Started with a green hat for Verlaine

"Boss, I want to invest in a publishing house for the Port Mafia."

"reason?"

"I think there are many underappreciated people in this world, maybe they are suitable for writing novels."

"Rejected, next investment project."

"Contracting the cemetery."

"Akiya-kun? Do you think the cemetery of the port mafia is not good enough?"

"No...Boss, my subordinates don't have this kind of idea. They just found that the price of cemeteries is increasing day by day. The citizens have such a demand. We can enclose the land in advance and selectively rent and sell it through the increase in the price of cemeteries."

"Rental sale...?"

"Yes, the cemetery can be sold year after year, and the price of ten years is given a discount."

"Qiu Ye-jun has a really good business mind. Do you think I need to leave you a piece of land to increase the value?"

"This subordinate has exactly the intention."

Originally a dialogue full of jokes, it was placed in the office of the Hong Kong black leader to add darkness and chill.With the sneering gaze of the white-haired old man, Ma Shengqiu also spoke very seriously. The people he managed for himself in the port mafia were "strategic talents with high IQ" and "money-making masters with unconstrained thinking".

He went to inquire about the internal situation of the port mafia and the price of the cemetery outside, and felt a business opportunity.

"Boss, the public cemetery in our country is getting a little old."

"..."

The leader of Hong Kong gangsters is speechless.

I don’t want to listen to him expressing his opinions. The leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong gave him face and read the plan written by the other party. There is a complete business plan on it, which states that the price of the cemetery will rise. When disposing of corpses, there is no need to throw them into the sea, polluting the ocean, and throw them directly into the incinerator.

"Qiu Ye-kun, have you been stimulated?" The leader of the Hong Kong gangster said, "Everyone in the port mafia knows how much I value you, and the requirement of earning a billion dollars is very high, and it has been reduced to the minimum for you. "

The title of a quasi-cadre and the countless dangers are not worth mentioning in the mouth of the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters.

This may be the "ceiling" for ordinary people to die at the touch of a finger.

Ma Shengqiu also saluted, but did not speak, admitting or denying now would make the Hong Kong black leader sensitive.

The old man's face is getting older day by day.

death.

But a great topic.

It was found out that the leader retained trust in him, so Ma Shengqiu appropriately chose to resign.

The gangster leader stared at the "cemetery" on the paper for a moment, with disdain in his eyes, and suppressed the discomfort of weakening his body. He Dehe can sit in the position of a quasi-cadre and honestly earn money for Hong Kong gangsters for a lifetime."

After finishing speaking, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters made a choice different from his heart, pinching his nose and agreeing to the investment plan.

As if to cover up, he allowed two plans.

He definitely didn't see the money. The casualty rate of the port mafia is increasing year by year. The organization needs a stable and safe cemetery. The seaside cemetery is too expensive and easy to be attacked. It should be used to slaughter the rich.

Well, the seaside cemetery has a nice view, so let’s leave a piece of this for Qiu Ye who is worried about the funeral.

"Boss is duplicity. I asked why the profit-seeking mafia refused. As long as I give more, the boss will be convinced of my investment plan." Ma Shengqiu also received the investment plan approval notice half a day later, and stood Enjoy the wind in the office, overlooking the seaside of Yokohama City.

He gestured to a range of land to buy, and laughed out of his unsteady humor.

[Dazai Osamu. 】

[Oda Sakunosuke's cemetery, I contracted it for you! 】

forgot to say.

This year's business was sluggish, and the Lupin Bar, which opened in the corner, almost closed down. It was he who funded the bar owner at a critical time to help him tide over the difficulties.

He grasped a little bit of the veins of this world and held it tightly in his hands, allowing the breeze to pass through his fingers.

He is not a psychoanalyst, just an analyst.

What he analyzes is——

world.

Ma Shengqiu also used honest money means to buy the publishing house that signed a contract with him. When he went to negotiate, the publishing house from the president to the members were all confused.

"Mr. Reader, you are so rich, why don't you start your own publishing house?"

"Time waits for no one."

The first thing Ma Shengqiu did after the acquisition was successful was to change the name of the publishing house and put his own mark on it.

——Pigeon Stew Publishing House.

After that, he strictly asked them to push away other publications and publish his own works before the end of October. This move proved the real reason for his acquisition of the publishing house: I was in a hurry!

October 21st, Edogawa Ranpo's birthday.

Aso Qiuya and Lan Tang organized a feast of snacks for him, so that he could have a good time on his birthday.

Afterwards, Lan Tang sent a box of Jianwei Xiaoshi Tablets separately.

Quite healthy.

Edogawa ran out happily in the middle of the journey, and took a lot of snacks to Leibo Street.He threw snacks at Zhongya in the Central Plains, and reached out to ask for a birthday gift, and when he got it, he ran back to eat the rest.

Zhongyuan Zhong also laughed angrily, and said weakly when he saw the eyes of his companions wanting to eat.

"Eat it, I don't like it."

hateful.

That childish showoff!

For the sake of your birthday today, I won't bother with you.

At home, Edogawa was sitting on the gift box, smiling and looking at the limited edition wave soda in his hand, with glass beads dangling in it, colorful.The gift box contains high-end items such as clothes and shoes. Lan Tang will not be shabby when he sells them. While cultivating the other party's literary quality, he can also improve the other party's aesthetic ability.

"I'm 14!"

"Father, mother, I have found a kind person and survived alone!"

He suddenly thought of something, rummaged through the gift box, and found the latest printed book.

"I want to see what Qiuya wrote that he can't wait to publish."

"There must be a secret!"

……

After the publication of "School Girl's Retired Killer Bodyguard", the response is still polarized.

Those who like it like it, and those who hate it hate it very much.

The name of this novel is Gou Xue in later generations, and the content is also Gou Xue and literature, but in the world nearly ten years ago, it was so trendy that it could be compared to the Sanhua hair color of an unknown boss.

Major bookstores put new books and promotional banners in conspicuous places.

"Killer?"

Oda Sakunosuke, who loves to read, unconsciously scanned the words that made him sensitive when buying books.

He is a killer, a gold medal killer who has never missed a hand.

After he walked over, he found the complete name, which was unexpected and strange, and he hesitated to read it out: "School belle... a retired killer's personal bodyguard? Is this killer going to be a bodyguard for someone in the school?"

Due to the shortage of books and the inability to buy the second half of "Light and Darkness", Sakunosuke Oda followed the public and picked up a novel, ignoring the prohibition on reading by minors.Later, he noticed that other buyers showed him subtle expressions of fellow-men, as if the book in his hand represented something colored.

He looked down, "It's the type of the Eighteen Ban..."

The book is a little hot.

Fortunately, Oda Sakunosuke is a person who is not easy to go back on his word. Novels about killers are not common, and the author of this novel, which he often sees, is an old author with experience in writing several novels.

Walking to the cash register to check out, Oda Sakunosuke faced suspicious eyes and provided his false identity as an adult.

"Well, I'm an adult."

The red-haired boy with dull eyes answered with a green face.

At that time, he was 13 years old, and he would be 14 years old in five days.

On the other hand, even Yukichi Fukuzawa, who works as a bodyguard in Yokohama City, glimpsed the title of the book because of the author's sales guarantee and the bookstore's vigorous promotion, frowned slightly, and had no intention of going in to buy it.

[Such a name is too vulgar. 】

Relying on his good looks (?), Sanhuamao found a bookstore to sleep in.In the drowsy afternoon, it was lying on the counter of the bookstore, and the boss was paying people. A few pages of the novel were opened, and the content behind was blown a little by the wind.

That's what Natsume didn't see in the draft.

The bodyguard is dead.

Died to protect his beloved woman and child.

Those hands that killed people, in order not to kill people, did their best to give everything of their own.

At the end of the novel, there is a passage from the author——

[Only if he is alive and finds a happy destination, this novel can be written as "The Good", otherwise it would be a tragedy to abandon evil and do good. Congratulations everyone! 】

[Other than that, it is a dog-blood novel worth recommending. 】

【--reader. 】

Sanhua cat: "..."

It scratched its own itch pretending not to care, thinking of the bodyguards and killers it cared about.

Thank you, a little has been connoted.