The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

Rimbaud's house.

After some "friendly" bargaining, the atmosphere was peaceful.Mori Yuki finally reached an agreement with Rimbaud.The latter temporarily changed his mind about dying, and decided to follow her to Russia to open up wasteland, and then revise his course of action according to changes in the situation.

The main reason is that she is really not sure what other tricks she is holding back, and Rimbaud does not think that he is an opponent of the "witch" in terms of scheming.Perhaps he could indeed destroy her in a physical sense, but what would follow would be the violent revenge he had already prepared.

Of course, he was also reluctant to put a lot of heavy hands on this child who longed for warmth.It was just that she accidentally cut a small cut on her face with a subspace body, and Mr. Rimbaud cowardly raised his hands in surrender. He not only gritted his teeth to admit the lowest selling price in history of [-] million island national currency, I have to turn around and count the money for her.

Alas... Even Paul couldn't do something that would change his mind so easily.

The "deal" was concluded, and the long-haired man sighed and walked to the door of the living room and opened it suddenly: "You have been listening outside for long enough!"

The red-haired young man leaned against the wall by the door, and slowly lowered his hand on the gun: "Oh."

"Oda?"

Mori Yuki followed in surprise and said, "Didn't I ask you to buy books?"

This guy has been stimulated by something, and he has been extremely dedicated recently.

"I've already bought it." Oda Sakunosuke nodded: "The owner of Kawasaki Bookstore is very familiar with me. This time, he recommended many young girls who love romance and romance, and they will deliver the goods to your door."

The girl looked at him with dead fish eyes: "Are you... are you looking down on my IQ?"

As she said that, she fumbled in her collar pocket with her backhand, and finally grabbed a mini bug 1 device from her long hair: "Hey, how do you explain it?"

"As a bodyguard, it's reasonable to fully understand the specific movements of the protection target?" He lowered his head sincerely: "I really don't want to be deducted by Mr. Sen."

The counterattack from the honest man surprised the other two at the scene. Mori Yuki was not angry with him, and continued to ask in a very calm tone: "What should you do if something abnormal happens? Mr. Rimbaud really wants to kill Anyone who comes with a heart will give it away for nothing."

"...At any rate," Sakunosuke Oda thought for a while, his expression becoming more and more straightforward: "At any rate, I can see the danger in the future five seconds in advance, and there is still a chance to call to report it."

"So it's just a report!"

Ah, bad, I don't know why, Missy is angry again.

The red-haired young man waited for her to kick him a few times, then stretched out his hand to lift the collar of the jacket for the girl with red nose and eyes: "Please don't use this kind of reason to send me off in the future. It's easy to miss things by running back and forth."

Cooperating with you waiting for me here?Mori Yuki puffed up his cheeks: "I see."

Rimbaud: "..."

Well, this guy, it turns out that this guy is also black when cut!

Am I the only one who is truly innocent in PortMafia?

After Christmas comes the New Year. When all the New Year’s decorations are removed, Yuki Mori immediately goes through the exit formalities in the name of “Mori’s Shipping Company” and swaggers to set off for Russia again through legal channels.Apart from Rimbaud and Sakunosuke Oda, there are several other members transferred from other departments. Most of them are the type who have not been promoted for many years and are willing to go abroad to take risks and work hard.

In early spring, the cherry trees on the roadsides of the island country are just about to bloom, while the northern country is still a land of white mountains and black waters.Fortunately, Vladivostok is a year-round ice-free port. Even if it is close to the Arctic Circle, it still maintains its shipping capacity.

Petukhov was not to mention how happy he was when he heard that his partner had come as promised.Although he was also so busy that he couldn't meet up in time, he still sent a few subordinates who were familiar with business to help.Relying on this extremely warm and hospitable host, PortMafia’s renting, company registration and other procedures here have been very smooth - it is not smooth and impossible. Due to geographical conditions and population factors, the level of economic development here is very limited. The local government could not be more willing to have overseas entities willing to invest and trade.

Where there is investment, there will be construction, and if there is construction, there will be employment. Only when there is employment can the society be stable, and only when the society is stable can managers live easily. This is a good way.

As for the other gangs in the area, since this is Petukhov's business, most of them have adopted a wait-and-see attitude.Especially when Lan Bo threw four or five guys who came to kick the pavilion into the sea and froze to death alive, even if someone was dissatisfied with the outsiders who robbed the cake, they didn't dare to make a mistake.

It’s not that his methods are cruel, but the girl standing behind him is too scary—smiling and ordering, watching the living people gradually stop struggling in the spring ice without changing their expressions, there is nothing she can’t do ?As a result, there are no more street runners wandering around the stronghold regardless of day or night, and there are fewer invisible obstacles in the wine business.

Wait until the second, third...Nth ship arrives one after another in April, and Vladivostok will soon have a place for them.

"Good God!"

On this day, several local experts sent by Petukhov to help were treated by Yuki Mori and sent back respectfully.After seeing the leader, in addition to the routine report, they also told the bearded captain some very interesting news - the "Alice" who shot off half of the tiger's head with a single shot, the "young man" who dared to come to a foreign land to work alone, Actually a girl.

When Petukhov heard about it, he immediately rode a horse and went to the new PortMafia stronghold to watch. The "boy" with long braids was walking around talking to the Yokohama side. Under the cashmere coat was a foreign skirt that would never be mistaken. .

"My God! My Jesus Christ!" The burly man was dumbfounded: "So you and Fyodor kept me in the dark, didn't you?"

After the "enthusiastic" exchange and hung up the phone, Mori Yuki turned around and waved to him with a smile: "It will be a little inconvenient for Ma'am to stay on the smuggling boat, please forgive me for my previous concealment, Petuho Mister Husband!"

This kind of thing is not incomprehensible. What Petukhov can hardly imagine is her performance in hunting activities.Even now, I don't know if the male Siberian tiger can rest in peace, but it was actually killed by a little girl in a skirt.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" This bold Slavic man burst into laughter after being shocked: "When I see Fyodor next time, I will give him a fox tail! To be protected by a girl younger than me, So embarrassing."

"I advise you not to do that, sir, he's scary when he's angry." A teenage girl smiles like a budding flower.

Facing such a delicate and beautiful girl, Petukhov's voice was quite restrained: "When those people told me, I almost misunderstood that they were deliberately entertaining. Oh, my good girl! For you, I wish I could I'm in my twenties, so it's good to hang out with flowers every day and ask you out to play outside the door."

"Don't worry, I still remember your ice fishing appointment. Is there a lady in the world who can refuse you? It's incredible!" She complimented the other party here, so Petukhov was generous Let go of the little episode about sex: "Okay, okay, let the past be the past. I didn't come here specifically to see the rare, about the wine you shipped..."

Right now, the sales of those smuggled alcohol are booming, but the supply is far from enough to disrupt the market. The government that cannot meet the needs of the people naturally turns a blind eye to it.Seeing that business is booming, and Vladivostok is so far away from Moscow, it's time to start the next deal.

"The rain in South American grain-producing areas this year is abnormal, and floods may occur at any time. In order to avoid losing the deposit, it is better to purchase from Southeast Asia. Therefore, the amount of corn cannot be guaranteed to be sufficient, and the price per kilogram of rice and wheat is slightly lower than that of the same period last year. The price has risen, but the increase is not obvious. I can make the decision and still trade at the price we agreed last year. These are all food for human use. If it is livestock demand, there is no objection here, and we will set sail from the Indian Ocean..."

Mori Yuki and Petukhov chatted openly and honestly about the international grain and oil changes, and there was no sign of this age in their words.

Oda Sakunosuke stood not far from her, pretending to be a waiter, looking through the window with confused eyes, as if he was enjoying the spring scenery of the northern country wholeheartedly.

After listening to Mori Yuki's explanation, Petukhov pondered for a moment: "Can you also know the news about South America earlier than others?"

He vaguely remembered that PortMafia was an island organization separated from South America by the entire Pacific Ocean.

The girl leaned back in the chair with a smile, her purple eyes gleamed with a sly light.She didn't answer the bearded man's question, but asked instead: "Why don't you ask Fyodor?"

Thenardier's intelligence network covers everything, as long as you can pay the price, you can know whatever you want.

Petukhov raised an eyebrow.

Of course he would ask, but not now.

An hour later, the visitor left satisfied, and Mori Yuki called Oda Sakunosuke to send a message to Yokohama: "Tell Sister Hongye that the second batch of people can leave."

I don't want to talk to cheap daddy!

Before the guest came to visit, she had just quarreled with Mori Ogai, not to mention fatherly kindness and daughter filial piety, at least the swords were on the verge of breaking out.The other party asked her to send Lantang back to Hong Kong, but the girl flatly refused, and she was even eager to fight against the court in her words.

Perhaps because of concerns about the golden route from Yokohama to Vladivostok that no one else dared to take, Mori Ogai had to temporarily compromise after all kinds of persuasion.Both the father and the daughter knew that this was just a temptation from the other party, and Mori Yuki was underage, no matter how strong she was now, she could only bow her head in the face of the guardian with natural authority.Mr. Mori is just because there are too few people available under his command, otherwise the person who will replace his daughter would have already left Yokohama for Russia.

Fortunately, Kenkichi Aizawa, a shit-stirring stick in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, provided PortMafia's actions in reverse, and Osamu Dazai used information from the chief's office to ask her for pocket money from time to time, so Yuki Mori could touch Mori Ogai's bottom line , and then frequently spread his wings on the verge of pissing him off.

——Children will deliberately confront their parents when they reach adolescence. Just get used to it, and it will not delay making money anyway.

In the first year, PortMafia's business in Russia was limited to Sakhalin Island where Vladivostok is located, and in the second year it moved to Moscow.

Now that he has returned to the European continent, Rimbaud first finds the local gangsters to spread the news.

The underground business of the "Sen's Shipping Club" is getting better and better, and anyone on the road who doesn't sell him some face will naturally act according to the requirements.

A few days later, Yuki Mori was sitting at the table checking the financial statements, when he looked up, he saw a strange man in front of him.

"Oh, Mr. Verlaine, sit down for a while." As if she hadn't grown the string of fear, she raised her hand and pressed the intercom: "Oda, ask Mr. Rimbaud to come to my office."

There was a plate of beers on the table, and she pushed it towards the guests: "Mr. Rimbaud is probably resting by the fire in his bedroom at the moment. The weather in Russia is like a nightmare for him."

Verlaine stared at the young girl up, down, left, and right for a while, then picked up the pears and sat on the chair and gnawed one by one: "I'm a little surprised, you look very weak, why can you make Rimbaud around?"

They are not so arrogant that they think they are the strongest in the world, but they are definitely the youngest transcendent partners in the world. Rimbaud's [Color Painting Collection] is simply overwhelming him. Based on the progressive relationship in strength, he doesn't understand Why would he be willing to be tied to this girl.

"It's very simple, sir. Because I can make enough money. Not only can I buy his life, but I can also afford him to spend whatever he wants..."

The girl who spoke never took her eyes off the reports and documents. She had long black and thick hair, and her delicate white forehead faintly protruded from the hair.The head is lowered, the eyes cannot be seen, but the voice is sweet-like a nightingale singing in the woods.

She looked at the document for a while, and after thinking for a while, the tip of her pen rustled on the memo.In the silence, Verlaine, who unknowingly ate a plate of pears, yawned: "Athier is really slow."

"The shipping trade is hard work, sir."

Hard work but rich rewards, otherwise Mori Ogai would not acquiesce in Rimbaud's self-exile.In this extremely cold land, there is indeed no other more suitable helper than him.It's not that Koye Ozaki can't do it, the key is that she has to take care of her business in North America, and it really can't be divided into two halves.

The momentum of PortMafia today is naturally not comparable to that of a few years ago. Overseas trade has brought a steady stream of funds, and the special national conditions of Russia and Eastern Europe have also made up for the shortage of weapon lines.Mr. Mori and his neighbors acted unambiguously, and in just two years, all the thorns in front of them were leveled. Now they have nothing to do and find fault with the Ministry of the Interior.

To be more precise, he confronted the Supernatural Secret Service Division, an agency under the Ministry of the Interior.

It is precisely because of staying away from Yokohama in time that Yuki Mori also kept his own set of vests that take all trades.The Ministry of the Interior also regarded her as a nail in PortMafia's own arrangement, and was suspected by the leader of PortMafia for some reason, and then sent to Russia to be silenced.As for Mori Ogai, he vaguely realized that someone was poaching his corner but could not determine the real target—there were too many people who stabbed him in the back, at least Osamu Dazai was one of them.

But that guy has opened up the American market, and he also has a gem smuggling line in the Middle East. He belongs to a talent as immovable as her.

"Well, he's always procrastinating like this..." Verlaine put down his plate, stood up and walked around the office: "What if I say I want to buy Attil from you? How much do you drive?"

"..." The girl raised her head from the writing and took a deep look at him: "First of all, I am a person with double standards."

"Mr. Verlaine, family members cannot be bought or sold. This is the bottom line. I hope you will be more careful with your words next time. Then," she put down her pen and pulled her broken hair behind her ears: "I spent [-] million to buy Mr. Rimbaud. Leaving aside the profits he made for me in the past two years, the expenses and the bills I paid for him are here, please settle them."

"Mr. Rimbaud's money belongs to him, and has nothing to do with you. Since you proposed to buy him, why don't you take a look at this first." After she finished speaking, she opened the drawer and rummaged for a while, and found a metal box.Verlaine reached out to take it and opened it, and after looking at it for about 10 minutes, he closed the lid decisively: "So, are you still recruiting here?"

Mori Yuki: "..."

Mr. Rimbaud is right. His partner does not seem to be very smart, and his linear thinking method is not too far from Dazai Osamu's dog (someone claims).

Sure enough, the transcendents are all kinds of cute and weird heads.

She put her hands together: "You have 5 minutes, please introduce your expertise."

"Does killing count? Who do you want to kill?" Verlaine thought this girl was very interesting, she had no fear when facing someone who could casually crush her to death with one hand, she didn't even twitch an eyelid!

Mori Yuki grinned: "Then please clean up those tails that were left in the island country. I don't think you would have imagined that many years ago, a smuggling practitioner told me many interesting stories, and the police department Now there are still people staring at Mr. Rimbaud's darling and making trouble for me every day."

"It's more exhausting to protect an upright boy from such a long distance than doing business with Indians."

Verlaine: "..."

Why do you order people so confidently?

Just when he didn't know whether he should go out obediently and buy a ticket to the island country or make a big fuss to force Rimbaud to show up, someone knocked on the wooden door of the office: "Miss Yuki, do you have time?"

"Come in, come in." The girl simply pushed away the daunting pile of documents in front of her, and waited until the red-haired young man walked in before introducing him casually: "This, Mr. Verlaine, came to visit Mr. Rimbaud. It is he relatives and friends."

Rimbaud was walking behind wearing a thick down jacket, and when he entered the door, he glanced at Verlaine, and vaguely called his name: "Paul?"

"Athier!" Verlaine jumped up from his seat, and the pale golden subspace appeared just right.Rimbaud refused his approach as if he hadn't woken up: "Don't come over, I just got off the train yesterday, train!"

"Okay, don't worry about those two guys who recognize their relatives, let's talk about what's going on here with you first."

Mori Yuki glanced at the two large decorations and looked at Oda Sakunosuke, who took out a notepad: "Dazai sent news that Mr. Mori has completely obtained all the information of Mr. Chuya, and you must be transferred out of Russia soon. The leader of the combination sent a letter through a middleman, and wanted to talk to you about the business of those red-necked farmers. And the Indians who sell livestock rations are at risk of skipping tickets..."

"..." The girl inhaled and exhaled, and slowly lay down on the table: "Mr. Rimbaud, is your meeting with relatives over?"

Rimbaud, who was "hide-and-seek" with Verlaine across the subspace, quickly sobered up: "What do I need to do?"

"I need you to stay here and don't go back to Yokohama. New people will soon take over the business and continue to manage the business. The leader's order for your transfer can only be ignored. If you think you are not smart enough, defect, the Berlin Wall is now It has been demolished, and it can be turned directly from the east to the west, and I still have an old house in Brandenburg."

Mori Yuki stopped his gaze on Verlaine.

"Then what do you do?" Rimbaud did not deny his IQ problem, but asked: "You go back to Yokohama..."

"My mother is in his hands. I cannot and will not completely disobey his orders." The girl pointed to another transcendent: "Mr. Verlaine lent me, ah, no, he just applied for a job from me. Very good, You are accepted."

"Then, let me see..." She knocked on the table for a while: "The invitation of the group is arranged as a video conference, so there is no need to run around. As for the Indian, Mr. Rimbaud will go to Bangalore to dig him out for me if he is free." Just come out and throw them into the Ganges and drown them, that's all."

Arranged everything lightly, as if nothing could trouble her.

Rimbaud nodded: "I'm leaving tomorrow. I'll stay in Russia. If not, I'll go to Petukhov's forest farm for a few days, and I can watch the port for you."

After finishing speaking, he withdrew from the subspace and let Verlaine come to his side: "Paul, when you go to Yokohama, you must listen to Yuki and trust her as your own brain."

Verlaine: "Is there nothing else you want to say to me?"

Rimbaud said that he really had nothing to say to him.In the past two years, a steady stream of information about Verlaine and Zhongye Zhongyuan has been placed in front of him. He even knows what the two of them had for breakfast today...

The young man was awkward for a while, and finally put away the thorns on his body: "Okay, I promise you. I will listen to this little girl, but I look forward to a day when we can have a serious talk."

The two were so close, Oda Sakunosuke frowned, stretched out his hand and pushed Mori Yuki who was staring at them with interest: "It's impolite to stare at others like this."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Rimbaud once again separated himself and Verlaine with a subspace, and the black-haired girl smiled wildly: "It doesn't take a certain day, you can talk today, go out and talk slowly. Mr. Rimbaud , you will be on paid leave from now on."

"But compensation for damage to buildings and public facilities will be deducted from wages, and don't be caught by the police. Bail will be very troublesome." I went to find a place to "talk" with my partner who had been worrying about me all my life.

Not long after, violent earthquake-like tremors were heard from far away on the ground. People who didn't know thought that some terrible natural disaster had happened.

"This is the strength of a transcendent..."

Yuki Mori took out a purple candy and put it in his mouth and chewed it while watching the fun. Oda Sakunosuke stood beside her and took another purple candy and chewed it, watching the fun.