Coming out of his memories, Nakahara Chuuya looked at the hand extended by the man in a suit in front of him. He stretched out his hand and shook hands with him without showing any timidity.

Nakahara Chuuya's hand, which was wearing a black leather glove, just touched him casually and then left.

When they separated, the man's cuffs flickered slightly, revealing tiny mottled burn marks, as if they had been roasted by a scorching flame.

Zhongyuan Zhongye withdrew his gaze without leaving a trace and went to the meeting hall with him.

The meeting hall is very grand and is not inferior to the gorgeous decoration outside. Even the tea cups used to entertain guests are precious crystal cups.

Zhongyuan Zhongye took a sip of tea. The warm tea in his mouth was not bitter at all, but just had a faint aftertaste, which was very refreshing.

He negotiated with the man step by step.

From the conversation with this man, Nakahara Chuuya understood that there was a relatively simple deal between him and Dazai Osamu. He needed to give Dazai Osamu something, and as a bargaining chip, Dazai Osamu needed to use the port mafia to escort him on the day of the auction.

When Nakahara Chuuya heard this, he frowned slightly. He knew Dazai Osamu, so he knew best that Dazai Osamu was not a materialistic person.

Before he heard it, he thought the deal between Dazai Osamu and the man in front of him was just an important contract.

But thinking of the suit that Dazai Osamu had ordered not long ago, Nakahara Naka became confused again. Could it be that he and Dazai Osamu had only been separated for a few months, so he no longer understood Dazai Osamu's preferences?

As if he noticed Nakahara Chuuya's frown, the man in a suit and tie calmly changed the subject to the thing that Dazai Osamu wanted: "Mr. Nakahara, would you like to take a look at what Mr. Dazai wants?"

Later, without waiting for Nakahara Chuuya to reply, he quickly added the words himself: "As a token of my sincerity, I am willing to hand over my chips to you before the matter begins."

At the same time, I also put my life in your hands.

Zhong Yuanzhong easily figured out this sentence from the facts, and he raised his eyebrows.

Sure enough, he still likes talking to smart people the most.

"Since you are so polite, I won't refuse."

To be honest, Nakahara Chuuya was also looking forward to what the treasure was that made Dazai Osamu so excited.

Soon, the man's men brought a tray with something covered with red cloth and handed it to Nakahara Chuuya. The man explained, "This is what I traded with Mr. Dazai."

Zhongyuan Zhongye lifted the red cloth and found that lying on it was an exquisite gift box.

Nakahara Chuuya took the red velvet package with his black-gloved hands, opened it casually and took a look.

The small red velvet gift box was not even as big as half of Nakahara Chuuya's hand, and there was a dazzling gem hidden inside.

It's not very big, but it's breathtakingly beautiful.

Every edge and corner is cut very beautifully, reflecting an incomparable beautiful light under the crystal chandelier.

What is most praised is that this gem is sky blue all over, as if a most powerful thief had stolen a touch of clear blue from the sky and filled it into this gem.

This is a diamond that will definitely drive high society women crazy if it is sold at an auction.

But Nakahara Chuuya didn't look at him sideways for long. He just took a quick look and closed the gift box.

Because he felt that although this gem was beautiful, it was not beautiful enough for Dazai Osamu to mobilize the port mafia to exchange it for him.

He was thinking about it, but then he heard the man in a suit in front of him add, "This is a gift that Mr. Dazai specifically said he wanted to give to someone. The day I saw it, I was looking forward to receiving it."

A gift?

Nakahara Chuuya narrowed his eyes, slowly tightened his hand around the small velvet gift box, and responded with a smile, "Okay, what time does today's auction start?"

"It's nine o'clock at night."

The clock has just reached three o'clock in the afternoon, and there are still six full hours left.

Nakahara Chuuya found it troublesome, so he followed the man's arrangement and stayed in a hotel not far from the auction. Accompanying him were people who said they were going to take care of Nakahara Chuuya, but were actually monitoring Nakahara Chuuya's subordinates.

As soon as Nakahara Chuuya arrived at the hotel, he entered the room without a care in the world and locked everyone in the door.

He turned on the light, untied the tie that had been binding his neck and threw it on the bed. Just as he walked to the window and opened the curtains, he heard a burst of thunder. He looked in the direction of the sound and found that countless dark clouds had gathered outside.

The gloomy weather made people feel very depressed at first sight. Nakahara Chuuya touched his chest. He didn't know why his heartbeat was always weak recently.

Then, before he could react, it began to rain. The drizzle enveloped the entire city. The towering buildings stared at each other indifferently, and the place was shrouded in mist.

It's like being trapped in a cage, making the people inside anxious and unable to see the outside world.

The sound of raindrops fell on the transparent glass in the hotel, splashing transparent water light. Nakahara Chuuya reached out to brush away the mist that kept rising because of the rain, thinking thoughtfully about what had just happened.

Before I could think carefully, I was woken up by the vibrating ringtone of my cell phone.

He looked down and saw on the screen that it was a call from Dazai Osamu.

Nakahara Chuuya is not the kind of person who likes to do fancy things on his phone. In the beginning, his phone was so simple that he didn't even have a note on it. It was only after Dazai Osamu took his phone away and played with it that everyone had a name on Nakahara Chuuya's phone.

Dazai Osamu's handsome face directly occupied the entire screen of the mobile phone, but because of the focal length, the highlight of his eyes was lost, becoming cloudy and unclear, and shaking constantly, as if it was shaking, like a tumbler that was pushed over.

Especially with the nickname on top, which was once changed by Dazai Osamu to "great cadre sir", and later changed by Nakahara Chuuya to "bastard mackerel".

Nakahara Chuuya felt irritated, and realized that the person who made him irritated was Dazai Osamu, so he couldn't help but childishly reached out and poked the screen, and saw that Dazai Osamu became dizzy under his fingers, as if he was about to break apart.

Only then did she smile happily like a child and reluctantly accepted Dazai Osamu's call.

Nakahara Chuuya said, "Hello? Is the Port Mafia so free of business recently?"

Dazai Osamu was probably reading something. As he spoke, Nakahara Chuuya could clearly hear the sound of pages turning. His voice was intermittently mixed in with the sound: "Well, it was all thanks to Chuuya. A week's worth of documents were accumulated before, and they were all sorted out by Chuuya in one day."

Dazai Osamu's tone was very provocative. Nakahara Chuuya looked at the small box in his hand, his eyes wandering away, but he said arrogantly as always: "So, next time, will you dare to delay for so long?"

Dazai Osamu smiled instantly.

Listening to Dazai Osamu's voice through electronic equipment, Nakahara Chuuya inexplicably felt that Dazai Osamu's voice was a bit unreal and distorted. There was a sense of inorganicity in Dazai Osamu's voice compared to listening to it face to face.

Dazai Osamu joked on the other end of the phone: "I feel like he might be more suitable for the position of leader of the Port Mafia than me. I really want to let Chuuya do all the document reviewing."

Zhongyuan Zhongye said unhappily: "According to what you said, when you were still a cadre, you should have given up the cadre position to me?"

After all, even if Dazai Osamu had become an official at that time, the reports in his hands were still written by Nakahara Chuuya after Dazai Osamu had gone through various channels.

Dazai Osamu said self-willedly: "Talking to Chuuya is as infuriating as ever."

Nakahara Chuuya snorted coldly, "You too, right? After I have sworn my allegiance to you, you still say such irresponsible words."

When saying this, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied.

He noticed his emotions. Nakahara Chuuya, who had already adapted to Dazai Osamu being the leader for several years, had not expected this at first. After thinking for a while, he finally caught those confused thoughts from the depths of his memory. At that time, he didn't know how to tell Dazai Osamu, but now he directly asked Dazai Osamu: "Dazai."

"Hmm?" Dazai Osamu responded casually, his voice soft and gentle.

Nakahara Chuuya said: "When you knew that I took the oath with Mr. Mori, you were very dissatisfied."

Dazai said as a matter of course, "Yes, Chuuya is obviously my dog, why would he swear allegiance to someone else? I am right to be dissatisfied, and Chuuya did this behind my back."

Dazai Osamu always mentioned words like "dog" from time to time. Over the years, Nakahara Chuuya had almost become so proficient that when he heard that word, he would automatically block out the word and start to consider the meaning of the sentence.

He said, "So why did you feel unhappy when I declared my allegiance to you?"

At that time, everyone was trying to prevent Dazai Osamu from taking the throne, and there were even conspirators who speculated that Mr. Mori was killed by Dazai Osamu.

After all, Mr. Mori's rise to power was not glorious. In most people's minds, the answer to Dazai Osamu, who watched Mr. Mori kill the old leader and was Mr. Mori's most likely successor, is almost affirmative.

In full view of the public, it was Nakahara Chuuya, who had once sworn allegiance to Mr. Mori, who first won the title of Port Mafia for Dazai Osamu.

At that time, he swore his allegiance to Dazai Osamu. He thought that Dazai Osamu would be distracted by his funny kneeling and would be relieved from Mr. Mori's cold attitude since then, but what Nakahara Chuuya did not expect was.

When he knelt on one knee in front of Dazai Osamu, the look in Dazai Osamu's eyes when he looked at him was so cold that it was almost scary, as if he had completely drawn a line between him and the past.

In the past they were a pair of black.

Later on, he and Dazai Osamu were just Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya.

Hearing what Nakahara Chuuya said, Dazai Osamu paused for a moment while flipping through the documents, but he reacted quickly. He turned over the page of the contract and said quickly, "Does Chuuya think that my unhappiness is important?"

Nakahara Chuuya felt that Dazai Osamu was testing him.

He replied, "Didn't you tell me that as my leader, I should take your joys and sorrows to heart?"

"Now that I remember it, you deny it again?"

Dazai Osamu glanced at the contract page on the desk. The place where he had just pinched was already wrinkling rapidly because he had just used too much force.

Dazai Osamu sighed, "If it was someone else, I would definitely be angry, but Chuuya, you are really cunning. You always like to use my words to refute me."

"However," Dazai said, "as you said, it is inevitable that I am very happy because this is the first time you have started to care about me."

"Why did I feel unhappy that day? Because at that time I thought that I didn't want Chuuya to be my dog ​​at all."

“That’s all.”

As I look at you lowering your head towards me, I can only remember you standing by my side and fighting side by side.

I also feel deeply dissatisfied with you being called my loyal dog.

If there must be an unpredictable future, I don’t want that future to be like this.

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After Dazai Osamu said this to Nakahara Chuuya, he hung up the phone.

Nakahara Chuuya glanced at his phone, put it back, and didn't think much about what Dazai meant. After all, he didn't have that much time to figure out what Dazai said.

He briefly began to consider the personnel he had discovered earlier.

Although Dazai Osamu did not mention this treasure at all, he made a special call to Nakahara Chuuya to let Nakahara Chuuya understand how much he valued this gem.

One has to imagine the weight of those people if this gem stays in his hands for one night. He called his men and simply asked them to go and investigate.

The people of the port mafia were trained by Dazai Osamu to be very orderly and calm. Nakahara Chuuya had just made a request and they received a response half an hour later.

Surrounding the auction house, it can be clearly seen that on their side are the port mafia branch and a team of hired special mercenaries.

A special mercenary?

Nakahara Chuuya blinked, closed the thick stack of information after reading it, and stood up to go to the auction house.

The driver who came to pick him up was the same one who had picked him up in the morning, except that she was wearing a tuxedo now.

On the way, Nakahara Chuuya casually asked her, "Are you going to attend this banquet tonight too?"

She seemed a little surprised, but finally answered.

"Yes, sir."

At this moment, Nakahara Chuuya finally heard her voice clearly. It was elegant and calm, very clear and pleasant to the ear.

Then Nakahara Chuuya heard his own voice.

"Then, be my partner and accompany me into the venue."

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