Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

When Nakahara Chuya rushed to the restaurant that Ozaki Koyo mentioned on the phone, Ozaki Koye and Dazai Osamu were leisurely enjoying their afternoon tea.

"Ah, Chuya, you're finally here. Tokyo is really big, right? It can make you lose your way for two hours."

Dazai scooped up a spoonful of small cakes dipped in raspberry jam, and turned around to show a nasty smile at the belated brown-haired boy.

"How does it feel to be gay? Have you ever met a fat and rich old man to strike up a conversation with you?"

"Sure enough, you bastard did it!"

Even if he knew that this incident was [-]% related to this annoying guy.But at the moment when he saw the real person, the Central Plains boy couldn't help but harden his fist.

"Okay, you two, this is Tokyo, you all restrain me, if you want to fight, you will wait until you return to Yokohama."

Ozaki Koyo held the small folding fan in his hand and stood between the two teenagers who were on the verge of firing, speaking in a gentle tone but with the meaning of not being able to refuse.

"You represent the face and dignity of the port mafia. Remember not to do anything to discredit the port mafia."

"Know it--"

Dazai stuffed a piece of raspberry cake into his mouth, deliberately prolonging the tone with his lazy and vague voice, and carelessness was written all over his young face.

Compared to his indifference, the answer and performance of the other boy were much more serious and decent.

"I understand, Miss Hongye."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, pulled aside the seat and sat down quietly. The anger just now was well suppressed in his heart, and there was no trace of anger on his face at this moment.

Ozaki Koye nodded slightly in satisfaction, and then she noticed that the boy had put a cup of something on the table.

She glanced at it and found that it was a half-drunk fruit tea. The cheap plastic cup contained a lot of sliced ​​fruit, and a naive panda was painted on the transparent cup.

There was an undisguised sneer from the side, Dazai pointed to the half cup of fruit tea Nakahara Chuya brought, his kite-colored eyes were full of mockery, "You would buy this kind of thing, Chuya, you are a female high school student ?"

"what?!"

"Well, this is really a cute little hobby, how about taking this opportunity to apply to Ogai-sama to develop milk tea business in Yokohama?"

Koye Ozaki covered her face with a chuckle, "Changing up with the trend of the times is also beneficial to the development of the port mafia to some extent, isn't it?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

At such a time, he didn't know that these two people were just looking for him to have fun.

But even so, he still answered honestly, "I was invited by someone else."

"Huh? Which kind uncle bought a cup of fruit tea for our lost Central Plains kid?"

"You bastard, if you talk so eccentrically, be careful, I'll wring your throat out."

Zhongyuan Zhong also gave a vicious glance at the black-haired boy with a hippie smile next to him.

Dazai immediately put on a terrified look and pretended to cover his neck.

"The slave family is also very curious, who actually invited you to drink."

Ozaki Koye looked at the red-haired boy next to him, with an elegant smile on his lips.

The port mafia lives a bloody life. In order to keep their lives, they must be vigilant at all times to guard against assassinations from hostile forces.

Zhongyuan Zhongye is also known for his rigor and seriousness within the port mafia. How could such a person known for his rigor casually accept a gift from someone of unknown origin.

"A freak."

After pondering for a moment, the ocher-haired boy came up with an answer.

He didn't feel the slightest malice from that person, but he always followed his rhythm unknowingly, but he couldn't take any precautions against him.

This was the first time he encountered such a strange situation.

"Hey, weirdo..."

Dazai casually bit the small silver spoon, his kite-colored eyes flashed thoughtful for a moment.

……

In a game hall in Shinjuku, a young man in a purple panda sweater was standing in front of a claw machine, concentrating on hanging the doll. Next to him was a small pink cart, which was full of his today's trophies.

Standing in front of the claw machine next to the young man were three children about seven years old, and they also pushed a small stroller.However, the small strollers of these children are still empty.

"Ah, I don't have game coins anymore."

The thin, freckled little boy turned his jacket and trousers pockets inside out, and there was nothing inside, not a single coin.

"I'm gone too."

The fat little boy imitated him and turned his pocket upside down, and there was nothing in it except air.

"That brother is so powerful, he hits almost every catch..."

Wearing a yellow headband, the little girl with a blunt brow looked at the small cart next to the young man that was piled up into a mountain of dolls, and a hint of envy flashed in her big round eyes.

Just as she finished saying this, the black-haired youth caught another Pikachu.

"I really want to ask how he caught it."

The thin boy and the fat boy also cast envious glances at him.

……

When Chu Shu was about to hang another Jenny up, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

After glancing at the caller's contacts displayed on the phone screen, Chu Shu raised his eyebrows and pressed the connect button.

"I have something for you to do, Brandy."

The obviously processed voice was mixed with a little harsh "呲啦" electric sound coming from the other end of the phone.

"Sneak into the house of the president of the Sanzhou Shipbuilding Company and bring out a document. I'll email the photo of the document to you."

Rum's orders were always concise and to the point. After saying this, he hung up the phone without asking Chu Shu if he agreed to accept the task.

At the same time, Chu Shu's mobile mailbox received an email with a photo attached.Chu Shu clicked on the photo and took a look, then deleted the photo along with the email.

"The bastard only knows how to order people around, and he doesn't know how to raise wages for labor and management."

Chu Shu curled his lips and complained in a low voice.

Then he looked back at the dolls behind him who were about to blow up the cart, how to deal with these trophies now became a headache for him.

He can't take these things and try to be "cute" to pass the test.

"that……"

Just as Chu Shu was thinking about what to do with the cart of dolls, a crisp voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Chu Shu lowered his head, and met three pairs of big innocent eyes.

"Is there a problem?"

Chu Shu automatically put on his usual gentle smile, and looked at the three little Doudings behind him with a smile.

Seeing his friendly appearance, the little Doudings, who were still a little scrupulous at first, let go of their nervousness in an instant, raised their heads and looked at him eagerly with their big round eyes.

"May I ask if you have any skills?"

Chu Shu tilted his head and looked at them suspiciously, "Skills?"

"It's the skill of catching dolls."

The slightly fat boy pointed to Chu Shu's trophy, which couldn't fit in a cart, with undisguised envy in his eyes.

"Big brother, you are so good at catching dolls, you must have some exclusive doll catching skills, can you teach us that skill?"

It turned out to be grabbing dolls.

Chu Shu glanced at the empty trolley next to the three little Doudings, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, I have an urgent business to attend to, so I can't teach you skills."

Chu Shu bent down and squeezed the heads of the three little bean dings one by one. When the eyes of the three showed a look of disappointment, he put his small cart full of loot Push it to the front of the three little beans.

"As compensation, all the dolls in this car are given to you."

"Eh? Really?"

The three little bean dings looked up at him in disbelief, "Are all these given to us?"

Chu Shu nodded. Anyway, he couldn't take these dolls with him, and it would be a pity to throw them away. It would be better to give them to these children.

"Wow! Thank you, beautiful big brother!"

The three little bean dings thanked Chu Shu with great joy, and the little girl wearing a yellow headband took out her mobile phone from her pocket, "I'm going to send a message to Conan and Xiao Ai, and ask them which one they want."