Forced to become a black young master in Hong Kong, I just want to win the Nobel Prize

After the school's final exams, Mochizuki declined Momoi's invitation to go shopping together, and took the tram to Yokohama alone to find Nissan.

Mochizuki, who is diligent and thrifty, considered that he might live in Nissan’s house for the next month, so he packed his luggage and got off at the station of Yokohama on the JR Tokaido Line. The taxi still took the bus, and then Mochizuki was picked up by a team of people in a private car.

...Yes, a team.

Mochizuki's suitcase was taken over by a man in a black suit who looked like a bodyguard, and she herself was guided to a luxury car. She didn't need to open and close the door. All Mochizuki needed to do was to sit in the car.

She subconsciously thanked her, but these cool men in black suits said "You're welcome" in a respectful tone and closed the car door for her.

As the soft sound of the car door closing rang in his ears, Mochizuki remembered belatedly: Yes, Nissan is a rich president who owns a private car.

After thinking about it, she sent a message to Osamu Dazai on her mobile phone:

[It has been picked up by Nissan's bodyguards, and it should be home soon.Thank you Nissan for the arrangement, very considerate~]

Inside the office of the head of the port mafia—

From the mobile phone of the leader of the Hong Kong gangster, which few people can contact, suddenly popped out a daily content that is completely different from other messages that are invisible and filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

Osamu Dazai suddenly felt a little strange when he saw such a message that ordinary people would receive, he couldn't help but pause for a moment to feel the novelty, and then this feeling turned into a rather interesting mood.

He rubbed his chin. Considering the confidentiality of information, the people sent to pick up Mochizuki were actually members of the guerrillas who were absolutely loyal to him.However, if Mochizuki is told about his identity as a mafia, Mochizuki will definitely be surprised and resist, then immediately turn back to Tokyo and firmly sever ties with him, right?

Well, in any case, Mochizuki must be brought home first. If that is the case—the subordinates who protect the leader's safety are also bodyguards. There is no problem with that.

So he typed back to Mochizuki with a relaxed expression——

Mochizuki, who was sitting in the car, also saw the message from Nissan immediately:

[They have made a mistake and received you half an hour late. If it is any later, I will seriously consider their ability to work. ]

Of course, Mochizuki didn't realize that there was some chilling and dangerous meaning hidden in Nissan's words.

Half an hour late?What Mochizuki noticed was this.

She was picked up by Nissan's people basically as soon as she got off the tram, if it was half an hour ago-does this mean that Nissan asked them to drive to her house to pick her up?

She was startled.

Because her concept lacked the concept of being picked up by a special car, considering the Japanese habit of meeting appointments on time, she rushed to the station ahead of the time of departure, which was probably the reason why they missed it with the bodyguards sent by Nissan.

But—they decided that she had left the house without any contact with her, and then made a quick U-turn to pick her up at the station in Yokohama along the tram route, and it turned out that they were indeed She was picked up as soon as she got out of the car.

Whether it is observation, judgment, or ability to respond to emergencies, it can be seen that they are amazingly excellent, not to mention the terrible traffic jams in Tokyo and the need to race with the JR Tokaido Line trams. In fact, this level can be achieved And is beyond reproach.

But looking at Nissan's words, it seems that they are still dissatisfied with them?

Mochizuki hesitated... Also, maybe Nissan paid the bodyguards a particularly high salary?

In this way, Mochizuki convinced herself, she nodded, maybe this is the reason, because the salary is very high, so the requirements for working ability are also very strict.

She thought for a while, then typed:

[I am looking forward to seeing what my new home will look like, and I am also looking forward to my life in the new city.Strawberry love.jpg]

After clicking send, Mochizuki looked at the line with a very dissatisfied expression.

The tone is so unfamiliar... Even with the emoticons added.

She slumped down on the back seat—the soft leather seat made her prod subconsciously.

I can't afford to be hurt by the poor language of social fear... But, normal people wouldn't be so familiar with it, right?

Osamu Dazai didn't think too much about Mochizuki's words. He recalled the seaside villa he had just prepared, especially the decoration results submitted by his subordinates—it should satisfy Mochizuki, right?

The reason why the house is not built bigger is that during the day if he is absent, it will increase Mochizuki's sense of loneliness.

However, a circle of land outside the scope of the villa has also been cleared, and there is no problem in terms of safety.

If Mochizuki doesn't like it, just change to another place, Osamu Dazai thought casually.

At the same time, he got up and walked out of the office.

The leader of the Hong Kong gangsters, who was rumored to have not slept since his succession, left the Hong Kong gangster building for the second time this year.

——When the younger sister comes to live in her new home, the elder brother should always be present.

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Mochizuki has already guessed that Nissan, as the president of the club, should be very rich. In fact, it can be seen from the few luxury cars of Nissan that Nissan is very rich. Still very cheesy shocked a bit.

Yokohama is the third largest city in Japan, Nissan is indeed young and promising to have such a large residence.

It looked like Nissan's company didn't need her to worry.

——No, and you can’t be too happy too early. The last time a Japanese rich businessman went from the world’s richest man to his property diving until he was imprisoned was only a short period of time. Accidents always come inadvertently, and people can grasp them The only thing that matters is its own excellent strength.

Therefore, you still have to study hard, Mochizuki, the property may encounter a bubble economy, the company may go bankrupt, and only the Nobel Prize is the most real!

Mochizuki, who can turn to the inspiration of her firm dream no matter what, after some self-encouragement, the tension about the upcoming new life has also dissipated.

These thinking processes also took place in a breath. Mochizuki packed up her mood and calmly took the first step towards a new life.

When meeting Osamu Dazai indoors, Mochizuki didn't know that the odds of her being able to meet Osamu Dazai outside the office were rarer than the odds of a person owning such a luxurious mansion in Yokohama How many.

As soon as she saw Osamu Dazai, she subconsciously showed a happy smile.

"Nissan, are you there?" She trotted forward, her eyes sparkling, "Aren't you working?"

She never thought that Dazai brother would be waiting for her at home during the working day, so when she really saw Dazai brother, her heart was full of surprises.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and looked at her, with a vague smile on his face:

"Mochizuki has moved to a new house for me. As an older brother, I should appear here anyway." He is very unfamiliar with normal family interactions, but Osamu Dazai restrains himself with the behavior standards of ordinary people.

"Work is all old-fashioned and ordinary content. I didn't have the motivation to do other things before, so I just passed the time. Now, it's easy to turn it down." He said lightly, sounding nonchalant Feel.

Mochizuki blinked slowly.

As a person who is obsessed with science, her views on things are usually result-oriented.

And judging from the results—it seems that she delayed Dazai-san's work...

(In the port mafia in the distance, Chuya Nakahara, who was suddenly working overtime, didn't want to talk about it, and said that he wanted to throw the file in his hand on the bastard Dazai's head!)

When he was distracted, Osamu Dazai patted her hair, and then Mochizuki heard his chuckle from above his head: "It's just leaving the work to the subordinates."

Push the pot to your subordinates?The boss's normal operation.Mochizuki has no psychological barriers.

She reached out and groped for a while, grabbed the big hand on top of her head, and said displeasedly: "Don't press my head—it won't grow taller!"

She noticed that Dazai paused when he withdrew his hand.

Before she could look up to see if Dazai had an apologetic expression, she suddenly heard brother Dazai's voice trembling in his throat while holding back a smile.

Clenching his fist against his lips, he coughed softly: "That's right, Mochizuki is so short, this is really not like your handsome Nissan me."

"The last person who said this has never grown taller."

He joked and said, but what he was thinking in his heart was that compared with Mochizuki in the parallel world he had seen before, not only was his height not dominant, but his body was also extremely thin.

It looks like it needs to be taken care of.

This thought flashed by, and Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes to cover up the thoughts in his heart.

Dazai Mochizuki: "..."

——Mochizuki is so short.

Precisely step on mines.

Mochizuki didn't know what Dazai was thinking, for Mochizuki, the world was quiet for a moment.

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