I'm such a big son

Rimbaud picked up the address brought back by Oda Sakunosuke and checked it again and again, confirming that it happened to be located within the jurisdiction of a public middle school with a good reputation, and immediately raised his eyes to express his appreciation.

"Very good, it's done well, it's getting more and more thoughtful, and it looks like a reliable adult."

Although he was praised, but because of this reason, he was completely unhappy, so Oda Sakunosuke could only keep silent.

Rimbaud didn't expect to hear his response, so he turned on his mobile phone to observe the location of the new residence on the map.

It is the flat floor of an apartment building with a large area. Although the height is a bit problematic, it is not easy to escape, which also means it is not easy to sneak in.

After repeatedly comparing the floor plan with the surrounding traffic map, Rimbaud put down his phone and decided to move tonight.

"Well, since that's the case, we still have to solve Murata's problem as soon as possible..."

Alice fell asleep after eating a whole mousse cake. Rimbaud put her on the plush carpet in the reading room and covered her with a small quilt. After sitting back at the desk, he took out the pile of "waste paper" page by page. Turn the pages.

The information of the logistics department has not been updated for a long time. Rimbaud picked out the things that could be thrown directly into the shredder, and the thickness of the rest was less than one centimeter... It always feels that PortMafia is in a delicate situation where it will close down at any time.

It is unacceptable for employees to backtrack. After all, this is Mafia and not some port logistics company, and other cadres will also criticize it.But there are some things that have to be done, such as applying for a club name for Mr. Mori in accordance with the law, including but not limited to tax account numbers and business licenses... It is rare that gangsters can become a legitimate profession.

The former leaders were really sloppy. They paid the taxes for decades and never got back a single tax. They fed the civil servants in Yokohama for nothing.

Speaking of tax payment... Rimbaud turned on the computer and drew up an announcement to all lower-level members:

Here is a cadre of the logistics team, Jean Lantang, to recruit financial and human resources talents. Those with relevant qualification certificates are preferred. Those who understand skills but do not have certificates are supported for further study, and those who have no skills and no certificates can participate in relevant training.above.

"Oda, type this up and post it in a place where the members of the lower ranks are densely populated, and tell them that I will pick someone up in person tomorrow morning."

Mr. Oda, who was in charge of running errands, put down the teacup in his hand and turned to go out to work. Apart from the sleeping Alice, Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai were left in the office.

"Don't be discouraged, Mr. Lantang. Let me say, Mr. Murata, can you play for me?"

Dazai Zhizhi felt that in order to keep his right of residence in Rimbaud's house, he had to show his worth, so he asked for a job.

In fact, I still live too comfortably and want to find some excitement.

Miss Rimbaud is a good boss and even a good parent. No matter how fierce the wind and rain outside the nest, the cubs under her wings are always safe and sound.

—No Danger isn't bad, but it's also boring.

Including the "family" is also quite stable, no matter which cub, as long as she speaks out her thoughts, she will listen carefully, and one person will get a gift and the others will get something of similar value-except for that old hat, of course.

But Zhong is also the "eldest son". According to the inheritance law, this is not a big problem.

Rimbaud raised his head from the file and looked at him: "Didn't you say you wanted to go to school with Chuya and the others?"

The black-haired boy tilted his head and laughed: "What, that kind of low-level guy, if you play with it casually, it will turn into tattered things and break, so you don't need to take it seriously. Of course he has to go to school, everyone If I don’t go, it always feels weird.”

It's really rare that you want to be a good baby.

Rimbaud said so with his eyes.

In other words... Which principal did evil in his previous life to accept this group of students, he would probably join the ranks of the wig family early.

"Since you want to find something to do, of course I have no objection."

She didn't have the feeling of "crushing child labor" or "indulging in murder", so she typed out Murata's relevant information and threw it to him: "Find a partner by yourself, don't use cheats or traps, or you will be beaten!"

The black-haired boy stared wide-eyed: "Huh? Am I that kind of person?"

"In your case, you will definitely do that because it is fun or interesting. But partners and friends are not objects to be played with. Expressing your true self is not as scary as you think."

Rimbaud didn't even raise his head this time, and pointed a finger at Sakunosuke Oda who walked in through the door: "You can move freely."

It is equivalent to agreeing to secondment his deputy to him in disguise.

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a while, narrowed his eyes and dragged his voice lazily: "What, are you an intuitionist? This is too foul."

Rimbaud sneered: "Probably only Oda can tolerate you, is that enough reason?"

"Enough enough. Alright, Odasaku, let's go~ By the way, I've always been super curious about your work, it seems very interesting!"

He was so happy that he almost grew a pair of small wings and flew up, and called Oda Sakunosuke, who had just entered the room and sat down for a while, and ran out like a joy.

"Is this really possible?"

The very professional Oda Sakunosuke was a little worried, and even his deputy ran away with others. Is it really okay for Ms. Rimbaud to do these trivial support work by herself?Will she be doing it and suddenly find that she can't go on, so she will be violent and pull out the gun to kill those low-level members who make her confused...

It always feels like it's entirely possible.

Rimbaud impatiently waved them out, and finally added: "If you need support, just say, two people leave, two people come back, understand?"

"understand!"

What answered her was Dazai Osamu's happy perfunctory and the crisp sound of the door lock closing, and the office finally became quiet.

Zhong, who had been guarding Alice in the reading area, came over silently and sat opposite Rimbaud. The woman showed him a few pages of materials that had been specially set aside: "Can you see what's wrong?"

The orange-haired boy was a bit confused, he dragged the page from the beginning to the end: "It seems... nothing wrong?"

"Well...is that so?"

Rimbaud put down the pen in his hand, and looked into his eyes seriously: "Think about it carefully. This is PortMafia, and the vast majority of people work here because the threshold is low and the salary is high, or their parents and elders are members of the organization. In any case, they must There are reasons that conform to the common sense in the other world. I am not a smart person, so I can only analyze from the perspective of rationality... Don't you think the backgrounds of these people are very abrupt?"

Zhong Ye looked down again and suddenly realized: "They all entered PortMafia after graduating from university normally, and the highest level of introducers is no more than the team leader level... It stands to reason that they can find a suitable normal job in other clubs, there is no need at all. Stayed in the logistics team without moving for several years..."

"That's right, this is the problem that the files can see. Of course, maybe it's just a coincidence, but there are too many chances, and there's nothing wrong with being cautious."

As she said that, she put together the documents and said to the orange-haired boy, "Go and send a message to these people for me, and see you before get off work."

The lower floor is the torture room. At this point, Miss Hongye probably doesn't have much to do, so it's better to have some fun for her.

Half an hour later, Zhong also brought a few people to the basement floor, where Rimbaud and Hongye were sitting opposite each other, with tea on the table again.

"These three, as soon as they heard that you wanted them to come to the lower floor, they wanted to run away."

The young man kicked out three zongzi, Miss Hongye gracefully rolled up her sleeves and planned to have a live teaching, Rimbaud looked at the rest of the people: "I hope you can tell the truth yourself, the smell of lies will make me feel sad Anxious."

If Mr. Lan Tang is in a bad mood, it is not a problem that can be solved simply by torture.

Miss Hongye chuckled, and asked someone to carry the "zongzi" to the torture room, and after walking two steps, she turned her head and raised her sleeve to half cover her lips, looking at Zhongyuan Zhongye: "Is this little brother the eldest son of Mr. Lan Tang? It was unexpectedly cute."

The orange-haired boy blushed a little. Standing between these two aura-filled women was extremely stressful.

Rimbaud said "Yes", "Zhong is also a good boy."

"I told you not to treat me like a brat!"

He pulled the brim of his hat to cover his face, but the upturned corners of his mouth couldn't hide his joy at the moment.

He also said that he is not a child, and he is so happy to be praised by his parents as a colleague.

Miss Hongye immediately felt pity and love for him, and only regretted that she had no chance to go out to pick up such a big son: "Come with me, big sister will take you to see interesting things."

"what?"

The word "big sister" almost blurted out from the boy's mouth, and Rimbaud coughed a few times in time to save his EQ.

"Ahem, Chuya. According to your age, please call all women who do not intend to develop into love partners as 'sister' from the bottom of your heart. This is my advice."

"Oh, so."

Zhong also hesitated for a moment, probably thinking about what is meant by "saluting from the heart", then obediently lowered his head and greeted Miss Hongye: "Hello, sister!"

Although the tone was a bit blunt, the effect was still outstanding. Hongye covered her mouth and said coquettishly to Lan Bo: "Mr. Lan Tang really understands people..." Then she turned back and took Zhong Ye by her side to the torture room: "Sister taught How do you tell the truth from the lies? You are so cute, how can you be tricked by a bad woman when you grow up? You have to study hard~"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Why do you all think I'm being lied to?

And what the hell is cute!Shouldn't the boys be praised with adjectives like handsome, mighty, mighty and majestic?

Rimbaud raised his eyebrows and watched his puffed-up son follow his colleagues to "systematic study". After they left the space, he got up and pinched his knuckles: "Have you figured out how to speak? Or are you sure that you will never encounter life?" Danger……"

She laughed, and her bright brown eyes slid across the faces of these people one by one, and finally settled on a guy with straight eyes.

"Then let's start with you. Is your salary enough for daily expenses?"

etc!What a question!

Mr. Infiltrated Investigator's brow was filled with cold sweat, he never expected that Lan Tang would ask this?

How to answer, enough...or not enough?Where on earth would he arrange language traps, how should he answer so as not to expose himself, and how did he arouse this person's suspicion?