Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 "Name?"

　　Kyoto, Tamba district, in the daytime slack customs street, on the second-floor window facing the street, the sign of "Fujimoto Shoji" is pasted.

　　 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 have a clear idea of ​​the nature of this company.

　　 Yakuza.

　　It doesn't matter if 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 smoking fat middle-aged man grinned, exposing his mouthful of big yellow teeth, looking at the person sitting opposite, and repeating it again.

　　 "Name?"

　　 "Hugging, holding paper..."

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

　　"Vegetarian...Amateur."

　　 The restless young man lowered his head and stuttered 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? Bastard thing! Is it to let you understand the fate of uneducated?!"

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

　　 Looks like a sluggish youth who can be seen everywhere in Kyoto. They have no career, no job, and no education. They rely on temporary workers and stealing to survive.

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

　　 is simply the best portrayal of the cocoon, a classic incarnation of the Beat generation.

　　 Even the underworld would look down on such social scum. This kind of waste that is not used for the eggs except for the sale of organs will not be released by usury.

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

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

　　 The foot of the mountain gave a cold glance at the paper-carrying amateur, wondering if it was because of the trash that had fallen to the prestige of his righteous brother, or caused himself to lose 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-loving amateur replied tremblingly.

　　 "I'm so young, eighteen years old, there is still a lot to do, don't be afraid, I am pregnant."

Fujimoto squeezed out the smoke, and said with relief: "The times are different. Now even in Yakuza, you can't rely on killing 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 fellow Tanaka, I will not embarrass you. But the idea, 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 Yamashita, and it fell on the table.

　　The densely packed clauses are written almost every inch of space, which is very 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 just 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 look at it. It really makes people sigh the world.

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

　　 can only sign obediently.

　　 sold his cheap life.

　　 "That's right, yes, it's a man of paper, a man has to be decisive, and he must be decisive to win the future!"

　　 Fujimoto handed out a form with a smile: "Since you are already in the occupation, just look at the form, and just tick the items that are acceptable. Don't dislike it. This is all for making money. It's not shabby."

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

　　 is really not suitable for things that appear under the camera lens.

　　 But then, it was their turn to be dumbfounded.

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

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

　　 "Both, all do!"

　　 She held up the courage, raised her 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, revealing meaningful expressions.

"Since this is the case, then I'm going to 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'll be here soon. "

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

　　 Body odor, sweat, and a bad smell came, and it made people frown.

　　 Soon, Fujimoto hummed a song, walked in swaggeringly, and smiled at a paper-carrying amateur: "Senior gentleman, 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 rapidly, like an elevator, sinking, after passing through a short space, So I entered...in a wide basement with tatami mats like a dojo!

　　 There are also several burly men sweating in the equipment area next to them, and they greeted enthusiastically when they saw Fujimoto come down.

　　 Without exception, these people have some strange characteristics.

　　 is either scales or hair.

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

　　 "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 fellow Tanaka from your hometown, you would 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 you can't joke about. of."

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

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

　　 is simply determined to commit to the underworld, and will never look back on this road.

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

　　 In these years, it’s not easy for a mixed breed to live a good life. If you can help, you can help. I came here in the same way. But you... Isn't it too much to say? "

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

"me……"

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

　　 For a while, the room was silent.

　　 In silence, everyone looked at each other, and the eyes that looked at the pregnant paper became indifferent and uncomfortable.

　　 Fujimoto's face gradually became gloomy: "Mr. Huaizhi, there are some things that you can't talk 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, forgetting to be afraid, and yelling out the words in his stomach upside-down: "Please. Please, Mr. Fujimoto, I am willing to do anything. This is the request of my life, please!"

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

　　 Then 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 can be heard vaguely.

"That kid 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......"

　　 And Fujimoto was still cursing ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ until the cursing was over, and finally relieved, he looked back at the embarrassed paper and scratched his bald head angrily.

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

　　, struggling with excitement, 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 is getting more and more ugly, he still doesn't know what the urine of his group of colleagues is.

　　As a gangster, the Fujimoto group is considered to have changed careers relatively early, and now it 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 is doing the activity of hiding banned drugs in the milk tea raw materials. As for the Yamada team, it is simply organ trading...it really has no humanity at all.

　　 Allow this little **** to go to that kind of place, even if he can still stay together, he will die soon after.

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

　　 "I, I'm serious!"

　　 "...Very good, at least he looks a bit manly now, pregnant with paper."

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

"If you come to the Fujimoto team to introduce a job, I can introduce you a living salary, even you see, is not every man's dream to be a male star? There are so few juicy males in the industry, you can do it. *...But Green Sun, Green Sun’s work is different."

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