Zaizafang

Dazai started a life of unlimited overtime.

Basically never left the first building.The office was so brightly lit that sometimes his staff wondered if he was awake.

In essence, he is not a person who can calm down. Even the leader has to do some tricks to play around during meetings. Recently, he stayed in the office and frantically handled affairs.The only little pranks were confined to this small space, and all the scourges were given to the subordinates who came to handle the work, and the partner Nakahara Chuya who occasionally handed over the work with a sullen face.

It really was a hell of a time.

For him, for his subordinates, for his enemies.

Finally one day he stretched himself in the office, lazily covered himself with the windbreaker on the back of the chair, and said to his subordinates with dark circles under their eyes:

"Let's get off work early today."

"yes?"

"Ah—ah." Dazai dragged on, "I mean, I'm off work."

"what!"

For a moment, Dazai felt that the mafia had tears in his eyes.

"You go and give this report to the dwarf later, I'll go first." He stood up suddenly, with his long coat hanging on his arm, the other arm was raised, and he covered his lips and yawned, "This The money I earned during this period is enough for Mr. Sen to give me some bonus..."

He called Mr. Sen.

After a few minutes.

He called finance in the hallway laughing, then looked at the card balance and cheered.

Seeing Dazai like this, the other employees flinched unconsciously, wishing they could lean against the wall and hide.The experience of this period of time made them even more afraid of this young boss. Those documents and records passed through their hands, as if the blood flowed through their hands.The figures of human life and money are mixed together, which is horrifying.

Such a person with black blood in his blood can still maintain an innocent demeanor.

This contrast is really chilling.

Only at this time can they remember that this person is only a teenager.

......

As for Dazai, naturally he would not pay attention to these people.

He looked at the balance on his salary card, frowning and thinking about how to spend it.

Is it to buy a giant king crab?Or buy a few snow crabs?

In just a few minutes, he had planned the use of the money.

No way, he is not the kind of person who can save money.When you have money, you naturally want to spend it to your heart's content.

"Odasaku—"

The man sitting in the bar turned his head and hummed.

When Dazai put his clothes on the seat and sat down, the boss had already pushed the wine in front of him.

After taking a sip, the taste is still familiar.

Just like a cat would relax in a familiar environment, Dazai became more active, and the gloomy feeling of working overtime for many days disappeared without a trace.

Oda didn't talk much, and listened to him silently most of the time.

"You seem to be very busy recently."

"Fortunately, it's not a particularly strenuous task. The difficulty is not as high as cooking a crab."

"That's the hard part."

"Odasaku—are you mocking my cooking—" Dazai called out.

Odasaku turned his head away, looked down at the wine, and made a twitch: "There is no sarcasm."

"Really?" Dazai asked suspiciously.

"Really, Dazai, did you use your wages to buy crabs again?"

Although there was suspicion of changing the topic, Dazai happily moved the topic to the crab issue.

Anyone who has eyes can tell that Dazai is in a particularly good mood today.

"Because a long-planned prank is about to succeed."

When he said this, Dazai rolled his eyes and smiled, not very gentle, but a little dangerous.

Odasaku swallowed and stopped talking.Dazai's pranks are sometimes very minor, and they will only be said a few words, and then thrown away as a joke.But sometimes, as in this case, it is a more dangerous prank.

"Don't go too far."

"Hey, is Odasaku worried about me or someone else?" Dazai shook his wine glass, and the ice puck in the glass hit the glass wall, making a ding-dong sound, "There is no need to worry about me, why should I It is said that it is also the youngest cadre candidate. I will be a cadre soon."

If another person listened to this, he would probably feel that Dazai was showing off a bit.But Oda will not.

"Then congratulations in advance."

They clinked glasses, tacit understanding.

Under the light of the bar, Dazai's brown hair and iris-colored eyes looked very soft, and there were faint reflections of lighting, not flashy, but settled.

"The pre-ordered crabs will arrive in a few days. Odasaku will help me cook the crabs. I also want to have a good meal of crabs."

Obviously he also knows that his cooking skills are not very good.

Years of single life and the experience of raising children have allowed Oda to hone some cooking skills. Although most of them are about curry, it is no problem to simply deal with crabs.

He nodded.

"It will be then."

Words were drowned in the tinkling of ice cubes.

......

Of course, because of some follow-up events, this salary was full of crabs, and neither of them ate it.