In Yokohama's days as a writer

A truck drove up from the slums, and many people living here were covetous and full of desire.

The truck stopped, and an ordinary man came out from the back, chubby, with two mustaches, and round eyeballs looking around, he looked very shrewd.

The people behind moved out the tables and chairs from the car, and he sat on them slowly, waved his hands, and two strong men came out from behind, one on the left and one on the right, standing beside him.

This makes those who are ready to move have scruples.

The man sat aside with a kind expression on his face: "We are Yanagawa from the personnel department of Miyagawa Corporation. Recently, a piece of land has been developed on it, and we need to recruit workers, including food and housing, monthly salary, 30 yen per month, everyone. Are you interested?"

"Give money first, work later."

"It would be better if there are people with abilities, no matter what kind of ability, our wages will not be low."

People in the slums are naturally not low on vigilance, and they will not pay attention to this kind of recruitment from unknown sources.

But the Miyagawa Club is different. It is as eye-catching as Mababa mentioned in Huaguo.

People in the slums choose to wait and see.

After staying in the slums for a while, no one came forward, and the recruiting man was not in a hurry, he was still waiting with a smile on his face.

After a while, a man stepped out of the crowd, and he walked out of the crowd aggressively.

Many people in the slums were shocked and discussed a lot.

"Isn't this the one from the south?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I heard that I used to be gangsters, and the fights were particularly fierce."

"Shhhhh, stop talking, he's here."

He looked at Yanagawa sharply: "30 million yen a month, right? I'll do it."

hiss--

No, there is actually someone willing to go?

Liu Chuan smiled and took out the contract, and showed it to him: "We are a serious club, this is a labor contract, take a look, if there is no problem, you can get the money first after signing."

The man snatched the contract and looked at it carefully: "Where's the pen, I'll sign it."

Liu Chuan nodded with a smile, and handed the pen to the man: "Okay, here it is."

The bystanders began to whisper.

Yanagawa watched the man sign the contract, got up and shook hands with him: "Congratulations, then get in the car first, we will go to work right away."

"Oh, that's right." Liu Chuan gestured to the bodyguards on the side, took out a box, and he stepped forward to pat the box.

"It's 30 yen inside." Yanagawa reached out and opened the box, and neatly placed banknotes inside.

Yanagawa casually showed the banknotes to the onlookers, then closed the box and threw it to the man who signed the contract.

"This is yours."

As soon as Liu Chuan said this, the people in the slums were in an uproar. Many people were eager to try, but they didn't expect to pay on the spot. Didn't they see that such a person could get 30?

Yanagawa seemed to be unaware of these desire-filled eyes, and slowly returned to his seat.

"There are not many places for the remaining personnel. There are only fifty places, and they will be filled while stocks last."

"Beforehand, we are signing a long-term contract, which can last for one year. If you want to continue to renew the contract, we welcome it."

As soon as Liu Chuan finished speaking, several people rushed out of the crowd.

"Boss, look at me, I am strong and can do anything."

"Me, me, me! I can do it too, 30 a month, don't talk about working, you can sell me."

Fuck!These shameless people!

Regardless of 21, other onlookers rushed forward.

"I, recruit me, I came first!"

"I, I have a power! Although it's not a powerful power, it's okay to change into a small thing."

The person who claimed to have supernatural powers was admitted on the spot.

The young man who had been at the back of the line was watching, his eyes were closed, he moved his ears, moved his mind, and wanted to go to the front.

"Ouch." The man who hurried over was staggered by this thin-looking man.

The man with his eyes closed tilted his head and looked at the man who bumped him: "Sorry."

"You're blind!" The man who was hit obviously couldn't believe that he was knocked down by such a thin young man, and said angrily.

"Sorry, I'm blind, I didn't see you." The squinting young man was calm and not angry at all.

The man was stunned by the young man's answer for a moment, then observed the young man carefully and found that he was really blind.

Hearing the words, the man seemed to have taken advantage of something, occupying the commanding heights of morality.

He walked up and pushed the young man, and the young man took a few steps back in cooperation, as if the young man knocked him down just now, it was just a hallucination.

This action made the man more convinced that the young man was just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

"What's your name!" The man raised his eyebrows.

"Dimu Qingfang." The blind young man replied.

"You are blind, why are you here to apply for a job." The man sneered, "Hurry up and get out, don't be my uncle."

Dyaki Qingfang was neither sad nor annoyed, and obediently got out of the way.

The man smugly walked past him without even looking at Kasaki Kiyokata.

There are people like this in the world, who are obviously ignorant, talented, and virtuous, but they will take pride in the incompleteness of others.

Kabagi Qingfang still closed his eyes, he took a step back lightly, his steps were light, without making any sound, just like a ghost.

If someone pays attention to him, he will definitely be amazed.

Kabagi Qingfang's expression is dignified, and he is out of tune with the ecstatic or resentful crowd around him

"Sir, why don't you go over?" Suddenly someone patted Kasaki Kiyokata on the shoulder.

Although his movements were gentle, Kasimaki Kiyokata felt a dangerous aura rushing towards his face.

The person who photographed him was a tall, ordinary man with brown-red hair and an ordinary face that couldn't be more ordinary.

With this face, even a person who has no interest in looks can't praise it against his will.

But even so, the person in front of him had a kind of melancholy emanating from within.

There is also an inexplicable feeling.

Even if Qingfang Kabagi is blind, he can still perceive the danger of the other party, and the crisis has been with him for a long time.

And this pressure...

Dyaki Qingfang was on guard secretly, but his face remained calm, and he smiled friendlyly: "I'm blind, there are too many people in front of me, I want to wait until the people leave before trying."

"Indeed, it's not easy for everyone now." The brown-red-haired young man seemed to be emotional.

Kabagi Qingfang spread his hands helplessly: "That's not true."

"Brother, are you here to apply for the job too?" Qingfang Kasaki pointed to the crowded line not far away, "This is not easy, there are too many people."

The brown-red-haired young man looked in the direction Kasimaki Qingfang was pointing, and took a breath for a moment. It wasn't that there were too many people, it was a sea of ​​people. At first glance, there were still human heads besides human heads.

You must know that there are tens of thousands of slums, and this place is still small. I am afraid that men, women and children have all run out.

"I don't know what to apply for." The brown-red-haired young man shook his head, "I've only been here not long ago, so I don't know what happened."

Seeing this, Qingfang Dyaki explained it to him.

"So that's how it is." The brown-red-haired young man thought for a while, and then suddenly let out a clear voice, "It just so happens that I am also a vagrant, and this job is tailor-made for me!"

When Qing Fang heard the words, there was a burst of black lines, he had never been such a brazen person.

The brown-red haired man stretched out his hand with a playful smile: "My boss, my name, let's make friends."

Sacrifice... Attempted love? ?

Can this pseudonym be more perfunctory?

Kabagi Kiyokata also smiled: "My name is Kabagi Kiyokata."

The bright sun hanging high in the sky soon came to an end and disappeared between the sky and the earth.

Yanagawa led the fifty recruited employees to the back of the truck, and the only ones who remained were his boss Jitai, Kabuki Kiyokata, and the first man who applied for the job.

After Yanagawa sent the others to the truck, he walked up to the three of them.

"Both of you, take this car." Yanagawa opened the car door and let his boss Jitai and Kabuki Kiyokata sit in.

The two of them didn't hesitate at all, as if they couldn't wait to get the money.

Yanagawa watched the car carrying the supernatural being go away, with a treacherous smile on his lips.

The man beside Liu Chuan changed from his arrogant appearance just now, and treated Liu Chuan very respectfully.

"Mr. Liu Chuan, how did you see my performance just now?" The man rubbed his hands impatiently.

Yanagawa patted the man's shoulder in relief: "Good job, President Miyagawa will not treat you badly."

Yanagawa took out another box from the car and threw it to the man, who opened the box impatiently.

Full of beautiful knives, neatly placed inside.

The man burst into laughter instantly, and quickly bowed while holding the box.

"Thank you, Mr. Yanagawa, and thank you, President Miyagawa."

Yanagawa waved his hand and let the man leave.

This recruitment was an act from beginning to end, and many of the people in it were people that Liu Chuan was looking for.

Liu Chuan never underestimated the vigilance of human beings, and had long expected that no one would dare to step forward.

But there is a first person to eat crabs in everything, but the first person to eat crabs is just arranged by them.

After the man left, Yanagawa called the bodyguard over.

"Get rid of him in the Yokohama warehouse." Liu Chuan's eyes flashed coldly, "Don't leave him alive, push it to the port mafia."

"Yes."

The bodyguard responded, and then asked: "Mr. Liu Chuan, those people in the slum..."

Liu Chuan hesitated for a moment, and then said: "No need, if the recruit has relatives, tell them. Those people signed a ten-year contract with us, and then sent some money every year."

"As for the hired criminals and hooligans." Yanagawa said without emotion, "Let's deal with it."

"But, President Miyagawa..."

"Listen to me, I will explain to the president."

"Yes."

The truck with more than 50 people left the slum and headed in an unknown direction.

Kabuki Kiyokata and his boss Jitai got out of the car, and then they took the elevator to the underground with their heads covered.

The boss, the wife, asked the leader next to him: "Where are we going?"

The leader glanced at him: "Where you work."

With a "ding", the elevator stopped.

The lab, here we come.