[Comprehensive] There is a Master's House in Yokohama

Although Yunfu Kyoko has kindly reminded him, Oda Sakunosuke still lives without a sense of crisis.

If you want to say why, it is naturally because he has been stably staying at the bottom of the port mafia.

Where is the bottom of the port mafia?First of all, it is definitely the least dark place in the dark world of Yokohama. It is only a waste like Oda Sakunosuke, who can neither kill nor torture, nor even threaten and blackmail, will stay there all the time.

In a way, the daily work is like a resident relations coordinator, tedious and essentially meaningless.

Let's say you investigate a theft that took place under the rule of the port mafia, and it turns out that the culprits are a group of schoolchildren in the neighborhood.

Another example is that a gangster in a subordinate organization lost his gun, so he searched and cleaned his residence hard, and finally found it in the pot.

The most troublesome job is to deal with the Shura field. When the officials of the affiliated company are sandwiched between the wife and the mistress, and this kind of personal relationship dispute occurs that may endanger the interests of the port mafia, Oda Sakunosuke will also be called to mediate ——Although it feels like a complete waste of effort.

The most dangerous task that can be encountered at work is nothing more than dealing with duds.

So even though he is working for the port mafia that fights and kills all day long, the very self-conscious Oda Sakunosuke has no sense of crisis at all. Safely raising five children—ah, eight now.

For the current Oda Sakunosuke, working for the port mafia is really just an ordinary job to make money and support the family. Although Yunfu Kyoko’s warning is quite reasonable, if the father has always been the mafia, maybe he will be right. The growth of the children is adversely affected, but this is not a critical matter. After all, it is still quite difficult to find another job that can support so many children at the same time.

It is precisely because of such practical considerations that Oda Sakunosuke never dialed the number of Wanshiwu, but only browsed the recruitment information on the Internet when he was free, but of course he did not see any suitable ones at all. Work.

Oda Sakunosuke asked the children for their opinions on this issue. As a result, the children complained that his working hours were too long and affected the holding of family gatherings, and they expressed their yearning for the port mafia:

"cool!"

"Super cool!"

"Super cool!"

"Oh, Mafia, that cool one, biubiubiu!"

To be honest, this group of kids really forgets to eat but not to fight. One counts as another, and they all have indirect experiences of being hurt by the Mafia, but now they act as if those pasts were all illusions.

But no matter what, since the children also support it, then there is no problem, right?

Only the curry boss of the western restaurant is still trying to persuade him in vain: "Stop pampering them like this, it will really turn the world upside down."

"But I don't think I spoiled them much..." Oda Sakunosuke mumbled, scooped up a spoonful of curry and stuffed it into his mouth, "By the way, uncle, this is the children's living expenses for this month."

The owner of the western restaurant took the envelope that Oda Sakunosuke took out from his coat pocket, with a worried expression on his face: "Is it all right, Xiaozhi? You used almost all the money you earned here, and now Bringing back three new ones, it should be even more difficult, right? How about I help afford some—”

"I am very grateful that uncle can lend me the room." Oda Sakunosuke hurriedly interrupted the warm-hearted western restaurant owner. If he kept accepting gifts from the other party, Oda Sakunosuke would feel very stressed.

The room borrowed by the owner of the western restaurant is on the second floor of the western restaurant. It is a living room converted from an old conference room, and it is now used to house the children adopted by Oda Sakunosuke.

If it weren't for this rare free accommodation, Oda Sakunosuke might not be able to support these children with the salary he earned for working in the port mafia.

It's just that now that there are more children, this place seems too cramped and not enough.

After eating all the curry, Oda Sakunosuke showed a happy and satisfied expression: "Uncle's curry is still top-notch."

After confirming that the new kid was getting along well with everyone, Oda Sakunosuke felt relieved, and wandered to Lupin's Bar with the little change left in his pocket.

Today Lupin bar was full of rare people, not only Osamu Dazai and Ango Sakaguchi were there, but even Gintoki Sakata was sitting here, drinking milk tea with a happy face.

By the way, now Gintoki Sakata has not only received the bar owner's separate reception for the content of the drink, but even the cup has been replaced with a unique oversized cup. Now the way he drinks milk tea has almost become a unique scenery in Lupin Bar up.

When Oda Sakunosuke came in, he received a very warm welcome, especially Osamu Dazai greeted him cheerfully waving his arms: "It's just you, Oda Saku, let's not go home today if we're not drunk!"

"Huh? I didn't bring much money today."

"Then let's talk to the bar owner on credit."

"Can you?" Oda Sakunosuke looked at the bar owner with a questioning look, and the bar owner nodded.

So Oda Sakunosuke took his seat with peace of mind, and asked Dazai Osamu, "Why are you so happy today?"

"Ah, of course it's because Yinsang is here."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded understandingly. Gintoki hadn't been to Lupin's Bar for a few days, and now he would be so happy to see him. It seems that Osamu Dazai really likes Gintoki.

Sakata Gintoki, who was sitting next to him, drank his own milk tea in two or three sips. He was not moved by Osamu Dazai's words at all, but ignored it and discussed with the bar owner: "If you drink milk tea all the time, it really is too monotonous. How about trying Buffy next time?"

The bar owner said indulgently: "Mr. Sakata likes Buffy too? Yes, what flavor do you want?"

Sakata Gintoki habitually stuck his fingers into his nostrils, digging while thinking, "Let's try Strawberry Buffy first, it's a classic after all."

Ango Sakaguchi, who had been keeping quiet all this time, couldn't take it any longer: "Boss, you are too unprincipled, this is a bar, not a dessert shop, and you really don't worry about Mr. Sakata getting diabetes?"

Sakata Gintoki looked at Sakaguchi Ango in surprise: "You actually know what the doctor said to me? I don't remember that I disclosed this to you. I warn you that this is personal privacy."

Oda Sakunosuke reached out to take a glass of "old-fashioned" distilled spirits brought to him by the bartender-because he ordered distilled spirits every time he came, the bartender had stopped asking at all.

Thinking about whether he should change his taste occasionally, Oda Sakunosuke said with concern: "Is Mr. Sakata already at risk of developing diabetes? It's better to eat less sweets."

"Ah, of course I will pay attention to control." Sakata Gintoki waved his hand, looking both annoyed and unconcerned.

Osamu Dazai smiled interestedly, and his tone was as usual as if he was talking about dinner: "If you eat too much sweets, you will get diabetes. Can this disease make people die quickly? If possible, I really want to try it."

Sakata Gintoki muttered in dissatisfaction: "How is that possible? Diabetes is a chronic disease, and it will only make you gradually weaken and die in misery and pain."

Osamu Dazai frowned: "Is it gradually weakening and dying in misery and pain? It's a bit unseemly, so what kind of disease can make people die quickly?"

"Pink eye, right? Once you get it, you will go crazy with jealousy, and then blew yourself up to death very quickly."

"But I heard that pink eye disease is not a symptom of this. It just causes the eyes to break down, and it doesn't make people explode."

Sakunosuke Oda saw the seriousness of what the two said, and also seriously put forward his own suggestion: "It's better to ask the doctor about this question, the doctor is a professional."

It’s really hard for Ango Sakaguchi. He should be the only one in the audience who thinks normally—at least he thinks so—and has the self-consciousness of complaining. In the evenly matched battle, the complaints in his mouth were no longer lethal:

"You guys are really enough."

Before recovering, Ango Sakaguchi could only spit out such weak troughs.

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