Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

The term holiday effect is specifically used to refer to the impact of global holidays on global financial market fluctuations. For example, the financial market can rise and fall sharply before major holidays such as Christmas. By December, when the holidays are approaching, most people close their positions and calm down.

Of course, if we want to explain this term in a simpler way: during the festival, many businesses seize the opportunity to attract consumers through various promotions and price reductions - perhaps it is enough.

Merchants will come up with all kinds of weird promotional products and promotional advertisements. Even in Japan, the meanest stores will let beautiful and super-figured sisters wear red Santa Claus clothes to try to attract the attention of passers-by. .

hateful! unacceptable!

“Thank you for coming~Welcome to come again next time~~”

The automatic door opened, and Ritsuka Fujimaru walked out of the gift shop with an angry chocolate gift box printed with [Christmas Special] in her hand.

It looks so handsome, who wouldn’t want to buy it? Stop joking!

It is clear that he awakened to his true nature close to the gods and Buddhas half a month ago, but Fujimaru Ritsuka is probably the one with the most serious human nature among all the gods and Buddhas in the sky and the candidates for the process of the gods and Buddhas.

He is a guy who is completely driven by his own pleasure, and his desire to buy is quite strong.

If you were buying it for yourself, it would be okay and you would probably do some window shopping at most, but this box of incense is intended to be given as a holiday gift, so I don’t care about saving money.

There is a huge consumer demand in the Sheqi family alone. Although it is not an exaggeration to say that they all know each other, the girls are still very popular in general.

And as the head of the executive bureau of the Sheqi Eight Families, it is natural to care about his subordinates.

With this mentality, Ritsuka bought a bag, put her gift box inside, and then walked away looking at Genji Heavy Industries, replying to text messages from her former classmates as she walked.

Hmm. Why do you feel so inexplicably enthusiastic?

The time at this time was half past nine in the morning.

Most workplaces start clocking in at 8:30 and officially start work at 9 o'clock, and the same is true for the eight companies in Sheqi.

But at this point, basically all the vehicles under Genji Heavy Industries have been parked in rows, and both the doormen and the front desk have arranged themselves into the best condition, looking around at all the customers entering and exiting with a polite smile.

Of course, even though he was smiling, there was almost an indifferent look underneath the polite smile.

There was no way, after all, Yasha and Crow had said before when they took Ritsuka to study and work, because their family is the strongest gangster in Japan, they don't have to worry about looking at other people's faces, only others can look at their faces.

But this time, the guards were so condescending and looked down upon others that they could be used as ancient material to complain about in urban novels. The moment they saw Fujimaru Ritsuka——

"!!?!"

"Director!!"

"Good morning, Chief Fujimaru!!"

"Everyone, bow!!————"

The moment the girl's figure appeared from the gate, everyone's expressions immediately tightened.

The exaggerated respect and fear were overflowing, and everyone's waists were bent at ninety degrees, symbolizing the highest Japanese etiquette.

"Haha~ Good morning everyone~~~"

Of course, Ritsuka didn't care about the so-called etiquette. She raised her hands high and swayed, her limbs were moving in different directions, and she looked very free and easy. She completely treated Genji Heavy Industry as the back garden of her own home.

I greeted each guard and took out a few chocolates from my bag.

"No, everyone, try this. This is sold at [that store] in the shopping street~"

The girl touched her nose and looked proud. Although she missed the golden period of her life in her previous life, Ritsuka successfully became a high school student in this life.

No. I don’t seem to be doing it that well, but in any case, Fujimaru-san, who seems a bit older than Obasan in actual age, also has the tradition of studying seriously as a female high school student.

The fashion trend of Chinese female high school students is very simple.

【How about a cup of milk tea after class? 】

【Do it. 】

[Would you like to go to the toilet together later? 】

【superior. 】

It’s not much different from boys. Over there, you just need to play games instead of going to the toilet.

In addition, girls will prefer to believe in rating websites, sharing of positive reviews in large communication forums, and beautiful pictures with filters so thick that they can discolor food, and they will become addicted to social behaviors such as checking in.

Therefore, Ritsuka also used "that shop" to refer to TabeLog, which is the number one gift shop in Tokyo on Japan's popular consumer word-of-mouth website.

The guard didn't know this.

But not in the way.

"Ah, that store!"

"Oh oh oh oh, that store!"

"Did Director Fujimaru go to that store specifically? I cried to death!"

People quickly followed the trend and praised and excited them. Only Ritsuka kept a stiff smile, waiting for the comment "Which store is that?"

Ah? Are you being too respectful?

There was a feeling that starting from today, there was a sense of disobedience that only she was not aware of. Ritsuka found it very strange.

Because of Christmas Eve?

No, no, no, just because of this kind of thing?

The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong, but after handing the chocolate to a few doormen, Ritsuka walked into the building suspiciously.

Wu——

The automatic door closed, and the respectful and natural faces of the several doormen suddenly turned to the inside of the building.

"E-Class."

"Hey hey hey, I got E level!"

"Shhh! Keep your voice down! What should I do if someone is watching me!"

"yes!"

Strange conversations echoed, and people looked at the girl's back with fervor and strangeness.

*

"Good morning, Miss Miyamoto~"

"Good morning, Chief Fujimaru."

"Alas, come again~ Ms. Miyamoto obviously watched me grow up, so just call me Fujimaru~"

"Miss Fujimaru, please don't make it sound like I have an illegitimate daughter with you. It will cause other people to misunderstand. You obviously just joined the job last year, right?"

When you enter Genji Heavy Industries, you are shocked by the luxurious decoration in this building.

The interior is a two-story hollow structure. After entering the gate and looking up, you can see people walking around on the three floors of the building.

And Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had not been back here for a long time to take a good look, naturally quickly communicated with the front desk he was familiar with.

The good news is that the front desk here is still Ms. Miyamoto whom Ritsuka knew back then.

"Is it really because Oppai is big enough?" Lixiang symbolically scanned the inside of this heavy and majestic building at the front desk to see where the renovations had been, while helping her familiar friend at the front desk analyze her career advantages.

"." The receptionist made a typo in the excel form input function on her computer. She accidentally pressed ctrl a and almost deleted it all. She looked at Fujimaru with a stiff expression.

The face that was already soft due to high-end cosmetics had a vivid blush.

The woman lightly opens her voluptuous red lips.

"Then Ms. Fujimaru wants to try."

"Oh, by the way, this is your chocolate, Ms. Miyamoto." The girl handed over the item.

The chocolates handed over this time seemed to be packaged more delicately than the doorman, symbolizing the intention of the gift giver.

"Hey, is this D-class?"

"Huh? What D?"

Ritsuka was confused.

Is it about the cup size?

Eh! Ms. Miyamoto’s words would feel a bit bigger, right?

Are you talking about me?

No, no, I’m okay too! Don't underestimate people!

The conversation was interrupted, but Miss Miyamoto just stared blankly into the girl's eyes.

Ritsuka, on the other hand, was a little confused about the "D" in Miss Miyamoto's words, so she just explained it in her own way.

"Tokyo time, June 1, 2006, 8:34 in the morning, didn't you, Ms. Miyamoto, give me a brown sugar steamed bun? This is a return gift."

"Ah, that's why."

Ms. Miyamoto repeated it endlessly, while her hands quickly left the keyboard.

She quickly stood up, her white hands seemed to be impatient to take the chocolate, but she suddenly stopped before she touched it. In Fujimaru Ritsuka's strange eyes, Miss Miyamoto's face changed for a thousand years, and finally she immediately He rubbed the black silk on both sides of his thighs vigorously and washed his obviously clean hands again before lowering his head and accepting Fujimaru Ritsuka's gift.

"Thank you. I will cherish it."

"Huh? Don't you want to eat it?"

Before Fujimaru Ritsuka could ask about the situation, she was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

"Hey, isn't this Fujimaru?"

"Oh, Fujimaru, long time no see."

"Huh? Senior Crow and Yasha?"

Looking back, I found that the person who came was unexpectedly familiar.

An old acquaintance whom I haven’t seen for a long time—although I say so, in reality, I haven’t seen him for a few weeks.

What really makes both parties feel that they have not seen each other for a long time is the fact that they have not sat down to have a good chat for a long time.

I remember back then, they went to the gang territory together and shared life and death, and they were able to have a cool ramen together afterwards.

Even though they became separated due to their status, they were always present in Tokyo Tower or Disneyland.

On the way home from get off work, they would also tacitly choose the same ramen shop, add a soft-boiled egg, and eat it.

After that, the girl went to China.

This is the real reason why the two parties have no time to spend together. After all, a grown man does not have a reason to call at any time like Miss Sakura. Naturally, there is less communication. At most, he will send text messages when he sees a pretty girl in a nightclub. Fujimaru, get a like.

Nowadays, when the seniors meet each other, they all——

"Wow!!! It feels like we haven't had a good chat for a long time~ Do you want to go eat ramen together later?" the girl advised.

——There is no feeling of unfamiliarity at all.

The girl greeted her in a frighteningly natural way, and even sent out an invitation. She showed no trace of the embarrassment that a normal person would have like "I'm so glad I haven't seen my old friend and suddenly I don't know what to say."

There's no way, after all it's her.

At the same time, Crow and Yasha also nodded in agreement.

"Oh oh oh, eat eat eat."

"Director, you're in for a treat."

"Hey~~"

If Fujimaru has a high emotional intelligence, then Crow Yasha simply has an extremely low emotional intelligence, and is extremely carefree. Who knows that being crazy and being crazy means being calm, and even the emotion of embarrassment will not occur when the emotional intelligence of the two of them is so low? , is a perfect example of how things will shine brightly when exposed to the sun.

The three people immediately put their arms around each other and started laughing.

But speaking of...

"Ah, speaking of which, there are also chocolates." Ritsuka remembered something and took some packaged ones from her backpack. She even looked a little more attentive than Miss Miyamoto's.

"Ah, what the hell?" Yasha looked confused.

This man usually doesn't like desserts.

The crow heard something, and the man with gold-rimmed glasses put his pants in his pockets and explained casually: "Idiot, today is Christmas Eve."

"Hey~~~" Yasha exclaimed, "There is such a festival." Then after a while, he remembered what the purpose of this festival was and laughed. "Hey? What? Give me a gift? Fujimaru, you don't have a crush on me, do you?~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his head, frowned slightly, and said with some concern: "Hey Yasha-san, it's because of this that the ladies in the nightclub don't like you."

"Huh?! That's a lie, I thought everyone liked me the most!"

"Why don't you learn from Senior Crow? Even if his nature is just as bad, he can be very deceptive if he talks less."

"Fujimaru~~It's best not to offend anyone with your words, or you will be punished~" Crow said.

The three people joked and joked in a familiar manner, but there was always a sense of dissonance in the seemingly smooth conversation.

It's like eating ramen after eating Green Arrow gum. The rich taste obviously changes the coldness of the tongue and lips, but there is always a sense of confusion lingering on the tip of the tongue.

Smiling and happy, Crow and Yaksha stretched out their hands and took the gift.

Fujimaru Ritsuka also said hello and left the two of them.

Then--

"That...maybe it's my misunderstanding."

"Are we being watched?"

After Fujimaru Ritsuka left, Crow and Yasha, who came to the front desk to report, turned somewhat uncomfortably to Miss Miyamoto, who had been staring at the two of them behind them.

Miss Miyamoto, the eldest sister with a good figure, still maintained a polite smile and shook her head reservedly.

"No, it's nothing. Both of them are C-level, which is a barely understandable level."

"Huh? C?" Yasha, who had no idea what he was talking about, was shocked. "Am I that big?!"

"Calm down, Yasha." Crow shook his head, feeling helpless at his partner's out-of-line thinking. He sighed and said, "Men's busts are actually bigger than women's. According to their standards, you should actually be bigger." That’s right, so Ms. Miyamoto should be talking about European sizes, right? No, but why are you suddenly talking about the size of underwear? Has your video of women’s clothing finally been circulated within the employee group?”

"No! I protect my privacy very well! And there was never that kind of video from the beginning!"

"That's weird."

The wise general and the military general, Minamoto's left and right hands began to fight each other. Watching the conversation between the two, Miss Miyamoto still smiled and just watched silently.

But it was this kind of sight that made the two rough men unbearable.

After a few seconds, they stopped their movements in unison, pursed their lips, and their exaggerated facial expressions gradually turned into a bitter melon color.

Okay, let’s go to Bengbu.

No matter how hard he pretended that nothing happened, the sight around him was still too weird.

What is this

"Um. So the so-called C-level is"

"It's the hierarchy of gifts given by Chief Fujimaru."

Amidst the blank expressions of the two of them, Ms. Miyamoto gave the answer.

ah?

ah?

What the hell?

The two of them were at a loss, but they became even more confused after hearing the explanation. They started thinking like dumb geese without knowing why.

But I don’t know why, maybe it’s instinct.

They suddenly felt a chill behind them.

"Levels range from F to A. Level F is the [accidental encounter] level. Those who can be recognized, such as the owner of a roadside fish shop, will receive charity from Ms. Fujimaru."

"Level E is a [person you know] who you have at least communicated with to a certain extent, who has reached the realm of 'the weather is really nice today' beyond 'good morning', and who has indirectly helped Fujimaru Ritsuka-sama to some extent. Talent can get it.”

"No, let's not talk about what you suddenly started to say. Did your title suddenly change from Director Fujimaru to Miss Fujimaru, and finally to Master Fujimaru?!" Yasha hurriedly complained, but this voice seemed to It did not reach the ears of the young lady at the front desk.

The lady at the front desk had a strange blush on her face, stroking her gift and said.

"Level D is a [good person]. He is recognized by Ritsuka-sama as someone who has helped him. His favorability level exceeds the fifty mark. It is an honorable gift."

As her fingertips scratched the plastic packaging of the gift box, Miss Miyamoto's face was already a little distorted.

"Hoo ho ho, Ritsuka-sama. Master!"

"Have you become the master?! Has it become a completely different title?! Miss Miyamoto, do you want to see a doctor? Why don't you go quickly!" Yasha's hands were placed everywhere. Wandering around, he kindly made suggestions and planned to volunteer for artificial respiration.

At this time, Crow, as a wise general, obviously noticed something unusual and quickly interrupted.

"Wait!"

"Crow!" Yasha was delighted and asked quickly, "Did you see what's wrong with Miss Miyamoto?"

Crow shook his head indifferently.

"You don't need to read that kind of thing. There's something wrong with your brain. What I want to say is to hurry up and continue talking about what level C is. I always feel like I saw the title page of Jump+ and I can't stop reading. I'm a little curious."

"?"

Yasha was unable to refute, and Miss Miyamoto continued to touch her gift box without caring at all.

"Level C is [Partner]. It is a treatment that can only be given to those who have had the experience of going on missions with Lord Ritsuka and left a deep impression on them. It is the highest honor!"

"Oh oh oh~"

Crow smiled crookedly.

"What, I'm quite strong."

"Isn't this a character level?"

It was Yasha's turn to complain, and he knocked on the table in confusion.

"And this is just C, what are B and A?"

"."

"Huh? Don't talk?"

"."

"No, Miyamoto-san, please stop joking~ Say something~~~!"

"."

".Um.That"

Cold sweat appeared on the faces of Crow and Yasha at the same time, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

Because they suddenly discovered that in the hollow hall structure, whether they were staff passing by on the first or second floor,

They are all looking at them.

There was a smile as stiff as painted skin on his face.

"sa~"

Miss Miyamoto kept a polite smile and placed her hands on her lower abdomen, like the most standard receptionist.

It's also like a Japanese doll that has been plastically painted.

"Perhaps, someone who can eat ramen with Ritsuka-sama on Christmas Eve?"

crow:"."

Yaksha: "."

*

"It's great if I can do it~~~ It would be great if I can do it~~~ I dream of such a dream, I dream of such a dream, I have a lot of things, and I have many more———— Huh? A mixi between Yasha and Crow-san?"

The girl who was humming in the elevator suddenly received the message and picked up her phone to look at it.

[Crow: Sorry, no ramen date tonight]

[Yaksha: Slipping away. 】

Fujimaru Ritsuka:?

Oh much.

But don’t think that I am just writing this kind of chapter when I have nothing to do. There is a reason for this. (serious)