Chapter 27 (50 more chapters)
The timing was just right. As soon as Fyodor walked out of the store, Oda Sakunosuke, who was returning with Japanese sweets, appeared in his sight.
Gong Ye Shengliang was just putting the coffee cup that Fyodor had moved back to its original place, and when he took his hand back, he bumped into it. He paused, and a little more embarrassed appeared on his face: "Sorry, the coffee is no longer cold, do you want another cup?"
"You don't have to apologize."
Oda Sakunosuke's eyes paused on the coffee for a moment, then returned his gaze to him, handed him the bag, and said in a gentle tone: "I don't know much about the types of Japanese confectionery, do these suit your taste?"
There were several boxes packed in the paper bag, filled with small and exquisite snacks. It seemed that the customer had bought all kinds of snacks in the store.
He just gently opened the lid and took a look. A light sweet smell mixed with the aroma of coffee entered his nose. Gong Ye Shengliang's eyebrows relaxed immediately, and the incoherent conversation with Fyodor was temporarily forgotten.
He was a little thankful that Oda Sakunosuke didn't ask any more questions. He raised his head and smiled helplessly, "Mr. Oda, it's too much. I can't finish it."
Halfway through his speech, Kono Seira suddenly remembered something, took out the top box, and returned the paper bag: "Give the rest to Mr. Oda's children!"
Oda Sakunosuke took it hesitantly, opened and closed his mouth, and finally nodded.
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In the next few days, Seiji Kono was busy at the port mafia headquarters.
The report only contained the results of the inspection of the arbitration. He was the only one who knew about the traces of drugs on the teenager he met on the road and the news that Fyodor appeared on the streets of Yokohama. After some consideration, he decided to keep it to himself for the time being.
It's not that I believed Fyodor's bluffing, but seeing that the port mafia would fight with people on the street at the slightest disagreement, reporting it rashly without any evidence would only cause trouble.
Besides, he still suspected that there was a spy from the Zhonghui inside the port mafia, otherwise how could the inspection be leaked.
The investigation could not be rushed. On the surface, Gongye Shengliang was normal and went to get off work diligently every day. In addition to his usual work, he also had to take extra effort to eliminate the possibility of spies and undercover agents one by one. He took great pains for nearly a week to select a few subordinates with clean resumes and high obedience, and secretly sent them to continue the search following Zhonghui's clues.
Fortunately, he had a lot of experience in drug searches. Otherwise, facing such harsh conditions, he really wanted to lead the charge and rush into the leader's office to strike and protest - why don't you work overtime when you have the leisure time to take Loli out shopping! It seems that your subordinates are about to be bribed and rebel by other organizations! Since you said you want to be a slave of the organization, you should take responsibility for me!
Even when he was busy, he did not forget to investigate the Rat of the Dead House and Fyodor. This underground organization from Russia has never appeared in Japan, but looking at Fyodor's ambiguous attitude, it is very likely that they will target Yokohama's supernatural organization.
The irritable mood that had been accumulating day by day suddenly cleared up after get off work one day. Kono Seiryoshi thought that he had to stay here anyway, so the stronger the port mafia became, it meant that the progress of his mission would also be accelerated, so the harder he worked now, the happier he would be in the future - bullshit!
To sum up the results of the past few days, the Port Mafia is facing internal and external troubles, and the problem is really big. He thought of the mission and goal he came here for, and could only cheer up and devote himself to his career with tears in his eyes, always preparing for promotion and salary increase, and the day when he would usurp Mori Ogai's position.
The unbearable heat was followed by a rainy day that lasted for many days. The temperature suddenly dropped to more than ten degrees. The abnormal weather made people feel listless and lacked energy.
Since he got a new place to live, Kono Seiryoshi rarely stayed in the office of the Port Mafia Building for a whole day. He got off work on time at 9 o'clock every night, and then took the unfinished parts back to the apartment to continue. Although he was working overtime, he didn't have to worry about so many rules and regulations at home.
For example, now he can sit on the couch and drink tea while processing task reports.
The sound of rain began to sound outside the window again, and the time displayed by the blue light on the screen was already early morning. Gongye Shengliang rubbed his eye sockets, yawned sleepily, and after resting for two minutes, he got up to check whether the doors and windows were locked.
The cool breeze wrapped in rain blew away some of the sleepiness. The window was half closed when the aroma of food from somewhere outside suddenly came in. Gongye Shengliang paused and a thought flashed through his mind.
He suddenly realized that he had forgotten something very important - he had moved into the new home for so long, but he had never invited any friends to have dinner in his new home!
I have been busy with work recently and completely forgot about the Qiao Qian Banquet. Although he doesn't care much about etiquette and socializing, he doesn't dislike lively activities.
No, now that you have thought of it, you must act quickly.
Kono Seiryo quickly flipped through his address book, which showed a few people online. His mind flashed through the faces of these people one by one, silently considering how to invite them to his home for dinner without appearing offensive.
It's been over a month since we moved to our new home, so it might be strange to bring this up now... Let's just consider it as a way of thanking everyone for taking care of him during this time.
Okay, it’s decided. Since the weather is so humid recently, let’s eat hot pot!
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This Saturday at 4:50 pm, outside the new apartment.
Nakahara Chuuya, who was holding two bottles of his collection of Italian red wine, and Dazai Osamu, who came empty-handed, looked at each other in disdain.
Dazai Osamu was the first to fall in expression, his voice becoming listless: "Why is Chuuya here? It's been so hard..." He spoke the last few words so softly that only the corners of his mouth could be seen twitching slightly.
Nakahara Chuuya was too lazy to pay attention to what he was saying. He stared at Dazai Osamu with his brows slowly wrinkled. Finally, he said in disbelief, "You guys, you came to visit someone else's house and you really didn't bring any gifts?"
"Because Mu is not someone else." Dazai Osamu said with a smile.
He had never called out Kono Seira's name alone in front of him, but in front of Nakahara Chuuya, he called out this intimate name very naturally, and both his tone and expression carried a hint of showing off.
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
He repeated to himself a hundred times that this wine was expensive and was meant to be drunk with Gongye Mu and not wasted on the head of that green mackerel -!
This kind of crazy dancing in a ridiculous place reminded Chuuya Nakahara of the last day of his business trip in Tokyo. On that day, Dazai Osamu stopped him in the same contemptuous tone when he was about to go upstairs to meet Mutsu Kimino.
"Chuya, let's play a game." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, his pupils looking down from above were dark and gloomy.
Zhongyuan Zhong also keenly realized that something must have happened during his absence.
Then, he heard Dazai Osamu slowly say something that instantly made his brain explode -
The recollection was temporarily interrupted by the noise that started to sound around me again.
"Who said I didn't take anything?" Dazai Osamu shifted his gaze from the wine box tightly held in Nakahara Chuuya's hand and narrowed his eyes happily.
Nakahara Chuuya was unhappy when he heard his voice, and couldn't help but "tsk", and said impatiently: "What good can a suicidal maniac like you have?"
“It’s hard to say.”
Dazai Osamu smiled and deliberately used an exaggerated tone to annoy Nakahara Chuuya: "I came here with a heart full of sincerity and a stomach that is ready to wait."
Nakahara Chuuya let out a loud “Huh?!” and his deep blue eyes widened in disbelief. He found it hard to believe how someone could be so shameless.
Just as another round of verbal abuse was about to break out, there were sudden noises and footsteps coming from inside the house, getting closer and closer.
Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Osamu shut their mouths at the same time and turned their gazes towards the door.
One was nervous and expectant, the other was calm with a smile on her face. At this moment, the two were unexpectedly in the same mood, and were both focused on waiting for the person behind the door to appear.
The doorknob turned half a turn and opened in front of them.
"You are here, come in and sit down."
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
Dazai Osamu: “…”
"? What's wrong?"
After waiting for a few seconds without hearing a response, Sakaguchi Ango, who was helping to look after the house because his master was out, couldn't help but glance at the two of them.
Then the black-haired and auburn-haired boys fell silent, and one of them even had a distorted expression when he looked at him.
Sakaguchi Ango: ...? ? ?
Can anyone explain to him what happened?