Domineering Mafia's Silly Goose Wife

There is a famous saying in life, which is: I know a lot of truths, but I still can't live this life well.

I understood what Mama-san said, and I knew she was right, but I just didn't follow through.Rebellious, that's what I am.

After asking the leader for instructions, the leader said that the detection of hallucinogens should be the priority, and the rest of the things should give me the right to act independently.Rounding off is that I can do whatever I want as long as I don't reveal my identity, and he doesn't care about me, so I rolled up my sleeves and worked hard.

After many investigations, combined with internal information and external intelligence, all information points to one thing: the Armed Detective Agency is a just organization, and its members are all decent people.

madness!Do you think you can fool my eyes like this?I've watched too many movies where he's a good guy on the surface, but he's a murderer in the dark.But now I still have a question that I don't want to understand. Among other things, Dazai Osamu's frivolous face clearly cannot be associated with an honest man at all.

I held my head in my head and thought hard, and went to ask Ellie, my experienced night show instructor who knew countless people, and finally came to a conclusion-Osamu Dazai graduated from the Drama Academy.

That's right!His level of acting skills is so high that he was able to put on that delicate and handsome face, pretending to be an honest and responsible person, and even deceived countless ladies.

... This is getting more and more difficult. I'm just a newcomer, and I've never met such a high-ranking criminal.

I was so worried that I was thinking about a hundred ways to find evidence that Osamu Dazai was a serial murderer, when my mother suddenly called me over and told me not to fish during working hours and go to entertain guests.

—I want to entertain guests, but you won't let me go.

I muttered something in my heart, put on my shawl, and asked her casually as I walked outside: "What kind of guest is it?"

Mama Sang looked at me like a fool, and asked, "What kind of guests do you think you can receive?"

All right, needless to say, I already understand.

In the eyes of Mama Sang, a dish dog like me can only receive ordinary working-class people, even if I offend the other party, it will not cause too much negative impact on C-CLUB.

As I expected, a man in an ordinary black suit specially designed for social animals sat on the booth restrainedly. He was probably under 30 years old, holding a wine glass in both hands, his eyes dodged, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

I am very experienced in this kind of situation. Most of the guests I receive are like him, with honesty and duty written all over their bodies, and they will blush when they say a few words to the lady.

Except for my first guest.

That's the only old fritters I've ever received.

"Hello, guest, I'm Saori-chan," I sat beside him, showing the most popular smile now, "How do I call you?"

"Yamada, Yamada Yuma. It's our first time meeting you, Miss Saori." He was obviously trying to calm down, and he moved slightly in the opposite direction from me secretly.

"Mr. Yuma, just call me Saori-chan." I followed suit and started the first topic of the night, "I found a new dessert shop opened on the street in front of me two days ago, and the donuts are delicious. Best, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the sweetness is right, does Mr. Yuzhen like to eat sweets?"

"It's okay." He replied vaguely.As if he felt that such an answer was impolite, he quickly responded: "I will try it when I have a chance."

"If the taste is mild, I recommend the oatmeal biscuits from that family. It's also good for breakfast." Seeing that he was not interested in this topic, I changed another topic with a wink, "Mr. Yuzhen seems to be working I’m very busy, and I definitely don’t have time to make breakfast on weekdays, and oatmeal biscuits with milk are perfect.”

"Well, thank you for your suggestion," Yamada Yuma looked at me and asked hesitantly, "How did Ms. Saori see that I am busy with work?"

Through the keen observation of my policeman.

But level ten eyesight is as good as mine, so I won't do such inappropriate things as blah blah blah blah.No one needs the truth at this time, what he needs is my soft heart.

"Mr. Youzhen looks a bit tired." I glanced at his briefcase from the corner of the eye, and I slightly bent the corners of my eyes and said with a smile, "You have worked hard all day."

This sentence immediately opened up his chatter box. After he took a sip of beer depressedly, he began to complain about the difficult social animal life.According to him, he works for an IT company and his job is software development.Departments have complex interpersonal relationships and serious factional struggles.He didn't want to participate in these things, and he made some achievements honestly, but he didn't expect that the boss was jealous of his colleagues and stayed away.

The workplace is not easy, and resignation can cure all diseases.

According to his description, I really can't figure out why he still stays in this company.

I asked him in a more subtle way: "Mr. Yuzhen, have you ever thought about changing jobs?"

He never expected such a normal solution, but he got a surprised look.He shook his head hastily: "No way. It's hard to become a regular worker, and it's hard to find another company after resigning, and the other party will doubt my loyalty."

I frowned: "Loyalty?"

It’s okay for people like me to be loyal to the country and the people. Why do you have to be loyal to the company when you work in a harsh environment? This is obviously bowing to the evil forces.

He explained to me in a good voice: Generally speaking, the company has abused me thousands of times, and I treat the company like first love.I love the company, the company is my second home, and I must be grateful and loyal to the company.

What kind of bullshit is this? ? ?

But he still asked me expectantly: "Miss Saori, can you understand?"

I can not.

Absolutely not.

But Miss, I wouldn't say that.

Responding to "I understand", "I understand", "You have worked hard" and I said softly with a tender smile on my face, "Mr. Youzhen, you have worked very hard. "I can still work in that environment, I can't think of a second adjective other than hard work.

He was startled, and seemed to show a slightly excited expression.

I:? ? ?

This strange expression flashed by, and before I had time to think about it, he quickly restrained his expression, shook his head, and smiled at me with his lips pursed: "Miss Saori definitely despises me like this."

It's not like I look down on you, but I can't figure out the reason why you, a technical talent like you, are obviously a sweet momo, but you still stick to that spicy chicken company.

But I can't say that, I quickly shook my head and hurriedly denied: "How is it possible? Really, the one who should be looked down upon is me. You don't know, I don't have enough food, sleep, or money here, Mommy Sang He always said he was going to fire me. The other customers I met were not as friendly as Yuma-san, and they even touched me—"

hateful!Obviously pretending to comfort his misery by selling misery, why the more I talk about it, the more I feel that I am really miserable.

Tears were about to fall when I continued talking, I quickly stopped the topic, and said with a final word: "So I understand, I can understand Mr. Yuzhen's feelings."

"Really?" He looked at me for a while, then suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled, "So Miss Saori is too."

I nodded firmly: "I am."

"I think I'll have repeat customers soon."

After Yamada Yuma left, I said this to my mother-san: "We are all hard-working social animals, and we have infinite resonance."

Mama Sang breathed out a mouthful of white mist calmly, and asked me: "Which one of the animals you received is not a social animal?"

I thought about it carefully, and then answered uncertainly: "It seems to be all, after all, you use this standard to select guests for me."

"Then did they name you to accompany them again?"

"...They're just busy with work, so they don't have time to come and spend for the time being. Let me tell you, Mama-san," I said stiffly, "Don't underestimate me, someone will name me this month at the latest."

"if there is not?"

"Do you want to bet or not!" I have already thought about it. If I win, she will let me receive Takahashi Kota. If I lose, I will work overtime and bring her C-CLUB a [-] million business. Um... well, I can't do it.

My little plan was cracking, but she rolled her eyes and sneered: "C-CLUB is the bottom performer, what capital do you have to bet with me?"

"Mom-san, don't underestimate—"

"roll."

I:……

Let me tell you, I am not the kind of humble Yamada Yuma who swallows bitterness in his stomach.If it wasn't for the fact that I was tasked with obtaining information, I would have resigned a long time ago.

For the next week, I waited and waited eagerly, not to mention repeat customers, not even two customers.When I squatted in the background and touched the fish I didn't want to touch sadly, from the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw Mama Sang coming in from the outside, and looked around us indifferently.

"A big fish came, but he specifically pointed out a certain lady," she exhaled a puff of smoke, "unfortunately, he didn't remember the name, so he just said—"

Object specified?

Is it? !

I lifted my spirits all of a sudden, and then I heard my mother Sang say: "——I want the black-haired, dumb-headed, new one."