King of 25 Cubs

There are special bases for Hong Kong and black recruitment.

When I went, a big fat man was sleeping on the table, snoring loudly.

I knock on the table:

"Hi, I'm here to apply for a job."

After a pause, the man raised his head sleepily, and asked in a daze, "Who, why are you here?"

Seeing this man's face, I smiled.

He was the hr who recognized me as a boy back then.

The mafia is a high-risk profession, and Hong Kong gangsters have undergone a new generation. He is still alive, and he is still working as an HR.

This guy made things difficult for me back then. After Osamu Dazai jumped off the building, I called for help, and the Hong Kong gangster colleague who jokingly said "it would be better if he died" was this person.

By the way, he's actually bald too.

Why bother to be bald?

"I'm here to apply." I repeated.

The other party threw me a form, yawned, and muttered, "Call me after you fill it out."

A few minutes later, I handed the completed form to him. He glanced at it and raised the corners of his lips mockingly: "My dream is to become the richest man in Yokohama, and my last job was... a waste picker in Leibo Street?"

The fat man sneered and shook his head, "I dare to think, do you think you are a millionaire in the slums?"

"Dreams are always necessary." I showed him a kind smile, and said slowly: "Don't bully the young and poor, the young boy who used to look down upon, a few years later, the status will be so high that he can easily crush you to death. I don’t know if you have encountered it before?”

Fatty HR's slightly protruding eyeballs trembled, as if thinking of someone.

He coughed lightly, stopped pursuing my back-talking, and continued to read:

"Not from Yokohama?"

"Correct."

"Why did you come to Yokohama?"

"Come to find the birthplace of uncle and sister-in-law literature."

A big question mark popped out of Fatty HR's round head.

"What literature?"

"Have you seen the particularly popular post on the Internet, it is the post of 'My scumbag uncle on August [-]'. The story is very bloody, and the photos of the person involved are very beautiful. On the contrary, there is a wave of uncle and sister-in-law literature on the Internet. What kind of sadomasochistic relationship, what kind of misunderstanding, what kind of secret communication type, what kind of love and killing type."

I said nonsense in a serious manner: "I am a lover of uncle and sister-in-law's literature, and I am also particularly interested in the person involved. I wanted to get first-hand information, so I came to Yokohama."

[Ding dong~split index +50]

"It turns out that bald people can also generate a split index." I said to the system as if I had discovered a new world: "Isn't the wild chrysanthemum with burnt hair still okay——"

[This person is only Mediterranean, not completely bald... Also, I am not a human, but you are a real dog. 】

The tone of the system is full of sympathy.

Regarding my unconventional hobby, Fatty HR was speechless for a while, and filled out a line on my form.

"It's written here... The advantage is true temperament, and the disadvantage is being too straightforward? Tell me more about it."

"My taunting skills are full, and I can definitely hold back the boss by killing enemies in battle, for example——"

I looked at his head affectionately: "Your wig is worn backwards."

[Ding dong~split index +200]

Fatty HR was startled, and subconsciously touched the top of his head with few hairs left.

"I lied to you." I raised my hand with a smile on my face: "It's here."

[Ding dong~split index +500]

Fatty HR: "Grass!"

He dropped his pen and jumped at me,

These mafias are just too impulsive.

I started fighting with him directly, and the movement was a bit loud, which alarmed Mr. Odasaku who was passing by.

"Are you two competing for each other?"

"It's you, Oda, come and save me!"

HR was trampled under my feet, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly towards Oda, "This person said he came to apply for a job but has malicious intentions, and launched an attack on our territory, he must be an enemy!"

Odasaku stood there without moving, and said to me calmly, "Yesterday I said I would treat you to dinner. What would you like to eat? Is curry okay?"

[Ding dong~split index +200]

Fatty HR looked confused: "Wait, you guys know each other?!"

Of course I love curry, especially spicy curry!

"You are too polite." I said happily: "Actually, I was just passing by yesterday. Sakule was rescued by Mr. Dazai."

[Ding dong~split index +99999]

Fatty HR looked terrified: "Wait, you know Mr. Dazai?!"

Wow, five nines!

How much psychological shadow did Dazai leave on people?

Oda Saku scratched his hair: "For Dazai, treat him to a drink tonight."

"Is the sick child all right now?"

"Shinji? The fever subsided yesterday afternoon, and I'm fine now." Odasaku paused for a moment and said, "I installed a landline at home... By the way, would you like to have curry for lunch or dinner?"

"I just had lunch." I paused, then said with a smile, "Mr. Chuya invited me and Mr. Dazai to eat Chinese food, and it was quite delicious."

[Ding dong~split index +999]

Fatty HR looked desperate: "Wait, you still know Mr. Chuya."

After earning so many split points in one fell swoop, I lifted my feet up with satisfaction.

The fat hr got up dejectedly, stamped the form, and handed it to me.

"Take this and go to the reference room on the second basement floor to find Ango Sakaguchi to get a job."

"Hey, Mr. Anwu turned out to be an 'underground worker', no wonder there is a pale feeling that has not seen the sun for many years."

Oda Saku pinched his chin thoughtfully: "Well, I think the reason Ango looks pale may just be lack of sleep."

[Ding dong~split index +200]

Fatty HR yelled at me very brokenly: "How many people do you still know!"

I put the wig back on his head, patted it, and smiled at him again:

"In the future, please remember to be kind to others."

·

Odasaku originally planned to send me to Ango-san, but was called away by a colleague on the way.

So I had no choice but to go to the reference room on the second basement floor by myself.

"You, what are you doing?!!"

Mr. Anwu almost raised his voice at the first word, and then realized that someone would hear him, and quickly lowered his voice.

[Ding dong~split index +568]

"I'm here to apply for a job."

I put the form on his desk and smiled.

Surprised or not?Is it surprising?Are you happy?

Your lovely living and dead subordinates can work with you again~

Mr. Ango was obviously not happy, his face was stern, and his eyes were hidden under the reflective lenses.

"What's your purpose?"

After all, "Matilda" knew that he was an undercover agent of the Secret Service. Based on my understanding of the Secret Service's behavior, I guessed that he might have secretly held the gun.

Because I do it a lot too.

Anyway, there is no one else here, even if I get killed, it can be inferred that I attacked him first.

"Investigate the rival." I blinked innocently, and spread my hands: "Someone showed me an ambiguous photo, so I came to see the quality of this green hat."

"You've already started to deal with your rival before you've found your true lord? It's too early!"

I refuted him dissatisfied: "This is called winning at the starting line."

Mr. Anwu adjusted his glasses, "The quality of the green hat——"

When the word "green hat" was mentioned, his expression twisted for a moment before continuing: "How is the quality?"

"Yeah." I nodded bitterly: "The quality is very good, I lost."

"...Are you just admitting defeat like this? You gave up too quickly!"

Hearing Mr. Ango's complaints made me feel much more comfortable.

"Although I feel ashamed, I didn't give up! Seeing that my rival is so good, I felt a sense of crisis, so I decided to refer to the other party's promotion route."

I paused, clenching my fists to cheer myself up: "I believe that soon I will be able to get promoted and raise my salary, become a cadre, kill my rival in love, marry a goddess, and reach the pinnacle of my life."

Ango Sakaguchi: "..."

"You are blindly confident." He adjusted his glasses: "One more question, who is your rival in love?"

"Central Plains Central."

"That's impossible!" Mr. Ango exclaimed in disbelief: "I've never heard Takaho say that... Wait! Before Takaho disappeared, he talked to Miyagawa on the phone and asked Chuya Nakahara..."

Mr. Anwu was lost in thought, and then his expression was a little dreamy, repeating what he said just now: "Impossible."

"This is impossible." I tapped the form with my fingertips: "Get me a job soon!"

Mr. Ango pursed his lips, pulled his hand from behind his back, and picked up my form.

"Hobby is uncle's literature?"

He raised his head and looked at me inexplicably: "Would you like Takaho Yuka too..."

"How can it be?" I showed a harmless smile: "Although I love the sister-in-law in the story, I don't have a short-lived brother next door."

Sakaguchi Ango's eyes kept changing, and finally he sighed with his hands on his forehead.

He put the form in the folder, stood up, and stretched out his hand to me: "Matilda, welcome to join the job."

I took a step back and bowed slightly.

"I prefer traditional etiquette."

To some extent, Mr. Ango's supernatural ability "Theory of Fall" is the most restrained existence.

In this way, after two years, I once again became a low-level Hong Kong black.

In the evening, Odasaku invited me to eat super spicy curry rice. Since the uncle in the western restaurant was not there, Odasaku borrowed kitchen utensils from the restaurant to make the curry rice himself, and it turned out to be exactly the same as the uncle's craftsmanship.

But the spiciness is three times higher.

"too delicious!"

I was so hot that I shed tears while praising.

Although the food at the Amuro family is delicious, the uncle's curry is definitely the white moonlight in my heart... No, Huang Yueguang, it seems wrong, such a spicy curry, should it be called red moonlight?

"It's too spicy." Odasaku felt a little sorry: "I'll make you another."

"No, no, no!" I said with my tongue out, hissing, "I like this level of spiciness."

Odasaku tilted his head to look at me, and the corners of his lips suddenly turned up. Although the curvature was barely visible, I caught it.

"You look a bit like Dazai who is afraid of spicy food."

I froze for a moment: "Really?"

"I saw the two of you coming back together yesterday, and I had a very strange feeling." Oda Saku thought about his words: "The most familiar stranger? That's probably the feeling."

I:"……???"

Is this old father intuitive?

Odasaku smiled briefly again.

"You can't tell Dazai about this, otherwise...he will probably run as far as he wants."

Oh yes.

I said softly in my heart.

·

After joining Gang Hei, I thought Dazai would trip me up, but he didn't.

I just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was busy with his affairs, and had already forgotten about me, a small shrimp. I didn't expect that we would meet unexpectedly at the door of the toilet.

"Mr. Dazai."

After all, his position is higher than mine, I called out respectfully, and just as I was about to step into the toilet, I saw the other party's dark eyes staring at me intently, with a very delicate expression.

"Matilda, you... want to go to the women's restroom?"

I'm a woman, so of course I have to go to the women's restroom... Damn!

I almost forgot, my character set is a big guy in women's clothing!

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-01-1818:07:50~2020-01-1917:05:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Falling Following_Eighteen 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 17 bottles of repeated jumps on the verge of suicide; 10 bottles of Miss West Lake; 2 bottles of Changyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!