The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"Ability business license is the foundation of the organization for us. In the city of Yokohama, extreme violence is the ultimate guarantee. For the organization, no matter what price is paid, it can be understood and forgiven. "

Mr. Mori pointed the scalpel on the solid wood tabletop.

Standing on the dividing line between light and dark, the boy lowered his eyelids and made a voice: "You mean...?"

"I have a very interesting fairy tale here. It is said that the farmer raised an old dog. It was too old. One day the farmer discussed with his wife and planned to drown the old dog to save food. The dog heard the secret and ran away. Go to the mountains to discuss with wolves... Dazai-kun, are you listening?" The man's eyes flickered dimly, and the boy raised an indifferent and oily smile: "What, is it time for "Grimm's Fairy Tales"? Missy I'm afraid I'll be jealous if I know."

"My daughter is by no means the kind of person who cares about small gains and losses." Speaking of this, Mr. Sen couldn't help shaking his head with a low smile: "To be honest, she is better than me in terms of popularity. Too much. Her mother was like that, probably because she was born to be liked."

Dazai Ji'an stood there quietly and listened to his nagging for a long time, completely without the arrogance of the past with no sense of proportion.It wasn't until Mr. Sen finished recalling the past that he asked in a floating voice: "So, what is your specific plan?"

"Huh?" Mori Owai remained calm, and stretched out a finger in front of his face: "No, isn't this an opportunity for you young people to show off?"

He didn't say anything more, and waved the young man to leave: "Go to work, I am very optimistic about you. Oh, yes, I intend to promote people who can achieve this. The position of cadres has been vacant for too long. It has been a long time since Mr. Lantang I have never met a more suitable person than him."

This "reward" itself is meaningless to Osamu Dazai, but he will show interest because of Chuya Nakahara's strong competition.Diamonds need to be polished with diamonds. Two children with completely different personalities happen to be the driving force for each other to move forward.Mr. Mori watched the boy leave with a smile, and informed the public relations officer through the internal line to send the young lady back to the chief's office.

What strategy should be used to persuade her without causing the father and daughter to turn against each other?

Ever since his daughter returned from Russia, Mori Ogai has clearly noticed that the plastic bond between the two has been weakening.Maybe it was because the child grew up, and she never tried to ask herself for emotional communication except for the normal work contacts between superiors and subordinates.

Obviously, she gave up, too lazy to continue spending on this destined to have no income.That is to say, apart from her mother Alice Vergent, Mr. Sen couldn't find any relationship with his daughter other than interests.

This is not good, the original two-line insurance is gradually developing into a single-line, and once there is a conflict of interest between the two, he will have to face another self who can backstab at any time. The "transcendent attack" has already explained the problem very well.Although there is no evidence, Mr. Mori firmly believes that Yuki Mori must be behind the whole incident, but she is hiding it deeper than Osamu Dazai.

Young people grow up too fast, sometimes making older people feel Alexander.

That's why he chose to announce the candidate for the "Young Master" to the core members on the day of the attack and keep her behind for protection, which is also a way to ease the relationship and lower the other party's vigilance.

The ambivalence has continued since the day he learned of the existence of this child.

What should we do with her?

At the same time, the office responsible for the external image was bustling like boiling water—the very dedicated agent of the public relations officer hugged the young lady's leg and refused to let go: "Please! Please! This It is the request of my life!"

All the staff of the firm, including the public relations officer himself, followed him to persuade: "Yes, yes! It is PortMafia's loss that Miss's beauty cannot be widely known!"

"Don't! Don't! Never!"

Mori Yuki only hated that the physical training in the police academy was not hard enough, but now he can't even get rid of glasses.What are you doing?Is it because I don't make enough money from Russia to keep you from uncovering the blame?He dared to put his mind on the eldest lady.

"Actually, the leader is also very optimistic about my proposal. You are really suitable." The young man smiled brightly: "The annual red and white song will be coming soon..."

"What does it have to do with me! In short, I will never agree!" She categorically killed her, saying that she was unwilling to step into the entertainment circle.

Joke, if I was willing to jump in 800 years earlier, I still have to wait until now to listen to your long-winded words!

"Ah... what a pity..." The public relations officer bent down and looked up at her in a pitiful and cute manner, with tears almost dripping from the corners of his eyes: "Is it really not possible? Just please help me make a harmony the accompaniment..."

It's a pity that this unisex beauty attack didn't shake Mori Yuki: "It's a live broadcast, don't try to trick me into showing my face in front of the camera! You don't even think about what business I am in, trying to get me to be a partner Are you kidding me?!"

She could almost imagine the playful laughter of Petukhov, Fyodor, Shelley, and the group leader Fitzgerald when they sent a congratulatory message!

"Hezhong is also unwilling, are you afraid?"

Both hard and soft tactics failed to achieve the goal, and the public relations officer almost doubted whether he was aging and fading ahead of time.It's just singing with him, avoiding one or two, what's the situation!

Mori Yuki couldn't help sneering: "Oh, the aggressive method is useless to me. Whatever you say, I can't agree without an absolute reason."

As he spoke, he shook his calf with difficulty: "Let go, what does it look like!"

Are you still PortMafia?Could it be that all I work hard to make money to support are cute bastards?

"You don't have to show your face!" The manager sobbed and made the final concession: "If you don't agree, the public relations officer will have to join forces with the wild women outside. How can we PortMafia suffer such a loss!"

"Can't this guy just stand there and hum a song casually? It's possible, as long as he is a human being, he can do it! Why do you have to find an accompaniment!"

Even if she doesn't know much about the customs of the island country, she still knows what the red and white song is.With the popularity of a public relations officer, the organizers will always consider his special demands.

The young man really smiled and hummed a melody on the spot, and immediately calmed down after listening to Mori Yuki: "..."

"Excuse me, have you really reached this level just by brushing your face?"

This can no longer be described as "tone insufficiency". Taking it out and putting it on New Year's Eve for everyone to listen to can be called a weapon of mass destruction.

"You finally understand my embarrassment! It's really a last resort." Seeing that she showed signs of softening, the manager hurriedly continued his efforts: "We can apply for a simultaneous outfield, which is right by the seaside of Yokohama. You won't be seen in the dark. Just fine."

"The problem is that I can't save this guy alone!" Mori Yuki immediately realized the reason why these people begged him so hard: "Did Nakahara Chuya get angry and say that I agreed to participate and he agreed to participate?"

The public relations officer showed a business smile: "...That's right! Even the leader can't make him change his mind."

"Okay, it's just this time, don't make an example next time." She rubbed between her eyebrows: "Show me the score."

Hearing the words, the agent quickly let go of his hands and stood up, bowed his head respectfully and offered the information with both hands above his head: "Please have a look!"

"The song is not bad. I spent money to find someone to write it? Is there no problem with the copyright? That's right!" The girl put down the paper in her hand, and her smile gradually became wicked: "Let Zhongyuan Zhongye go up and dance! Sing while dancing! Send him to debut directly !"

"I mentioned it a long time ago, but it's a pity..." the public relations officer smiled sweetly: "It seems that Zhong also likes the nickname 'Jewel King'."

"Good middle school." With the worse control group, Yuki Mori was in a much better mood.She accepted the music score, and before she could express any other opinions, an internal phone call from the chief's office came in: "Please send Yuki to me from the public relations officer."

The young man put down the microphone: "Miss, the leader wants me to take you back to the office."

With a soft complaint casually, she returned to the chief's office with the music score - Mr. Sen himself sat at the small round table waiting to have afternoon tea with his daughter: "I saw the music score, and the PR officer's request didn't make you too Is it difficult?"

"It's fine, Dad, but I hope this is only one request."

She threw the score on the table, took a sip of black tea: "Where's Dazai?"

"I let him go to work." Mori Ogai put a fork on the dinner plate for his daughter, and watched her slowly divide a whole piece of cake into small pieces: "The teeth are okay? Do you need to check? This On the one hand, you can trust your father's level."

Mori Yuki almost reached out to rub the goosebumps on his arm - when this man took a low profile, you should be more vigilant, you can't be sure whether you will face venom and bite next.

"Oh...don't look at Dad like that!"

Mori Ogai exudes inappropriate florets all over his body, and he can hardly help showing his idiot face when facing the supernatural life form.This vigilant and defensive expression is so cute, staring round eyes, like a little black cat blowing its fluff.

If you are not careful, she will bite the vicious little black cat on the throat.

Seeing that his daughter was about to throw a fork and get angry, he finally closed the corners of his mouth, cleared his throat with a dry cough and returned to normal: "It's like this, I need you to do something for me, dear."

"When you took away Mr. Lantang, now is the time to fulfill it." The man smiled while holding his chin: "We need the support of those old families who can influence the opinions of the upper class."

"I don't accept any answer other than 'no problem'. As for Mr. Dazai, he has already asked and he has no objection."

He smiled like a talkative old father, with a mysterious earnestness: "It's not a task that is too difficult or dangerous. You just need to wait quietly for the end of the cooperation period."

As he spoke, Mr. Sen took out a stack of documents from his jacket pocket with a suppressed laugh: "Come on, let's pick a better target."

Like a good-for-nothing dad who is anxious to "clear out" his daughter.

"...Are you kidding me?" Mori Yuki glanced at the table, crushing the cake under his palm with a fork.

On the standard A4 paper is the personal information with photos, all of them are men between the ages of thirteen and twenty.

"I'm not joking."

He showed her the information one by one: "It's not really asking you to make any sacrifices, my dear, I'm not so utilitarian yet."

"You can understand it as an endorsement for the short-term marriage reached by the two for cooperation, which is very common in our country. Well, if you like someone during this period, Dad will not interfere with your personal feelings."

He put his hands on his knees and made a very sincere promise: "Two years at most, no longer."

two years?Under normal circumstances, it would take almost this long to obtain a business license for abilities.

The girl narrowed her eyes: "I thought you should know what happened between me and Dazai."

"That's why I specifically left him to explain carefully just now." Mr. Sen pushed the information forward: "At present, it seems that this is the least costly solution, and if possible, I don't want to give up the lives of my subordinates easily. "

There are senior officials who have long-term funding to wave the flag on their behalf, and there are temporary "in-laws" who express their support outside, plus "outstanding contributions" in other fields...the possibility of getting this certificate is relatively high.Being able to walk the "normal" route, he certainly doesn't want to waste his talents and resources.However, if the time came when he had to bear the loss, the leader of PortMafia would make a decisive choice.

Speaking of this step, especially since Ogai Mori suddenly mentioned the past about Rimbaud after Verlaine, Yuki Mori had reason to believe that Daddy Cheap had already put a big question mark under his name.

It's just that due to poor information, he has no evidence in hand.

"You have made such a promise, and I have nothing to worry about."

She opened her mouth unceremoniously: "The building under my name should really belong to me. After all, it's a 'marriage' with a different purpose. It's too shabby."

Dissatisfaction has to be expressed in some way, otherwise this kind of thing will just happen again and again.

"Yes, and I swear this is definitely the one and only time. From now on, no matter what kind of person you like or what kind of life you want to live in the future, I will support you."

Mr. Mori put away his smile, took out a notepad and wrote a "guarantee" on the spot and signed it: "A will can only be established if more than one witness other than the parties involved is present, so I won't fool you with that. Regarding the building near the sea, all procedures will be handled by Guangjin today."

"Honey, I admit that I really can't be like other people's fathers, but I will do my best not to hurt you."

This is already his limit.

After reaching an agreement on the basics, Mori Yuki seriously read those profiles.

After a year of careful selection by the intelligence department, the materials are all the first-in-line heirs who have considerable say in their family.And the ancient families behind them are also the supporting force that PortMafia needs.

It is not easy to find so many suitable candidates in one go, and Ozaki Momiji must have almost scratched his hair.

The girl bowed her head and scratched around, and finally picked out a page from a pile of waste paper: "This is very good. An extremely conservative old-fashioned family with a very obvious racist tendency, living together in a group. It's just a garbage dump." A model, a once-in-a-lifetime cesspit."

With such a "wonderful" evaluation, even Mr. Mori couldn't help but look a few more times: "Chanyuan?"

"Uh... To be honest, although it can indeed bring great benefits to PortMafia, we don't have to spoil ourselves so much."

"No, no, this is the best, Dad." Mori Yuki narrowed his eyes and smiled indescribably: "There is a huge class difference between blood relatives, and this is a sign of genocide."

The stab wound from the blood was the most painful. She looked at her biological father: "You must understand."

Mori Ogai was silent, and then smiled: "Yes, so a smart person would never do such a stupid thing."

That's why we coexist in the darkness with this deformed but harmonious relationship of "mutual defense and limited trust".

"Since the target has been selected, I will leave the rest to me. I will probably announce the matter after the New Year, before..." He changed the subject: "Have fun with other young people. If Dazai-kun behaves inappropriately, You can come to Dad at any time to support you."

The man pointedly pointed at the music score that had been lying beside him and no one cared about it: "Dad is also looking forward to the final result!"

"I won't let you down." The girl smiled lightly and got up to leave—it seemed that she should go to buy some detailed information about the old-fashioned family.A family in such a small place as an island country is nothing in the world, so they can only find out from the locals.

It's up to you, Kong Shiyu!

Holding the folder, the girl in a knee-length dress looked vigorous and youthful, just like a red ribbon fluttering in the wind in the dark night, making the mud a little more beautiful.After getting out of the elevator, Yuki Mori met Ango Sakaguchi, the downline at the porch on the first floor.

At least within the PortMafia headquarters, there should be no intersection between the eldest lady and the leader's exclusive intelligence agent.Something must have happened that made him take the initiative to seek opportunities at all costs.

She stepped out of the headquarters as if she hadn't seen the young man with glasses, and stopped halfway to ask the guard at the gate: "Besides the places that everyone is familiar with, do you know any other spots in Yokohama that are suitable for dating?"

"Dating?" The guard was taken aback by the girl's question, and the lady who didn't match Mafia's painting style seemed to be afraid that he didn't hear clearly, so she patiently repeated the topic: "Spots suitable for dating, that's right. "

There seems to be some rumors between the eldest lady and Mr. Dazai, maybe...

The black suit thought about it seriously for a while: "Beach, or English garden?"

A beautiful mixed-race person like Missy must prefer European-style scenery.

The girl nodded after listening: "Well, then go to the garden and sit down."

"Yes, I wish you a pleasant visit." The guard lowered her head, and the sweet smell of cream mixed with sugar drifted away in the wind, and she left.

About half an hour later, the intelligence officer responsible for contacting the outside world for the leader hurried out with his luggage.

"Mr. Sakaguchi, are you on a business trip?"

Out of duty, the guard asked one more question, and the unsmiling young man nodded: "The task given by the leader."

The two never spoke again.

Mori Yuki sat at the white round table under the flower wall in the English garden without waiting too long, and before the sun even had time to change its angle, Ango Sakaguchi appeared opposite her: "Miss, I'm sorry, but... time is running out. "

The young man looked around, sat down and leaned forward to lower his voice: "The leader secretly ordered me to go on a business trip to Europe."

"..." The girl's eyes sharpened: "When did it happen!"

On the way here, he checked his belongings and made sure that there was no monitoring or monitoring. He quickly explained the cause and effect: "The leader wants me to sneak into another organization."

A photo appeared on the desktop and was quickly retracted.

Ango Sakaguchi looked nervous: "Is it okay to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries?"

After all, they are people sent by the government, and their thinking trajectory is somewhat different from the real PortMafia.

Mori Yuki lowered his eyes and sat on the seat, behind him was the pink gem Longsha blooming like stars, the girl's white fingers gradually clenched: "..."

Of course she knew about the gray ghosts that roamed the continent of Europe, not only did she know, but she avoided them as much as possible. "Gray ghosts", also known as MIMIC, are actually a group of wandering soldiers whose numbers have been cancelled, natural enemies of mercenaries.Once her identity as a "witch" is exposed in front of them, she will face endless pursuit.Those lunatics who are devout enough to turn their love for their motherland into hatred will probably throw any mercenary who is willing to make trouble into the fire and burn them to death.Its leader, André Gide, is a person with supernatural powers of the foresight department that gives everyone a headache.

That's right, the foreknowledge department.

This is why Mori Yuki insisted on pulling him out of the ground corpse picker team after learning about Oda Sakunosuke's supernatural powers, and took him with him as a bodyguard.

"It's no problem to interfere with this kind of lost dog." The girl exhaled softly: "Sakaguchi-san, you have been exposed. It is recommended to immediately send an alarm to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and let the head of the supernatural special affairs department send someone to rescue you and leave Port Mafia."

This exposure may have happened since Ango Sakaguchi sneaked in.The reason why Mori Ogai has endured until now is that apart from Sakaguchi himself as a good liaison officer, it may be that he has no attempt to express his intention to negotiate peace with the Ministry of Internal Affairs through this person.

So there must be another matter right now, whose importance far exceeds the value that Ango Sakaguchi can create by staying in PortMafia, so Mori Ogai abandoned him without hesitation.

Ability business license.

The sudden request for help from the public relations officer and the so-called two-year short-term marriage contract are just a cover to divert her attention, and it is also another "alternative route".Mori Ogai told her clearly through Sakaguchi Ango that you must act according to my will, otherwise others will pay twice or even three times the heavy price for you.

Also a warning.

Even if he has no evidence in hand, the leader of an organization always has various reasons for wanting to sanction members.

Andre Gide can "see" the future, and Oda Sakunosuke can "see" the future, a terrible but fortunate coincidence.

"I was actually threatened?"

The girl muttered to herself strangely: "Someone actually made me reluctant to give up?"

Oda Sakunosuke is not irreplaceable to her.A bodyguard and driver who is always distracted by fishing, and occasionally an assistant, reminding the daily itinerary, there are many people who can complete these tasks for him now.But like a child obsessed with a non-essential item, Mori Yuki does not want to sell this unknown salted fish that has been with her for several years at a high price.

Not only is it a matter of dignity and face, but it is also a matter of simply treating Oda as someone close to him, and he is unwilling to give up.

After thinking about it, the girl has never looked at the offline in front of her so carefully: "Sakaguchi-kun, I remember that you have a good relationship with Oda, right?"

"Yes?" Sakaguchi Ango didn't quite understand why she brought up her personal affairs at this time.The eldest lady of PortMafia pursed her lips and smiled mysteriously: "Nothing."

In the current situation, Mori Ogai would not allow her to continue with her bodyguards to the next stop.The girl who didn't want to give up but didn't want to be threatened again made a decision: "Maybe I will ask you to take care of my bodyguard in the future."

"?" Are smart people good at making up riddles...

Ango Sakaguchi said he did not understand.

"Don't worry too much, find a chance to defect, I will keep silent until the next infiltrator enters PortMafia." The girl with a little baby fat showed a quiet and lonely smile: "You are not suitable for living in the dark, Sakaguchi gentlemen."

A strange melancholy grew slowly from the depths of the soul, entangled in the heart, and Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help but blurted out: "What about you? I learned a lot about your resume from the farming chief. I don't mean to offend. I mean, Miss Vergent, are you willing to leave PortMafia and live as an ordinary person in the island country again..."

"It's a bit late, but I'd like to add to my immature colleagues: Welcome to this country, miss."