The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

In the past year, the patriarch of the Chanyuan, Zenyuan Zhipiren, lived a happy life. It seems that after drinking a little wine and taking care of the daily needs of the tribe, there is nothing to worry about.Since cooperating with Sen's Shipping, the young lady who behaves differently from ordinary people has quickly cleared up a new market for the traditional business for the partner-in the past, the business of spell tools of the Chanyuan family was limited to the spells inherited by the family Ms. Mori thinks that everyone who earns money is the same, gold is gold, and there is no distinction between high and low.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, most people still agreed with her from the bottom of their hearts.So with the help of Mori Club and its affiliated architectural firm, the Chanyuan opened a new processing factory dedicated to mass production of low-precision magic tools at a very low price.

The incantation tools provided to the conjuration family are naturally finely crafted according to traditional manual methods. There is no need for large-scale products for ordinary conjurers, and even the quality does not need to be too good-a piece of money can only be obtained but can be used for a lifetime. A weapon, a weapon that can only be used for a month but is relatively cheap, for the producer, the latter is obviously more profitable.

Anyway, from the very beginning, the seller made it clear that this thing is only for transitional use, and when your conjurer rating reaches level one or above, there will naturally be someone else who will come to your door to customize a more convenient new spell.

In this way, so many ordinary people raised in the family can find something to do, so as not to raise other problems after being idle. "Bing" and Juju stay in the team, not everyone can enter, there are always side members who have nothing to do and spend their days idle, doesn't this happen to be all used!

Since the opening of the new market, a very satisfactory amount has appeared on the accounts of the Chanyuan family in just one year, and the people in Zhibi are a little bit reluctant to part with Mori Yuki-it is agreed that the two families will get what they need and then dissolve the engagement, but No one would dislike this kind of girl who can make money as if she had a golden finger, right?

The future mistress of the Chanyuan family must not be an ordinary person. Pick a handsome and decent boy from the side branch to marry Mori Yuki in... It seems to be considered.For young people, don't talk about whether you have feelings or not. After getting along for a long time, you can naturally have everything.

As for Yuki Mori, would he really be the kind of person who is eager to help his collaborators without any desires...?

How can it be!

The narrow-mindedness and memory inherited from Mori Ogai allowed her to keep in mind all the unpleasant things since she stepped into the main gate of the Zen Monastery, one by one, and waited for the final settlement—proposed to sell low-quality products Spell equipment is a kind of temptation with ulterior motives.The result directly determines whether the Chanyuan is qualified to be treated equally as a true partner in the eyes of the eldest lady. Obviously, the performance of the Chanyuan family is far from the word "passing", so they can only become food under the claws of falcons up.

From the standpoint of the traditional conjurers represented by the Zenyuan Zhipiren, it is a matter of course that commoner conjurers are unbearable to be in the same position as them.But for real commoner conjurers, those descendants of aristocratic families with nostrils on their foreheads are the best... I don't know the feudal remnants left over from the last few centuries.

Civilian conjurers are under the management of the director's office, while traditional conjurers are under the management of the family, and there was little contact between the two sides.Right now, Mori Yuki has created a space where both parties can see each other through the use and sale of magic tools, and artificially designed levels and layers in this space.Where there is hierarchy, there will be comparison, and if there is stratification, there will be division. Everyone is born with special talents, and none of them can escape the shackles of talent. Who can be willing to rely on others for a lifetime?

When the contradictions accumulate to a certain extent, the Zenyuan family will inevitably be a ship on the cusp of the storm and have to give up part of their interests by cutting their wrists.This ancient family, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will never suffer from this dumb loss, and the strength of the counterattack is enough to prevent the director from taking any advantage.So, who will take advantage of it?Of course, it is the person who stands in the shadows and controls the chain of operations.So, the so-called win-win, doesn't it mean that you all lose and only I win?

The girl smiled and knocked Rimbaud's "King" away with her "Queen". The long-haired young man raised his hands in surrender: "I lost, I'm really not good at board games."

"It doesn't matter, with your strength, you don't have to be good at this."

She wore a bright green silk skirt and a set of small imitation emerald jewelry. She covered her white and slender fingers in front of her face and yawned: "Thank you and Mr. Verlaine for going out with the boat for me. Several local gangs want to talk to me about the business of sugar and cocoa beans. It’s rare that someone doesn’t want to focus on drugs, but it’s not impossible. We must find out the situation of the farms and plantations, and bring some samples back if possible. It is a standard, and it is also a ready-made reason in case of turning against each other in the future."

"It's not hard work for me. Paul has complained for a long time that the yard is too small, but we wish we could go out and see more."

Rimbaud was looking forward to the upcoming journey. He looked up at the sky, frowned and said to the girl as if thinking of something: "I'm afraid it will snow tonight, why don't you wear one more?"

"Don't! It doesn't look good if you wear too much!"

Now that the word "temperature" was completely forgotten, Mori Yuki pouted and twisted his face: "Anyway, this is the last time, and it will be easier to make a good impression on the other party in the future."

Word of the wild swings in iron ore prices has spread through the industry, with speculators swarming to try to fish in troubled waters.In fact, the final transaction price of ore is only closely related to the mining volume of the year and the tariff policy of the importing country. It is affected by other factors such as shipping prices, and generally the range of changes will not be too exaggerated.As long as the resource-exporting country engages in coup d'état or the like, and there are no large-scale geological disasters during the mining season, it is not difficult to predict a reasonable value.

Of course, this "not difficult" refers to people who are clear-headed, or who are really well-informed.Members of the Thénardier Mercenary Corps are widely active in every corner of the world. For them, they can judge at a glance whether a country's recent regime will fall or not.At least Yuki Mori can judge that the government of the major iron ore exporter will not collapse this year, but more speculators do not know this.

The "witches" had already passed on the information that they wanted to harvest leeks in East Asia to those Thénardier members who were in short supply and needed some money. Naturally, some people joined in the fun and set up traps.

It seems that the eldest lady wants to completely empty out the Zenyuan family's family from all directions and from multiple angles, that is, the force value is too low, otherwise she can sell the whole family in a package.

"Tonight, the master of the Buddhist monastery will definitely chat with me about the price of iron ore, I hope he can cheer me up." Mori Yuki put the chess pieces back into the box one by one, and sighed weakly: "Oh... ...an opponent of this level..."

"Didn't Gojo-kun ask you to go to the movies at night?"

Rimbaud was a little confused about the time relationship: "The New Year's party at the Chanyuan family will last until late at night, can it be arranged?"

"Of course~"

The girl laughed happily: "Because Zenyuan Naoya also asked me to go to the movies at night, let him squat in the movie theater by himself, and I will go on a date with Xiaowu, it's perfect."

Rimbaud: "Huh?"

It sounds a bit strange, but it's normal when you think about it carefully. He seems to have seen this kind of operation before... Oh!

Very common in France.

etc?You are a German, why are you so skilled in posture?

The long-haired young man thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a reason, and finally sent the eldest lady out to the car with an innocent face like a small animal.

The New Year's party at the Chanyuan family was really boring. Wearing a green dress with thin suspenders and only a thin shawl on the outside, Yuki Mori was sleepy and sat on the table all night long.Sure enough, the Zhipi people of the Buddhist monastery mentioned the speculative business of iron ore several times. No matter how optimistic he was, the girl just shook her head and disagreed.

"Futures are too risky. I don't recommend that families like the Zenyuan family run traditional industries to get involved in them. The gap between profit and loss is astonishing, and the operation is also very complicated. If you are not careful, you will lose all your money. To be safe, it is best to be outside of the surplus. The surplus can be used to invest in this kind of business, and the current financial situation of the Chanyuan family has not reached this level.”

She explained to the Patriarch of the Zen Academy very sincerely that the other party only thought it was due to the natural timidity of girls—well, isn’t life just about taking a gamble when you see an opportunity?Recently, many people in the industry are very optimistic about this investment, and after hearing a lot, he also feels that there is something to be done here.Maybe if they win this game, the Zenyuan family can stand up and become the head of the Yusan family, and no matter how bad it is, they can even tie with the Wutiao family economically.

However, Mori Yuki shook his head frequently to pour cold water on him?Zenyuan Zhipi was very unhappy, and secretly complained that the woman was really timid, and his desire to keep her in the Zenyuan's house also faded a bit: "It's hard to force you to sit here, and Zhizai just said that I'm going to the movies tonight, you young people Let's go play together."

Anyway, the family sacrifice does not require an ordinary woman to participate, so she can be sent away so that we can continue to discuss the ore business with the elders.

"Yes," Mori Yuki got up in a rare and docile voice, Zenyuan Naoya had already left the table and ran outside, and the two met at the door of the main house of the family: "Why are you making father angry again?"

The young man opened his mouth with a taste of lack of discipline. The girl leaned on the car door with one hand, and slowly turned her head to look at him: "I advise you to swallow the last half of the sentence, or I will wait for you." As a rag."

虽然不明白她说的“抹布”是什么意思，本能却疯狂提醒他别在这个时候作死。回忆起吃过的那些闪1光1弹以及催1泪1瓦1斯，禅院直哉非常聪明的闭上嘴一言不发。

It's a little strange, the danger he sensed at that moment just now is like facing Shier's fist, which makes him feel unavoidable, why?

"Very well, be good and don't annoy me."

After finishing speaking, Mori Yuki lifted the skirt and sat in the back seat of the car. The driver sitting in the front row cleared his throat and reminded his wife, "Master Naoya?"

"Humph!"

The boy threw himself into the seat angrily, and pulled the car door hard: "Let's go!"

When I went to the cinema to see it, the posters and posters were full of the familiar face of the publicist.

Mori Yuki: "..."

Is this guy so hot?

He is indeed so popular. As PortMafia's positive image to the outside world, the public relations specialist took out the professional ethics that even an actor doesn't have to manage with heart. Coupled with his unisex beauty, he is naturally invincible.

"You haven't seen this movie, have you? It's fine if you haven't watched it. The acting is really bad, and the actors can see their faces. In comparison, the boring and lengthy 10 minutes in the middle are not as good as the two songs at the beginning and end. Fortunately, With that combined 10 minutes, I don't feel like I wasted my movie tickets. I don't understand how this guy's movies are lined up on New Year's Eve. Are all the women staring at him and screaming stupid? And that American woman, her ass is too big and ugly!"

The young master of the Chanyuan raised his chin, not caring what the publicist and Ms. Wynyard's fans would think of him when they heard such words, Mori Yuki turned his face and sighed: "Shut up, okay? Don't make me regret wasting time with you. "

Even if it's the truth, please don't pull me to make a fool of yourself together, okay?

No matter what you do, the public relations specialist is better than your acting skills. They can make a lot of money with just one face, and Ms. Sharon is even more ruthless who can distinguish several different images by herself. What can you do?

Taking the paper tickets arranged by the servants and walking into the screening hall, the lights were quickly turned off, and Mori Yuki was speechless listening to the familiar voice of Nakahara in the opening song.

Oh, it seems that I sang the ending song?

Cheap Dad is really good at making the best use of everything.

When Naoya Zenyuan watched a movie, he was really "watching" a movie. The young man stared intently at the big screen, as if a puzzle about the origin of the universe was written on it.After sitting for a while, there was the sound of clothes rubbing against Mori Yuki's right hand, and someone handed over a bucket of popcorn.

She unceremoniously reached in and grabbed a handful, then took them back and squeezed them into her mouth one by one. The teenager holding the popcorn bucket leaned in the seat, and his long legs were aggrievedly stuffed in the front seat Below: "So slow!"

He silently made a mouth shape, the small round dark glasses slid down along the bridge of the nose, and the boy's beautiful blue eyes were shining brightly in the darkness.

Mori Yuki pursed his lips and smiled at him, putting a finger in front of his lips: "Shhh!"

Taking advantage of Zenyuan Naoya not noticing, the two moved a few places to the side together.The latter was so focused on the movie that he didn't even know that his fiancée had run away with someone else.

"I searched several screening halls before I found you!"

Gojo Satoru took out two bottles of Coke from his coat pocket, looked at Mori Yuki's beautiful long dress that had nothing to do with keeping warm, and silently changed the side of the Coke and stuffed it back into his pocket.A piece of popcorn was stuffed into his mouth immediately, and the white-haired boy chewed it up with a couple of smiles, and all the grievances just now disappeared.

At the end of the film, the director edited a vast snow field very artistically. As the perspective gradually rose into the air, the ending song rang.The ethereal and distant female voice sang an incomprehensible ancient language, as if lamenting the miss of the heroes and heroines in the film.

Gojo Satoru listened for a while, then turned to look at Mori Yuki: "You sang it?!"

"Huh? Can you hear it?"

The single MV produced at the same time has not yet been released, and she doesn't even show a hair in the movie. How did this guy recognize her?Didn't it mean that his vision is particularly good, and this is also related to hearing?

"As long as you listen carefully, you can easily hear it. It's true that the actors' acting skills are a bit exaggerated, but the color of the film is very good. Generally speaking, the story is relatively strong, and the plot is relatively logical. It's not bad. There are red and red. It makes sense.” Although Wu Tiao is a bit of a character in terms of personality, he can also speak human words.Especially in terms of evaluating others, as long as it is not intentionally funny or maliciously provocative, most of them are pertinent and practical, and they will not deliberately belittle others in order to exaggerate themselves.

"Hehehe, of course, if I had to choose, I would definitely think the ending song is the best!"

The invisible tail shook wildly, and the tall boy was pushed to the side by the girl sitting next to him: "Shut up!"

In this sentence, the previous ruthlessness was no longer there, it was like a group of black cats moaning and clawing by the fireplace.

When the film ended, Zenyuan Naoya stood up and left, without even thinking about waiting or looking for Mori Yuki.It's as if "watching a movie with his fiancée" is a task he must complete but is unwilling to do. Anyway, people sit in the movie theater and watch it from beginning to end, and they don't even bother to give one more perfunctory sentence.

It's a good thing he got dumped!

"Going to play games?" Mori Yuki asked according to the arrangement when he and Osamu Dazai went out to fish together.

It’s not too late to watch the movie, because it’s New Year’s Eve, and no business will close early if they can’t think of it.The streets and alleys are busier than before, especially the commercial street where the movie theater is located. There are girls in different costumes standing outside many restaurants to solicit.

The girl glared at the maid with two ponytails who was waving at Gojo Satoru, her murderous aura almost made her cry.The white-haired boy was busy pulling her away from the stranger who was obviously waiting on the road and was planning to strike up a conversation, and he seemed to be in a bad posture.

He thought she was talking about games on PSN, so he answered without hesitation: "Go buy two game consoles first?"

"Huh? Why buy that thing? It's good to take up space!"

"PSN takes up space?"

Half an hour later, the boy stood in a confused game hall and said, "Here..."

There are a little too many curse spirits. Although the levels are very low, it is not very good for ordinary people's health!

Mori Yuki couldn't see the curse, and stepped into the dark and noisy game hall: "Can you play? It doesn't matter if you don't, I will tell you how to play."

"Of course I will! How could I not!"

He was very fussy and stubborn, and was immediately laughed at by the young lady who had been wandering the streets since childhood: "Will your family allow you to enter this kind of place? Do you know how to exchange coins? Where can you exchange them?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Even if you didn't know it just now, you can learn now, right?

He followed behind into the game room that smelled of tobacco and alcohol, and walked through the passage, the low-level curse spirits shivering on both sides collapsed and disappeared.

After another half an hour, the young master Wutiao who lost the game for no reason was puzzled: "Is this unreasonable?"

"What's unreasonable?" Miss Mori stretched out her thin and long fingers in front of him, shaking her big purple eyes around: "Is it strange to lose to me?"

That's not a question of whether it's strange or not. How should I put it, Gojo Satoru didn't know how to write the word "lose" since he was a child.It was the first time he encountered such a completely incomprehensible situation, and he was a little confused—what level is his own taijutsu, what level is Yuki's taijutsu, and can she call it taijutsu?At best, it is the strength to make healthy gymnastics the standard.No matter how you think about it, whether it's the reaction speed of the muscles or the ability to capture the vision, there is no reason for him to lose, right?

It's not that I can't lose to her, seeing her so happy, well... Forget it, I don't want to!

Mori Yuki smiled and turned his face to look at the claw machine - did someone not notice that there was a bottle of Coke missing in his pocket?

Hurry up and leave before the boss finds out, or you will have to pay someone a game console whose operation keys were damaged by a drink.

"I want that black cat doll, catch it for me!"

The eldest lady is the best at manipulating people, and the boy was dragged to the claw machine just as soon as he gave up thinking.The fluffy black cat playing idol is the last one left from the last wave, pressed in the corner by a bunch of more beautiful and more delicate dolls, looking out pitifully through the glass.

Gojo Satoru bent down to observe for a while, and then began to roll up his sleeves: "The black one is not Liuqiu, right? Look at me!"

Red octopus dolls, blue narwhal dolls, yellow sponge dolls, purple starfish dolls, and white shell dolls all piled up around his feet soon.It has to be said that people with good physical skills and good eyesight have an inherent advantage in playing this kind of game. After grabbing half a box of dolls, the black cat doll finally rolled down from the exit.

"Give you."

He grabbed the little black cat and stuffed it to Mori Yuki, without looking at the other dolls left on the ground: "It seems to be snowing outside, I'll take you back."

"Then let's go, do you eat DQ? Or Haagen-Dazs?"

The girl knew that this guy had a sweet tooth, and of course she knew that this habit was not healthy.But as a big brain user, Mori Yuki also knows what it means for a white-haired boy to frown and rub his temples occasionally.

He needs to add a lot of sugar at any time.

Gojo Satoru thought about it and decided to choose the Snow Queen: "DQ, I want the vanilla flavor."

"Then I want cocoa, and I can change it, you wait here." Mori Yuki walked to the window, and returned after a while holding two ice creams with three balls: "Your, vanilla flavor."

"Oh," he endured all night, and finally couldn't help asking: "It's snowing outside, you wear so little and eat ice cream, aren't you afraid of the cold? Could it be because of the fat layer?"

After three bites and two bites, he wiped out the ice cream in his hand. The boy leaned over and bit off two balls from the cone in Mori Yuki's hand: "It's okay, I can eat it for you, so you won't be cold."

"..."

Looking at the cone, which was basically only the "cone" left in her hand, the girl narrowed her eyes, and a murderous look flashed past: "What did you say? I didn't seem to hear clearly just now."

"Fat layer! Fat layer! Like a penguin, isn't it?"

Someone foolishly uttered such a sentence, and quickly got kicked on the calf, and the little black cat doll with a frustrated expression flew up into the air: "You are just like a penguin!"

"I can't hit it! Hahahahahaha!" The boy laughed while grabbing the doll and ran into the snow. The snowflakes fell on him profusely, and soon slid down again along the transparent membrane.He stretched out his hand to the girl standing under the eaves: "Come on, I've opened unlimited, I'm not cold."

This time, it was a snowball wrapped in stones that flew over, and if someone else hit it, it would probably kill someone.

Gojo Satoru caught the snowball and threw it away with a smile. He took a few steps forward and pulled Mori Yuki out from under the eaves of the store: "Look, I won't lie to you."

"Huh?" The girl looked at the snowflakes sliding down her silhouette in surprise, and stretched out her free other hand forward.Snowflakes fell and floated in her palm through a layer of air.

He wasn't lying, he wasn't cold at all.