The daily life of the young master of the port Mafia Buddhist system

The place where Zhuqingzhuang is located is not a normal residential area, and there are usually no people living in the house behind the gas leak.

How can there be a gas leak when no one lives there? ?

There are too many doubts!

"That, Mr. Pilot." The red-brown-haired young man who got on the helicopter sat upright, "Do you know what's going on?"

He seriously doubted whether someone was playing tricks.

"I said Ah Yi." Zhengyi's nickname in Zhuqing Zhuang became "Ah Yi", and the number "1" representing Zhengyi on the sanitation schedule.

Musa, who got on the helicopter for the first time, seemed very excited, "Why are you so calm?"

Ok?

Looking back at the surroundings, he found that everyone who got on the helicopter, except Mr. Tazaki who covered his eyes with gray bangs, everyone else had absurd and shocked expressions on their faces.

The oldest senior Nigu maintained the "reservedness" of the elders. He habitually took out a cigarette. Later, thinking that smoking is absolutely not allowed in the helicopter cabin, he just put the unlit cigarette on his finger. "Have you ever been in a helicopter before?"

"No." The memory belongs to the memory, it is definitely the first time for him to ride a helicopter in reality.

only......

Looking out the window of the helicopter and looking at the night scene full of lights in the center of Tokyo, Zhengyi used his scientific brain to silently estimate the current height.

...He has personally been to a place higher than this altitude without a cabin.

Although it quickly fell to the ground due to gravity, the experience was really unforgettable for a lifetime.

That's right, it's about the fall between him and He Huisang when he first arrived in the Ninja World.

When they were on the ground and outside the cabin, they heard the roar of the propeller, but once they got to the inside cabin, the sound of the helicopter became quieter.

Axue looked at the transparent glass that was isolated from the cockpit, and said in a calm tone, "I said, if this helicopter transports us to an unknown place like this, how should we resist?"

The prince quickly interrupted this possibility, "Although it is very weak, the mobile phone has a signal."

"Compared to this, what should we do with our comics under the rubble?"

"No, the manga is only for you, we don't have so many manga." KING sat by the window with his arms crossed.

"Abode is more important than comics." Prodigy pointed out the key point.

Hui Er glanced at the crowd, "Hasn't the scholarship for the school year been distributed just now, so I can afford a little loss."

KING waved his hand slightly, "Except you and Musa, who can get that scholarship?"

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Musa is a public-funded student studying abroad. While the tuition is free, he changes part-time jobs and holds various scholarships. He is a very inspirational foreign friend.

"Hey, didn't Hajime and Shentong get it?" Hui Er asked in surprise.

The child prodigy smiled awkwardly, "Well, there are various reasons."

Zhengyi: ...

Academic year scholarship, what is it?

Wang Zi, who was in the same class as Zheng, said: "As long as your grades reach a certain level, you can apply. I remember, Ah Yi, your grades changed from third to fourth? Anyway, you can definitely get a scholarship."

"But I don't know about it at all!" How could I not have the slightest impression of sending money.

"Could it be?" Hui Er raised his right arm and leaned back on the helicopter seat, "Ah Yi, haven't you participated in clubs or any voluntary activities at all?"

This is an extra comprehensive quality score, but for college students, as long as they have clubs, or occasionally participate in group activities a few times in a school year, they can get full.

At the same time, the comprehensive quality score reaches a certain score, which is also the basic requirement of the scholarship.

Zhengyi: "...No."

Ah——Because of the two former roommates, he has no private time at all except for class. Of course, it goes without saying that he has not even participated in the group activities of the college.

"No way, Hajime, your social skills are simply weaker than the prince's!"

At any rate, the prince joined a manga research club, and already has quality points.

"Is it because you're busy?" Axue cast her gaze.

Having passed the judicial examination, this semester plus the entire school year of senior year, Axue is a person who has a lot of free life.

"It's true that I have a part-time job in a convenience store, but I'm not so busy that I don't take part in group activities..." Isn't this a direct miss of the scholarship?

Zhengyi: Don't say it, he has already started to regret it.

During the chat, the helicopter has arrived at the Grand Hotel in Tokyo.

The top floor is the apron. After the helicopter landed steadily, it opened the cabin door.

"Honestly, I can't believe it. I actually took a helicopter." The wind on the top floor is a bit big, and it messes up everyone's hair.

The short-sleeved prince touched his arm with goosebumps, "To be honest, I'm a little cold, and I want to take a hot bath and sleep."

"It's really a cold time." Even in the early spring season, the temperature in the middle of the night is a bit low.

Ok?

The voice just now doesn't seem to be any of them?

"it's here."

wearing a tan coat

Rimbaud subtly merged with the light behind him, and before he made a sound, no one in Zhuqing Village noticed him.

"Aha..."

The tall man in front of him had long hair hanging down, brown eyes, deep facial features, and fair skin, showing his identity as a foreigner.

Especially... Although the weather is a bit cold, it is almost enough to wear a thin coat. There is no need to change into scarves and earmuffs like foreign men.

"Well, hello." Hui Er, the invisible leader of Zhuqing Village, stepped forward to greet him.

The helicopter pilot didn't mean to come down, but they didn't know their room number, which meant that they had a new leader, or were they tricked into coming to this hotel?

No way, they can even let them come to the hotel by helicopter, that KK... is definitely not a simple person.

Rimbaud, who was blowing the air on the top floor of the hotel, nodded, "Hello."

At the same time, he raised his head slightly, and said in the direction of the helicopter cockpit: "Thank you."

Following his gaze, everyone in Zhuqingzhuang couldn't see what the people inside the cockpit looked like, but they could barely see that the pilot seemed to be gesturing towards the foreign man.

"I'm Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud, just call me Rimbaud."

Hearing this long list of names, KING's head grew bigger in silence. Fortunately, the foreigner finally gave them a name that the Japanese can remember.

"Mr. Rimbaud?" Isn't this Mr. Rimbaud whom I met last summer...with the same pronunciation as Rambo?

I have an impression.

The foreign man with slightly fair complexion nodded to Zheng, but didn't say hello, and Zheng Yi gave up the idea of ​​recognition.

but......

It can be confirmed that it is absolutely inseparable from He Huisang.

"Then, follow me." Rimbaud pushed open the door of the rooftop, and began to lead the way.

After entering the hotel, finally freed from the torment of Night Breeze, Ah Xue began to ask, "Excuse me, Mr. Rimbaud. Your insurance company..."

Although there are many questions, as a legal person, what Axue cares most about is the performance of the insurance contract.

Rimbaud frowned strangely.

When did they become insurance companies?

Coincidentally, although He Hui only lived in this hotel before, since he started working overtime, the Grand Hotel here is just a nominal one, and he and Bai Lan have not been here for more than a month.

Rimbaud, on the other hand, just happened to be a social animal who happened to be on a business trip in Tokyo.

Of course, before this one, He Hui had no idea that Rimbaud was also in the hotel, he just made up his mind

Knowingly, he thought of this hotel that was relatively close to Kanzheng University, so he sent a message to arrange a few people from Zhuqingzhuang who had no place to live in this hotel.

As for the opening of the house and reception, He Hui never thought about it, and handed it over to his subordinates.

The subordinates were very confused when they received this task in the middle of the night, and the only employee nearby was...Mr. Rimbaud.

It stands to reason that this kind of work outside Mr. Rimbaud's business would never be assigned to him, but...

Ninomiya very rudely woke up Rimbaud who had fallen asleep with a phone call, and very coldly handed over the reception of the room to Rimbaud.

"That's the job of the boss."

It's not that I didn't think about buying the Grand Hotel quickly and asking the hotel's waiters to receive it, but I have to say that the time is really tight.

The helicopter round trip takes up to 15 minutes, and the ownership of a hotel cannot be won in 15 minutes.

If there is a time limit of one hour, the switch can be done...

Time was running out, and Rimbaud only knew that he was going to receive nine "guests" on the top floor and bring them into the hotel room.

The top five floors were all multi-person suites. Rimbaud took the elevator with them to the floor of the single-person suite, and then handed over the key cards to them one by one.

"Mr. Rimbaud, what about the queen?"

The accommodation is settled, but the most important Zhuqingzhuang, they only have the last accommodation... they can't stay in the hotel all the time.

Regarding the follow-up maintenance, whether Zhuqingzhuang will be rebuilt or compensated to the landlord, all these need to be discussed in the early years.

The foreign male blinked his brown eyes.

only after?

"The waiter in the hotel will tell you later."

At this time, Nigong should have taken down the hotel, so there is no need for him to step in.

waiter?

Ashe's question marks are getting more and more.

These days, the sideline of an insurance company is to open a hotel?

After Rimbaud said that, he was about to turn around and go to the elevator waiting room.

"Wait, Monsieur Rimbaud!"

This time it was Zhengyi who stopped him.

"Is there anything else to do?"

Rimbaud's expression was very flat, and he didn't show any dissatisfaction, but Zhengyi shivered inexplicably.

He remembered last year's beach basketball game, Mr. Rimbaud... seemed to have the ability to lock space.

"I want to ask," Zhengyi straightened his back against the unreasonable fear in his heart, and continued to ask: "Hehui Sang Bailansang, do you want to change here?"

The long-haired foreign male quietly looked at the young man with reddish-brown hair.

The opposite is just...someone Hehui knows.

As an employee of the Chamber of Commerce, he has no obligation to tell others about his boss' whereabouts.

"No comment."

Turning his eyes away, ignoring the other party's somewhat lonely expression, Rimbaud returned to his suite with the heating on.

Rimbaud did not deliberately inquire about the boss's whereabouts. Rimbaud, who was behind in intelligence, finally discovered the blind spot after his brain gradually warmed up.

He Hui, have you ever lived here?

The author has something to say: the wind at night froze Rimbaud's mind.

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It's so cold here for a moment!I was wearing short sleeves the day before yesterday ()