Chapter 6
Vermouth arrived at noon.
Because the organization attaches great importance to the Middle East smuggling route, after learning that Usakabe Saiki had gone to Japan, they actually sent Vermouth, who was free at the time and was a core member, to Japan. As long as the vanguard found someone, they would let her be in charge of the negotiations, which is why she was able to arrive so quickly.
Vermouth disguised herself and dressed up before going to the house according to the address Vodka had given her.
Even with the warning from vodka, Vermouth still felt like her eyes had been injured when she first saw Saiki Usaku, and her steps faltered almost imperceptibly.
A golden haori, a blue shirt, a green four-leaf clover-shaped hair clip, a black choker around her neck, and a string of rose rosary beads on her wrist—what a sight for that...
Four-leaf clovers, crosses, prayer beads... is the main selling point "whoever believes in the spirit is the one who gets it"?
Fortunately, although it was initially painful to the eyes, Vermouth had spent many years in the United States, where avant-garde art was popular, and many works there were also visually jarring. If it didn't fit her aesthetic, so be it; she simply ignored it.
However, Vermouth actually believes that one's clothing style can roughly reflect their inner world.
This guy named Bo Yezhaiji is somewhat seriously ill.
But considering that he had just returned from the Middle East... it's normal for a child raised in that kind of environment to have some psychological issues when suddenly entering normal society, which was already within Vermouth's expectations.
Therefore, Vermouth, with her superb acting skills, did not show any dislike for Usui Saiki's appearance and introduced herself: "I am Vermouth, and I have some connection with your adoptive father... May I call you Usui-kun?"
“Sure.” Bo Yezaki replied with a smile, “Unfortunately, my adoptive father rarely mentions the organization to me, so I’ve never heard of you. I’m sorry I can’t say I’ve long admired your name.”
“It’s alright, it’s normal for your adoptive father to be cautious.” Vermouth handed over a note. “I’m sorry he was targeted by the CIA this time… I heard you want to leave the Middle East and reintegrate into society. If you don’t mind, here’s my phone number if you have any problems in your life. You can call me and I will do my best to help you, as a way of repaying your adoptive father’s favor.”
Bo Yezaki readily accepted: "Then I'll thank you in advance. Since you know I want to integrate into normal society as soon as possible, you should understand my desire to get rid of the Middle East, right? So just tell me if there are any problems in the Middle East, so I can start a new life after I've sorted things out there."
Vermouth: "..."
Your new job is as an HR professional for an organization, which, strictly speaking, doesn't really count as integrating into normal society.
But Vermouth also wanted to quickly resolve the organization's already overwhelmed Middle Eastern smuggling operations, so she didn't point that out and went along with it, saying, "Indeed, there are quite a few unresolved issues in the Middle East. Speaking of which, we have to mention the CIA, who caused all of this... You also want to avenge your adoptive father, right?"
Bo Yezai raised an eyebrow slightly: "Is the organization willing to offend the CIA for my father's sake?"
“I won’t say anything about avenging the members of the organization, and you certainly wouldn’t believe me anyway.” Vermouth stared at Usakata Saiki. “But the organization has actually clashed with the CIA, MI6, KGB, and other organizations many times. We don’t mind inflicting even greater losses on them when the opportunity arises. If you want to avenge Ariel, the best way is to help us.”
Although Vodka said on the phone that this was a cold-hearted and heartless mental patient, Vermouth had dealt with Alex before, and she felt that even if the child raised by Alex was really mentally ill, he wouldn't be completely devoid of feelings for him.
Usoppai was somewhat puzzled: [System, are your props broken? I have a feeling Vermouth seems to have some goodwill towards me… Is this normal? Could it be that she really has a connection with Alex? It's not mentioned in the data! Or is this just an act that even fools herself?]
Although this kindness was limited, Usui Saiki felt that he had never saved Vermouth and was not a good person, so Vermouth couldn't possibly have any special feelings for him. It must be related to the arugula.
System: [Uh, I can't find it either. There's no information on that. It might be with the undercover system, but they didn't hand it over to me. You'll have to use your imagination.]
Usoba Saiki: [...Hasn't the undercover system finished checking for bugs yet? Hurry up and fix it and come back to hand it over, you're causing so much trouble!]
Not quite understanding Vermouth's attitude, he simply attributed it to Ariji's personal charm, and Usakawa Saiki also slightly modified his approach to the conversation.
"So, all this is to say that the people in the Middle East who used to cooperate with my father are no longer cooperating with you, and you need me to mediate, right?"
Vodka listened from the side, thinking to himself, "No wonder this kid is so confident. He must know that I'm indispensable to the organization now... Luckily, I didn't try to lie to him yesterday, or I would have been in trouble."
Vermouth nodded: "Since you understand, you should also understand that I am not trying to fool you. As long as you can find a way to get them to cooperate, the organization will do its best to meet your needs... This can be considered as one of the legacies left to you by your adoptive father. Whether you want it or not is up to you."
Usakabe Saiki was silent for a few seconds: "I don't want to stay in the Middle East for too long. I'll just meet a bunch of people and then go back to Japan. And since you've chosen to ask me for help, you'd better do whatever I say."
Vermouth nodded: "Of course."
"Alright, before I go to the Middle East, don't waste any time. You guys talk to those people about the aid project first."
Vermouth and Vodka: "...???"
Gin, who had been standing in the corner, couldn't help but glance over.
Vodka spoke first: "Is it really necessary to provide aid? I don't think other smugglers have gone to this extent."
The system exclaimed excitedly: [Vodka's suspicion level +300!]
It's been so tough! The system always felt that Usaku Saiki's true form was being too cautious, as if it wasn't planning to accumulate suspicion points right now. Today, we finally made some progress!
"Do you think I understand better than you do?" Bo Yezhaiji said impatiently. "This is called 'not changing the father's ways for three years'... No, I mean, it's about showing an attitude, meaning that you will do the same things my father did to them, so that they know you are on the same side as my father and reduce their resistance to the change of leadership!"
Vodka: "..."
How did Alex's aid to the reconstruction become a fatherly act? Alex suddenly became the organization's father?!
Was that analogy intentional or accidental, kid?
Vermouth didn't dwell on the details too much. After a moment's thought, she agreed: "No problem, I also think it's a good idea."
Anyway, the organization was going to spend money to maintain this smuggling line anyway. It's just a construction aid project, right? Alex has set a precedent and proven that this method works, so they can just follow suit.
We didn't do it before, partly because many people in the organization felt it was unnecessary, and partly because if the aid didn't resonate with people, it would be a waste of effort. Now, with Bo Yezhaiji helping to speak well of people, the effect is finally visible.
With the suggestion of providing aid, which made Vodka very uncomfortable, placed at the beginning, the subsequent suggestions and plans seemed much more normal.
Vermouth and Usui Saiki finished their discussion in an hour.
While Usui went to buy drinks, Vodka asked Vermouth, "Is that all? I thought you guys were going to discuss it for at least several days."
Vermouth was emailing her boss to report: "It's not that complicated. The only problem right now is that we're missing a person in charge who can be accepted by the people there. Bo Ye-kun's willingness to cooperate has already solved 80% of the problem. The rest are just details."
Vodka sighed, "This society based on personal connections is such a hassle."
“Only Alex is like this. Usually, smugglers only care about money and not people. We encountered an exception.” Vermouth sighed. “When we sent him to the Middle East, we just thought he was good at dealing with people. We didn’t expect him to go to this extent. If Bo Ye could be similar to Alex, he should be able to integrate into society and make friends very quickly.”
Vodka suddenly fell silent.
Vermouth asked sharply, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I said?"
Vodka hesitated, then said, "I think this kid and Alex are probably the two extremes..."
"...? Doesn't he know how to interact with people? He seemed alright when we talked."
"If Alex is a social butterfly, then he's a social phobic... He completely disregards what others think, unilaterally defining who his friends are, and when asked, he just says, 'That's how we ordinary people are...'"
Even Gin was speechless, let alone Vermouth.
Vodka concluded: "In short, I feel he's nothing like Ale; he's more like someone who just came out of St. Elizabeth's Sanatorium."
Vermouth, however, felt that in some ways, the father and son were quite alike.
—They all like to exploit organizations to provide aid and reconstruction in the Middle East; most people wouldn't do that.
"Alright, my mission is complete. Next, I need to send him to the Middle East, which will take at least a few months."
Vermouth nonchalantly declared she would be a hands-off manager: "Don't stop paying your wages during this period, otherwise if Bo Ye goes on strike in the Middle East, be careful that the logistics department doesn't cut off your supplies, and then you'll have to buy bullets at exorbitant prices on the black market."
Vodka: "...I only gave it to you once, you can't keep blaming me for it, can you? I'm part of the action team! What's the point of telling me this!"
But after Vermouth said that, Vodka thought about the efficiency of the finance department, and then thought that it was possible that the finance department had forgotten to transfer money to Usakabe Saiki, which caused their weapons to be stuck, and he felt suffocated.
It's obvious that Gin has also thought about this problem.
Considering the BOSS takes this mission very seriously and cannot tolerate any mistakes, everyone should do whatever it takes to achieve the goal...
Then think about this mentally ill person who insists on experiencing the life of an ordinary person...
Gin felt that he couldn't place his hopes on the finance department.
He has more faith in himself.
So, amidst Vermouth's enigmatic smile, Gin remained silent for a moment before coldly pulling out his wallet.
Vodka, still confused, asked, "Big brother?"
Gin: "It's all for the organization."
So, when Usoppei returned with the drinks, he saw Vodka looking conflicted and handed him an envelope.
Usoya Saiki: "What is this?"
"Your salary card has no password. It contains your resettlement allowance, and your salary is deposited on the 5th of each month." Vodka's eyes were full of regret.
Bo Yezaki took the salary card in a daze, thinking to himself: [What's wrong with this system? Giving me a salary card makes it seem like I'm robbing him.]
[Because they were worried about the finance department's inefficiency, this is actually Gin's bank card... Gin really treats the organization like his own home, and he's very considerate of the boss.]
Bo Yezaki: [Is it really necessary? That's too polite.]
system:【…………】
—Don't you realize the bizarre impression you've given people?!
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Thin Leaf, fleecing the organization to provide aid to the Middle East, and the organization should thank him!
P.S.: Smuggling is wrong, please don't smuggle!
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Q: Besides the boss, isn't Gin the person you absolutely can't offend in the organization?
An anonymous member of the organization: No, it's Potnes liquor. You've offended him. If he's in a bad mood, the entire Middle Eastern smuggling route might come to a standstill. The finance and operations teams will be scrambling to make things difficult for you. You won't be able to get expense reimbursements, you won't be able to apply for additional ammunition, and you still can't abandon the mission...
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