Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Beauty Spa and First Encounter…

After thinking that he had settled Oda Sakunosuke, the player finally remembered Secretary Mori who was still working hard in the boss's office to review documents.

Carrying two plates of spicy curry, the player kicked open the door of the boss's room and saw Secretary Mori and Teacher Dai confronting each other.

"Huh? What are you two doing?" The player didn't realize how serious the atmosphere was. He put the plate on the coffee table and said, "Have you eaten yet? Eat something."

How can I work for players if I’m starving?

"It's like this, Chief." Mori Ogai was clearly surprised by Kamijou Chiyo's sudden appearance, but he quickly smiled and said, "I was having a friendly conversation with Dazai-kun about some financial matters."

As for eating? He wasn't so careless yet.

Dazai Osamu ignored Mori Ogai's pretense, walked straight to the sofa, and sat down in a strange posture.

"Finance..." The player also sat on the sofa like the Great Teacher, and then found that his blood bar was dropping little by little. He quickly sat up straight, picked up the Great Teacher, and knocked off his claws that were waving wildly because of his struggle.

"Financial problems are indeed real. We are already extremely poor."

Thinking of the dismal balance of funds in their accounts, players also felt a little headache.

"Yeah." At this point, Mori Ogai sighed sincerely, "When the previous leader was in power, the finances were already on the decline, and the income basically relied on those few ways, but there was also a lot of interference from the top management..." Thinking of this, Mori Ogai's eyes turned cold.

Who would have thought that the port mafia, which seemed like a giant in the eyes of outsiders and was rooted in the land of Yokohama, was actually so shaky inside?

The heavy expressions of the two people did not affect Dazai Osamu. He looked at the abnormally red curry rice and had some thoughts in his mind.

"Mmm... so spicy!" Dazai Osamu took a mouthful of the bright red food without any defense and even full of anticipation. The next second, he choked and tears came out. "What kind of hell lava is this thing made of?"

After saying that, Dazai Osamu took another bite, "So spicy, so spicy!"

Looking at the teacher's red face, the players also became curious about the spicy curry.

"Really? I'll try it too!"

The player chooses to eat curry.

The player's face froze.

The player starts losing blood!

[Hell Spicy Curry: A creation of a high-level chef who loves to challenge himself, this dish is incredibly spicy. Satiety +40, adds a three-minute health loss buff.]

"Ahem, ahem, oh my god, why does Oda Sakunosuke have no expression at all after eating?" He even had a hint of joy on his face!

The player looked at the spicy curry that had only been taken a bite and began to doubt his life.

"Oda Sakunosuke?" Dazai Osamu continued to struggle with the spicy curry, but his mind went through all the people in the port mafia.

There is no such name.

"Who is he?" he asked.

"I invited him in today!" The player put the spicy curry into his backpack and walked over to a desk piled high with financial reports. "He's a man who was originally a killer, but after reading a novel, his spirit was elevated and he chose to lay down his sword and become a novelist! He looks mature, but according to his age, he should be a young man!"

"Super----interesting!"

"Really?" Dazai blinked, full of "A young man who doesn't kill people actually accepted your invitation to join the port mafia."

What a strange person. I'm a bit curious indeed.

Let's go check it out sometime. Dazai made his decision.

Seeing the young leader coming, Mori Ogai wisely gave up his seat, stood aside and began to summarize his work for the afternoon.

"To your left are our profitable businesses, in the middle are those with negative profits, and to your right are those you, the leader, have decided to completely abandon."

"It's important to note that the bulk of our profits come from the industries to your right."

Mori Ogai's implication is very clear. If you give up the industries on the right, you will basically have no chance of making a profit.

Player: “…”

First of all, Secretary Mori is really helpful. Are doctors so omnipotent these days?

Also, aren't the thicknesses of these three stacks of documents too different?

The stack in the middle is a bit too thick!

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it." Perhaps the player's condemning look was too obvious, and Mori Ogai's calm and composed expression collapsed a little.

"Anyway, it's all the fault of the previous leader, right?"

The player glanced at the secretary, then picked up the file on the far right and opened it.

At this sight, the player's smiling lips bent downwards.

After flipping through another book, the player's brow furrowed.

The player maintained this expression until he finished watching the whole thing.

The players who had finished reading it lamented that their anger was so sincere, while silently looking at the document in the middle.

Did he hesitate after all? Mori Ogai looked at the new leader's face. He hadn't smiled since he saw the document.

Thinking of the little leader's previous bold words, Mori Ogai couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Are you really just bragging?

"I don't want anything here." The player pointed to the files on the right and said disgustedly, "If I continue to run this business like this, my entire soul will be destroyed."

"So, no matter what method you use, I don't want to see these industries again." It also appeared in the player's sphere of influence.

Hearing Kamikami Chiyo's decisive words again, Dazai Osamu quietly emerged from the sofa, and the only eye that was exposed looked even deeper in the dark.

"W...what?" Mori Ogai was also a little stunned. When he wanted to say something else, he was interrupted by the player raising his hand.

"Needless to say, I won't do anything that goes beyond the bottom line!" The player said with a righteous look on his face, shaking a document in his hand. He took it out from the pile of documents that Secretary Mori judged to be unprofitable.

"As for how to increase income, I already have a solution."

"...Hot spring?" Mori Ogai took a look at the document. It recorded a hot spring hotel. Due to poor management, too many competitors and chaotic streets, the hotel was deserted and could not bring in any income. Sometimes it even needed subsidies to continue operating.

“This is very common.”

"That's right." A card glowing white suddenly appeared in the player's hand.

"The street problem is easy to solve. Tomorrow I will go and kill all the troublemakers there. Don't worry if the business is not well managed, I will take care of it." As long as it is a force to which the player belongs, she can see clearly where every penny of its money goes.

"As for the problem of too many competitors..." The player handed the card to Dazai Osamu to satisfy his curiosity.

"As long as our hot springs have advantages that other competitors can't even dream of, that's all that matters."

[Beauty Spa: A-rank card. This spa can resolve any skin problem, leaving your skin as smooth as a baby's. The spell used is: *****]

"Open a spa that can solve any skin problem. It's guaranteed to make money."

It didn't disappear, it's not a product of supernatural powers.

The moment he touched the card, Dazai Osamu made his judgment.

Any skin problems?

"Is it really that magical?" Dazai Osamu felt the card thoroughly, but couldn't find a way to use it. He returned the card to Kamikami Chiyo, "Chiyo-chan always pulls out some weird things."

"Of course, it's guaranteed to be top-notch." The player scratched his head, "It just requires a shameful spell."

The player looked at the black-haired, kite-eyed boy with some ill intentions, "Master, are you so curious? Master, do you want to give it a try? I have other documents to deal with, so I really don't have time."

"And then there's my new hire. I'm thinking of setting up a news department for him, but I don't have a clue how to proceed."

After saying that, the player leaned over to Dazai Osamu's ear and told him the spell to activate the card.

"Well. I've never had much interest in working." Dazai Osamu was a little uninterested, but as if he had thought of something, he stared at Kamijou Chiyo for a long time and made a final reply, "But if it's Chiyo-chan's request, I'll reluctantly help you this time."

"Uh-huh."

As long as I can do the job, I don’t care what you say.

Watching Dazai Osamu walk away, the player put away his smile and said to the other person in his sight, "Since it's just the two of us, let's talk about the current structure of the Port Mafia, Secretary Mori----"

"Eliminate all the termites that shouldn't be there."

“Replace all unreasonable structures.”

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After coming out of the leader's office with a mission, Dazai Osamu did not rush to the hot spring hotel, but first found the staff at the front desk of the building.

"Lord Dazai." The front desk staff saw the newcomer and did not dare to offend him. They saluted in a panic.

"Well, let me see today's visit record." The bandaged boy said coldly while wearing a black coat that was not suitable for his height.

"yes."

Not surprisingly, the name of Oda Sakunosuke was there.

Dazai Osamu was a little distracted while looking through the visit records.

Kamijou Chiyo is such a person, very selfish in some aspects, but very obedient to some so-called 'rules'.

One can't help but wonder if she has become so "conformist" because of some repetitive training.

"Where is this person now?" he asked, pointing at Oda Sakunosuke's name.

"...Um, are you looking for me?" A voice came from his ear.

!when? !

Dazai Osamu took a step back and looked at the young man who still had a puzzled expression on his face.

"Are you Oda Sakunosuke?" Dazai Osamu stood up straight. His well-groomed hair had become messy and looked a little fuzzy after a whole day of activities.

"The weirdo who doesn't kill people but chooses to accept the leader's invitation to join the mafia and likes to eat spicy curry?" Dazai Osamu said in an unclear tone.

"Ah, if it's based on your description..."

"Yes, it's me." The young man with a little stubble on his face obviously didn't notice Dazai Osamu's temptation, and even showed a not-so-obvious smile.

"Hello, Dazai."

One tall, one short; one with red hair, one with black hair; these two people met on an ordinary afternoon but in an extraordinary place.

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