Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

Yu Nanchuan didn't know what his boss was planning. He didn't know how dangerous the black cloaked boy he met was, and he didn't know that if he hadn't been lucky enough to run into Ichiyo Higuchi, he might have been killed by Hong Kong/Black The vicious dog was sent for interrogation.

After all, seeing a person standing carelessly downstairs in the port of Mafia, pointing and counting something, everyone would subconsciously guess whether the other party was planning something secretly.

After all the Mafia,? Conspirators per capita.

Nanchuan Yu didn't complete the task, so he returned to his office safely.

Shizuyama Kazuki's expression is ugly. After all, who has calculated for a long time,? Want to stain people who have never been in the dark with blood,? Get to know the real Yokohama,? Not only did he fail, but he also slapped himself in the face, and finally was rejected by his immediate boss warn.

This kind of aggrieved,? Who can bear it?

Seeing that he left foolishly, came back safely, and still remembered Nanchuan Yu who returned the document he was holding tightly, Kazuki Jingshan was even more angry.

So, as the boss, Kazuki Shizuyama indifferently deducted Nanchuan Yu's salary for one day.

"Even if you are lucky, you pass the test." Kazuki Shizuyama gritted his teeth secretly, took a few deep breaths before saying, "It's time to get off work, so you should go back on time,? Yokohama is still very dangerous at night."

"Thank you, Mr. Jingshan."

"But don't let this kind of thing happen again in the future. Remember to report to the office for today's attendance, and your salary for one day will be deducted."

Nan Chuanyou nodded obediently. Although he worked for half a day today,? But considering that he didn't arrive in the morning and asked for leave, he accepted it.

But it is worthy of being the best foreign trade company based in Yokohama.

Capitalists are always like this, extracting surplus value at every opportunity.

Nanchuan Yu didn't care about the salary, nor did he care about the absence, after all, interns didn't have a month-end bonus.

As usual, he returned to Honmaru regularly.

Because of his notice in the morning, all the men with swords and swords arrived at the scene, and then heard the news relayed by Nanchuan Yu.

Naruto sat in the corner of Honmaru, stroking Honosuke in front of him with dull eyes.

When Nanchuan Yu said that there was a huge Honosuke covering the sky and the sun behind the Toki Government, Minghu lowered his head, looked at Honosuke in his hand, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

But at this time, everyone's faces were serious, and they obviously knew what Nan Chuanyu meant, and the men with swords were no longer in the mood to joke, and most of them were thoughtful, and occasionally there were close discussions with swords in low voices.

Nanchuan Yu didn't give a definite attitude. His identity is a god judge, but he thinks that he is just an ordinary person. Compared with the swords and swords who have experienced countless years, he looks at the world one-sidedly.

So, he just sat quietly, listening carefully to the whispers of the swordsmen.

On the square of Honmaru, the area has been expanded a lot with spiritual power at this time, and the plants growing in accordance with the summer season are all over the place, bringing bursts of fragrance.

Nanchuan Yu heard the rough and bold laughter of Bakata Naginata, and also heard the sharpness of Zongsan Zuowen's gentle voice.

Suddenly, Nanchuan You laughed out loud.

"What's the matter?" Wu Hutui, who had been sitting obediently behind Nan Chuanyou and didn't participate in the discussion, looked at him with those quiet eyes, "Did you remember something happy?"

"Yes, I want to make one thing clear." Nan Chuanyou lowered his head, picked up the little tiger that was rubbing against his calf, and rubbed it on his leg. He kept licking fur in the corner.

"Master God Judge, this is..." Wu Hutui looked at his cubs distressedly, and hurriedly blocked the rest of them behind him.

"I just figured it out, everyone is a sword after all."

No matter how they are called smoke wars, even if they were originally born to pray for blessings, in essence, they are all weapons.

The enemy is in the front, maybe the person holding the knife will retreat, but as a sword, as long as the blade is not broken, it is impossible for them to regret it.

"?" Wuhu tilted his head back, his eyes full of confusion.

"Actually, I'm afraid." Nan Chuanyou bowed his head, admitting his timidity with some embarrassment.

At first, he thought that as long as Foxnosuke was driven out of this world and the world was closed, safety could be guaranteed.

"Hahahaha, you're still a child after all." Warm palms rubbed the top of Nanchuan You's head, "It's embarrassing for everyone to be so reliable."

Feeling the warm touch on the top of his head, Nan Chuanyou looked up.

Mikazuki Zongjin was sitting cross-legged on the table in front of him, rubbing his head with one hand, and on the other hand was the limp Fox Nosuke who had no soul.

Under the moonlight, Mikazuki Zongjin smiled recklessly, "Although the swords of other Honmaru have nothing to do with us, it is hard for me to accept that there is another person in that world who is bound in the world constructed by the Government of Time."

"Hahahaha, that's right." Bagata laughed and stood up, drawing a beautiful arc in the air with the naginata in his hand, "I don't want to be manipulated by some fox, we will always have a battle with the Government of Time."

"I will never die."

Seeing the atmosphere ignited by Ba Xing's words, Nan Chuan raised his eyebrows, retreated silently, and left the square full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit.

The castle tower is not close to the square in the center of the Honmaru. After Nanchuan Yu returned to the top floor, he could not hear the shouts of the swordsmen in the square full of fighting spirit.

Spreading out Honmaru's knife tent and looking at the data recorded on it, Nanchuan sighed long and long.

The construction of the Honmaru consumed a lot of resources he had saved. At that time, he and the swords only considered that with the connection between everyone and the world, the swords might live in the real world in the future.

For the swords of the future, Honmaru is not only the supply and support point of spiritual power, but also the safe house and the last line of defense in the most critical moment.

In addition, there is no daily battle mission, and there is no risk of sword injury, so those useless resources can be used for swordsmen to repair houses and build dream homes, it is no problem...

However, the problem now is that the swords are likely to encounter a difficult battle, and the blade may be damaged, so it is necessary to prepare enough supplies.

Even...not just the wood that is about to be consumed, but also the food that can restore the spiritual power of the swords.Meatballs to restore your mood.

As the saying goes, soldiers and horses go first before moving food and grass, Nan Chuanyou looked at the supplies he had listed that needed to be prepared, and couldn't help rubbing his temples.

Although the current Honmaru has only just started in the entertainment industry, but because the sword man's performance is too good, there is not a shortage of funds.

However, some resources cannot be purchased with money, and there must be certain channels.

Suddenly, Nan Chuanyou pointed his hand in the air, and a small figure of Li Baoen seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

As if a flash of lightning flashed across his mind, Nan Chuanyou suddenly cheered up.

He himself is just an ordinary student, but the people around him are not simple, especially now that he is still an intern at the port foreign trade company.

If you think about it this way, is it true that Li Baoen is worthy of being a teacher who can be appointed as a killer and become the leader of the mafia? He seems to have the talent of a prophet.

He loosened the big stone that was pressing on his heart, and seeing that the time was getting late, he closed the knife tent, returned home, washed up briefly, and fell into a deep sleep.

-

At this time in Yokohama, a small exchange of fire is taking place.Because the opponent is a small organization without supernatural powers, Mafia, the port that was provoked, just followed the rules and only dispatched the subordinate fighting organization "Black Lizard"

It was rare for Shizuyama Kazuki to accept the order to participate in this battle, but he was not a seedling in this field. After his arm was almost scratched, he was transferred to the rear of the battle.

"Your current strength... is getting worse and worse." Behind the crowd was Black Lizard's centurion commander Guangjin Liulang. Countless ordinary people have come and gone in his team for so many years, so they naturally recognized him. This ordinary player.

"Yes." Shizuyama Kazuki did not refute.

"Sitting in an office is still a waste of your talent." Hirotsu Yanagi held a cigarette between his gloved fingers, looking at the submissive Shizuyama Kazuki.

"Old man, you are absurd." Jing Shan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and replied respectfully.

"Alas." Guangjin Liulang took a puff of cigarette, and with a sigh, the smoke was slowly exhaled.

During his career in the port of Mafia for so many years, he has also met many people, including young geniuses like Dazai Nakano, and ordinary people like Kazuki Shizuyama with ordinary qualifications and no hard work.

"I heard that you have a promising person who you want to recommend?"

"Yes."

"That's all right, let him come to my place tomorrow, let me take a look first." Guangjin Liulang looked down, and could only see a middle-aged man with top hair, "If it is really suitable, you don't have to go out to work in the future Now, feel at ease to be your office worker."

"Yes!" Kazuki Jingshan responded excitedly, and then lowered his voice as if realizing something, "Many, thank you, old man."

When he joined Port Mafia when he was young, he was also full of energy and proud of some of his talents that were different from others, but he quit after facing several real fights.

It would be great if someone could replace me.

As for whether that person joined voluntarily like himself, or was forced to join...

What does that matter?

-

When I woke up early in the morning, I received a message from my boss as soon as I turned on my phone. In the early hours of last night, Jing Shan sent me a transfer order.

Looking at the time of the letter at two o'clock in the morning, Nan Chuanyou twitched the corners of his mouth, it was difficult to move his imagination away from the guess that Jingshan was drunk at night.

However, contrary to Nanchuan Yu's expectations, the message was indeed sent by the boss when he was awake.

It made Nan Chuanyou puzzled while feeling that he was possessed by a koi.

I just planned to contact the senior management of the internship company to see if I could buy some needed resources from abroad, and the opportunity came to my door.