After cos Genshin Sanshin came to the Yokohama studio

Wendy never thought she would have such a day.

Holding the novel in front of him, the boy was silent for a long, long time.It's been so long that he feels that his buttocks are numb - this kind of perseverance he never had even on the eve of the college entrance examination.

The waiter looked at the boy for a long time. He looked at the black card on the table in front of the boy, which only belonged to the uppermost part of Mafia in the port. He finally didn't dare to talk to him.

Wendy remained silent, staring fixedly at the light novel, as if she wanted to devour the book.Until a person sat down next to the high stool and ordered a glass of wine.

The shop manager over there rushed over, and seeing Mori Ogai raised his hand, the shop manager understood what he meant, and prepared to leave without making much noise. Before leaving, he looked at the young man sitting next to the leader in awe.

The waiter realized that although he only knew the chiefs whose photos were widely circulated within the Mafia, this did not prevent him from making reasonable speculations.

The young man who can get that card...

He is the legendary Gravity Envoy Central Plains cadre!

No wonder the air pressure around him is so low. It turns out that the power of "gravity" is still passive?The waiter combined the height he had observed for half a day just now, and confirmed his guess even more.

Wendy didn't know how others were in awe of his identity, he didn't even notice Mori Ogai.The winds in the four directions became particularly oppressive because the mood of those in authority was low.

"Little Alice has not seen you for four days, but I miss you very much, poet." The man with dark red pupils folded his fingers, with a just right smile on his face, "Mr. Chuya said he didn't blame you, The promise I made to you before is still valid."

The boy still didn't answer him, and his eyes were still looking at the book—even if the eyes were slack.

Mori Ogai decided to solve the root cause of Wendy ignoring him first.He tried to take the book away, and after pulling it out very smoothly, he carefully browsed the page that Wendy turned to.

[The witch looked at the general still holding her hand tightly, and softly comforted: "General, don't cry."]

[I saw that the eyes of the general who has always been decisive in killing and killing in the eyes of others were filled with tears. She held the witch's hand and pressed it to her face, closed her eyes, and the tears fell involuntarily.The tears shed by the most noble and noble person here turned into the most noble and noble pearls in the instant they fell. ]

["Abeng has left me too, don't leave me."]

["Next time I come back, I will bring you your favorite milk dumpling." The witch patted the general's head affectionately. ]

["Wooooow, I don't want me, I just want you to stay!"]

[While crying, the general picked up the pearls that had been scattered all over the floor, pierced holes one by one with lightning, pulled off his own hair and strung the pearls together.It was tied around the witch's neck. ]

["I want you to smell like me."]

[The general is still weeping sadly, the domineering tone in his tone is like a feather gently scratching Miko's heart. ]

[The witch's eyes darken: "Little general, you said that."]

[She raises her chin...]

Both pictures and texts are full of conflicts.Mori Ogai watched with relish.When he remembered the business, he prepared to write down the title of the book with a little regret, thinking that he would read it again when he had free time when he went back.

He turned to the cover, and it read:

"Domineering Foxes Don't Try to Escape: The Little Poor General's Thousand-Layer Routine"

Mori Ogai keenly caught the astonishment in the waiter's eyes, and said to him, "Do you know this book?"

The waiter can be regarded as a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. Although he was a little nervous and his voice was trembling, he still answered.

"This, this book is very popular recently. It is said that the writer got inspiration from a street bard." The waiter stammered.

Mori Ogai's eyes moved to the boy who lowered his head and was thinking about something.

"It is said that the foreign poet came to Yokohama two weeks ago, and he often appeared in some bars and streets at that time." The waiter replied, "Many people want to find that poet again just because of this novel. Follow-up, but the poet disappeared again."

The waiter also felt a little regretful when he said this, after all, he still had more to say after reading the novel.It would be even better if you can hear the follow-up.

Ogai Mori has basically figured out the truth about the "disappearance of the poet". Ever since Nakahara Chuka promised to give Wendy free drinks, the poet has been wandering around bars like a fish while avoiding the people he sent to monitor him. Zhongyuan Zhongye’s salary card swipes money.Where do you get the kung fu to play again?

"I don't understand." The boy muffled, holding his head and burying his face in his arms, "Don't poets need to agree to publish novels?"

"Huh?" The waiter slightly opened his eyes.

"It's fine to create a second creation without authorization, and it's fine if you don't pay copyright fees." Wendy slammed one hand on the table, "Put the words 'inspired by a certain bard' on the first page of the novel to create." In the experience, is it going to give me a share or something!"

Now the waiter was also stunned, according to the meaning of the boy's words... It seems that he is the poet.

It turns out that the cadres of Mafia have been working 365 hours a day and are poor enough to perform on the street?This is too exploitative!

"That's right." Wendy raised her head abruptly, the reaction was so violent that Mori Ogai jumped.He pressed Mori Ogai's shoulders with both hands, his green eyes were full of hope: "Mr. Mori!"

"What?" Mori Ogai didn't wait for Wendy to continue speaking, as if he had already understood the meaning of the other party, "It is to make the author of this book..."

Wendy nodded vigorously, thinking that Mori Ogai was really on the right track.

"Do it?"

Wendy: "..."

"no……"

"This doesn't seem to solve the problem from the root. Even if the author is gone, we should still be able to continue printing." Mori Ogai touched his chin thoughtfully, "Let's just let the publisher stop publishing."

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief.

"But in this case, Mafia has to be responsible for the losses caused by the publishing house. It's too uneconomical. It's better to threaten."

"you……"

"You probably don't know. My cadres have a torture team. If the publishing house is unwilling or unable to hand over the list of all the people who bought this book, there is always a way to get them to speak out." Mori Ogai said .

"I……"

"Including the author of this book, who has provoked people who shouldn't be provoked, and always wants to make an example. Oh, and those who don't want to destroy the book themselves, have to..."

"Wait, can you let me say a word!" Wendy heard the other party getting more and more outrageous, her head grew bigger, "Did you do it on purpose? You know that I just want to..."

"A copyright fee?"

Wendy shook her head fiercely: "It is to stop the publication!"

"That topic is back again." Mori Ogai shrugged, "Obviously I can solve this matter in a simpler way, why should I bear the cost of stopping the publication?"

"This author is infringing my copyright. As long as I don't agree, shouldn't the circulation be stopped?"

"Whether you really don't understand, or pretend you don't understand. This matter can be troublesome or not. It depends on whether the results obtained have the same value. Or—" Mori Ogai looked at him, " Are you willing to have such value."

"You're not trying to win me over." Wendy couldn't believe it, "I don't want to be a toiler who runs around all day without freedom."

The waiter was stunned when he heard it. It seems that the Central Plains cadres have a side plot?

Central Plains cadres are known as model workers. Even if they are so powerful, they cannot bear this level of oppression. This is too much.The waiter expressed sympathy inwardly.

Mori Ogai did not speak.

This is not a good idea.Wendy knew that if she really accepted Mori Ogai's help, he might become the next social beast.He remembered that Zhongli mentioned in the small group chat before that the work of the Armed Detective Agency seems to be to accept commissions, so he might as well go directly to the detective agency to receive commissions...

Wendy thought of her empty wallet and was silent.

Thinking about going to Zhong Li's house for a drink four days ago, those two guys made it clear that they couldn't afford his drinking money.Wendy felt that she should also have a backbone, this time he didn't go whoring for nothing, so he had to do something no matter what.Wendy's brain flashed.

"Is there any little girl in your mafia who is about [-] or [-] years old?" Wendy felt that what she said was a bit general, and added, "It's the kind of girl who has a miserable life experience."

Since it is the person Zhong Li entrusts to take care of himself - if he is doing well, he will definitely not need to take care of him, and even have to take care of him in reverse.So Wendy felt that what she added should be correct.

Based on the known information, Sen Owai probably already guessed who the other party was talking about.but……

"There is one." Mori Ogai said, "The uncontrollable nature of the natural ability and the deceitful appearance are often bullied. Another ability was forcibly sealed after it got out of control, and it has been imprisoned in confinement for several years. In the room, the only one with him is a doll."

"What's her name?" Wendy frowned unconsciously when she heard the first few words.

"'Izumi Kyoka'. But don't call him by his name, it will make him angry—the consequences will not be very good." Mori Ogai laughed, "Call him 'Q'."

After the two left the bar, the bartender approached the waiter and quietly asked, "Who is that guy with the green hat?"

"Being so highly valued by the leader, who is not tall enough to wear a hat?"

The bartender suddenly realized, and then he was a little annoyed: "I saw him perform here before, but I didn't recognize him... Fortunately, I didn't touch his brow at that time."

"Before the leader came, I secretly took a photo because of his amazing temperament."

The two were thoughtful, and then tacitly took out their mobile phones.

Wendy, who had just walked not far, couldn't help sneezing.

"Strange." He looked around and couldn't help being a little puzzled, "There are no cats..."