I write dog blood in Yokohama

Today is indeed a day of great luck.

Because I accidentally ran far away, there was really no convenience store nearby, and I still couldn't find it after five or six intersections through the mobile phone navigation. I was completely in a state of confusion.

Damn it, I obviously don't have the road idiot attribute.

I always feel that this junk software is deliberately bluffing people. I definitely went too far, but the sad thing is that now I can only rely on this thing to find out the way.

Lower your head and continue to follow the navigation instructions in your mobile phone. I have to say that God is ravaging you. At the same time, it opened a window for you. For example... when I passed the bridge, I picked up a wallet.

Money, wallet?

As a thief, I sneaked a glance around, swallowed my saliva, ah, no, no, no, I am a legal and good citizen, how can I make such obscene actions?Carefully wipe off the cold sweat on your forehead, calm down, of course you have to hand over the wallet when you find it... Wake up, I am a mafia! !

I very consciously put myself into the identity of Port Mafia.

Nervously picking up the wallet on the ground, I looked left and right, cleared my throat, raised my neck and asked loudly: "Is there anyone? Has anyone lost their wallet?"

Forgive me for not being able to say the words "loss" and "wallet" in Japanese. I didn't stop there, so I switched to Chinese and asked again: "Did anyone lose their wallet!"

There was no response from the empty surroundings.

Then you can't blame others!I was so happy that I poked my probe, opened the wallet and looked through it carefully——

A 100-yen bill, two 1000-yen bills.

"..." So poor.

The feeling of joy disappeared in an instant, there was very little paper in the wallet, and the thin green banknotes had no attractive thickness.

I, a poor person with few dollars left in my pocket, want to complain.

You must know that although 2000 yen sounds equivalent to more than 100 yuan, it is very valuable, but for the Japanese with high prices, it is the same as 20 yuan, which means that this wallet actually only contains 21 yuan. dollars.

Staring at this seemingly empty wallet unwillingly, well... Having said that, it is money, enough for me to eat a few boxes of instant noodles.

It’s really hard to be a homeless these days. I’m about to throw up instant noodles, and I don’t have enough money to eat well. I sighed, patted my butt and stood up without disgust. This wallet looks like it’s just been used. Yes, the style is also very simple, there is only one inside when you open it, hey, wait a minute.

Was it originally two mezzanines?

Happiness came too suddenly, I hurriedly separated from the narrow second mezzanine and fell out, and then only heard a "click", and a bank card fell out of the wallet.

Ah, the bank card still doesn't work.

I picked up the thing that fell on the ground and looked at it carefully. The card was written in unfamiliar Japanese and a series of clear Arabic numerals. To be honest, it would be a bit bad to steal someone else’s bank card, in case it was tied up by someone else. What overdraft card, I don't really want to do this kind of thing even if it's as wicked as it is, and I don't know the payment password at all!

No matter, put this card back into the wallet, and go to the police station for a bank card. Anyway, if this thing is lost, it will be fine to report the loss, and I will not touch the money in it. Now it It's like a waste card.

As for the 2100 yen, hee hee, I will accept it.

*

I went back to the poor little Internet cafe with bitterness, and lived in peace for another two days.

I have to thank the more than 2000 yuan I picked up before. I have been relying on it for the past two days to barely survive, but it is sad that the Internet fee will be due tomorrow, and the money left in my hand is obviously not enough. use.

I am so sad, looking at my trouser pocket that is cleaner than my face, I am so emaciated that my hair is a few bald, you must know that I am only 15 years old, and I started to lose my hair so early... Ah, no, the most important thing now The problem is where can I find so much small money to pay for my “rent”? My writing career has only just published a few chapters. The past two days have been tepid, and it’s not yet time to receive the manuscript fee. The only money I can count on now The only way to do this cheap job is at Port Mafia.

So why haven't the damn wages been paid? It hasn't really been a white job so far!

I shouldn't have had a fluke mentality before, thinking that I would be a fool if I waited a few days before the end of the month to receive the money, so it seems that it is more reliable to do the dishes, and I will go out and find a part-time job to do the dishes later. Do a part-time job or something.

When I think about it, I immediately take action. It would be better to say that as soon as I consider the urgent "rent", my procrastination will be cured immediately. The phone suddenly rang with a "ding ding dong dong".

"Hello? Empty your dick?" I picked up the phone.

"He が お Yuan 気 で で か!" The voice on the other end of the phone seemed very angry, and a long, unintelligible sentence spewed out crazily from the phone: "Today はprotection fee を受け选る日だから! どうしてまだ来ていないのか, Laozi をどのくらい待たせるのか!”

I was suddenly scolded, and even if I didn't understand well, I could guess that this person was scolding me. I lowered my head and glanced at the number again. Remarks: Senior Hulukawa.

Who is this!

Facing the few contacts, I didn't ask "Pardon?" in a dumb tone. I kept silent very wisely, and only whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Tsk." The man on the other end of the phone seemed to be still angry, but his voice slowed down a bit, and he continued in a bad tone: "You are limited to appear at the door of the staff dormitory within 2 minutes."

Ah, I understand the term staff dormitory.

But only understand this one word!Can you speak more slowly, the whole sentence is too long to hear clearly, forget it... Since he mentioned the location, and it is in such an orderly tone, he should tell me to rush over now.

Are cannon fodders so devoid of human rights?I put on my shoes miserably and closed the door of the private room. It seems that I will not be able to go out to find a job washing dishes later. This is the rhythm of white workers.

He rushed to the gate of the staff dormitory in a hurry, and a cool black car was parked not far from the building.

A man in a suit who looked to be in his 30s was standing next to the car. When he saw me, he immediately shouted impatiently, "Here we are, hurry up and get in the car!"

I paused for a moment, and the other party had already quickly got into the driver's seat... It must be him, the senior calabash on the phone.

Help.

Isn't this the social elder brother I saw the other day, the one who transported corpses in a truck in the first three chapters.

Fearfully, he ran over and climbed into the passenger seat. The big brother in the suit had already started the engine, and he was still cursing and talking with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I'm sorry." I bowed my head in embarrassment, and sat by the side with an educated face the whole time.

Anyway, I don't understand. You know, I'm the best at ignoring scolding.

The car had been fully started, and the buildings passed by the windows quickly. After driving for about 20 minutes, Brother Huluwa parked the car in front of a restaurant that looked good.

The other party raised his hand and threw me a blue booklet, then opened the car door and walked into the store with a face full of 2. He hugged the booklet and quickly got out of the car together. I looked at him silently for [-] minutes and then squeezed a Striding out with stacks of money, I finally figured out what he was asking me to do.

It turned out to be a protection fee, hey!

Seriously, two days ago I volunteered to smash the scene and was sent back, but now I was sent directly to collect the protection money. Fortunately, he stopped at the entrance of the hotel and I was a little excited. Sure enough, I was thinking too much!

But if you think about it carefully, the nature of collecting protection fees and smashing the ground is different. Behind the collection of protection fees is the reputation of Port Mafia. Or just the other way around.

Whatever it is, in the final analysis, they are all unremarkable low-level jobs. I shook my head, lowered my head, and carefully flipped through the dark blue list booklet. There are undoubtedly shop names and copies of signed agreements in it. He should be doing this regularly, otherwise he would not have received the task order, but would have been urged to the assembly point by Brother Calabash Baby.

"What are you still in a daze for? You go and deal with that area." The attitude of the man opposite was still very bad. He pointed to a street not far away, and threw over the spare key of the car by the way, "Do you have a bag?"

I quickly caught the key and nodded, and replied honestly: "Okay."

In fact, I didn't understand the last sentence he just said at all. This big brother is poisonous, so the vocabulary and sentences are so complicated.

I didn't stay where I was, and left with the keys and booklet in my hands. I set my sights on the first small restaurant on the list that didn't cross the aisle.

Alright, then according to the law of the protagonist going out, will there be any special events?

——No, in fact, there is no hair at all.

The process of collecting the protection fee was very smooth, all the way was safe and sound, the reputation of the port Mafia was so powerful, all the shops paid the money honestly, and dared not take a breath, even if the one who collected the protection fee was just a 15-year-old kid child.

I took out the agreement and looked at it, seeing the wads of money they respectfully handed over, my whole pair of dog eyes almost stared straight.

Money, a lot of money... although it was not given to me.

He dragged his money bag pitifully and walked in the direction of the little black car, so Mafia, the garbage port, wouldn't really not pay wages, right?By the way, I just asked for this plastic bag from one of the shops, otherwise my two thin arms would not be able to hold it.

Seeing that there are still two or three small shops to finish the "waste work", but the money is too full, and the bag can't fit anymore, so I can only return to the car sadly.

He quickly threw the money bag into the trunk of the car, and started looking for the last two stores with a small dark blue book in his hand. It happened that if there were only one or two stores left, he didn't need to take the bag.

Although half an hour later, I really regretted it, very, very regretted how I took such a job.

*

This looks like a small noodle shop.

The decoration of the store is very simple, and some small decorations line the store very neatly and warmly.After finally finding this place, I cleared my throat, straightened my chest, and pushed open the glass door as aggressively as possible.

"The old..."

Just as I was about to use my barren vocabulary, I heard a sudden scream of "Ah!!!" out of nowhere.

I have to say that the yelling made me jump. I followed the sound and saw a woman with a pale face sitting slumped in the small entrance of the kitchen next to the bar.

The other party squirmed his lips in horror, pointing stiffly at the scene inside the back door of the kitchen, "Dead, dead!"

"Come here, the proprietress is dead!!"

……

All right, I retract my foreword.

Sure enough, no one can escape the law of the protagonist going out.