The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"Goodbye, boss, thank you for the stories along the way, and hope to have the opportunity to continue to cooperate in the future!"

The long-haired "boy" with a suitcase jumped from the ship's side to the concrete floor of the pier in twos and threes, turned around and waved his arms full of energy.The small barge of the smuggling practitioners blew its whistle twice, and slowly drove out of the smuggling pier hidden in the fishing village.Not far away, a black car approached low-key, and the driver's red hair was very conspicuous after the window was rolled down.

Mori Yuki changed his suitcase and waited for Oda Sakunosuke to park. A furry black head popped out of the back seat first: "Missy has been away for so long, I thought you planned to play and not come back until spring."

"Ahahahaha, who can explain the situation at sea clearly." She handed the box to the driver who got off the car, opened the car door and fell into the back seat: "I still feel my feet go up and down... huh? Your clothes are...?"

Osamu Dazai had an extra black coat on his body. Judging by the size, it didn't suit his stature: "The boss gave it to you? What rubbish aesthetics, why don't I give you a skirt, it's definitely very popular."

"Thank you, but please allow me to decline."

The boy was calm and composed: "Is there nothing else you want to say to me?"

"Russia is very interesting, business is going well, where is Mr. Lantang?"

She answered three questions in one breath, none of which he wanted to hear: "Hey!"

"Mr. Lantang recently received a mission and often runs outside, rarely seen." It was Oda Sakunosuke who closed the trunk and got back into the car to answer her: "You have worked hard, welcome back."

"It's okay, the environment over there is really special. The sky is high and far away, and the blue is unforgettable." She smacked her lips like an aftertaste, and suddenly laughed: "Hunting in the forest is very interesting. By the way, weaving Tian, ​​I brought you a present."

"Thank you very much." Oda, who can no longer be called a boy, also raised a smile: "What is it?"

"Instant beetroot soup in a bag, you can try making it into a curry."

Mori Yuki patted the soft cushion under his body, turned his head and saw Dazai Osamu lying on his side of the car window again, turning his back to him and ignoring others.So the girl took out a screwdriver from her pocket with a smirk, and poked him hard in the ribs with the wooden handle: "I don't want to ask what gift you have?"

"I...xxxxxxxxx!"

It took nearly a year to enrich the vocabulary, and the black-haired boy was no longer Wuxia Amon. A series of wonderful adjectives were spewed out by him without a breath, and at the end he said: "What is it?"

"A hemp rope! It's strong and durable. I saw it hang up with a tiger tied to its head!" Osamu Dazai's face became more and more joyful in her enthusiastic description: "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh! It's great Already! The hanging rope will never be broken!"

"That's right! No matter how much you regret it! Whether it's pulling your pants, pissing your pants or sticking out your tongue and drooling, it will never soften its heart and guarantee it will go straight to hell." The girl smiled brightly, but the boy turned his face in a second: "You Can't you not mention those spoilers!"

She "cheated and choked" laughed a few times: "No!"

The back seat of the car shook violently, and Oda Sakunosuke, who was driving the car, was as calm as an old monk sitting still—well, as long as the car doesn't blow up, fight as long as you fight, anyway, no one will be injured in an evenly matched match.

Half an hour later, the car turned off, and Yuki Mori stretched out his head to look out: "Wow~ It's really good!"

"Right! We invited construction companies from other countries to do it. Although it is expensive, there is a reason why it is expensive, and the speed and quality are guaranteed." Osamu Dazai knocked on the window proudly, and a black building rose from the flat ground. , There are still a few buildings in the back that are still in full swing. Of course, he is qualified to be proud: "Real estate is simply more exciting than robbery. One season's rent can pay for the loan of a building, and the cost recovery is just around the corner."

"Those are not important, the important thing is that I finally don't have to live in that pink-eyed room anymore, right?"

The new headquarters has been completed, and as one of the heroes, she deserves to enjoy normal treatment, not to mention the ownership of one of them - if the cheap father reneges on his debts, she can consider drafting a will for him in advance .

Oda Sakunosuke paused for a while, got out of the car and opened the door as if nothing had happened, Dazai Osamu was overjoyed: "Guess?"

The joy on Mori Yuki's face disappeared instantly: "Ah, so, in the end, I still have to spend my own money to redecorate the bedroom, right?"

Money is not a problem, she has enough money, the key is that this expenditure could not have been incurred, which makes people very uncomfortable.

"I personally helped you move one by one, and fixed it as it is, isn't it worthy of thanks?" Finally, the black-haired boy jumped and ran away satisfied, not forgetting to look back halfway: "I wish you Great stay!"

She immediately turned to the bodyguard and asked, "Oda, do you know this guy's address?"

"Ah... I know, I know. How should I put it? Dazai lives in a container on the dockyard. If he blows it up, I don't think the consequences will be too good." Forget it, what do you think?"

"I think you're talking for that guy. When did you get along so well? Although I don't want to make myself smell bad, it's hard to calm down no matter how I look at it! I don't like pink!" The girl slammed the car door hard, annoyed Glaring at his only subordinate, Oda Sakunosuke showed his signature expression, straightforward and honest: "Is there?"

They debated on the topic of "Should Osamu Dazai be killed" all the way outside the leader's office, mainly Mori Yuki explained alone, and Oda Sakunosuke was in charge of listening. He only said three words along the way——um, Is good.

Mori Ogai deliberately asked the guards to open the door, welcoming Mori Yuki's return with a happy face.

"My dear little princess, welcome back to me." The majesty accumulated on the middle-aged man's body became heavier and thicker. The black coat set him off slightly pale, and the red scarf added a touch of blood that could not fade away on this paleness. .

Mori Yuki stepped forward and slightly bent his back: "Thank you for your trust."

"... Ah, isn't this what it should be?" He smiled and changed the topic to the safety area: "It seems that life at sea is still hard, and you are all tanned. By the way, I bought a lot for my little sweetheart Beautiful new dress, do you want to try it on?"

Anyway, Mori Ogai has never put his supernatural life body in front of his daughter since the outbreak once, and never mentioned another "Alice" in front of her.Naturally, no one in the organization was stupid enough to go to tell the young lady how her biological father chased the little girl like a psycho to play dress-up games, and the plastic-filled family relationship between the Sen father and daughter barely survived.

Mori Yuki put on the same false smile and responded to the man: "Okay, Dad, where is my equity certificate?"

"It has been submitted for notarization, don't worry!" Now that her daughter is still several years away from becoming an adult, putting the equity in her name is equivalent to transferring the money from the left pocket to the right pocket for Mori Ogai, which is no difference at all.

Upon hearing this sentence, the smile on the girl's face was somewhat real: "Great, I want to buy a fir tree for Christmas, where should I send it?"

She was asking Alice's address, and Mori Ogai lowered his eyes: "Honey, in this regard, at least you can trust me a little more."

"Then I look forward to that day coming soon."

She clapped her hands and took out the God of Silver from her pocket to unfold: "I can't pay you back right now. The business in Russia needs someone to follow up as soon as possible. Including warehouse construction, recruitment of workers, and allocation of goods sources, ship arrangements...don't wait until Next year, when the deposit arrives, you won’t be able to ship the goods, so I think you don’t want to fight with your business partners yet.”

Especially the kind of opponent who knows that he can't beat it with his knees.

Mori Ogai looked at his daughter who brought him huge profits and high-intensity workload with pain and happiness: "Honey, go back to rest today. You have to give me time to allocate people."

It's not that he didn't make preparations in advance, but he couldn't stand Mori Yuki talking too quickly with people.

Perhaps it was the additional contribution made by the tiger, plus the reliable impression left by the successful assembly of the "Tomahawk", only 12-year-old Mori Yuki was respected and recognized by Mr. Petukhov.She wasn't the kind of character who stepped on the bottom line and insisted on winning in trouble. Naturally, she got the order she wanted quickly after talking a few times.

But Mori Ogai didn't know the story that happened in the closed forest farm, so he was completely caught off guard.Even if the news is sent back to Yokohama immediately after the two parties reach an agreement, such a large industrial chain will definitely not be ready to take over in a week or two.

Especially now, the liquidity on the books has once again dropped to the point where the leader wants to cry.

"No Money……"

This sentence has become Mr. Mori's regular opening line every time he sees Osamu Dazai, and the eyes of the young man who feels that his brain has gone wrong for a while are gradually dying: "It doesn't matter how you think about that kind of thing. The most urgent thing now is Could you please lend me the Missy for a while?"

"What are you going to do to my baby girl!"

Mori Ogai pretended to hammer the desk surface to show his anger, the black-haired boy raised his eyebrows: "You said that you will let Yuki be my partner."

"I thought there was some kind of benign little dispute between you?" The man put away his fists, his expression gradually vicious: "Yuki is still tossing about her bedroom. It's a pity that the child doesn't like pink as much as he imagined."

"But I also gave her a brand new skull chandelier to make amends!"

The boy argues: "I don't even have one!"

Skeleton chandelier with tiger skin carpet, absolutely perfect, the perfect King of the Mountain configuration.

Mori Ogai seemed to understand something, and waved his hand weakly: "Ask yourself, if Yuki has no objection, I won't bother with her decision."

Anyway, he can't control it, and he has no position to control.

"Oh, then I'll go and ask her if she would like to go to the cruise banquet on the high seas together." Dazai Osamu blinked: "The Suzuki Foundation has some ideas about the building closest to the coastline, you should already know about it gone?"

"They've always had a high level of interest in anything with the 'best' title... It's a good thing for PortMafia to have interests in the plutocrats and old families, at least for a decade."

Speaking of this issue, Mori Ogai couldn't help but want to scratch his hair. There are too many remnants of feudalism left in the island country. Almost all walks of life are controlled by big families that have been passed down for dozens of generations. so it is.If you don't want to fall into the situation where the police blocked your door and scolded you, you can only do your best to build a good relationship with the old-fashioned forces.In this way, even if one day they are found out by the higher authorities, they will probably just hold a press conference and bow and apologize.

Isn't it just "Simi Marseille"? It's just shameless. Compared with the whole organization being spat on and beaten without dignity, this kind of operation doesn't matter at all.

—if only I could get something like that, he lowered his eyes.

"That's something you should consider, it's not my job." Osamu Dazai spread his hands, turned around and slipped away: "I heard that a gentleman from the Middle East will appear on the cruise ship, and he intends to find a reliable transportation route in Yokohama Handling the gem business, I hope you can kill all competitors who may pose a threat as soon as possible."

The intelligence department had already reported this matter, and Mr. Sen expressed no pressure: "The black lizard is ready to go."

He is responsible for taking down the opponent. As for winning the business, it is left to the domestic black cats.

So Osamu Dazai happily ran to find Yuki Mori who was still concentrating on tidying up the bedroom: "Please Miss, have a big meal, do you want to go!"

"Is it raining frogs? You actually have money to treat!"

The girls turned their backs to him and took out a lot of small dresses, many of which didn't even tear off the labels: "I'm going to find a reliable store to get rid of these things that are in the way, when I have free hands."

"Oh, let Zuo Oda take a trip." The boy lowered his head and picked one up from the ground and unfolded it. The apple collar with red background and white dots, the strong cuteness of a young girl makes the hair stand on end: "Hey!"

"I gave Oda a day off to rest, and I can't go back on my word." She insisted on cleaning up all the unsightly things today, not even overnight.

Osamu Dazai sighed: "Okay, I will solve the troubles for the eldest lady, and the eldest lady has to help me with some difficult things." He opened the phone to find the unlucky guy, and stayed outside with a few words and tricks Lan Tang, who was doing the task, was fooled back.

"What happened?" The long-haired man appeared in a hurry, the smell of gunpowder on his fingertips had not dissipated.

This was the first time Yuki saw him after returning to Yokohama from Russia, and the girl jumped up, screaming and laughing at him: "Mr. Rantang!"

The long-haired man showed a melancholy smile: "Ah, it's so reassuring to see that you are safe and sound."

He caught the girl who rushed over and lifted her up for a few moments: "It seems that the Russians didn't neglect you."

"I'm very happy to play there, riding a horse, walking a dog, releasing an eagle to hunt! Look! I killed that tiger on the ground with my own hands!" Yuki pointed to the tiger-spotted rug on the foot of the bed and showed it to Lan Tang: "It's a pity that most of the head was blown off, otherwise I could have nailed more decorations on the wall."

Lan Tang: "..."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

We all thought it was a handicraft given to you by someone else, but it didn't come true?It is widely rumored within the organization that the eldest lady is delicate and weak, beautiful as a flower and gentle as water. I really don't know where this totally irrelevant rumor comes from...

The atmosphere subtly stagnated for a second, and the girl held Lan Tang as if nothing had happened, and did not let go: "Are you catching a cold? You are wearing such thick clothes before November!"

"..." Lan Tang put her firmly on the ground first, with an indescribable haze in his lowered eyes and low smile: "I'm fine, but I always feel very cold recently."

The chill that originated from the depths of the soul will probably never disappear in a lifetime.

He raised his eyes, and his expression became the same as usual, like an innocent herbivore: "Mr. Dazai, what is the urgent matter you are talking about?"

Adding to the confusion of busy people, Osamu Dazai has no conscience at all: "Miss needs someone to help dispose of the dress she doesn't like, and then buy a dress for the cruise dinner. Ah! It would be better if someone can pay the bill by the way gone."

The man who had no plan for the expenses at all agreed: "Okay, are these on the ground?"

The leader's taste... You can't call him rubbish, but it's always hard to understand inadvertently.Those fancy little skirts are obviously more suitable for naive and innocent young girls who are a little rebellious and a little savage. Regardless of whether Yuki Mori likes it or not, at least they can't fill the wardrobe.

In one color system, only one skirt is left for daily replacement to deal with the cheap dad, and the rest is stuffed into Lantang's subspace, out of sight and out of mind.The girl looked at the vacant space in the closet and was stunned for a moment, then turned her face and smiled sweetly and brightly: "Anyway, go out and buy a few more different clothes?"

Neither of the two men had any objection to this—who wants to work overtime if they can catch fish!

When boarding the cruise ship, Yuki Mori, who was dressed in a dark green short skirt and whose skin was as white as snow, appeared in front of everyone with his partner who was half a head lower than himself. The official name of PortMafia was changed to "Mori Society" by Mr. Mori the year before last. People who don't pay much attention to this aspect only think that she is the eldest lady of a new shipping company. Just looking at the height of more than 1.7 meters, they think this lady is young. , completely failed to see that she didn't even meet the minimum legally allowed to work.

"Can't you just stand up straight and walk by yourself!" Osamu Dazai grumbled, his outstretched arm as a support was not vague at all.Deliberately putting the weight on him, Mori Yuki approached the boy and whispered to him: "Don't you come here to discuss business with local tyrants, have you seen a little boy who can make up his mind?"

The boy who had been made a fool of himself suddenly smiled brightly: "I hate it, people think that the rice needs to be softer to be delicious!"

"vomit!"

On the surface, it looks like a flirting young couple, but in private, no one wants to suffer if you pinch me and pinch you.

The host of the dinner is the Suzuki Foundation, which is very pursuing the word "most". Mr. Shiro Suzuki, the fat chairman, especially likes to collect all kinds of heavy jewelry.At his kind invitation, Mr. Abdul Rahman, who is very experienced in the gem business, was invited to appear on the ship. This person was the target that Osamu Dazai was going to "persuade".

There were quite a few young guests like them at the banquet, but almost none of them wanted to compete for the opportunity.Most of the young people followed behind the male elders, pretending to be well-behaved and being introduced to their father or uncle's business partners, just because they looked familiar.Since there was business to do, Xiaoxiao pinched each other for a few rounds and then the two split up. Yuki Mori headed straight to the buffet area without hesitation—she came to serve as an endorsement vase for Osamu Dazai, she was pretty and kept smiling That's it.

Just as Osamu Dazai was excluded from the Russian wine and food smuggling business, Yuki Mori also knew that this gem route would never fall into his hands.There is no benefit, she naturally has no motivation to work, and she barely pays back the cost of a good meal.

As the bright girl got closer and closer, the buffet area quickly divided into two camps. On one end was Mori Yuki who was seriously thinking about what to eat with a plate, and on the other end were many girls who couldn't figure out her details and stared at her with wide eyes. guest.

——It is said that there are "many", but there are not many, and the women invited as guests can't even gather a gaming table.

Except for the maids who were serving dishes humbly, all the ladies in the room were in soft and light colors, and they all tried to make themselves look more dignified on the basis of showing obedience.People like Mori Yuki who only rely on their own preferences and do not intend to accept homogenization to integrate into the group are rarer than rare, and of course they are kicked out of the celebrity chat group as heterogeneous.

Pure white is pure, light pink is cute, milky yellow is gentle, light gold is noble, and red is sexy... Just like the smiles with similar curvatures on the corners of everyone's mouth, the colors are fixed in a small case.

But this strange girl whom no one knows is so pretty!

The mysterious and intellectual dark green was vividly interpreted by her, and the docile velvet material piled up a playful little tutu skirt [-] centimeters above the knee, which turned into a blooming flower.The neckline is a simple shallow V design, which looks reserved and conservative, but behind it is a pair of beautiful butterfly bones that make people itch.Her hair is thick and dense, tied on the top of her head and pouring down her shoulders, just blocking the faintly visible white and delicate skin.The exquisite gold ornaments in the hair are not vulgar at all, but add a finishing touch to the slightly dull dark green.

The dress that strictly meets the requirements of the "dinner party" is romantic and unrestrained without revealing a trace of body. Even the same sex can hardly refuse this visual enjoyment.

Pretty lady who doesn't like to watch it!

When Dazai Osamu reached a verbal deal with Mr. Abdul Rahman with a roulette wheel betting his life for gems route with a smile, he looked back... It was surprising to find that the eldest lady had already gotten along well with the female relatives, and even enjoyed being treated very much. The ladies gathered in the middle and were treated like oranges.

"..." The young man quickly turned around and said to the local tyrant, "May I ask a lady to turn the dial?"

"Young man, I admire your courage, but are you sure you want to put your life in the hands of a woman?"

The local tyrant in white robes is looking forward to the exciting drama that will be staged. He spends money on fun, as long as it makes him feel interesting, a gem smuggling line is nothing.He just likes to see the desperate expressions on other people's faces after several struggles.

"I can't be more sure, sir. Why is she always looking at others and refusing to look at me?" He vividly played the lonely look that he couldn't ask for, and followed the boy's gaze to look into the distance Go, the local tyrant understands: "If it's that lady, I think I can understand your feelings. Don't you consider transferring to work under my command? You can earn enough money to buy her in a few years, maybe It also comes with an exquisite packaging box."

Osamu Dazai realized that he hesitated for a second shamefully, and then immediately dismissed the idea - that was Yuki Mori!Mori Ogai's daughter!The lunatic who dared to steal arms from the US military base and sell them to Russia!A strong woman who can shoot and kill a Siberian tiger!

Am I brain pumped? Me!