please make money

"Come on, if you soak in the hot spring, it will be hot for as long as you come back, mainly because you want to drink."

"So that's how it is, as expected of the eldest lady!"

Sister Yu just watched them disappear into the rain, leaving only herself standing—er—under the wall in a daze.

A staff member of the hotel passed by and saw sister Yu standing in the rain with an umbrella, and hurried over: "Guest Sang, please be careful of catching a cold! It's very windy today!"

"Yeah, the wind is really strong, it's crazy." Sister Yu sighed, and took out her mobile phone to contact Mr. Lei.

Even if you say you are a traitor, you have to... No, no, no, you are not a traitor, you should be a normal person.

"Mr. Lei." Sister Yu was considering her words, how to explain that her sister only brought a little sister, and she was going to find someone to 'theory' about such things.

How dare she?And it's only 500 million yen, it doesn't matter even if you don't want it, do you have to fight for it?

"Miss Xiaoyu?Is there a problem? 』

"I'm fine, but my sister is."

"...? 』

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"Iron!!"

Tongue flicking, colored arms, colored shirts, neck shaking and shoulder shaking, hideous face.

Such a classic image of a jerk bastard is quite common in this "Yun Nengren Office" where the lights are not even on.

A timid girl was wearing a high-necked windbreaker, sunglasses and a mask, standing in front of him as if afraid of being recognized.

The gangster looked at the bag in her hand, tilted his head and thought for a while, and seemed to remember what the other party was here for, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Wouldn't it be better to be like this earlier... Besides, wearing this clothes, I thought you were some kind of private detective. Come in."

"Give me back the contract, and the previous ones-this is 500 million, according to your requirements, it is old notes."

The girl was determined not to go in, she just stood on the stairs of the mezzanine and talked, even though it was raining outside.

This is a very classic building converted into a business, just like the detective agency of Conan's father-in-law Mori Kogoro. The so-called office is up the side stairs.

Originally, the glass on the second floor should have the company logo on it, but now there are only mottled marks with some glue marks, and there are paints visible to the naked eye around it.

The light board was flickering like a convulsion, and it would light up from time to time, but then dim again, like the breathing of a bellows.

In addition, the guy in front of him doesn't look like a kind person at first glance, who would want to get in and deal with them?

Seemingly seeing the resistance of the woman in front of him, the extreme bastard spat: "Let me tell you, what do you think of us?"

"..."

"Now is a civilized society, we rely on our brains! It's the rules! Do you think we are the kind of delinquents who don't know the rules?"

The gangster took out what should be a work badge from the pocket of the floral shirt, and waved it in front of the other party with a smug expression on his face.

"Look clearly! I'm a staff member of the firm! Have you seen it?"

"I, I won't go... Take out your things! I'll wait here!"

"... Tsk!" The gangster gritted his teeth in displeasure, and looked this guy up and down.

He was just about to say something when a deep voice came from beside him.

"Fujita, I advise you to restrain yourself."

"..." The gangster named Fujita's eyes changed, and he glanced at the dark place beside him.

A man in a windbreaker came out of the darkness, holding a big black umbrella and a hat.

"Hey, this is not what we respect—oh, sorry, remember, you are no longer the inspection minister, Chuan Yuan-san, are you just a private detective now?"

The gangster raised his hand and poked him vigorously on the chest: "A mere private detective! Don't think that you are still the head of the investigation department!"

And even if they searched the first class, they couldn't control them. They were usually watched by the special gang countermeasures department.

Even for some special Yakuza organizations, there are professional teams such as "Yamaguchi-gumi Countermeasure Team" and "Mechanical Use Countermeasure Team".

The Takeuchi group only seeks money, and there is no such vicious crime that deserves the efforts of the gang countermeasures department to deal with it. Naturally, it is as crazy as it is now.

"Fujita, would you like to read my classmate records?" The man in the windbreaker looked at him as if he was looking at a piece of shit: "My contemporaries are still working hard."

He was in the professional group, and he was the inspection minister as soon as he graduated. His future was limitless, and his classmates of the same age had already been promoted to the police.

Even if he himself left the system due to some problems, but his connections are still there, is it a big problem to clean up a Jidao organization?

The gangster Fujita pursed his lips, and after a while, he changed into a hypocritical smile, and helped the other party straighten his collar: "Just kidding... Chuanyuan-san is still so handsome, I also want to buy this kind of windbreaker, but only you These criminals only fit so well, I can’t do it.”

"...I want to see you as heads."

"It's the president, the president—Chuanyuan-san, have you figured it out, and you want to apply for a male actor?"

The man in the windbreaker looked at the gangster Fujita silently, and the latter's playful expression could only be slowly restrained, and finally turned into a silent mockery.

But he still stepped aside, and by the way, looked at the woman who came to deliver the money with malicious eyes: "Remember to bring liquidated damages, you ugly ducklings always dream of becoming a white swan, but you don't know why the white swan It can be a white swan because people have everything when they are born."

As he spoke, he leaned closer, lowered his voice and threatened in her ear: "Don't think that you can settle the matter with a private detective. If you are so disobedient, our president will be very angry... Humph!"

The man in the windbreaker put away his umbrella and protected the timid woman up the stairs. The raindrops from the black umbrella spread along the corridor into the darkness bit by bit.

The gangster Fujita poohed disdainfully, took out his cigarette and lit one, and blew out a puff of smoke rings against the dark rain curtain.

If the other party was still the inspection minister, then he wouldn't dare to provoke the other party like this, but who told him not to?

This world is so ruthless, cats catch mice, mice eat bugs, bugs eat garbage, one link after another.

It's just pity for those stupid women, why should they resist?Obviously there is an easier and more convenient way to make money...

He finished smoking a cigarette, threw the flickering cigarette butt into the rain, and was about to turn around and walk back, going upstairs to see the excitement.

If you are the head of your own family—ah, no—people like the president are the most insidious.

On the surface, it must be polite to return all the things, and even the liquidated damages will be discounted.

But after finding out that the silly woman is just a simple employment relationship with Chuanyuan-san, she will definitely retaliate.

Unless she leaves the metropolitan area quickly and returns to the countryside to become Cinderella, she will just wait to be followed by the Takeuchi group for sneak shots or even set up a trap again.

She is really a naive woman who refuses to admit defeat. If one can make several million, the business is quite easy to do.

"Pa-ta--"

A soft sound sounded behind him.

He looked back subconsciously, and in the rain, the faint red light of the cigarette butt that had not been completely extinguished seemed to be extinguished by something.

"..."

"Pa-ta--"

There was another soft sound, and something seemed to be approaching step by step.

Just at this time, there was a bang in the sky and several flashes of lightning flashed, illuminating the sky as bright as day.

In the rain, a huge cherry tree beside the road and two people standing in the middle of the road can be glimpsed vaguely.

Two people?

The gangster Fujita watched the two tightly wrapped people appear in front of him, and squinted his eyes suspiciously at each other.

"Hey----"

He flicked his tongue and made a sound of feigned dissatisfaction, but his hands were already cautiously touching the back of his waist.

Until the leader took off his bamboo hat and threw off a cloud of raindrops under the eaves with a clatter, revealing a beautiful young girl's face.

"Miss, obviously I borrowed the bamboo hat."

"Who made it only one?"

"Who would put two bamboo hats on the forehead of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!"

"I'll return it later, you can return one more..."

The two girls were arguing like this, their voices were immature and young, and they probably weren't even 40 years old together.

The gangster Fujita breathed a sigh of relief, and expelled them in disgust: "What are you doing? Get out of the way! Don't block the door of our office!"

"We're here to talk business." Arya pulled out a blank contract from under her curtained cloak.

Well, it still has the body temperature of a girl, how rare.

"...Are you here to sign the contract?" The gangster Fujita seemed to have heard some big joke: "Who lied—I mean, who discovered you?"

Which younger brother is so talented, and actually fooled two girls who looked pretty good to deliver the goods to the door?

Is idol debut so attractive to these girls?

"No, we are here to terminate the contract." The girl pointed to the stairs behind him: "Our friends should have been here before, right?"

"Friend? Terminate the contract..." The gangster Fujita changed his expression, "So you are in the same group—get out, I am in a good mood today, and they are already talking."

What, I thought it was a little lamb delivered to the door, but I didn't expect it to be a guy who came to annoy people after knowing that there was a trap.

With the man in the trench coat, they naturally couldn't take advantage of it, so why let these two ignorant girls bother the president?

An Lele took down the wooden knife, opened the sword bag, and gestured sideways: "Miss, are you coming or am I?"

"No, no, no, you have to show courtesy first and then soldiers." Aliya stopped An Lele: "The most important thing is to ask how many people are inside."

"What if there are too many people?"

"If there are too many people, then hit harder!"

"Makes sense..."

"Pfft—you guys!"

The gangster Fujita looked at the girl holding a wooden knife, as if he saw some big joke.

"Hahaha! Could it be that you read too many comics and think that after a few days of learning in the school's kendo club, you can punish evil and promote good? Hahahahaha..."

"He laughed at me!"

"It may be that your size is not deterrent, so you should eat more."

Aliya stepped forward and cleared her throat: "If the contract is terminated, do I need to pay liquidated damages?"

"Of course!"

"Then it's impossible not to pay... I ask you to pay compensation, is that okay?"

"...Are you sick?" The gangster Fujita looked at the other party in a daze, not knowing why the other party was so unscrupulous.

"That's not true. It seems that our negotiations have broken down. I'm only here to explain one of our guiding ideologies."

"what?"

"That is, even if I lose 2000 billion yuan! It is impossible to give you insects a penny!!"

Aliya raised her hand to take the wooden knife handed over by An Lele, suddenly violently swung towards the opponent——

"Dragon God の剣を喰ららえ!!"

150 - Enemy's Enemy Is Cowardly

"Chuanyuan-san, are you so interested today?"

The boss of this Yun Nengren office is a man who doesn't seem to be a man at all.

Wearing a pair of pale yellow sunglasses, sleek and smiling.

If it weren't for the shirt with a lapel collar, it would have looked like a dragon, perhaps it would have been more like a fat yellow ape.

But compared to one of the big three who took money to do things, the president of the firm is not a decadent temperament, but a philistine.

The beckoning cat ornaments on the table are advocating that harmony makes money, and he does exactly that, as soon as he sees someone coming in, he starts to put on a smiling face.

It's just that for some people, the upper limit is determined by the appearance, let alone the appearance in the growing period.

Even wearing sunglasses, the president couldn't hide the sour look at the corners of his eyes. He was a middle-aged slut in the eyes of unpleasant neighbors.

The man in the windbreaker didn't mean to reminisce with him, after all, he came here to mess things up, and the other party was a thief and a soldier, so there shouldn't be any friendship at all.

"Takeuchi, if you want to enter because of economic crimes, that's your freedom."