They all think I'm a boss

Just like Fujikawa Toki said, Mr. Nakahara really has nothing to do today, I don’t know if he is too boring, or he is willing to help others. In short, in the end, he really helped behind Fujikawa Toki moved.

I have to say that Mr. Nakahara's supernatural ability is really easy to use, as long as you touch it, you can easily fly to any position, whether it is a sofa or a bookshelf, which saves a lot of effort for Fujikawa Toki and Oda Sakunosuke. With Mr. Zhong Yuan's assistance, the new house could be finished in less than half an hour after two or three hours.

In just half an hour, the teenagers of the Oda family were impressed by Mr. Zhongyuan's magical and easy-to-use supernatural power, and pestered him one after another to ask him to use this supernatural power on them.

So when Fujikawa Toki came out of the room, he saw the boys from the Oda family floating in the air, and Saku Le waved at him excitedly, "Brother Ah Shi, look, I can fly. "

Fujikawa Toki silently glanced at the orange-haired young man at the side, and Mr. Nakahara turned his head away uncomfortably and gave a light cough, and then released his ability.

The teenagers who were "down-to-earth" obviously haven't played enough. Just when they wanted to beg the brother of Zhongyuan to do it again, Fujikawa glanced at them lightly, and the teenagers ran to the kitchen very consciously. I went to help Oda Sakunosuke cook.

"They don't seem to be your subordinates."

Nakahara Nakaya stared at the figures of several teenagers, then raised his head to look at Fujikawa Toki beside him.

Unlike the teenagers in Fujikawa Toki's family, these teenagers have no traces of practice, and they call Fujikawa Toki "Brother Ah Shi", while the teenagers I saw in Honmaru called him "Lord" directly.

"No."

Fujikawa shook his head, then he bowed his head and pondered for a moment, and came up with a more pertinent answer.

"They are my relatives."

"relative?"

The orange-haired young man glanced at him suspiciously, don't think he didn't notice his momentary hesitation just now, this man must be talking nonsense with his eyes open again to fool him.

"You have relatives?"

"Have."

Fujikawa nodded, the expression on his face was very sincere, but he forgot that he was still wearing a mask at the moment, and others could not see his sincerity at all.

"He is my distant cousin. He got tired of staying in Tokyo and wanted to change cities to settle down, so he came to Yokohama."

It was rare for Fujikawa to say so much at once, but this further confirmed that this person was just talking nonsense.

The big cousin who lives far away?Why don't you just say it's Yuanfang's uncle and grandpa, maybe it can add some credibility.

Perhaps his suspicious gaze was too obvious, Fujikawa changed the subject in order to divert his attention, "Chuya, don't you have any relatives?"

Mr. Zhongyuan, who has been on Leibo Street since he was born, has an indifferent face. He has a relative with a ball.

But wait...his relative might really be a ball...

Because the age is too long, Mr. Zhongyuan actually can’t remember whether there were other balls besides him in the laboratory at that time, but if there was more than one ball there at that time, does it mean that he actually had a relative of the ball? ?

Where does this go!

Mr. Zhongyuan always feels that as long as he stays with this man named Fujikawa Toki, his thinking will be diverted to a way that deviates from the normal thinking track.

"Brother Ah Shi, brother Zhongye, it's time to eat."

Saku Le ran from the kitchen to the living room to inform the two of them that dinner is ready.

Fujikawa sniffed, he smelled a familiar aroma from the kitchen, "Today is curry again?"

Saku Le smiled sweetly at him, "Brother Ah Shi, you should know him well, Sakunosuke is a typical star who will die if he doesn't eat curry."

Nakahara was also stunned when he heard the name "Sakunosuke", but only for a moment, then he turned around and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going, Chuya?"

Fujikawa Toki looked at the orange-haired youth who went to the entrance to change his shoes.

"go back."

Zhongyuan Zhong also responded without looking back.

"Brother Zhongye, won't you stay for dinner?"

Saku Le looked at the young man who was about to leave with some puzzlement, "The curry made by Sakunosuke is delicious."

"No, I don't like curry."

After speaking, he directly took the door and left.

Fujikawa looked back at Sakunosuke Oda who came out of the kitchen, "Do you know him?"

He almost forgot that Oda Sakunosuke used to be a member of the Port Mafia.

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, "I've seen it a few times."

"He probably didn't recognize you."

"No."

Oda Sakunosuke shook his head, he and Nakahara Chu were not considered acquaintances, at most they had met a few times.

I met him a few times during missions before, and a few times when Dazai skipped work and came to the bar to drink with him and Ango. Mr. Nakahara, a dedicated employee who completed all tasks by himself, came to Lupine Bar to teach Dazai a lesson. In the end, I drank with them somehow.

However, this Mr. Zhongyuan's drinking capacity and wine quality are not generally bad, and Lupine's bar was almost blown up by him several times.

"I remember you seem to have two good friends?"

When he followed Oda Sakunosuke before, he found that he often went to a small bar. Most of the time, this person had a straight face and a tense nerve. Only when he saw Saku Le and the others The kid really relaxes when he's drinking with those two friends.

He didn't seem to intend to tell his two friends the news that he was still alive, but this was all his own private matter, and it was up to him what he wanted to do, so Fujikawa Toki didn't bother to ask.

Hearing "good friends" Oda Sakunosuke froze for a moment.

"You mean Dazai and Ango?"

Dazai?

Toki Fujikawa always felt that this name was a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"If it's those two people, they should be able to see through my identity soon."

Oda Sakunosuke suddenly sighed.

When he decided to move to Yokohama, he had already planned to be recognized. It wasn't that he didn't want to see those two people, he just didn't know what to say when he saw them.

After all, in the hearts of those two, the friends who used to have a good time with each other have long since passed away.

……

Fujikawa pressed the 48th floor based on his own impression. He remembered that in addition to the 25th floor in the elevator, only the 48th floor was bright, which means that Mr. Nakahara should live on the 48th floor.

As I said before, this kind of high-rise apartment is charged according to the floor. The higher the floor, the more expensive the house price. This apartment has a total of 48 floors, and the person who lives on the 48th floor is naturally the richest person in the entire apartment.

Fujikawa Toki rang the doorbell, and about half a minute later, a rather impatient voice came from inside the room.

"Who?"

"it's me."

Fujikawa Toki responded lightly.

The room was silent for a while, and then the door in front of the room was opened from the inside, and a young man with orange hair in black home clothes appeared at the door. His hair looked a little messy, and his eyes were half-closed. It seemed that he It seemed to be sleeping just now.

"Is there a problem?"

Zhong Yuan looked at the black-haired young man standing at the door of his house, speaking with obvious impatience.

This can't be blamed on him, whoever sleeps in the middle of the sleep and suddenly wakes up won't be in a good mood, he is restrained like this, if there are other people standing at the door at the moment, he would have given gravity a warning.

"You forgot to take your wages."

Fujikawa looked at him and said slowly.

Working fee?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also at a loss for a while, and then remembered that this person had indeed said that he would pay him a part-time job when he asked him for help.

But he didn't take this sentence seriously at the time, he didn't believe that this penny-pinching guy would offer him money.

But now the other party actually took the initiative to come to the door.

Mr. Nakahara was really shocked, and the remaining sleepiness was also lost by Fujikawa Toki's words.

He looked at the black-haired young man across from him and groped in his sleeve for a while.

Do you really want to give him money?

Mr. Zhongyuan stared at the black-haired young man opposite without blinking.

Then he saw the young man take out a... wine jar from his sleeve?

When he saw the wine jar that Fujikawa took out from his sleeve, Mr. Zhongyuan's first reaction was: I knew it must not be money.

Mr. Zhongyuan's second reaction was: Why can he take out a wine jar from his sleeve.

Mr. Zhongyuan's third reaction was: Wait...that wine jar, I seem to have seen it somewhere...

"The last time Jiro and the others had a drinking meeting, you didn't come, so I let them keep half a jar of Qingqiuzui."

Fujikawa Toki handed the small wine jar in his hand to the orange-haired youth opposite.

"I remember you seem to like drinking."

Although the alcohol capacity and wine quality are not generally bad.

When Mr. Zhongyuan saw the half of the jar of wine, his big blue eyes lit up immediately, and even the look in his eyes when he looked at Fujikawa was no longer the usual look of disgust as if the other party owed him 5000 million.

"Come in and sit down."

This should be the first time that Mr. Zhongyuan invited outsiders to visit his house. Fujikawa originally planned to leave directly after paying the wages. When he heard Mr. Zhongyuan's words, he hesitated for a while, and finally He took off his shoes at the entrance and walked in.

Mr. Nakahara’s home is not as magnificent as Fujikawa imagined. The overall decoration style of the house is more Nordic and simple. Mr. Nakahara seems to have some obsessive-compulsive disorder. Everything in the house is neatly arranged, even the tablecloth on the dining table. There is no trace of wrinkles, and the overall look really does not look like a place where people have lived.

When Fujikawa came in, he looked at the shoe cabinet at the entrance, and all the shoes were neatly placed on the shoe rack, except for the pair of black household cotton slippers that Mr. Nakahara was wearing, almost all the shoes were the same. The two styles are the same size, so Mr. Nakahara should only live in this house.

It seems that Mr. Zhongyuan is indeed a rich man.

Before coming up, Fujikawa also guessed that Mr. Zhongyuan might be taken care of by a rich rich woman. He originally planned to ask Mr. Zhongyuan if the rich woman had an equally rich girlfriend, and he planned to introduce him to Lou. Under the single old father.

It seems that Sakunosuke can really only rely on his own efforts.

While he was in a trance, Mr. Zhongyuan had already taken out two scarlet wine cups from the cupboard. He was holding the altar of Qingqiuzui that Fujikawa gave him just now, and he was standing in front of the mahogany table in the living room at the moment. When looking at Fujikawa on the opposite side.

"Well, do you want to have a drink?"