The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"Hello? Yuki Mori."

Controlling the steering wheel with one hand, he parked outside the West Point shop, and Mori Yuki slammed the car door and walked towards the entrance of the two-story building.A member of PortMafia, who was in charge of taking care of the young lady's daily life, stepped forward and parked the car in place, and she answered the call with the other hand holding the headset.

Xia Youjie's voice slowly spread into his ears: "It's good to arrive safely, there is nothing else. Besides, Wuyou asked about Mrs. Alice. Without your consent, I just told him Mrs. Blonde Blue eyes, the color of their eyes is a bit similar."

"It's okay, I'll treat you to cake later, that's all." Mori Yuki wanted to end the topic, but Xia Youjie made a timely voice on the other side: "Uh... what should I say here? That, That's right, Wu..."

"Snapped"

The buzzing sound of the phone hanging up continued in his ears, Xia Youjie put away the phone and shrugged, shaking his head: "It seems that she is not in a good mood."

He and Jia Ruozi looked at each other, and the two went to their own bedrooms: "Good night, I have class tomorrow."

In the quarrel between lovers, even friends are inconvenient to intervene too deeply.Especially this kind of disagreement involving values, either Gojo Satoru learns to bow his head, or Mori Yuki gives up on himself, or breaks up.It's not a quarrel caused by a few petty fights, the less the third party gets involved, the better.

There was the sound of two door locks being closed in the corridor, and a certain student made a loud "thump, thud, thud" sound in the dormitory, as if knocking on the door panel with his head, so as not to tear down the room.As the other two people who unfortunately became neighbors with him, they could only wrap themselves tightly in pillows and quilts and pretend that they didn't hear anything.

At this time, Mori Yuki, who had already boarded the second-floor residence of the pastry shop, was throwing herself into the arms of Big Alice—she had completely forgotten whether she was born a daughter or a son back then, in short, as long as she had black hair and purple eyes, she would be right .

"It's strange, I'm actually a little sad. If someone else casually leaked my ability and said something like that, I would probably consider whether to give him a free bullet or a dose of poison based on my mood. Can that person Seeing the sun tomorrow morning depends entirely on whether I am in a good mood or whether there is any residual value worth squeezing. But...why am I thinking about whether to remedy it now?"

Talking to herself, she changed several positions in a row, grabbed her mother's arm and put it on her body, pretending to be comforted by her embrace.

Big Alice unconsciously let her daughter, who was already taller than herself, twist and turn in her arms, as if she was a breathing doll.

Mori Yuki turned around and hugged her mother's waist and rubbed her: "Where did you get the courage? Dare to place all bets on a foreign student."

The blond woman probably felt that the fluffy head in her arms was very interesting, and she grabbed Alice's fluffy black hair and stroked it like a cat for a while: "Isn't Lin Taro coming back today? The work of the embassy is very important." It's hard work!"

"..."

Just know that other people's names will never appear in her mouth again.

——Mental defects are very likely to be hereditary, thinking that one day he will have similar symptoms due to a certain man, Mori Yuki can't help but feel chills all over his body.

Then I would rather choose to pull out the [cup] and take a sip now.

Compared with this kind of lack of dignity, going directly to hell is not an unacceptable journey.

"Thank you for your pointers."

The girl nodded seriously, as if Big Alice could really teach her some experience from the perspective of life experience.

——The person put me in the first column of options, was it out of appreciation for an exquisite decoration, or was it something else?No idea, that's not something that can be verified using normal methods.

It is impossible to prove or clarify the inextricably linked context.

She began to think about what in Gojo Satoru was worthy of her stop and nostalgia.

There is no doubt that he is indeed good-looking, almost the best-looking of all humans she has ever seen, but he is only limited to "good-looking" and has no commodity value.Isn't Mori Yuki himself not good-looking?Or who among the people she works with is an eyesore?

No, at least she never thought that her partner's face was worth a little more discount.

She doesn't know if liking someone needs to refer to the other person's appearance, but she doesn't really care about it.If it's just for chasing skins, the wealth under her hands is enough to buy the most beautiful men in the world... of all types.

The ocean shipping loop brings PortMafia a steady stream of profits. To be honest, she no longer knows how much money she has to deal with every day. As long as she is alive, gold will circulate with her breath.Even if it is in a state of strike now, Yuki Mori can lie down and eat for ten lifetimes only with the equity of Mori Shipping in his hand.

All animals will care about these two points when chasing the opposite sex, right?Genes that desperately want to keep expressing will force us to choose a more reproductive partner.When we think that a person is "good-looking", we actually agree with the other person's healthy chromosomes; when we expect that person to be "rich", we actually require the other person to have the ability to raise cubs.

Even a magpie knows how to decorate its nest more beautifully, and blow up its hair to make it look bigger when it meets competitors. This is the instinct of the species to continue, and there is nothing to blame.

It's a pity that all these things are like floating clouds to little Alice. The girl finds out desperately that she really only wants an ordinary person who can put her in the first choice position.It doesn't matter whether she looks good or not, whether she is rich or not, she already has all these external conditions, so she doesn't have to look forward to them at all.It doesn't matter whether it is gentle or not, sincerity or not, even if it is a performance, as long as it can make her happy, it is not unacceptable.

Even if it's a sick love, as long as you love me enough - that person must love me so much that he is willing to bow his head and give in unconditionally.

Does such a person really exist?

Obviously, Gojo Satoru would not be such a person.

Maybe now he showed the appearance she wanted, what about in the future?What about tomorrow?What about next year?next decade?

It’s like fish with different species living in different fish tanks. They are only temporarily put together when the owner needs to change the water and turn over the tank. After playing happily for a while, they have to return to their respective waters go.

Suspiciousness in her nature made her look for reasons to persuade herself and find clues to overthrow those reasons. She sat on the bed with the quilt in her arms and watched the galaxy disappear and the eastern sun rise.

If you don't care, you won't care so much, and you don't have to be so hesitant.

It turns out that being in love is a dementia thing, sitting tossing and turning to the shadows, if this persistence is used in work, about ten island countries will buy it.

"Where's the lady?"

It's time for the store to open. Usually, the eldest lady should be sitting at the table waiting energetically, but today, there is no one.

The lady who was strikingly similar to her washed and changed her clothes and had breakfast by herself, playing the piano in the inner hall and singing freely.

It was no use asking her for help, she couldn't even understand the island language.

The "clerks" looked at each other, and finally decided who to be "in danger" by drawing lots.

The unfortunate person who got a short lottery carefully knocked on the door of the eldest lady's room, but no one answered for a long time.He immediately called the colleague in charge of monitoring the positioning device, and quickly confirmed that the coordinates had been staying in the bedroom and had not physically moved.If the person staying inside was an ordinary member, the door lock would have been picked long ago, but Missy...

More or less need to be cautious.

"Miss? Miss! Are you okay?"

The PortMafia who were arranged to "take care" of her in the pastry shop gritted their teeth and raised their voices. After a while, the weak voice came out: "Go and buy me a box of ibuprofen."

PortMafia, who was guarding the door, suddenly became a mess. Some people went around three or five times to buy medicine, and some rushed to send messages to the leader. The BOSS only has this one daughter. Whether the father and daughter are good or not, they should not be killed, and the sick person who takes care of the young lady will inevitably suffer a little bit.

One hour later, Mori Yuki who had taken Bulofen appeared in front of everyone, and it wasn't long before Hirotsu Liulang received Mr. Mori's order to check the situation.

"How is Missy feeling? Did you eat something wrong or catch a cold?"

The white-haired old man stood in front of the girl with one hand resting on his chest, and the sickly girl smiled at him with her mouth shut: "I probably caught a cold, and I'll recover after a few days of rest."

A monitor had already informed the leader of her movements in the past few days, and the latter sent Guangjin Liulang here just to see if it was true or not.

However, it turned out to be true. There was an unhealthy blush on the girl's pale cheekbones, and her breath was much lighter than usual.The melodious and full-bodied singing in the inner hall never stopped. Her mother was clearly close at hand, but she didn't seem to realize that her child was having a fever.

I am used to seeing her vigorous and healthy state, and suddenly seeing her sick and weak appearance at this moment, Guangjin Liulang's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but bend his waist even deeper: "Miss, take care, the leader misses you very much, maybe tomorrow maybe The day after tomorrow, maybe someone will pick you up to go back to Yokohama."

The girl smiled and signaled the "clerks" to pour tea for the guests: "Sit down and chat, others go to have lunch, I don't want to open today, so close the door for rest."

Immediately, someone ran to close the gate completely. Guangjin Liulang hesitated for a moment, and finally lowered his head and sat down: "Let me overstep."

"You are too restrained. A senior with qualifications and strength like you is someone I must respect." She stretched out her hand and pushed the teacup in front of the guest: "Ceylon black tea, the quality is acceptable."

"Thank you." Guangjin Liulang leaned forward, picked up the bone china teacup and took a sip: "It's really fragrant."

The unique plum scent of black tea was lingering in the pastry shop. Yuki Mori lowered his eyes: "Please tell your father that he has worked hard during this time."

Well, right now, no more hard work.

The groundwork has been being done, and it is time to start.

I can't sleep at night, and I don't know how to deal with the little troubles of love, so I can only deal with the cheap father first.Mr. Rimbaud and Verlaine followed the boat to all the major ports along the Pacific coast. She already knew the real situation outside. As for the complicated relationship within the organization... Dazai's defection actually weakened the strength of the cadres. The subordinates are more stupid than each other, and this is the time when Mori Ogai's defense force is weakest.

It is not even necessary to call back the two transcendents who sailed with the ship.

Central Plains?

It is easy to ban him.

Sitting to send Guangjin Liulang away, she propped up her body and went upstairs to rest: "You can do whatever you want, just don't bother me. By the way, no matter who visits, tell them that I will never see you."

The clerks all nodded their heads to express their understanding, and opened the store door to continue business after a while - it doesn't mean that no one will come to buy cakes after the eldest lady has a rest!Always find something to do, otherwise it will be difficult to stay in a fixed place and not be able to move.

Back in the bedroom, Yuki Mori hugged the quilt and began to examine all the funds he could mobilize.

It is not difficult to create a cash flow that matches the intelligence, and it does not require any capital investment. There is something called financial leverage in the world.

The direct descendants who have been raised outside for so many years have also reached maturity, and they can be used normally when they are picked up. She checked the current cadres and found that they could kill all of them except Hongye Ozaki.

What's the use of keeping them?The old-eyed ones, those who spend money to buy seats, the neutrals left by the previous generations... PortMafia wants to continue to exist in the new era, it must make a proper division-legal business is done legally, illegal business is done illegally, Sen's Shipping Club as a white road The name on it should also wash the mud off the legs.

Let her continue to practice the future that her father can't see.

In the early summer of 2005, a piece of "mysterious" information gradually spread from the Kanto region that was swept away by the last financial turmoil - the "witch" who harvested the entire East Asian ore futures was dying soon, and her subordinates had at least five Tens of billions of funds.In order to arrange the funeral affairs in the last stage of life, the "witch" frequently mobilized resources in an attempt to launder this part of the money and send it to the European continent.

This mysterious intelligence dealer originally came from Europe. Considering the religious beliefs there, it seems that there is no way to understand it.Even the Papal State made it clear that the day when the money arrives is when the indulgences will be issued. For a person who has reached the end of his journey, this is the deepest comfort that Kuoguying can get.

But after all, it is [-] billion. The "witch" wants to buy a ticket to heaven wishfully, and it depends on whether the cut leeks on the island country are willing or not.For a while, black and white were surging, no matter which side wanted to swallow the money in one gulp.As the economic and financial center of East Asia, Tokyo will inevitably be involved in this crazy looting, and even Yokohama, far in the southwest, has no wind and waves.

Because it is "black money" that needs to be cleaned, organizations large and small in the world are particularly energetic, and PortMafia is no exception.

"The witch has been hiding for so long, and she suddenly let out the news again. It is not known what her intentions are. But PortMafia is bound to win the 500 billion black gold." At the impromptu meeting of the five major cadres, PortMafia leader Mori Ogai rarely showed Ambitious side: "The relevant firms will go all out to find out where the funds are going, and then..."

500 billion, no matter how worthless the island country’s currency is, it is enough to make people lose their minds when they are exchanged for US dollars.As long as they can eat this sudden windfall, PortMafia will transcend all traditional violent organizations and become an existence that deters the entire Kanto region.

Soon, the "witch" changed hands crazily and frequently as if stimulated by some intelligence. The confrontation in the financial market was silent and rapid, accompanied by countless reversals. Don't be swallowed by a big shark.And those underground forces set their sights on the "witch".

Even if the information spreads that this person "doesn't last long", the major gangs really want to bring this genius into the organization - they have never seen anyone who can hit every pulse of the market so accurately, even if it is malicious manipulation, they will Being able to advance and retreat gracefully while keeping his vest is like a swordsman who comes and goes without a trace in ancient legends. After swinging his knife, his corpses are scattered all over the field, and he is too far away to be seen.

An art-like crime can be called a black slam.

After going back and forth like this for more than half a month, perhaps because of poor health, the "witch" began to gradually move funds to the port city of Yokohama.

This can be regarded as stabbing a hornet's nest, including the traditional gangsters who rank first in the island country today, and turned their attention to this natural and excellent deep-water port, and were delighted to find that it was also a docker who started playing foreign things here!

Both are black suits and black sunglasses, PortMafia is dressed like a civil servant, and the traditional black ones don't look like good people.The port gangsters are just the port gangsters. Their serious name is "port gangsters", and they even have a full English name, which seems to be very cultural and connotative.

It is also the first time that the people of Yokohama have discovered that local specialties are actually quite good looking, and they almost picked out one to compare with other outsiders around, not to mention that at least the appearance is good enough to fight.

Mr. Mori, who is actively participating in the battle for funds, has already noticed that the situation is different. However, it is easy to start a huge monster, but it is difficult to step on the brakes.The hands extending from the Tokyo area lead the disputes to the superstructure infinitely, assassination, instigation, incitement, and riots. The congressmen are controlled by the consortia behind them, and they frequently change their positions. Even the prime minister can hardly continue to control the current administrative agency.

At the beginning of June, the Prime Minister announced the dissolution of the cabinet, and then the opposition parties frantically launched an impeachment case for various reasons. With the cabinet empty, the parliament physically became one.The civil servants performed all kinds of riot operations in a daze, accompanied by the ups and downs of the electrocardiogram. If this continues, the family business for hundreds of years will be destroyed!

In the middle of the month, the administrative system of the entire country became more and more corrupt. At this time, the "witch" who was still trying to find a way out for the funds in her hands suddenly stopped.There is no trace of money if it is not in circulation.The mysterious intelligence dealers can choose to remain silent again in order to protect themselves, but the capital flow that has been brought into high-speed rotation in the whole society cannot be stopped at all, and neither can the major gangs that are red-eyed.

"Let us withdraw all our people, and we don't have to fight for the territory. From now on, it will be all meaningless internal friction. I can't spend my subordinates in this kind of place." In fact, Mr. Sen had no choice but to consider exiling him for more than one month. Yue's daughter was invited back from a remote village.

The kid has a different opinion in the economic field, maybe it can relieve some work pressure for him, and it can also let him get away from tidying up the increasingly turbulent night in Yokohama.

After a month of "sickness", Yuki Mori finally set off for Yokohama under the diligent and diligent running of Hirotsu Yanagi.At the same time, Wutiao, who has done a good job in psychological construction, cleaned up the elderly in the family, participated in school activities (communication meetings), and honestly did tasks to save up a "wife book" that he thinks he can handle, stands on the side of "Alice". Cake House" and the PortMafia who stayed here stared wide-eyed.

"Where's Yuki?"

Recently, the number of curse spirits has shown an abnormal trend of outbreaks. They frequently travel to various places to exorcise those negative monsters. As a result, the youth with a lot of hostility lowered his sunglasses to reveal his blue eyes, and the "clerks" were speechless.Before the eldest lady left, she didn't say how to deal with this kind of thing. They all agreed that this kid was dumped. What's going on?

"what……"

If you are indecisive, you can only procrastinate.With the help of meaningless modal particles, the PortMafia exchanged glances in an attempt to find a reasonable answer to prevaricate him: "Miss is in poor health, and the leader will take her back to Yokohama for medical treatment."

In the past month, the eldest lady has indeed appeared in front of people with a sick appearance every day, as if she hadn't slept all night, and she also lost weight rapidly. What is it if she is not seriously ill?No wonder the leader was anxious, after all, she was his only daughter.

Gojo Satoru: "...do you think I'm blind?"

Ignore the non-existing mantras on these people, just by looking at them, you can see that your expressions are out of control, your eyes are flickering, and you are guilty, okay!It may be true that Yuki is sick, and it is also true that he is not here, but the word "recovery" is different.

After the "quarrel" that day, he started a unilateral cold war first, and soon found that his girlfriend was colder than himself, and the teenager who couldn't sit still soon had to lock himself in the bedroom to reflect—why was Yuki angry?

What's wrong with not wanting her to work hard?

Including the negligence of her from the Zenyuan family, he doesn't want to see any conjurer discriminate against the girl he likes on the grounds of "ordinary people". In order to achieve such a goal, what's the point of covering her under his wings wrong?

Since he is an ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken, wouldn't it be fine to accept protection obediently? Why refuse?

Originally, he also considered whether to ask his friend Xia Youjie what to do, but when he recalled that the other party knew Mori Yuki better than himself, and even mentioned her family in a familiar tone, Gojo Satoru didn't want to mention it to him again. Any topic about girlfriends.With no foreign aid, the call was rejected, the teenager could only look for solutions through unreliable forums - even if he ran to the cake shop to see her, it was useless, she energized the door panels and windows!

It doesn’t matter if you turn on the unlimited limit or not, but the family’s friendly reminder that stalking will only make the impression score lower and lower, so he has to choose the suggestions with the highest ratings—sincere apologies!

Just, just bow your head.My girlfriend's temper is worse than mine when she gets stubborn, so there's nothing she can do except to be soft.

It's not about admitting defeat!It's just a tactical way to admit mistakes first to ease the relationship, and then try to find a way to ask her what she thinks.