Apocalyptic Forecast

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"Name?"

In the Tamba district of Kyoto, on the custom street during the daytime, the signboard of "Fujimoto Shoji" is posted on the second floor window facing the street.

But anyone with a little common sense will know that this place will not be a regular company. Just look at the weird logo next to the signboard that looks like a family pattern, and you already know the nature of this company.

Yakuza.

It doesn't matter whether it's called Yakuza or Ji Dao. As a deeply rooted and vigorous folk organization in Yingzhou, the relationship with them will definitely not end well.

Now, just behind the table, the smoking fat middle-aged man grinned, showing his mouth full of big yellow teeth, looking closely at the person sitting opposite, and repeated it again.

"Name?"

"Pregnancy, paper..."

"Um, pocket paper? Very rare surname, what is the name?"

"Vegetarian...Amateur."

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

A few smoking suit men on the side sofa looked at him like a quail and laughed mockingly. A cashier-like man suddenly changed color and snarled at the table: "Brother asks your name, don't you understand? Explain once? Damn things! Do you want you to understand the end of the uncultivated?!"

Visible to the naked eye, the young man sitting on the chair couldn't help trembling, his face pale.

It looks like a dying young man everywhere in Kyoto, no career, no work, no culture, and can rely on temporary workers and stealing and abduction to maintain his life.

The clothes are crumpled, and the most striking thing is that the face with long-term malnutrition or no sun exposure and the long bangs make people always feel dark.

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

Even gangsters look down on such social scum. This kind of waste that is useless for eggs except for selling organs will not be released by usury.

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

"Okay, down the mountain, don't get angry." The smoking "Big Brother" waved his hands indifferently: "Aren't Tanaka your righteous brother in the jail? People he introduced, give a face."

Yamashita glanced coldly at the paperless person, wondering if the waste had fallen into the prestige of his righteous brother, or that he had no face, and he snorted coldly.

"So, what about age?"

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

"Eighteen." The paperworker replied tremblingly.

"It's really young, 18 years old, there is still something to be done, don't be afraid, bear paper king."

Fujimoto extinguished the smoke and said with relief: "The times are different now. Even Yakuza can’t live by killing, killing and killing. There is no way to fill the stomach with murder and arson, like us, we are turning to the film and television industry. It’s okay, I heard that the guys in the Tiger King group have already sold milk tea, which is really not funny!"

"You are the nephew of that Tanaka guy, I will not embarrass you. But this idea, the life of the Fujimoto group is not easy, you have to understand. If you really want to find a job, you must sign this."

A contract was dropped from Yamashita's hand and landed on the table.

The densely packed articles are filled with almost every inch of space, which is complicated and unusual, but if you look closely, it is nothing more than selling yourself.

"If you sign this, you are our Fujimoto filmmaker. Rest assured, we will not treat you badly." Fujimoto grinned, showing big yellow teeth, smiling: "Your appearance is pretty good, good luck, said It may become a hit when you dress up."

After that, everyone in the room laughed.

Just look at the messy posters on the wall to know what the ghost film they made is, and the taste is a bit heavier. I am afraid that the crows will be spicy eyes when they see it. It is really sighing.

But what other options are there for the poor, weak and helpless paperwork person?

Only obediently sign.

Sell ​​your cheap life.

"It's good, it's good to hold paper king, the man must be decisive, to win the future!"

Fujimoto smiled and handed in a form: "If you have already joined, then look at the form, check the acceptable items, don't be dismissed, this is to make money, not cold."

On the form, there are a lot of things that are unsightly and the law is not too good.

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

But next, their turn was dumbfounded.

Because the paperworker picked up the pen and began to quickly pick up the things above, no line was empty.

"Hey! Hold paper, don't write!" Yamashita's eyes widened and scolded: "Are you serious!"

"Everything!"

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

"..."

In silence, the Yakuza in the room glanced at each other, revealing a meaningful look.

"Since this is the case, then I will come to test it myself." Fujimoto slowly stood up, loosened his slacks with a smile, and pointed to the door next to him: "You go ahead and wait for me, I will come soon. "

When I opened the door in the room, I saw a narrow bedroom full of rotten paper and a crumpled bed that had turned yellow.

The smell of body odor, perspiration and a rancid smell came, making people frown.

Soon, Fujimoto hummed and walked in with a big swing, smiling at the paperless amateur: "Amateur, don't be nervous, let's go to bed first."

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

After the paper hesitated seated on the bed, he saw that he didn't know where he pulled it. In an instant, the whole bed began to descend quickly, like an elevator, sinking, and after passing through a short space, I entered... a wide basement with tatami mats resembling a dojo!

Several burly men waved sweat in the equipment area next to them, and after seeing Fujimoto they came down and greeted enthusiastically.

Without exception, these people have some strange characteristics.

Or scales, or hair.

"Here... where is it?" asked the paper anxiously.

"It's a warehouse for us, but we haven't been doing drugs for a long time. We just changed it and used it as a gym."

Fujimoto walked in front and said: "Since you were introduced by Tanaka from your hometown, it is reliable if you want to come. I will not hide you, after all, it is just a gym. But, Huai Jun, there are some things you can't joke about. of."

In his hand, he took the form that had just been filled with pocket paper and shook it.

Even the columns for debt collection, lending, and black work are all checked, and the red options for personnel assignments and backfires are all checked. Even the meaningless columns of smuggling, drug ban, murder, and extortion are marked. Checkmark...

It's almost a decision to work in the underworld, and I can't look back on this road.

"I said, Huai Zhijun, we do occasionally do some intermediary work for the people in our hometown. Although they are all insignificant positions, at least they can earn a meal.

This year, it's not easy for mixed breeds to live well. If you are busy, you can help. I came here that way. But you... this is too much to say? "

Fujimoto took off his wig, exposing his bare head and three strange sharp horns, and exhorted seriously: "You are only 18 years old, and you haven't reached the point of nowhere, why be so radical?"

"me……"

The paper shuddered with excitement, and then shouted loudly: "I joined Green Sun sincerely!"

For a time, the room was silent.

In the silence, everyone looked at each other, and the look at the paper was cold and uncomfortable.

Fujimoto's complexion gradually became somber: "Huai Zhijun, there are some words that can't be said nonsense."

"Uncle Tanaka told me! Only in this way can money be the fastest! I came out with determination!" Huai paper widened his eyes, forgetting to be afraid, and shouted the words in his stomach upside down: "Please I beg you, Mr. Fujimoto, I am willing to do anything, this is my life's request, please!"

Fujimoto did not speak, waved his hand to shut up, and a few people came over to stop him.

Then looking back, Fujimoto took the phone and walked to the corner. After getting through, he began to scold Tanaka at the other end.

Vaguely heard Tanaka's voice on the phone.

"That child couldn't help it...Yes, his parents had advanced symptoms, and he was half alive...I also gave him a clear way... Besides, there is no one who knows how to mix the hybrid and the green sun. ...Which of us as Yakuza's hybrids didn't have a leg with Green Sun..."

And Fujimoto was still scolding, until the scolding was over, and finally he was relieved, looking back at the distressed paper, scratching his bald head in exasperation.

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

Huai Paper struggled excitedly and shouted: "Even if you don't want me here, I won't leave. I will go to the Tiger King group and the Yamada group. Someone will ask me!"

Fujimoto's face is getting more and more ugly, and he still has no idea what kind of urine his fellow gangs have.

As a gangster, the Fujimoto group was considered to have switched careers earlier, and now they can still live well by relying on a few colored video tapes and a bunch of businesses that lead the way to the Custom Street. The Tiger King Group, which apparently sells milk tea, actually does the act of hiding the banned drugs in the milk tea raw materials. As for the Yamada team, it’s simply the sale of organs... there is really no humanity at all.

Allow this little hybrid to go to that kind of place. Even if UU reads www.uukanshu.com, it will still be able to survive, and there will be no dead body in a short time.

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

"I, I am serious!"

"...Very good, at least it's a little manly now, bear paper."

Fujimoto smoked two cigarettes fiercely, then raised his foot, stepped on the cigarette butt, and spit out disdainful green smoke.

"If you come to the Fujimoto group to introduce work, I can introduce you to a living salary, even if you look at it, is it not every man's dream to be a male actor? There are so few men in the industry, you can do it for you... but Green Day, Green Day's work is different."

He said in a cold voice, "Wai Zhijun, if you want to join, please pass me."

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