Chapter 23

On the seventh day, the cooperation agreement between the Port Mafia and the Changmu Group was signed by both parties.

The underworld has its own rules, and the strong are always respected. In this turbulent era, strength is the absolute right to speak. The enemy this time is just a third-rate □□ in Tokyo, but through it, the future ambitions of the Port Mafia have been revealed.

At the final stage of the campaign, Seiji Kono and the group's directors spent three days negotiating before finalizing the entire cooperation agreement. The business scope included but was not limited to commodity investment, establishment of committees, private port transactions, and building connections with senior government officials.

After Mori Ogai gave Kono Seiyoshi a rough range of what he could accept, he felt comfortable letting him take full charge of the details of the negotiation, while the final step of stamping the agreement was taken over by the associate leader Dazai Osamu.

There were hundreds of pages of contracts and related information calculated tenfold. During the negotiation process, every word had to be said carefully to avoid leaving any clues or revealing any cards. Even though Kono Seiryoshi had made sufficient preparations, he was still nervous.

Before he went to sleep, he saw a hallucination that the ceiling was covered with dense words, and each of them was arrogantly clamoring to fight him. Kono Seiryoshi could no longer bear it and threw a pillow at the ceiling, and the hallucination that frightened the office worker disappeared.

After shaking hands and saying goodbye to the partners one by one, this tough battle finally came to an end.

Although there were heated arguments during the negotiation, they became happy partners again after the contract was signed. The partner invited them to stay in Tokyo for a few more days and even wanted to hold a celebration party, but Kono Seiyoshi declined the offer with the excuse that "our port mafia always keeps a low profile".

The door of the conference room was closed, and the perfect business smile on Kono Seiryoshi's face suddenly collapsed. He took a long breath, closed his eyes and slumped on the sofa, not wanting to move a finger, exuding a decadent aura of "I'm tired, let's destroy it" from the inside out.

Before he could lie there for a while longer, he suddenly felt a cool and wet touch on his face, which startled him awake. When he opened his eyes, he saw a bandage-wearing guy holding a bottle of energy drink he had just taken out of the refrigerator in one hand, doing something weird beside him.

Oh... by the way, the day after he started the negotiations, Dazai Osamu came to sit in on the trial.

He sat quietly in the corner like a mascot, with an ambiguous smile that no one could figure out, his chin in his hand, observing something. He was so quiet that one almost forgot that there was a real mafia in the conference room.

Only when the negotiation reached a stalemate would he cough lightly to remind everyone of his presence. When everyone's attention was drawn to him, the black-haired boy was seen playing with a gun, smiling slightly, and said very considerately: "Do you want to rest for a while?"

The negotiating team on the other side was arguing: “……!!!”

Are you moved? I dare not move.

Kono Seiryoshi immediately covered his face with the documents, fearing that he would burst out laughing. He gave Dazai Osamu a thumbs up from a blind spot, and Dazai Osamu blinked at him innocently.

The tactic of one person playing the good cop and the other playing the bad cop never gets out of date, and the efficiency of the afternoon meeting immediately became much higher.

During the break, Kono Seiryoshi first expressed his praise for Dazai Osamu, and then showed some concern for the other party's mental state: "The meeting is boring, right? Actually, you don't have to waste your time here with me." He has to sit here for a whole day, the content is boring and long, and he can't play games or go to work openly. It's really hard for the bandage spirit.

"Hmm?" Dazai Osamu answered him a little late, his iris eyes smiling, "Are you bored? I've been reading something interesting."

“…”

Gongye Shengliang turned his gaze away in sorrow and covered his face with bitterness.

The meeting room was filled with people arguing with each other and documents that made his eyes dizzy. What was interesting about it?

Look how depressed the child is. His brain is damaged.

After another two days of hard work on the bottom line and details, the mission was finally completed successfully.

Gongye Shengliang rubbed his eyes, yawned slightly, took the drink and asked, "What's wrong?"

"If you're tired, go back to your room and rest." Dazai Osamu patted the ridge of the sofa to signal him to get up, and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."

Being too serious doesn't fit his style at all. Gongye Shengliang walked around to the other side of the sofa with a drink in his hand and nodded very cautiously: "You too, and everyone else, you've all worked hard."

After hearing his answer, Dazai snorted in an ambiguous voice. The door was halfway open when he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned back to Kouno Seira who was still standing there and said, "Do you have any plans for the next few days?"

"?"

Kono Seiryoshi was confused: "What do you mean by a few days? What arrangements? Aren't we just going back to Yokohama directly?"

Dazai Osamu sighed with an expression that said, "I expected you to have this reaction, but it's better not to have expected it." He raised his chin towards the hall and said, "See."

Kono Seiryoshi, who was still trying to recall which step he had missed, was met with expectant gazes as soon as he walked over.

Seira Kono: "——!"

Oh no, he almost forgot that he was on a business trip with everyone!

Moreover, the time granted by Moriou was ten days, which meant that they had completed the task ahead of schedule, and whether they could seize the remaining three days depended on this one move.

Carrying the expectations of his subordinates, he suddenly felt the heavy pressure on his shoulders.

Kono Seiryoshi was silent for a long time: "...We can't hold the celebration party."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the disappointed faces of his subordinates.

Kouno Seira: “…But I will definitely try my best to apply for paid leave.”

Everyone's face was filled with emotion and hope again.

How could we pour cold water on their sincere and simple wishes! It is bad enough that everyone has to work overtime while on business trips!

Kono Seiryoshi took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at the most senior member of the group, his eyes full of pleading: "What do you think, Dazai Jun-sama? You will approve it, right? You will?"

The evil side of Dazai Osamu appeared again when it shouldn't have. He seemed to enjoy the burning gazes of those around him, which were tense, expectant, and fearful. He chuckled and said nothing.

"There has never been such a precedent--" He spoke slowly and long. Because everyone was holding their breath waiting for his answer, the sound, which was not very loud, could be heard clearly in the room, and it struck heavily on the hearts of every office worker who was working overtime.

Kono Seira felt a lump in his chest and anxiously tugged at the sleeve of Dazai Osamu's coat - a qualified boss must learn to be flexible with the rules! Please, be a human being!

The next second, he met a pair of iris-colored eyes that had suddenly widened and contained a look of triumphant smile. He was stunned.

Then I heard Dazai Osamu's clear voice: "But you saved the time, so the decision is naturally yours."

……Why.

Is this an agreement?

There was a sudden cheer in the lobby. With such great joy and sorrow, the guys in black suits who had been working overtime the most almost burst into tears.

Kono Seiryoshi's heart was agitated. He pursed his lips and wanted to seriously criticize Dazai Osamu's bad taste of keeping people in suspense, but he couldn't help laughing before he opened his mouth. He looked at Dazai Osamu helplessly with a pair of smiling eyes: "Is this fun?"

Dazai Osamu looked back with a smile on his face, his voice containing a light ending: "Yes."

Either way, it's fun.

--

Today is not included in the holiday, and considering that everyone is very tired, we will have free time in the afternoon and evening, and will set off back to Yokohama tomorrow.

When there was a knock on the door of the hotel room, Seiyoshi Kono was sorting out the mission report alone.

He was not interested in going out shopping, and going to an amusement park alone would reduce the fun by 80%. The leisure facilities in the hotel were all the same, so going to the cat cafe to relax and pet the cats while eating dessert was a good choice, but he was still thinking about the unfinished report, and it was disrespectful to the little cat to be distracted while petting the cat.

Hearing a knock on the door, he paused in his writing, walked to the door in surprise and looked through the cat's eyes - who else is looking for him at this hour who has unfinished work?

The man who came was a familiar looking man in a black suit. When he opened the door, he burst into tears of joy as if he had found a life-saving straw:

"Oh no, Master Kouno! Master Dazai and Master Nakahara are about to start a fight downstairs! Go and persuade them!"

Seira Kono: "...???"

Five minutes later, after running all the way here, Gongye Shengliang calmed his pounding heart, stood at the door, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no trace of mess around.

There's no smashed furniture, so the fighting shouldn't have been intense...right?

He made full mental preparation before pushing open the door of the chess and card room.

——The bloody and violent scenes that came into view did not require any censorship.

In the very center, a black-haired boy was sitting leisurely on the sofa, holding a handful of cards in his left hand and poking the ice ball in the glass with his right hand.

Opposite him was a ochre-red head. Because his back was facing the door, Kono Seiryoshi could not see Nakahara Chuuya's expression.

Actually, he did wait for Chuuya that day. The auburn-haired young man came back from the battlefield exhausted, but he was in good spirits, and it seemed that the situation was going well. However, they both had their own tasks, and they didn't have time to say a few words when they met. Chuuya was called away by a phone call.

It looked like Chuuya had just come back from outside when he ran into Dazai.

Dazai Osamu did not expect that Kono Seira would show up at this time. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, saying, "The negotiation has just ended. Aren't you going to take a rest?"

His eyes casually passed over the others, and he paused at one place, smiling slightly: "I'm almost done here too."

Seeing that both of them were safe and sound, Kono Seiryo breathed a sigh of relief. Isn't this quite harmonious? They can still play cards happily together.

On the other side, the mafia member who was terrified by Dazai Osamu's glance almost fell down from his seat in shame, and bowed abruptly to apologize: "I'm very sorry! Because the atmosphere between the two adults just now was really too, too terrible..." Speaking of this, the ferocious-looking mafia member shuddered, "So I wanted to find Master Kouno to mediate... Sorry for disturbing a few of you!"

He felt his heart skip a beat when he thought of the scene just now - Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya met and talked about something, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly became stagnant. The black-haired junior cadre fiddled with his knife indifferently, and Lord Nakahara had an expression of disbelief and suppressed anger, and a red light of supernatural power almost burst out from his body.

The members who were so happy in the lobby just now were as if someone had strangled them and dared not say a word. He was quick-witted and hurried upstairs to get help! Who could have expected that in just ten minutes, the two not only did not fight, but were actually sitting at the same table playing cards!

And the way Dazai-sama looked at him just now, did he have murderous intent?

The man in the black suit screamed in his heart, and with tears in his eyes behind his sunglasses he looked at the reinforcements he had brought.

"It's okay with me. I don't have much to do up there anyway."

Kono Seiryo waved his hands indifferently, tilted his head and looked at the card table curiously: "What is this? Is it fun?"

"Normally," Dazai Osamu retracted his gaze and said slowly as if deliberately showing off, "Some people keep losing but insist on playing. It turns out that slugs are annoying soft animals wherever they go."

Kono Seiryo noticed that Nakahara Chuuya was on the verge of exploding, and the veins on his forehead were about to pop out. He couldn't help but step forward to smooth things over: "Winning and losing are a lot of factors, and the state is also one aspect. Can I listen to the rules? ... Chuuya?"

Sensing something strange in the overly quiet atmosphere, he widened his eyes and tentatively called out the boy's name again, "Chuuya?"

Sure enough, Nakahara Chuuya turned his head away and didn't look at him, which was unusual for him. It seemed that he was trying hard to restrain something, and his clenched fists were shaking slightly.

From Kono Seiryoshi's perspective, he could only see Chuuya's profile, which was red, perhaps because he was angry or something.

Dazai Osamu, who was watching everything, chuckled and said something without any context but with a lot of meaning: "Admit that you are not as skilled as others, Chuuya."

Kouno Seira gradually realized that something was wrong with this card game. Given the relationship between Dazai and Chuuya, it was simply a fantasy to sit down calmly and just play cards.

Dazai Osamu picked up the alcoholic drink that was melting the ice ball, put down the cards with his other hand, squinted his eyes and met Kouno Seira's gaze, his voice conveying a fuzzy texture in the glass: "One, two... seven."

"You lost seven games, so the slug can't talk to you for the next seven days."

Seira Kono: "…………???"

He looked at Chuuya in disbelief, but saw that the ochre-haired boy's face was already flushed with a light blush that was spreading all over his body. He was embarrassed and reluctant, but due to the spirit of the contract, he could only grit his teeth and nod slowly.

Kono Seiryoshi's tactics retreated, greatly shocked.

Help, what kind of weird stuff are you guys betting on?!