Apocalyptic Forecast

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"Name?"

In Kyoto, Tamba District, in the daytime desolate customs street, the sign of "Fujimoto Shoji" is posted on the second floor window facing the street.

But anyone with a little bit of common sense will know that there will not be any formal company in this kind of place. Just by looking at the weird logo that resembles a family pattern next to the signboard, you will already be clear about the nature of this company.

Yakuza.

It doesn't matter whether it is called Yakuza or Jidao. As a dynamic and deeply rooted non-governmental organization in Yingzhou, it will definitely not end well if it has a relationship with them.

Now, just behind the table, the fat middle-aged man who smokes grinned, exposing his big yellow teeth, and looked at the person sitting opposite, repeating it again.

"Name?"

"Hugging, holding paper..."

"Well, holding paper? Very rare last name, where is the first name?"

"Vegeter...Vegetarian."

The restless young man lowered his head and stammered his name.

A few smoking men in suits on the sofa looked at him like a quail and laughed mockingly. A man with glasses like a cashier suddenly changed his color and slapped the table and roared: "Big brother asks your name, don’t you understand Is it clear once? Asshole thing! Is it to let you understand the fate of the uncultivated?!"

Visibly to the naked eye, the young man sitting in the chair couldn't help but shivered, his face pale.

It looks like a sluggish youth who can be seen everywhere in Kyoto, with no career, no job, and no culture. They rely on temporary workers and stealing to survive.

The clothes are crumpled, and what is more noticeable is the face that has been malnourished for a long time or has not been exposed to the sun, and the long bangs make people always feel gloomy.

It is simply the best portrayal of the Cocoon Clan, the classic incarnation of the Beat generation.

Even the underworld despise this kind of social scum, this kind of waste that is not used except for selling organs, usury will not be released.

Of course, if the family is rich and can squeeze a lot of oil and water, it is another matter.

"Okay, Yamashita, don't get angry." The smoking ‘big brother’ waved his hand indifferently: "Isn’t Tanaka your righteous brother in jail? The person he introduced, please give me some face."

Yamashita gave a cold glance at the paper-carrying amateur, wondering if it was because of this trash that he had fallen into the prestige of his righteous brother, or he had lost face, and snorted coldly.

"So, what about age?"

Fujimoto Shoji, who is also the eldest brother of the Fujimoto team, continued to ask.

"Eighteen." The paper-carrying amateur replied tremblingly.

"I'm so young, eighteen years old, there is still a lot to do, don't be afraid, hold the paper gentleman."

Fujimoto squeezed out the smoke, and said with relief: "The times are different. Now even in Yakuza, you can't rely on fighting and killing people. Murder and arson can't fill your stomach, like us, turn to the film and television industry. It’s okay. I heard that the Tiger King group guys have already sold milk tea. It’s really outrageous!"

"You are the nephew of that guy Tanaka, I won't embarrass you. But the thought, Fujimoto's life is not easy, you have to understand. If you really want to find a job, you have to sign this."

A paper contract was thrown from the bottom of the mountain and landed on the table.

The densely packed clauses fill almost every inch of space, which is extremely complicated, but if you look carefully, it is nothing more than selling oneself.

"After signing this, you are from Fujimoto Film and Television. Don't worry, you are pregnant. We will not treat you badly." Fujimoto grinned, showing his big yellow teeth, and smiled: "Your appearance is pretty good, and you are lucky. It might be an instant success if you dress up."

After speaking, everyone in the room burst into laughter.

Just look at the messy posters on the wall to know what the **** the film they made is. Among them, the taste is a little bit heavier. I am afraid that the crows will have spicy eyes when they see it. It really makes people sigh the world.

But what choice does the poor, weak and helpless paper-loving amateur have?

Only obediently sign.

I sold my cheap life.

"That's right, yes, you are a man with paper. A man has to be decisive, and he must be decisive to win the future!"

Fujimoto grinned and handed a form to him: "Since you have already joined the gang, just look at the form, and just tick the items that you can accept. Don't dislike it. This is all for making money, not shabby."

On the form, there are densely packed things that are unsightly and not allowed by the law.

It's really not suitable for things that appear under the camera lens.

But then, it was their turn to be stunned.

Because the paper-loving amateur picked up the pen and started to quickly check the items on it, no line was left empty.

"Hey! Hold the paper, don't write silly!" Yamashita widened his eyes and scolded, "Are you serious!"

"Everything!"

Huaizhi plucked up his courage, raised his head, and said with a trembling, "I need money urgently, so I can do anything, please, please!"

"..."

In silence, the Yakuzas in the room glanced at each other, showing meaningful expressions.

"Since this is the case, then I have to come and test it myself." Fujimoto slowly got up, smiled and loosened the belt, and pointed to the door next to him: "You go in and wait for me, I will come soon. "

Pushing open the inner door, I saw a narrow bedroom with rotten paper all over, and a crumpled and yellowed bed.

The smell of body odor, sweat, and a rotten smell made people frown.

Soon, Fujimoto hummed a song, walked in swaggeringly, and smiled at an amateur with a paper: "Sir, don't be nervous, let's go to bed first."

He took the lead, took off his shoes, sat on the bed, and waved to the newcomer enthusiastically: "Come on, I'll show you something good."

After waiting for the paper hesitantly to sit on the bed, I saw that he didn't know where to pull it. In an instant, the whole bed began to descend quickly, like an elevator, sinking, after passing through a short space, So I entered... in a wide basement with tatami mats like a dojo!

There were also several burly men sweating in the nearby equipment area, and they greeted enthusiastically when they saw Fujimoto come down.

Without exception, these people have some strange characteristics.

Or scales or hair.

"Here...what's the place?" asked the paper uneasyly.

"This can be regarded as one of our warehouses for the time being, but we have not done bans for a long time, so we just changed it and used it as a gym."

Fujimoto walked in front and said, "Since you were introduced by the guy Tanaka from your hometown, you can be considered reliable if you want to come. I will not hide it from you. After all, it is just a gym. However, there are some things that you can't joke about. of."

In his hand, holding the form just filled out by the pregnant paper, he shook it.

Even if the columns of debt collection, lending, and illegal work are ignored, the red options for personnel assignments and top-ups are all ticked, and even meaningless columns such as smuggling, drug prohibition, murder and blackmail are marked. Checked...

He was determined to commit to the underworld, and he would never look back on this road.

"I said, Mr. Huaizhi, we do occasionally do some intermediary work for people in our hometown. Although they are all unseen positions, they can at least make a living.

These years, it is not easy for a mixed breed to live well. If you can help, if you can, I also came here back then. But you... it's too much to say, right? "

Fujimoto took off his wig, exposed his bald head, and three strange sharp horns, and solemnly exhorted: "You are only eighteen years old. Why are you so aggressive before you are desperate?"

"me……"

She was trembling with excitement, and then shouted loudly: "I joined Green Sun from my sincerity!"

For a while, the room was silent.

In the silence, everyone looked at each other, and the eyes that looked at Huaizhi became cold and bad.

Fujimoto's face gradually became gloomy: "Mr. Huaizhi, there are some things that can't be said nonsense."

"Uncle Tanaka told me! The only way to get the money is the fastest! I made up my mind to come here!" Huai Zhi widened his eyes, forgot to be afraid, and shouted out the words in his stomach upside down. Please, Mr. Fujimoto, I am willing to do anything. This is the request of my life, please!"

Fujimoto didn't speak, and waved his hand to shut up. Several people came over and watched him immediately.

Then, when he turned his head, Fujimoto took out the phone and walked to the corner. After getting through, he began to yell at Tanaka on the other end.

Tanaka's voice on the phone could be faintly heard.

"That child can't help it... Yes, the parents have late symptoms and are half dead... I also showed him a clear way... Besides, does anyone know about the combination of mixed breeds and Green Sun? ......Which of us who are Yakuza hybrids doesn’t have a leg with Luri......"

But Fujimoto was still cursing, until he was over, and finally relieved his anger, he looked back at the embarrassed pregnant paper, scratching his bald head angrily.

"Hey, pregnant with paper, go back, I don't need someone like you here."

Huaizhi struggled with excitement and shouted: "Even if you don't want me here, I won't leave. I will go to the Tiger King team and the Yamada team. Someone will want me!"

Fujimoto's face became more and more ugly, and he still didn't know the urinary **** of his group of colleagues.

As a gangster, Fujimoto's group changed their careers relatively early, and now they can live well with a bunch of colorful video tapes and a bunch of business that guides the way as a guide on Fengsu Street. The Tiger King group, on the surface, sells milk tea, but in fact it does the job of hiding the banned drugs in milk tea raw materials. As for the Yamada team, it is simply organ trading...it really has no humanity at all.

Let this little **** go to that kind of place~www.wuxiaspot.com~, even if it is still full, it will die soon.

"Are you...serious?" Tengmen asked coldly with a pale face.

"I, I'm serious!"

"...Very good, at least he looks like a man now, holding paper."

Fujimoto took two puffs of cigarettes fiercely, then raised his foot, stepped on the cigarette butts, and spit out disdainful smoke.

"If you come to the Fujimoto team to introduce a job, I can introduce you to a living salary, even you see, isn't every man's dream to be a male star? With so few juicy males in the industry, you can do you...but Green Day, Green Day’s work is different."

He said coldly, "Mr. Huaizhi, if you want to join the group, please pass me this level."

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