Chapter 743 Conversation

"They are watching very closely, I don't have time." Ushijima replied in a low voice: "I just came back from Ueno. He is indeed injured, but not serious. I don't know how one person can fight ninety The blow came, maybe he was on drugs, right?"

"Drugs? Can we find any clues?"

"I don't know either." Ushijima said, "I've only been here for less than two days, and it's already very difficult for me to sneak into their circle. I can't ask about everything, right?"

"You bastard, is this how you talk to your seniors?" Another voice yelled angrily. Soon, the voice that originally answered the phone became kinder: "Don't blame Ushijima-kun, after all, this kind of thing is stressful... Ushijima, don’t be anxious. It’s a great achievement to be able to catch the Kaishi group. In the short term, you still have to get around the Kaishi guy as soon as possible. You’ll be fine, right?”

"Yes, I understand. I will definitely live up to the reputation of the Iron King Party!" Ushijima said solemnly, nodding and bowing. After hanging up the phone, the smile on his face gradually dissipated.

After working hard for the gang for so many years, he was thrown out as an undercover agent just because he was a hybrid.

Damn it, if the higher-ups don’t treat me as a human being, why don’t I just take the money and run away...

But soon, he gave up this idea. If you dare to betray the Iron King's Party, I'm afraid it will be filled with cement and sunk into Kyoto Bay before you even run out of Kyoto.

This is something you have to do even if you don’t want to do it.

If it is exposed...

He shivered, pulled up his pants, and cursed angrily with hatred in his heart: "Damn it, neither one or the other is a good thing..."

Ushijima paused for a moment before he realized that someone was standing behind him at some point. His short hair turned white, and he turned out to be ‘Takimura’, the head of the group.

Takimura was looking at him suspiciously.

He trembled subconsciously and bowed quickly, then heard Takimura wave his hand and say: "In the toilet, there is no need... Your name seems to be Ushijima, right? Ushijima Tsutomu?"

"Yes, it's me." Ushijima nodded frantically.

Takimura nodded casually, "Oh, someone just called you and you were not there. Remember to go to the team leader's office quickly, the team leader is calling you."

"yes!"

Ushijima's heart lifted subconsciously, but he didn't dare to delay in front of Takimura and hurriedly walked upstairs. But when I got to the team leader's door, I didn't dare to go in. When I was wandering uneasily, I heard a voice coming from behind the slightly closed door.

"Is this Ushijima? The door is unlocked, come in."

Ushijima swallowed, opened the door, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

There were no thugs glaring at him, a young boy, behind the door. There was only a simple bookshelf, a table, and two empty chairs.

Just at the tea table at the door, the busy young man raised his head and glanced at him: "Come in, don't be nervous."

Ushijima was stunned for a long time, looking at the hideous and ugly face in the description. It was unbelievable no matter what, that a Yakuza could be more beautiful than those cowherds who sell their faces.

It looks like he might as well be able to fight on his own. He must be a pretty guy who got ahead by trying to please the president...

"What should I drink? I just bought a bottle of good wine this morning. Do you want to try it?" The team leader's voice interrupted his thoughts. He hesitated for a long time and nodded vigorously.

Soon, a half-filled glass of wine was put into his hand. Huai Shi patted his shoulder: "Don't be nervous, just sit down and wait for me. It will be fine soon."

"Okay, okay."

Ushijima held the wine glass and sat down across from the desk. Just when Huaishi was reading the report handed over by Takuma, he noticed that there was a huge crow standing on the clothes hanger in the corner of the room.

As if someone has taken good care of it, the crow looks smooth and smooth, with streaks of iron shine on its feathers, and its body is almost exaggeratedly large.

The crow glanced at him, as if he was not interested, and let out a "quack" sound. Translated, it means: Erwu guna!

The scope of the Bone Burial Sanctuary and the Cage of Dreams overlaps with the entire Waizhi Trading Company, which is equivalent to more than 1,600 crows spying in the dark with their little eyes at all times.

Even the phone scam company upstairs and the convenience store downstairs were not spared.

If there is anything that can be hidden from Huai Shi, it would be called funny.

Although these crows always looked under the skirts of the finance ladies and tried to share the scene with Huai Shi, it gave him a bit of a headache and annoyance...

From this morning till now, Huai Shi has done nothing but started to meet with the members of the paper group one by one, and then used the Dream Cage to check their favorability.

It is gratifying that in just a few days, more than thirty people have become die-hard fans of Huai Shi.

Some of them, like Ueno, had established a deep friendship with him by committing crimes together; some were originally old men of the Fujimoto group and were loyal to him because he avenged his boss Fujimoto the day he came to power; some I simply have no brains. I will do whatever the boss says, and I will listen to whoever is the boss... And the other reason is because Huai Shi is strong enough, stronger than everyone they know, but yet Unlike those who are equally strong.

No matter what the reason was, Huai Shi had to consolidate everyone's relationship for later. At the same time, try your best to cultivate offline members in the pregnant group and develop more die-hard fans...

He suddenly felt that this kind of thing felt similar to idol management!

In the final analysis, it is to get a lot of die-hard fans, take good care of the casual fans, and then try to get as few people who hate you... Only in this way can you gain more popularity and sell more new albums and handshake tickets.

Of course, what is more important is to deal with the black powder that has been mixed into the organization.

For example, the informants sent from other teams, the undercover agents from the Nuluo team who are determined to backstab, and... the second and fifth boys.

Unexpectedly, he had only been exposed for two days, and the Iron King Party would arrange for him.

After Huaishi finished signing, she put down the report, held her chin and looked at Ushijima in front of her. That weird smile made Ushijima's expression gradually stiffen.

There was an illusion that one seemed to have been seen through.

Finally, Huaishi picked up the wine glass, took a sip and asked, "Ushijima Tsutomu, that's your name, right?"

"Y-yes!" Ushijima replied loudly.

"Don't be nervous, don't be afraid. We are here today just to do some household chores." Huai Shi waved her hand and asked with a smile, such as how old the little comrade is this year, how many people are in the family, whether they have enough food, rice, oil and salt for the holidays, and whether there is anything they need. Please ask for help from the group...

The comfort seemed to be effective, Ushijima's expression gradually relaxed, and he answered fluently, taking a sip of the wine Huaishi handed him.

It wasn't until the atmosphere was almost set and the medicine began to take effect that Huai Shi said with a smile: "Speaking of which, what do you think of the pregnancy group?"

"Of course it is...ahem, very good, very good!"

Ushijima's expression stiffened for a moment, he loosened his collar, coughed twice, and almost told the truth: "Seniors all take good care of me, and the salary and share are very good..."

Although the atmosphere inside is really silly! Have you ever really been in management? Isn't this too problematic? By the way, does everyone have a brain? We don’t even review the new members. What if someone like me sneaks in? And I’ve only been working for three days and I’ve become a confidant. Hey, can you please pay attention?

His stomach was full and he couldn't spit it out, which made his face turn red with the alcohol, but fortunately, he still held it back.

"Hahahaha, Ushijima-kun really doesn't look like a yakuza." Huaishi sighed with emotion.

Ushijima was confused. He touched his dyed yellow hair, the tattoos on his body, and all kinds of messy street-style accessories. He didn't understand why Huaishi said that.

"Ah, maybe it's because you are shy when you smile, right?" Huai Shi shrugged: "Other guys are not like you, they never talk about "fuck", and occasionally they will say something chilling when talking to me... But Ushijima-kun didn’t use any curse words from the beginning to the end. This is very good, very good. If we keep it up, we also have civilized people in our group!”

Huaishi did not hide her praise, but it made Ushijima feel embarrassed. After hearing his words, the first thing he felt was not relief, but an indescribable sadness.

"Although swearing is normal when you are a Yakuza, masculinity is not something that can only be highlighted by swearing. Ushijima-kun, you don't have to be ashamed." Huaishi took a sip of wine and continued: "I was just thinking, It will be great when everyone in the group becomes more educated. Hey, do you have any ideals, Ushijima-kun?"

"Huh?" Ushijima was puzzled.

"That's right, you can do whatever you want to do, dream or wish." Huai Shi said nonchalantly: "It's just chatting anyway. Let me tell you my story first. Well, I want to spend my life happily!"

What stupid wish? Isn’t it enough to be the boss? If you can make so much money, why don’t you play with more women? Isn’t this kind of young wish only children have? Is this person abnormal?

Ushijima's mind was filled with thoughts, but when he was looked at by those eyes, he couldn't help but move his mouth.

He thought he must be drunk.

"... Let's talk about wishes." He murmured for a long time and whispered: "It would be great if I could continue to go to school."

He said something stupid that made him want to laugh.

A hybrid who grew up in the Tanba Inner Circle and wanted to go to school...

But unexpectedly, Huai Shi did not laugh at him, but held her chin and muttered, as if she was really thinking: "Going to school, this is a bit troublesome."

"Uh, just casually..."

"The main reason is that you are too old and it's not easy to arrange." Huai Shi patted the table and became serious: "If I want to say it, aren't there a lot of online courses now? Ushijima-kun, do you want to know about it?"

"..."

There is something wrong with this man.

Ushijima was stunned for a long time, then laughed awkwardly: "I just said it casually, after all, we are still this age."

"But there is no age limit for learning." Huaishi shrugged: "Well, if you want to learn something, Ushijima-kun, why don't you tell me about it. To be honest, I know many teachers."

"Actually, there's nothing I want to learn." Ushijima didn't want to continue this topic, but somehow, his mouth moved again: "It would be good to learn a little Latin when you're bored, right?"

Oops, Xiaoqin, you learn so fast. You memorized the letters so quickly. Maybe you are a genius at learning Latin.

The words in his memory came to mind again, and he was stunned.

After a long time, he remembered. The teacher who told him that was already dead... Overdosed on drugs, and when he was found in the trash he was completely stinky.

But since he was a child, that was the first time he heard someone praise him. Some people really felt that he could do something in the future... instead of becoming trash.

Things that even he himself no longer remembers.

Once again, I thought about it...

"Latin...?" he whispered dully.

"This? You told me earlier!" The man behind the desk breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had encountered something worthy of happiness, and he patted the table excitedly: "You want to learn, I will teach you!"

"..." Ushijima looked up at him in confusion and saw his smile.

Not mocking, not sarcastic, not even wondering what exactly he wanted to learn Latin for. Instead, it was filled with anticipation and excitement.

It's like if this guy wants to learn Latin, he will be very happy.

Sick?

Ushijima Tsutomu lowered his head and squeezed the cup in his hand.

He suddenly didn't want to talk anymore and wanted to find an excuse to leave, when he heard the voice on the other side.

The man said to him: "Unus pro omnibus, omnes pro uno."

"Um?"

"That's it, look..."

Huai Shi smiled, turned the report over on the table, wrote on the blank space on the back with a pen, and finally turned it at an angle and pushed it towards him.

"Everyone is for one, and I am for everyone - this is the meaning of this sentence." Huai Shi explained: "It is simple and easy to understand, let's start from this sentence, how about it?"

"..."

Ushijima Tsutomu didn't speak, and looked at him blankly for a long time, then lowered his head and looked at the paper on the table, as if he didn't understand.

So Huaishi repeated it again, and then marked the pronunciation for him in katakana below.

Grammar explained.

It wasn't until Ushijima recited the words after him in a dull manner, making sure that every syllable was pronounced correctly, that Huaishi nodded with satisfaction: "Isn't it obvious that you are very talented! Remember to review it when you go back, Ushijima-kun. I will ask questions next time."

"Okay, okay..."

Ushijima held the piece of paper distractedly and walked out of the office before he realized what had happened.

But when he lowered his head, he saw the paragraph on the paper.

How should we describe this sense of absurdity? he does not know. But is this person completely sick? Do you even need to teach yourself Latin?

Just find a trash can and throw away the junk.

That's what he originally thought.

Until he accidentally turned over the front and saw the dense transfer records on it... as well as various large expenditures.

He froze in place and subconsciously pinched the phone in his pocket.

But then, he subconsciously let go.

He felt that he might have been a little drunk, and he said so many ridiculous things and had so many ridiculous ideas.

When the traces of alcohol gradually dissipated, he raised his hand blankly and looked closely at the record in front of him, but the line of words on the back of the paper was illuminated by the sunlight outside the window.

Everybody for one, me for everybody?

People who can say such things must have something wrong with their brains, right? What is going on in the minds of people who teach people that kind of thing? But what does it matter to those who really remember what they have learned?

Idiot?

He closed his eyes and couldn't help but want to smile bitterly.

He suddenly felt that there must be something wrong with his mind, just like this bullshit club. He unexpectedly discovered that there was nothing to be afraid of if he was sunk into Kyoto Bay in the future.

After all, hybrids will die in the end. There seems to be no difference between dying of illness at the age of forty and sudden death at the age of twenty-five.

No big deal, just run faster then...

When he turned around, he finally plucked up the courage and opened the ajar door behind him: "Boss Huaizhi, after I finish learning this... can you teach me something new?"

In the office, the man who was feeding the crows looked back. Seeing his expression, she laughed happily.

The man nodded solemnly, as if he was more honored than him, and told him:

"OK."

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