Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 161 MARC BRANDY
Salary package.

This is a pretty important concern for every job seeker.

The premise is that ordinary job seekers and ordinary companies.

Ming Ming had hinted many times beforehand that 'your status in the organization will be very high', and Ming Ming knew Ichijo's future character.

But after hearing a casual question like a normal job seeker after a harmonious interview, and hearing the intentionally harsh words, Belmode remained silent for a moment.

She had muted the microphone, and could only touch the cow cat that was tired of parkour and pampered the human temporarily. She remained silent and waited quietly for Renya Karasuma to speak.

Renye Karasuma's tone was still calm, as if no matter what Mirai Ichijo said, he would accept it all like an old father who dotes on his young son, even if Mirai Ichijo was negotiating salary and remuneration with the mafia as a new mafia, "what do you want?"

What he asked was not the ideal monthly salary and annual salary, but 'what do you want', including the non-monetary part.

Mirai Ichijo: "Ah."

He only uttered one modal particle and raised a finger casually, "One, annual salary is about 50."

"Dollars."

As he spoke, he took another breath, said a little more solemnly, and praised himself, "I work really hard to make money."

"good."

Annual salary of $50...

It's completely unworthy of mentioning.

Because it was too insignificant, it was a bit incongruous to say it in a solemn tone in the future. Belmode could not help but raise his eyebrows, and subconsciously thought vigilantly: Is there any other cow-cat-style hidden tricks?
It sounds ordinary, but it contains secret tricks unique to mental illness that can make people collapse?
The lessons learned from Gin are too vivid.

Karasuma Renye also paused for a moment before answering: "...Is that just that?"

"can."

"OK," Ichijo Mirai was very satisfied and glanced at Belmod, "Don't use the barrage of comments on important and serious occasions. It will affect the atmosphere."

"How can Gin have any unfortunate experiences or lessons learned from the past? It's been like this for so many years. Don't talk nonsense, okay? Sometimes look for your own reasons. Has your endurance increased over the years? Have you seriously stacked your mentality to increase your defense?" "

He was talking nonsense solemnly, then quickly raised a second finger, pondered for a moment, and then asked in a more casual tone, "How many 'rums' are there in the organization?"

Read as rum, write as rubbish.

"Forget it, no need to answer," he said his second request, "Either, 'Rum' never appears in front of me, or, let me help them not to appear in front of me."

The former means that waste should not come out to be an eyesore.

The latter is saying that the waste is an eyesore, and Ichijo Mirai will be kind enough to help solve it.

"..." Karasuma Renye said, "It seems that you really hate Rum."

and rum-like organizational members.

"can."

A future person raised his third finger, "Third,"

He gave an innocent smile and said, "Don't be angry."

"You know, I'm a newcomer. I don't know much about the mafia. It's my first time to become a serious mafia worker. Even though I'm very articulate now, I'm actually quite worried and uneasy."

"I am a newcomer. I may make some small mistakes when performing tasks, such as being soft-hearted because I am too kind, such as not being able to solve the problem because I am hesitant, such as making a mistake because I trust my companions,"

"Oh," Mirai Ichijo sighed and begged, "at times like this, please don't be angry and give the newcomer a little more patience, okay?"

He was saying: Newcomers are incompetent and prone to making mistakes, please help.

But the fact is: the newcomer is too ruthless and has repeatedly carried out terrorist attacks and violated the organization's confidentiality principle. Please bear with it.

Tolerance that tolerates what the newcomer does.

Anyway, if the newcomers don't intend to curb their overly ruthless style, then the organization can only be responsible for tolerating it.

As the leader of the organization, Renye Karasuma: "..."

He answered with a speed that was absolutely calculated beforehand: "Yes."

"Of course, you shouldn't be restricted."

Anyway, the first victim is definitely not the leader, and the first person whose mentality collapses is definitely not the leader.

Mirai Ichijo glanced at the red light camera, shook three fingers, and retracted his hand, "OK, I have no other requests."

Karasuma Renye's tone finally fluctuated, showing surprise: "That's all?"

These three requirements are all too simple.

A simple conversion means that an outstanding talent is willing to work overtime for free all day and receive a monthly salary of ten yuan.

This is an unbelievable thing that makes even the capitalist bosses who are covered in black blood feel a little uneasy. "Ah," Mirai Ichijo spoke the modal particles again and gave a calm confirmation reply, "Yes, there are only these three."

In fact, you can also just work for free...

Players, if you are short of money, just grab it by yourself. If your hands are itchy, then just accept a few tasks to solve, or pick a few lucky ones to kill. If you want to rest, then just rest, even if it is for a limited time. As for the task, the worst thing is to read the files slowly afterwards.

Salary is not a problem at all, the players will solve it for themselves for their own entertainment.

Wouldn't it be easier to get even some emotional issues, like wanting respect from other people?

The respect given by the dogtails was beyond the mark.

Power and status are not worth mentioning. When the above points are achieved, the entire organization will be in awe, and some smart people will even treat a future with more caution and respect than they treat the leader.

If you want to usurp the throne, it's very simple. Just force the leader to come out to meet people, and then keep loading files and fighting BOSS, and you can easily take over an organization with useless Rum.

Ichijo Miku really doesn't have many requirements for the organization. After all, he can take whatever he wants.

Reluctantly giving three requirements is already forced out by intention. These three points can actually be condensed into one point: don't make me angry.

It's easy to defeat the BOSS, but it's not easy to manage the organization. Ichijo Mirai refuses.

This attitude was obvious. Renye Karasuma fell silent, and after a moment he chuckled, "You have no sense of belonging to the organization."

"This is normal." Through the voice changer, his gentle and tolerant tone turned into a calm tone, "After all, the organization is just one of the tools for revenge for you."

After all, Mirai Ichiyo did not grow up in an organization.

Renya Karasuma has been a pity for a long time, and it is even more pity now.

Mirai Ichijo once again uttered the modal particle, "Ah."

He actually wanted to say that he didn't care about the so-called revenge, but he didn't. He just stood up and said, "Is there anything else?"

"If not, take me for a physical examination. It's too dark here. I'm actually not interested in talking to two guys who dare not show their faces."

He raised his head again as if remembering something, "By the way, FBI——"

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[The FBI does not need to pay attention. 】

Gin checked the message he received and calmly translated the meaning, "That madman left a pawn among the survivors of the FBI,"

"The chess pieces will come into play at the right time, causing the flames of fear to sweep through the entire FBI. In the short term, every FBI who has to come to Neon to investigate the case will be frightened to death. Like a frightened mouse, they will consciously No useful information can be found from the investigation.”

This is not the point.

The point is: "...survivors?"

Gin frowned in confusion, "There are actually survivors in the FBI?"

This is not right.

Which elite FBI can survive the madman's carnival without being frantically hunted by the madman?

"Yes," the door of the villa opened, and Ichigo Ichijo walked out, "Why are you surprised that there are survivors?"

He yawned lazily and said very perfunctorily, "There was a guy who was very well-behaved. I used him as bait for two rounds and let him live."

And he speculated very irresponsibly, "The FBI should let him live, right? Not sure."

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, before he dies, he will explain everything honestly in the FBI interrogation room."

Will ignite the flames of fear.

In front of the villa, the dog tail disappeared. Ichigo Mirai looked around for a while, but when he couldn't find it, he turned to look at Gin.

"The car has gone for inspection," Gin said. "My car is at the door. I'll take you back. Get in the car."

Still a black Porsche.

Ichijo Mirai sat in the passenger seat. Not long after the car drove out, his and Gin's phones vibrated.

While driving, Gin took out his phone and took a look at it, "Welcome new members to join,"

"Welcome, dear Mr. Mirai Ichijo," Mirai Ichijo said a little sleepily, "The organization is honored to have you take up the position,"

He read a few words casually, a template that the organization had specially found for welcoming people to a normal company, and finished it impatiently, "Your code name is,"

The phone screen was on, and in this message sent to the insider, more than half of the text solemnly stated that the new member was a dangerous person.

At the end, there was a code name. Gin saw it. He narrowed his eyes slightly and read out slowly. The sound overlapped with a future name, "Marc...?"

【MARC BRANDY】

(End of this chapter)