Chapter 11 A Promise Worth a Thousand Pieces (Literally)
Lan Tang leaned against the door of the bar and looked up at the sky above the narrow alley.
It’s so cold, it seems like it’s chilling to the bone.
Even though everyone wears a lot of clothes in winter, Japan's clothing customs may have a beautiful and freezing heritage, so the three layers of thick scarves and cotton hats at Lan Tang's place become particularly distinctive.
But even though he was dressed like a ball, Lan Tang still adapted to the local customs.
It focuses on beauty, but not on being freezing.
Eastern European foreigners are not uncommon in Yokohama, but Lan Tang has a rare soft European appearance, with deep eyebrows, delicate bones, fair skin, beautiful long black hair with slightly curled ends, and a height increase from wearing thick-soled boots to keep warm. Wherever she stands, she is beautiful and stands out from the crowd.
No matter how much he wears, it can't hide his outstanding beauty, especially when he stands under the dim street lights at the door of the bar and directly benefits from the light. The beauty looked dull and a little nonchalant, with a sense of alienation and arrogance between her eyebrows, but a sense of sadness was faintly surrounding her. This inexplicable feeling of "slipping" has greatly increased the bar's customer reception by five points.
Many men and women passing by the bar wanted to take advantage of her, but if they tried to tease her directly...she was dressed too tightly and there was no place to start. When asked, Lan Tang instinctively avoided the question and said thank you for your love and wish you a happy life. If they want to be more extreme and just take direct action, Lan Tang can beat ten people alone even if he has lost his memory. If someone could really control him, just stripping off his clothes layer by layer would make him wilt on the spot - don't underestimate what clothes a person who is extremely afraid of cold and has to go out to work can secretly wear; he wants to be decent, but it's really too cold.
Lan Tang watched another person walk away from him. It was difficult for other people's gazes to have any impact on him. It was not that he didn't care, but he was quite accustomed to this kind of gaze.
Well, maybe he's French.
Those who understand French style will understand.
The watch on his wrist was buried under his clothes. He tried hard to dig it out and looked at the time. There were about ten minutes left before he got off work. Then rush to another casino.
Lan Tang joined the Port Mafia a few years ago. He lost his memory after being rescued by the rescue team from the disaster area which was not called Leibo Street at that time. He was penniless and had nowhere to go. It just so happened that the port mafia was recruiting low-level members, and he thought his fighting ability should be good enough, so he signed up.
Life after that is hard to describe. The leader of the port mafia has grown old and his control over his subordinates is not as strong as before. The small leader in charge of Lan Tang just muddles through his daily life. The leader doesn't want to be promoted, and his subordinates have no future. In the past two years, they had been responsible for handling corpses or doing odd jobs. In the past two years, when the war ended and the economy recovered, this group of people, especially him, were sent here to be the gatekeepers of the black industry under the name of Mafia. Later, after discovering the miraculous effect of Lan Tang, he was directly exempted from the job of handling corpses and worked three shifts a day to stand guard in various stores.
Not to mention anything else, just this face, wherever it goes, has the effect of being like a tofu beauty, it is very useful.
Lan Tang doesn't care what kind of job he does. He has nowhere to go and it's nice to have some free time. But the problem is that the bottom-level wages are really too low!
As a bachelor who never lacks money and spends lavishly, has no concept of money, and is extremely afraid of the cold in winter and can't warm himself up no matter how warm he is. He was so poor that he had nothing left but the clothes on his back.
At first, he even bought a pair of boots as soon as he got his salary, but then he realized that he had spent all his salary in one go and could hardly pay the rent. He was also very confused. He didn't spend much money, so how could the money disappear quietly?
It turns out that the salary is too low.
Winter is particularly hard for him. He is the kind of person who cannot warm up even by fire. This does not mean that he is really cold. It is a mental illness. Mental illness is very tricky. As long as he feels that it is not warm enough and there is nothing that can fill his warmth, he will never be warm enough.
But he couldn't just endure the punishment, so he bought a lot of heaters, electric blankets, kotatsu, quilts so thick that they were crushing to death, and all kinds of clothes that tried to keep him looking elegant but had to keep him warm. The monthly electricity bill was ridiculously expensive, so his life became increasingly difficult and miserable in the winter.
I was counting down the time in my mind, and without distracting myself, I was thinking about things that I had already forgotten. From a distance, I saw a young man walking towards me.
The young man is 176cm tall, thin but well-trained. He carries several cold weapons, has an excellent physique, behaves elegantly, and is well educated.
This is the conclusion that can be drawn at a glance.
Lan Tang discovered early on that he could accurately estimate a person's data. Perhaps this was related to his profession, but he couldn't figure out what profession would involve this aspect.
The young man had long white hair, which was tied into a braid at the back of his head. The mask covering the upper half of her face was rare but not strange. Beautiful heterochromatic eyes were visible in the slits between her eyes. Her skin was extremely white, her lips were thin, and the color was slightly pale but just the right shade of red. There was a faint smile at the corners of her lips, which was not abrupt. It was the standard that showed that she had undergone professional etiquette training, and every detail was professionally set up. He was only wearing a black coat that outlined his waistline, and other than that he had almost no warm equipment, and he looked very cold.
The young man seemed to just pass by him and glanced at him with no emotion in his eyes. No salivation, no heat, no surprise, no astonishment. She just glanced at him normally, nodded to him as a greeting, and then walked straight into the bar.
Just a passer-by.
For a moment, he was puzzled by his mysterious vigilance, but other than that, it probably had nothing to do with him.
Even so, he didn't care and waited anxiously.
Although standing guard is a leisurely job and changing shifts only means changing the guard post location, the extremities will become stiff at a very fast rate when standing still. Exercise is always a good way to maintain body temperature. He needs some space to move around.
People are freezing to death. It's unbearable.
When the last second passed, Lan Tang could no longer bear it. He maintained the most basic etiquette and greeted the administrator. The administrator smiled and offered him a glass of whiskey. Although alcohol is also a good thing to activate body temperature, Lan Tang actually can't tolerate inferior wine. However, the conditions are bad, so he took a sip and drank it. The pungent taste rushed to the top of his head and his stomach began to warm up.
"A little wine will warm you up a lot, right?"
The administrator said with a smile.
Although a middle-aged leader, the administrator was quite peaceful. He never cared about how Lan Tang slacked off on the job, and occasionally gave him some wine to warm his body.
But sometimes he can be very fierce. For example, when being picked on, he would just pull out a machine gun and shoot without any expression. When the danger was over, he would blow away the muzzle smoke and put on his kind smile again amid the ruins destroyed by firepower.
He's a very interesting person. This is probably the reason why Lan Tang can still endure being here.
The time was coming, and Lan Tang said goodbye silently.
But when he turned around, he saw the white-haired young man walking out slowly and in front of him. He must have drunk some wine, probably about one glass. The degree was uncertain, but the man walked steadily and did not seem drunk.
Ten minutes, one glass of wine. The intention is unclear.
With this message popping up in his mind, Lan Tang pinched his brows with a headache. Out of some intuition, he did not choose to pass the young man.
The instinct in his blood told him of danger, and the fact that he had the back handed over to him made him more uneasy than the cold.
He just hoped that they would go their separate ways at the next intersection, but the painful thing was that the young man kept taking the same intersection as him, as if it was a funny coincidence. He only stopped at the entrance of the casino, looked around suspiciously, and turned around, looking at him without surprise, but just a little confused.
Ah... I feel a little suspicious.
But since he had already discovered it, why did he look so confused?
Lan Tang passed by him. He was silent, finally nodded to him, and then went to his own position to change shifts.
This scene seems familiar, but the identities have changed.
The young man also casually walked into the casino, and ten minutes later, he walked out with a box of chips. This time he didn't just leave, but just stood in front of him.
"Are you cold?"
The young man asked in a low voice.
"A little bit. Winter is always hard."
Lan Tang let out a breath, and after the embarrassment was gone, he became at ease again. Dealing with guests has become his instinct.
What's more, he could feel that the young man had no special intentions. He just came to ask, with no ill intentions, and he had no intention of developing anything with him.
"I'll pay, will you accompany me in for a walk? You've been working here for a long time, right?" the young man asked again.
"If you need anything, you can talk to the manager. He's on the right hand side, by the chip exchange area."
Then the young man curled his lips and smiled. His smile was very beautiful, as if it had been planned with a ruler.
"The manager of the Mafia is a bit troublesome. He won't tell me something when I ask him. Will you tell me?"
"...It depends on what the matter is...but what I can say is the same as what the manager can say."
Lan Tang was polite and gentle but with a smile, he began to doubt his own judgment.
"Oh, that doesn't matter. You have to come with me anyway." The young man's smile turned into a malicious one. "I exchanged some chips and wanted someone to accompany me. I told the manager that I wanted someone who was good-looking and long-lasting, and he has assigned you to me."
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This job can't be done for a day. How much chips did he exchange for this privilege!
They pay so much but don't give him any share. He is even more miserable than the male hostess among the gigolos.
Sometimes he really wants to quit his job, but quitting is impossible because he still has things he needs to find.
He woke up in Raibo Street, which was the territory of the port mafia. From the day he regained consciousness, he vaguely realized that he had forgotten very important things: where he came from, what he was going to do, whether there was anyone around him, and what happened?
No matter what, we have to investigate thoroughly.
However, if he wanted to investigate, he couldn't get past the Mafia. After all, he couldn't escape this job.
Lan Tang's smile froze for a moment. He moved his hands and feet and let out a sad breath.
"Okay, what do you want to know?"
"Oh...are you really cold?"
The young man seemed very curious and asked again.
Lan Tang was speechless for a moment. He wanted to say something but stopped himself.
"It's because winter is too cold. I feel much better now that you are here." He could only respond with high emotional intelligence.
All Lantang has been exposed to since waking up is Japanese, but he actually feels that Japanese is not his native language. But he really didn't know what language he was speaking before, and over time he became more and more fluent in Japanese. However skilled he is, his choice of words and sentences always have a unique romantic flavor. For example, he would not directly say I wish you a good time, but would say I am sorry that I lost the precious opportunity to accompany you. They won’t say they are freezing, but will say the weather is too cold.
He didn't know what was wrong with what he said. At most, it was a little roundabout and a little more emotionally intelligent. But for the Japanese, this is a real temptation, and the person who is teasing them doesn't even realize it. It can be said that the crime is extremely heinous.
Qian Jianmu was silent for a moment, but couldn't help but laughed for no reason.
This smile breaks through the previous template smiles. It is not so elegant, but very vivid. On the contrary, this liveliness immediately diverted Lan Tang's attention. He was a little distracted thinking that this person must be very beautiful when he smiles. When I realized later that he was smiling for no apparent reason, the smile had already disappeared in a flash.
“Is there any special way to play here?”
"What a special way to play."
"No card player."
Qian Jianmu took him to the bar, ordered two glasses of champagne, and handed him one. The wine in the restaurant and bar is also exchanged for chips, and a glass costs tens of thousands. Lan Tang caught a glimpse of a stack of large chips in the small box carried by Qian Jianmu, there were several million in total, and the more valuable ones were at the bottom, so they could not be seen.
He lowered his brows, and it seemed that the price he was sold for might be very considerable.
"You want something a little more exciting?"
Lan Tang pondered for a moment, and then he said softly:
"The Mafia actually prohibits gambling involving people, and even if there is, it is not something I can access. But sometimes you can open a gambling table privately. Last time someone opened a Russian roulette table, and no one cared."
The young man glanced sideways when he heard this.
He thought for a moment, and said decisively:
"Next time, I'll try a couple of cards. Help me cover for them. I'll give you 10% of my winnings today. Don't worry, I never cheat."
This sounded very strange. Lan Tang frowned, but the words he wanted to tell the man not to cheat were stuck in his throat again.
Cheating in the mafia's territory could result in losing hands and feet at the very least, or even drowning in the river at the worst. If you are discovered, you will be worse off than dead.
But if someone wants to die, he can't stop him.
As for covering up, the young man didn't tell him what to cover up. He wanted to ask, but the person was already sitting at the card table. Lan Tang could only stand aside awkwardly with the box in his hand, watching the young man take out one million chips and place them on the table. He picked up a chip worth one hundred thousand and bet it out.
——But soon, Lan Tang realized what he was covering.
The pile of chips was increasing at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye. If he hadn't been very restrained and played small, if he didn't do something, people would definitely be alerted! It's one thing for the casino owner to invite you for tea, but it's also possible that someone who is jealous of you might stake out the place and rob you, or that the loser might hire a killer to get revenge.
Thinking deeper, the owner of this store is the port mafia. The old leader of the port mafia has become increasingly weak recently, and as a result, the economy of the port mafia is not very good. If he is targeted, he might end up being hired. No matter what the young man thinks, since he asked someone to cover for him, he probably doesn't want to be forced to become a mafia employee.
And, most importantly, he gets a share of the profits.
With a 10% profit, if the young man earns 10 million, he can get 1 million! One million yen isn't a lot, but it can at least provide some relief to this painful winter.
Lan Tang looked at the chips, recalling the miserable past two years, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy.
If he doesn't give it, then you can only ask him to give it.
He promised it himself.
A promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold (literally), this is the traditional rule in Yokohama!
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