Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

San Riyue wears a saber at his waist. It is his real saber. It is rare for ordinary people to ignore him and pay attention to his saber the first time they meet him.

However, Yukichi Fukuzawa is a swordsman.

He is also the one who has experienced many life-and-death battles and survived with his own knife.

Therefore, he recognized the vibration knife.

Although the blade was covered with a gorgeous blade, the aura from the blade reminded him that the blade of Mikazuki Zongjin was genuine.

But,? How is that possible?

It's not that Fukuzawa Yukichi has never seen this Zhen Guobao, and he also knows that Zhen Guobao was first hidden in the Tokyo National Museum.

So... what's going on here?

Fukuzawa Yukichi frowned, and the two notches between his brows made him look more serious.

It is rare for Edogawa Ranpo to not pay attention to the change in the expression of the beloved president because of the attraction of the rich dessert in front of him.

Three big men, one in a sari, one in a kimono, and one in a small brown suit.

They sat together in a dessert shop with pink and cute decoration, surrounded by young and beautiful girls, and they looked out of place.

At this moment, a man pushed the door open and came in, his eyes were red, his steps were staggering, and his desperation showed a bit of desperate determination.

The waiter came forward to ask.

"No need, I'm looking for someone."

The man proudly raised his chin, moved his heavy body, walked to the table where Sanriyue and the others were sitting, sat down without asking any questions.

Sankaiyue was eating, Luanbu was in a daze, only Fukuzawa Yukichi raised his head thoughtfully and glanced at the other party.

Then he retracted his gaze indifferently, and continued to frown and meditate.

This is not what the man expected.

I thought I would at least be asked about the purpose of my visit, but in the end, I was ignored by the three people who were working on it.

The person who came was Jimu Qingren's former boss, Takada Kensuke who had a relationship with Sankaiyue.

After returning to the company that day, he was replaced by Shen Tai with the excuse of ineffective work.Originally, the company planned to let him return to his original job, but how could the person in his current job allow him to return?

Therefore, Kensuke Takada ignored the report of his subordinates and let go of the great opportunity, but his subordinates brought it to the top.

Although Takata Kensuke has not left his job now, he is like a marginal figure in the company, ignored by everyone.

He wanted to make a comeback, pondered all night, and suddenly remembered the words of Jimu Qingren that day.

boss.

The boss of Honmaru Entertainment is only a teenager, so he must not be able to really manage a company.

He has so many highly qualified seedlings under his command. In a small company with little chance, some people must have little chance to succeed.

If he can poach an artist who is his own, then it is not impossible to hold down Shen Tai, who has humiliated him, for a few years, even the younger generation who competes for him.Eye-catching hats can all be washed off together.

Takada Kensuke should have gone to find other artists in Honmaru, especially those who are not well-known and only have photos posted on the official website of Honmaru.

However, he didn't want to wait that long.

There is the best candidate in front of him - Mikazuki Zongjin.

Stepping on Shenta and becoming the protagonist, he will inevitably be pulled out to compare with Shenta all the time in the future.For the arrogant Shinta, this is an eternal nightmare.

As for Sanriyue Zongjin, a newly established entertainment company didn't have any good opportunities at all. Compared with them, his entertainment company could be regarded as the leader in the entertainment industry.

When all entertainment companies are staring at Honmaru, this small company is bound to be dismantled in a short time, so why not choose the one with better chances.

Takada Kensuke has sorted out all the pros and cons, but the only thing he didn't expect was the current scene.

"What did you say?"

"Hahaha, I'm not interested in job-hopping." Although Sanriyue Zongjin was smiling, there was a clearly visible indifference in his eyes.

"However, your company doesn't value you at all." Kensuke Takada was in a hurry, and finally started the topic. He obviously didn't want to be dismissed by a word.

"There is no professional public relations team. There is no special agent. Assistant. Not even health management." Takada Kensuke looked at the table full of desserts, and there were still several empty plates in front of Mikami Tsukimune, "As an artist, how can you You don't care about your image that much."

"I said, this has nothing to do with you." Sankaiyue put down the small silver spoon, not paying attention to Takada Kensuke's accusation at all.

"You are... you don't know good from bad."

Mikazuki Zongjin didn't have such a good temper, he raised his head and glanced at Kensuke Takada who seemed to be about to make a scene, the sword was slightly out of its sheath, and a cold, sharp blade touched the man's night.

The icy chill spread down the wrist, and Takada Kensuke fell silent instantly.

"Who do you think we are? Artists, huh." San Riyue smiled, and said the terrible words with a gentle and kind face, "If you want to talk nonsense, cut off your hands, what do you think? .”

"You, you, you!" The tall and fat Kensuke Takada was frightened by the real killing intent from the battlefield. He froze for a moment, rolled his eyelids, and fainted instantly.

The two martial arts detectives who witnessed this scene: ...

"Wow, would you really do that?" Ranpo Edogawa asked.

"Hahaha." Sanri Yuezong put the knife into its sheath and said with a smile, "What are you doing, I don't know."

Pretending to be confused.

Edogawa ranpo rolled his eyes.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was sitting next to Edogawa Ranpo, was even more silent.

After a long time, Kensuke Takada ran away in a panic when he came to his senses, and Tsukimi Mikazuki finished eating all the snacks under Edogawa Ranpo's envious eyes, before he finally spoke.

"That...is Mikazuki Zongjin, right?"

"Yes." Sanri Yuezong stroked his body knife, "I am."

"Knife is still human..." Not only why, Fukuzawa Yukichi instinctively did not continue to ask when he met Mikazuki Zongjin's eyes.

Sankayue nodded to Edogawa Ranpo who was thinking about everything, and then ordered a lot of desserts without any politeness.

"Here, can you bring it?" Swiping the card to pay the bill, the staff looked at the amount and seemed a little embarrassed.

"Help me send it to...here." Sanri Yuezong wrote an address, laughed and said, "Hahaha, just send me back too."

The waiter looked at the address name, and the radar siren who was a native of Yokohama was screaming frantically.

"Are you sure, it's... dangerous."

Just planning to give some food to colleagues who are serious on duty, Sanriyue nodded.

"Okay, I'll contact you when the time comes, and you can just send me and the dessert to the periphery."

Then, after adding a large fee, someone finally drove to the designated place with the guarantee of the fee and Sanriyue.

Unlike the Leibo Street imagined by the waiter driving the delivery (people?), this place is not so chaotic, but rather quiet.

Entering a straight street, the street has been paved with cement.

Because the cement is still newly laid, the road surface has not yet condensed, so the road surface still looks a little quiet.

"Is this really Leibo Street?" The waiter seemed a bit puzzled.

"Haha, after a while, the place will change a lot."

"Will it... be safer?" the waiter asked in a low voice.

"Hahaha, after all, in Yokohama, it won't be particularly safe after all."

This place in Yokohama is the chaos that everyone knows well.

"Oh, that's good." The waiter thought for a while, then sighed softly, "I don't know how this place will be built in the future, it would be great if I could buy a house."

"Are you a resident of Leibo Street?"

"How is that possible? If I were a resident, I would have died that year." The waiter sighed, "The current housing prices in Yokohama are too high. I don't know if there will be any discounts for buying a house here in the future."

After rambling on a few topics such as the difficulty of life, the waiter left after helping to unload the food.

"Well, welcome to come next time. I still have work to do, so I'll be leaving first." With a wave of his hand, the waiter stepped on the accelerator and left quickly.

San Riyue waved her hand and looked at the group of people coming in mighty force.

Surrounded by colleagues I know, in the middle are bodyguards wearing black suits with nervous expressions. Surrounded in the middle is a pale-skinned, staggering, thin body that looks like a skeleton with a layer of skin Such a boy.

After walking a few steps, the boy had to stop for a while to catch his breath.

Sanriyue froze for a moment, squinted her eyes, and quickly guessed the identity of the person coming.

It is the owner of the land on Leibo Street.

After many years, he finally returned to Leibo Street, the boy seemed a little excited.

"It's really different, it's great, I really...cough cough cough, I didn't make a mistake." The boy's eyes were bright, and he looked around at the dilapidated buildings around him.

"If you can provide security, I plan to hire people to rebuild Saibo Street."

Hearing this sentence, Bodo, who was walking at the end of the line, lit up his eyes, and quickly pressed the palm-sized calculator in his hand, and came up with an astonishing number.

"Wow." Bodo exclaimed in admiration, "It's really a big deal."

"What's wrong with you?" Walking beside Hakata was Minghu wearing a black mask. dagger.

If there were no outsiders present, it would be Minghu's fox who asked the question, but now, because there were outsiders present, Minghu could only ask by himself.

His voice is beautiful, with a unique magnetism.

Hakata Toshi quickly turned around and replied: "When do you think the God Judge will have such a large piece of land in this world? In this way, the rent alone will be a lot of income."

"Uh, come on?" Minghu secretly sweated for the judge.

In Honmaru, where all staff are salted fish, there is such an enterprising knife, and the judges must have a lot of pressure.

Fortunately, there is only such a shock. If Zongsan of Zuo Wenjia also has this kind of professionalism, the judge of God may not be forced to take the road of world domination?

Nan Chuan Yu, the plainly arranged god judge:? ? ?

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