru answered him excitedly: "I suddenly discovered those rotten oranges recently... Those upper echelons seem to have nothing to do with me. I just slapped the certificate on their desks, and then I didn't even need to say anything. The old men in my family would do it for me." Arguing with them. In the end, the matter is settled like this, the child belongs to me, and the billion is for them to find Fuhesher by themselves."

Osamu Dazai: "Under the premise that both parties have inherent conflicts, provide an excuse that is reasonable enough and can bring benefits, and one of them can become a knife that is sharp enough and positive enough."

However, Wujo Wu, as the head of the Wujo family, was a little shocked to be in such a situation.

Could it be that the head of these families is a mascot with no real power or followers?

Gojo Satoru: "I learned. But after that incident, they still didn't take me to play, and their attitude was even colder than before."

He neither raised any objection to his own recruitment of students, nor did he intend to let him participate in management.

There is nothing wrong with the Yusanjia being the mainstay of the conjuration world, but the management of the Conjurer Association is the top level that really manages all activities.

The old man in the family refused to jointly recommend him to go in, and asked him to start as a teacher and gradually become familiar with the operating mechanism of the magic world.

The current situation should be that he was stocked.

His hired netizen gave an even sadder answer.

Enthusiastic crowd: "Simply put, you are isolated."

Osamu Dazai turned the pen in his hand, guessing the thoughts of the upper class in the magic world.

People in high positions will try their best to control and tame a knife that is sharp enough to sweep everything, but will not be happy to see the other party standing on the same class as themselves.

Fear is more able to make people stand on the same front than interests.

When the upper echelon of the conjuration world heard that Gojo Satoru was willing to cooperate with their actions and abide by their regulations, they would initially be happy, thinking that they had a chance to completely control him.

But once it is found that he is still self-willed and even starts to learn how to deal with them, he will be pushed to the edge quickly.

So the difficulties Wujo Satoru encountered were partly due to him.

Employers who don't realize this humbly ask, "So what should I do?"

Enthusiastic masses: "The usual approach is to learn to pretend, so that people don't guess what they think, and lower their vigilance by the way."

Then it is to accumulate strength, sow discord, instigate rebellion and bribe, and continue to operate one by one to rise to the top.

But these are too difficult for a certain strongest.

He didn't say it.

Gojo Satoru took a bite of the milk steamed bun recommended by Natsume, paused for a moment, and felt that this was not impossible.

Those people above played him every day, so he should also learn to play them.

Gojo Satoru: "Then what should I do?"

Osamu Dazai replied with a bit of mischief.

"Maybe start by saying hello and smiling at them."

"Okay, I'll try."

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Gojo Satoru felt that it was a bit difficult for him to smile directly at the pile of rotten oranges, so he decided to smile at his students first to try to see the effect.

Natsume Takashi and Yato woke up to class in the morning, and they were already very scared when they heard Gojo Satoru say "Your math teacher is sick, I will substitute for him in this class". Had a nightmare.

Madara was terrified.

It's really not that they're exaggerating.

Anyone who sees a man in black and sunglasses, 1.9 meters tall, with his hands in his pockets and "I am the only one" written on his face, suddenly grinning after announcing a terrible news, will be terrified.

Wujo Wu, who thought he was very kind:?

He knocked on the desk, dissatisfied with their performance: "What kind of eyes do you have? Don't you think the teacher is very handsome and approachable when he smiles?"

Natsume Takashi smiled weakly and said nothing, Yato shook his head honestly.

Gojo Satoru pointed at Yato and said, "Look at you, is this the way you talk to your employer?"

Yes, that's right.

Yato was his paid student.

After accidentally picking up Natsume Takashi while on a business trip and using "I can solve your problems" as a bait to lure him to the high school, Gojo Satoru felt that there was only one student and the other party would be lonely, so he followed the instructions according to the leaflet he picked up. Summoned Yato, a poor god, and hired him as a student for five yen a day.

Gojo Satoru's five yuan is obviously better than the five yuan of ordinary people. In addition, the other party is a descendant of Sugawara Michizane, and the uneducated Yato happily agreed to this long-term deal.

Hearing the other party's accusation, Yetou plucked his ears, and didn't even take his legs off the table: "This is another price. And I don't want to earn this kind of money against my will."

Even Mr. Cat, who plucked Natsume Takashi's hair, sneered: "You laugh more horribly than when you were chasing Yahara's monster that day. I advise you not to laugh."

Gojo Satoru's previous smiles are basically divided into three types: one is the crazy smile that kills the madman, the other is the underwhelming smile after creating "a world where only Gojo Satoru is happy", and the other is the naive smile.

Now this kind, not to mention the horror, even looks a bit unintelligent.

Gojo Satoru gave them a lesson on the concept of limit very angrily, then ran to the meeting place on the upper level without giving up, opened the door and smiled at them: "What are you doing, did you mention me just now?"

The chairs in the meeting room fell to the ground.