Chapter 84

The two equally welcomed people left the conference room side by side and walked into the elevator one after the other. Douma, who was closer to the panel, pressed the button for the first floor.

The elevator door slowly closed, and the iris-colored eyes without highlights quietly stared at Douma's shadow on the elevator door. After a while, Dazai Osamu seemed to remember something and asked, "Douma-kun, can you help me contact Gin? If you are interested in cooperation, we can follow up together~"

Hearing Dazai Osamu's invitation in an excited tone, Douma's heart was moved. If he followed up on this matter, it would not be so easy for Dazai Osamu and Mori Ogai to plot against the 'brewery' that now belonged to him.

It's just that... Dazai Osamu suddenly spoke to him in this tone, and took the initiative to invite him to join the cooperation project that he wanted to participate in the most. Is there something wrong? It's going too smoothly!

Douma suddenly realized that something was wrong and began to ask himself questions in his mind.

Question: Is Dazai Osamu a considerate and good kid? Haha, how is that possible? Wake up and stop dreaming! Not to mention the current black Tokizai who has turned into a black man, even the bleached Takeshi is not a considerate and good person.

After realizing this, Douma, who had almost fallen into Dazai Osamu's language trap, felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, and he suddenly sobered up.

Dazai Osamu observed Douma's reaction through the shadow on the elevator door, and then saw Douma, who always gave him a sense of emptiness, lightly raised his eyelids.

Through the reflection of the elevator door, Douma's cold and calm eyes with colorful gradient colors looked at Dazai Osamu from a distance, and his tone was as always full of cheap emotions floating on the surface: "Although I am very interested in this matter, Hisaku has been a bit clingy recently, and I can't get away."

This polite refusal was like a signal, and Dazai Osamu, who thought he had received the signal, slightly curved his eyes, and his long eyelashes drooped to cover his smiling iris-colored eyes. No one knew how cold Dazai Osamu's eyes were at this moment.

Douma: ...Signal? What signal? Who sent you the signal?

Dazai Osamu, who was as cunning as a sieve and had a cruel heart and ruthless hands, naturally misunderstood that Douma had specifically mentioned Yumeno Hisasaku in front of him at this time just to warn him with Oda Saku.

Feeling unhappy, Dazai Osamu suppressed the ripples in his tone and said with a smile like an ordinary normal person: "Okay, then I won't bother Douma-kun anymore. As for Gin..."

Just at this moment, the elevator had reached the first floor and the elevator door slowly opened again.

"Don't worry, I'll contact Gin for you right now, nothing will go wrong." Doumasi didn't realize that she had stepped on Dazai Osamu's sore spot, and was secretly happy in her heart that she had avoided Dazai Osamu's temptation.

Douma, feeling that he had made a lot of progress, walked out of the elevator, took out the cell phone from his pocket and called Gin.

Without letting Douma wait any longer, Gin answered the call without any hesitation after hearing the ringing of his cell phone and seeing the boss's number on the screen.

A flash of doubt flashed through Gin's mind. If the boss wanted to find him about something, why didn't he just use the more secretive communication in his brain, but instead used a phone call which was not very convenient and could be easily eavesdropped by others?

Gin swallowed the boss title that was about to come to his mouth, and changed his gentle and respectful tone, and said coldly: "What do you want from me, Douma-kun?"

Dazai Osamu, who was standing next to him, raised his ear and eavesdropped openly. Fortunately, the originally bustling first-floor lobby was so noisy that one could hear a pin drop, and it did not affect Dazai Osamu's performance.

It was because the moment everyone in the lobby on the first floor saw the two of them walk out of the elevator, they all became as quiet as quails wet by rain. Both Douma and Dazai Osamu were well-known within the port mafia, the only difference was that one was positive and the other was negative.

As for who is positive and who is negative, that depends on one's own opinion.

"I have a win-win business here, and I want to discuss it with you." Douma first briefly told Gin on the other end of the phone about the cooperation, and then asked in a questioning tone: "Port Mafi

aThe person in charge of this matter is not me. I will give him the phone now and let him talk to you about more specific cooperation. "

Gin, who was not only agile but also quick-witted, had already figured out what he should do based on the boss's reactions. He agreed concisely, "Okay, I'll talk to him."

After hearing the whole thing, Dazai Osamu took the phone from Douma without hesitation. His tone was cheerful and he didn't seem like a member of the Port Mafia at all. He greeted enthusiastically, "Moses Moses, I'm Dazai Osamu, a member of the Port Mafia. Are you Mr. Gin? Nice to meet you."

"..." Gin on the opposite side was stunned, not because of Dazai Osamu's overly enthusiastic attitude, but because the man who called himself Dazai Osamu had a voice too similar to that of his boss.

If Gin didn't have the abnormal hearing of a cannibal, he might not be able to hear the subtle difference between the boss' voice and Dazai Osamu's voice.

Yes, although the two people's voice conditions are very similar, if you listen carefully, you can still find the difference. The boss's voice is deeper and more gorgeous than Dazai Osamu's, or more mature? Gin frowned and thought.

Dazai Osamu was not surprised by Gin's silence.

With just a little thought, he could guess why Gin was silent. After all, to the wise and cunning Dazai Osamu, most people in this world were just boring people with no secrets.

Unlike the bored look on Dazai's face, his voice was still enthusiastic: "Hahaha, are you scared, Mr. Gin? My voice is a little similar to Douma's."

Before getting down to business, Dazai Osamu raised his eyelids and scanned the hall. Everyone he saw lowered their heads obediently, and the few people who were nearby even walked away on their own initiative, making sure they couldn't hear anything before stopping.

Seeing this, Dazai Osamu silently curled the corners of his lips, then indifferently withdrew his gaze and used his great deception skills to talk to Gin on the other end of the phone.

While Dazai Osamu's attention was not on him, Douma used the authority of the Demon King to contact Gin in his mind: "Be careful of Dazai Osamu, he wants to take advantage of the organization's overseas relations for free, and once the Port Mafia has established a firm foothold in the international smuggling... cough trade, he plans to kick us out and let the Port Mafia take all the profits!"

Douma revealed the secret to Gin without any moral ethics, but his unspoken hint was understood very clearly by Gin, the world's number one employee: accept this cooperation and avoid the trap set by Dazai Osamu to obtain the benefits they deserve.

Gin replied in his mind, "Boss, rest assured, I will arrange for Vermouth to follow up on this transaction."

Vermode is very good at playing with people's hearts, and Gin is quite confident in leaving this kind of scheming matter to her. After all, this is exactly what the cunning woman is best at, isn't it?

Because he accidentally disconnected for a while, Douma heard clearly what Gin said about Vermouth often playing with those men obsessed with beauty. He couldn't help but coughed awkwardly and thought: As expected of Bayonetta, she is so good at playing, blushing.jpg

Under the premise that both parties were eager to make this happen, Dazai Osamu and Gin quickly decided on the intention of subsequent cooperation. After the two exchanged contact information, Douma was finally able to get his phone back.

"Thank you~" Dazai Osamu waved to Douma in a cool manner, then turned around and left without looking back, disappearing quickly at the gate.

"You're welcome." Douma didn't care whether Dazai heard his words or not. He lowered his head and pulled out the SIM card in his cell phone. He used the vampire technique to freeze the phone that Dazai had touched. Then he squeezed it lightly, and the phone was completely destroyed into powder, which scattered onto the ground from the gaps between his loosely clenched fingers.

Once bitten by a snake, one will be afraid of the rope for ten years.

Douma, who had a locator stuck in his hair by Dazai once, has already made up his mind that he will handle specially anything that Dazai has touched in the future. Things like mobile phones contain more secrets, so it is better to destroy them completely to feel at ease.

The only person he felt sorry for was the cleaning lady. Douma lowered his head to look at the small pile of debris on the ground and said sorry in his heart to the cleaning lady who had been given more work by him.

Cleaning Auntie (?): Is there a possibility that I am actually a man?

Apparently Douma had never paid attention to the general gender of the members of the port mafia's logistics and cleaning department. He stereotyped that the cleaning staff should be aunties.

Today's young people can give up everything but cannot live without their mobile phones. The same goes for Douma. He puts the SIM card in his suit pocket and quickly returns to his territory to call his all-powerful adjutant.

Soon, the all-powerful lieutenant, Masaki Yuto, appeared in front of Douma with a brand new, unopened, latest model mobile phone: "Douma-sama, this is what you wanted."

"Thank you, Yuto." Douma thanked him out of habit, and then felt like he had forgotten something.

Fish-like memory (bushi)

Douma's thoughtful expression naturally attracted the attention of the fanatic (crossed out) number one brain-dead fan, Masaki Yuto, who took a step forward with concern and said, "Douma-sama, if you have any troubles, you can tell me. I will do my best to share your worries!"

This look of a brain-dead fan who was filled with chicken blood immediately brought back Douma's dormant memories: By the way, he had just wanted to ask about the 'fan club' after returning, but was distracted by Dazai Osamu and Gin's matter and almost forgot about it.

When he thought that his fan club was probably full of believers like Masaki Yuto (crossed out) brainless fans, a long-lost sense of shame surged in his heart. Douma tried hard to restrain the urge to dig out a building of Hong Kong black with his toes on the spot, and asked calmly: "How is the size of my fan club?"

Yes, Douma did not beat around the bush, he directly asked the core of the matter. According to his experience in the past few years, he could not beat around the bush when dealing with his gang followers (crossed out) brainless fans.

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