How I was forced to be a boss

Although I don't know if it will work or not, they are all my guests anyway, so I stepped forward to mediate.

"Just... can everyone show me some face?" I said embarrassingly on the side.

It seems that I finally realized that this is my celebration, and the people who appear here should be my guests.The two big men were finally willing to restrain their tit-for-tat aura.

In the end, everyone sat down and thanked Mr. Fukuzawa and Mr. Mori for taking care of my mood.

But if you ask...

Just regret it, regret it very much.

I pulled out a slightly stiff smile, because I didn't want to face the undercurrents over there, so I could only greet Mr. Gutian: "I really didn't expect you to find time to come here in your busy schedule."

Hearing what I said, Mr. Gutian seemed a little apprehensive: "What did you say, I can have today's achievements, and I must thank you for your support."

I am embarrassed to tell him that the person I recommended at the beginning was not him. The main reason is that he was just a secretary at the beginning. Who would have thought that the secretary of a member of parliament could be promoted like a rocket in just a few months? Come here, I can't believe it myself.

but……

"You have done a very good job. I am very happy to have officials like you in Kanagawa."

"teacher!"

Mr. Gutian's sudden excitement scared me a little, because in my impression, Mr. Gutian has always been quite stable.In fact, he really did a good job in every aspect.

"By the way, Mr. Zhuxi, I brought your new book here this time. I wonder if you can sign it for me?" Mr. Gutian lowered his head, holding the copy of "Hello" respectfully. hand to me.

I took it tremblingly. I really haven't met Mr. Gutian for a long time. His attitude towards me makes me wonder whether he will wear small shoes for me in the future.

I absolutely do not trust any politician.

No matter what position he is in, ambition and interests must be all his principles of conduct.

Afterwards, Mr. Gutian asked me questions about some of the plots in the book. I was surprised that he read a romance novel so seriously, but as long as I came up with my own questions, I answered him honestly.

After answering a few of his doubts, he suddenly looked a little hesitant, and then lowered his voice and asked, "Teacher, listen... Sir, you seem to have a new plan in Tokyo?"

Suddenly the hall became silent.

I suddenly found that at some point everyone quieted down, seeming to be paying attention to our conversation.

I don't know how to comment on Mr. Gutian's behavior as if he was signaling to me.

First of all, it is unnecessary for you to suppress your voice, and secondly...

Don't say it like I'm going to do something big!It's just to help Mr. Bishui change his industry!There is really nothing to say!

Even Mr. Fukuzawa and Mr. Mori gave up their reminiscence time and looked over.

It seemed that my expression was not well controlled, and the meaning of collapse was revealed. I vaguely heard Osamu Dazai's snickering, I followed the sound and glanced at him quietly, and he gave me an innocent look in return.

I cleared my throat, pretended to amplify my voice unintentionally, and said, "It's just that Mr. Bishuiliu has re-planned the development route. If the development is not bad, there will be an extra door here. When the time comes, there will be another way in Tokyo." If we can prioritize Yokohama as an extension of the industry, it may be able to drive Yokohama's economic development..."

The more I talk about it, the less confidence I have. Everyone looking at me so seriously makes me feel like I am defending the instructors. It is the kind of paper you think you have written on how to build a rocket, but the result is in the eyes of the instructor. You actually took a paper on making fireworks.

Just when I began to doubt whether my thoughts were too naive or something went wrong, Mr. Sen's speech saved me.

"Oh? Have you already chosen a company to cooperate with? Are you planning to consider us in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang?" Mr. Sen seemed to be really interested in the new project, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.

"Please rest assured that the government will fully support your plan." Mr. Gutian solemnly promised me while taking out a pen and paper to memorize something quickly.

Mr. Fukuzawa looked at me as if he was hesitant to speak, but Mr. Ranpo said it bluntly: "Lingyang, are you really planning to consider Hong Kong gangsters? You seem to be too partial to Hong Kong gangsters."

Let’s not talk about why everyone seems to know everything when I mention Bishuiliu. I gradually have this understanding of the level of information about the people around me. The bottom plan, why did everyone bring it up for such serious discussions as if it had been successful!

However, after careful consideration, what Mr. Ranpo said is indeed not unreasonable.

It wasn't until Mr. Ranpo asked such a question that I realized that I really had a little preference for Hong Kong gangsters.

But this is also impossible!

On the one hand, Hong Kong and Hei are just a small sapling that has just grown up to support Yokohama in my heart. If it is not well watered and fertilized, and sheltered from wind and rain, it may fall down. At that time, it may be possible to plant another tree. It starts with planting the seeds.

on the other hand……

My eyes sweep over my friends.

People have tendencies in their hearts, and it's really hard for me not to take more care of them.

But I know it won't work. After all, domination by one company is not the way to go. The prosperity of an industry or a city must create a market ecological environment of healthy competition.

But out of fear that Mr. Ranpo will be sacked by Mr. Mori, I can only smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Ranpo, I have considered these things."

Although he didn't say it directly, Mr. Ranpo seemed to have understood what I meant. He didn't care about the affairs here, and picked his favorite snacks aside.

I feel that Mr. Sen can vaguely sense my thoughts. I am afraid that he will think too much. Anyway, this person is always easy to think too much, so I comforted him: "I have some ideas on the Hong Kong side, and I hope to I can discuss it with you in detail."

"Then trouble you."

I looked at Mr. Mori's casual look, and he didn't seem to have any reservations about my words as before.

I'm very happy, he is finally willing to trust me a little bit, and finally he doesn't have to be so tired.

But this time I may have really failed Mr. Mori's trust, because the plan of Hong Kong gangsters is actually what I just said nonsense.

I have so many things on hand that I miss Mr. Mori.

It wasn't until the last topic came to an end that I realized that my editor had led his colleagues to form a small circle on the other side early in the morning. Mr. Oda seemed to be having a good time there with his children and boss.

So why is my celebration still discussing some business?

Can't you call me when they leave? ?

I thought it would be impossible to go on like this. I invited everyone to the party to reminisce about the old days, not to intrigue.

So I raised the glass of juice in my hand, looked around the crowd, thought for a while and said: "A lot of things have happened one after another these days. I am very grateful for everyone's help and care for me. It's just that today's words are in my heart. At this party, please forget about those troubles, forget about your own identity, and spend this day relaxed and happy."

"It's a real pleasure to meet you all."

Everyone looked at the young girl, her gaze gradually became tender when looking at everyone, her eyes were slightly bent, a smile flashed in her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled up a little bit, and there was a small prickly dimple, which was rare. With a bit of innocence and childishness.

It wasn't until then that everyone suddenly realized that Mr. Zhuxi, who was relied on by others, was still a cute little girl.

"Tomorrow will be better."

The girl spoke softly, but her calm tone had convincing power.Although I may not realize it, but listening to this teacher, everyone seems to have received some promise, and even the burden that has been suppressed in their hearts seems to be lighter.

There seemed to be a bright light shining in the girl's eyes, and there was a small fire burning in it. Everyone seemed to be able to feel the warmth being transmitted, and slowly ignited the flame in their hearts.

They heard her say:

"Cheers to tomorrow!"

Zhong Yuan suddenly lowered his shoulders, relaxed his body that had been on alert, and let out a deep breath.He bowed his head and smiled slightly.

Sure enough, there is nothing wrong.he thought.

Teacher, she was born in the light, grew up in the light, and will only die in the light.

Like everyone present, he set his eyes on the young girl, as if he was staring at something that must be pursued, firmly, unable to look away, and then raised the cup in his hand.

"Cheers to tomorrow!"

"Let me see, where is it..."

After leaving the celebration, Osamu Dazai went back to his residence and searched for something.

After searching for a long time, he finally found a photo frame from the corner, carefully put the photo in it, and then stared at it blankly.

In the photo, he and Zhongya are standing on both sides of Mr. Zhuxi, they seem to be arguing about something, and the girl in the middle is trying to persuade something helplessly.

Odasaku tried to get the children to stand up with a distressed face, but several people still ran past in front of them chasing and fighting. On the other side, pushing the glasses with his hands and looking a little nervous, Mr. Ranpo Edogawa stood behind the girl on the right, holding his hat and smiling confidently at the camera.

Mr. Mori stood behind with a smile on his face and Mr. Fukuzawa was talking, and Ms. Ozaki stood beside Mr. Mori with a rare relaxed expression. Everyone in the publishing house looked surprised at the chaos in the middle scene.

Osamu Dazai lay on his back on the bed, slowly covering his eyes with his arms.

A sigh quietly dissipated in the air.

"Will you really catch me..."

I put the photo on the desk I usually use for writing, looking at the photo, as if I could still remember everyone at that time, I couldn't help but smile knowingly.

If it is placed here, I will be motivated to finish that pile of things next!

I called the editor.

"I have a new plan here, I wonder if you can take a look at it?"

After communicating with him for several hours and getting an affirmative answer, I sent out the plan and then called Mr. Ranpo again.

"The duel is about to begin, Mr. Ranpo, are you ready?"