Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Chapter 136 Genjiro Arranged a Job for You

Although Sakura Yabuki was staring at him with wide eyes, Lu Mingfei felt that his behavior just now was still considered normal.

For example, he would ask Ms. Yabuki Sakura why she would wear two layers of stockings in the middle of summer.

How did you know I had a knife strapped to my leg?

Sakura Yabuki rubbed her neck.

"I'm sorry for staring at your legs."

Lu Mingfei apologized loudly.

He had just used his Secret-Seeking Hand to examine the material of Sakura Yabuki's inner stockings. It was actually a soft armor made of special fibers mixed with metal wires. In addition to her thighs, her chest and abdomen were also covered by the soft armor.

"Miss Sakura's legs are beautiful, aren't they?"

A flippant voice rang out, and a man with a cold, pale face and thin-rimmed glasses walked over. However, when he saw Sakura Yabuki sitting on the ground rubbing her neck, his expression changed.

There were three people in total. The two men in black suits were walking briskly in front.

One wore glasses, the other wore crocodile-skin shoes, and as they walked, their black suits were open, revealing embroidered yakshas and female ghosts on the lining.

However, the two men in black suits left space in the middle of the mountain path, and a young man in a black trench coat with a handsome face stepped over them and pulled up Sakura Yabuki.

"Young Master."

Sakura Yabuki lowered her head.

"Are you alright?"

"I asked the young man."

Sakura Yabuki shook her head and glanced at Lu Mingfei beside her: "Luckily, this brat intervened, otherwise I might really be in the hospital."

She was admitted to the hospital, not killed. Sakura Yabuki had a locator on her, and after receiving the text message, her teammates rushed over as quickly as possible. Hybrids have strong vitality, and with her physique, it wouldn't be a problem for her to struggle until someone came to rescue her.

"Yuan Zhisheng."

The young man spoke fluent Chinese. After introducing himself, he extended his hand to Lu Mingfei: "Thank you for your help."

"足各日月非: (Japanese)?"

"Feel sorry."

Genji switched to Japanese, "Thank you for saving Sakura."

Upon first seeing the young man, Genjiro's intuition told him that the other person was not Japanese, so he made a probing question.

However, judging from his reaction, he probably overthought things.

Yuan Zhisheng reintroduced himself, explaining that he was handling a private family matter and had inadvertently dragged Lu Mingfei into it. He then politely asked Lu Mingfei if he had any identification.

In 2008, Japan did not yet issue a unified national identity card, and real-name registration was not required to buy train tickets.

But since they are students traveling, they will surely have plenty of student IDs that can be used to buy discounted tickets to scenic spots.

"Asano Morinaga?"

Genji looked at the student ID in his hand with a strange expression: "It really is—a very proper name."

It feels like a Chinese person hearing high school students named Li Cunxiao, Huang Yanzhang, and Zhang Guangsi.

It's not that the name is problematic, but rather that it's not well-suited to modern society.

Lu Mingfei scratched his face, revealing a hint of resentment, as if to say, "What can I do about the name my parents gave me?"

By the way, this guy has quite a few wishes displayed above his head.

[Torture of Genji]

[This facilitated the reconciliation of the Genji brothers]

Sending giant tortoises to sell sunscreen on French beaches

[Attending the wedding of Genjiro and Ms. Sakura]

[Collect Spider Cutter]

【————】

The guy with glasses also had a wish on his head. Although he hadn't introduced himself yet, Lu Mingfei already knew his name.

The crow, or Saeki Ryuji.

While Genjiro and Lu Mingfei were talking, Glasses Guy Crow and Leather Shoe Guy Yaksha were squatting at the entrance of the shrine, smoking and chatting, showing no intention of supporting their boss.

"Has Asano-kun killed someone before?"

Yuan Zhisheng returned the student ID to Lu Mingfei.

He no longer doubted the identity of the young man opposite him. The main reason was that Genjiro didn't know that there was such a thing as system power in this world. He could only tell that the other party had a very standard Tokyo accent, which could not be cultivated without living in Tokyo for many years.

"I didn't kill anyone, but I worked at a fresh fish shop and I often killed fish."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head. "I'm not cut out for studying. I can't concentrate on my books, so I guess I'll have to find a way to make some money."

He felt that his hints were pretty obvious: I just saved your men, so it's not too much to ask that you give them some work, right?

Before coming here, Lu Mingfei did his research and found that Japanese gangsters are different from other gangsters in the world.

If we had to put it bluntly, the Japanese Yakuza are a kind of government-recognized self-governing organization, in other words, they have a mass base.

The reason this happened is essentially due to the incompetence of parliament and the mediocrity of the prime minister—the so-called "mountains are high and the emperor is far away," and in the corners where the government's power could not fill the gaps, the underworld grew wildly.

Since he was going to take control of the Snake Clan in the future, he certainly couldn't be detached from the masses. Lu Mingfei also had the idea of ​​going deep into the grassroots and planned to understand how local community organizations operated.

As expected, upon hearing this, Genji thought for a moment and asked, "Does Asano-kun know how to drive?"

"Although I don't have a driver's license, I have no problem driving."

Lu Mingfei said.

Yuan Zhisheng nodded and took out a business card from his pocket.

"I have a job here. If Asano-kun doesn't mind, you might want to apply."

He called the crow over: "Take Asano-kun to the flower shop tomorrow and tell them that Asano-kun is a very courageous person."

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The crow, beaming with delight, immediately bowed and said, "Hello!"

"flower shop?"

Lu Mingfei was completely bewildered, and immediately protested like a delusional teenager: "Hey, I'm the man who's going to be the team leader—"

"Slap."

"6

A hand landed on his shoulder, and the crow, very familiarly, put his arm around him and led him down the mountain: "Kid, don't be so ambitious. Do you know who that was? That's our family's young master. He personally selected you. You've really struck it rich this time—"

The next day.

Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo.

"Wait, buddy, you really want me to deliver flowers?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the white bread truck beside him, somewhat bewildered.

At this moment, he was standing in front of a fairly large flower shop. After the shop assistants greeted him, they loaded baskets of flowers onto a van.

The van had been modified so that only the driver and front passenger seats were usable, and the rest of the van had been removed to store flowers.

Lu Mingfei's job is to deliver flowers from the florist to designated nightclubs every evening, and then he can go home to sleep.

"Kid, what's wrong with sending flowers?"

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The crow chuckled and came closer, a mellow Seven Star cigarette dangling from its beak: "I'll pay you 800,000 a month, that's a pretty high income in Tokyo."

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"Aren't we gangsters?"

"Of course, otherwise how would we run a nightclub?"

"I thought Mr. Genjiro's mention of the 'flower shop' was a metaphor, like some kind of slang about a living person turning into a tree—"

"Young people these days are a bit too radical. We in the underworld value forbearance and loyalty—you're not one of those niche Hong Kong film enthusiasts, are you?"

The crow was very suspicious.

He knew that on the other side of the sea, Chinese people had made the "Young and Dangerous" film series, but these films were too different from Japanese yakuza culture, so they were not very popular in Japan.

"Because you saved Miss Sakura, the boss really appreciates you. Although he doesn't say it, he's found you a great job."

The crow offered advice in a senior-like manner: "Don't always think about fighting and killing. A petty thug who doesn't use his brain will be a petty thug his whole life."

Lu Mingfei stared at the wish in the barrage above his head: "May the crow finish junior high school," and fell silent for a moment.

Crow, who hadn't even finished compulsory education, was already a strategist in Yuan Zhisheng's team, boasting of being a figure like Zhuge Liang—Lu Mingfei silently mourned the future of this little group.

At 5:30 p.m., all the flowers were loaded onto the truck, and Lu Mingfei got into the driver's seat.

Since it was his first time delivering flowers, the florist arranged for a senior employee to handle the handover. There was another vehicle following in front of the van, and Lu Mingfei only needed to follow behind it and memorize the route.

To Lu Mingfei's surprise, Crow also squeezed in and sat in the passenger seat.

Noticing his gaze, Crow grinned and leaned back in his chair: "That's a nightclub in Kabukicho, with the most beautiful girls in all of Tokyo. Imagine lying on a pair of white, fleshy thighs, that soft touch—"

He closed his eyes, pressed his index finger against his temple, and looked completely absorbed.

Yes, Raven, the team's strategist, is the owner of the "Ghost Brain." Even when his teammates are covered in black soft armor, he can use his powerful imagination to transform them into a female ninja from Africa in his mind.

"You like Miss Sakura."

Lu Mingfei suddenly said.

The crow's expression froze instantly.

"W-what are you saying—"

The crow stammered, "Sakura is my colleague, we're all so familiar with each other, how could I possibly have feelings for her? Even if I did, it would only be physical—"

She doesn't like you.

The bread truck in front had already started moving, and Lu Mingfei followed it in his car.

The crow opened its beak, somewhat annoyed and angry: "You brat, what do you know about love? How dare you lecture your elders—"

"She likes your young master, and your young master likes her too, but they're both like taciturn people, so neither of them has confessed to the other."

Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"This is subtlety, do you even understand what subtlety is?"

The crow muttered something, and then started saying things like the young master knew Miss Sakura when he was young, and the young master's real dream was to sell sunscreen on nudist beaches.

In short, with just a little guidance from Lu Mingfei, he managed to get a lot of information out of him.

As for the rest, there's not much to say. The flower delivery went very smoothly. When the van stopped in front of the nightclub, Lu Mingfei didn't even need to show his ID. The waiters who recognized the van would unload all sorts of flowers. He just needed to take a small notebook and make a note of it.

This job is incredibly easy and well-paid, but Lu Mingfei just can't understand what the connection is between delivering flowers to a nightclub and a "glamorous job."

Furthermore, Genji specifically mentioned the description "having courage"—what kind of courage does it take to send flowers?

Lu Mingfei vaguely sensed that this matter was probably not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

The crow went to the nightclub to look at girls, and Lu Mingfei found a box of Gentle Seven Stars in his pocket. This was the reward from the crow, to be used to pay for the fare.

Lu Mingfei parked his bread truck in a secluded corner, not afraid of getting a ticket. In Shinjuku Ward, this car had more privileges than an official vehicle—can you believe it? Because his flower delivery truck was a registered private vehicle of his family, and Shinjuku Ward was actually the "capital" of the Hebi-Hachi family, where the power of the yakuza was greater than that of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Tokyo is a very hot place.

Lu Mingfei wasn't driving; he was walking.

When Lu Mingfei looked at Tokyo during the day, he vaguely felt that something was wrong with the city, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it until night fell and the city's neon lights shone on the ground, at which point Lu Mingfei realized what the problem was.

There is very little greenery in Tokyo, especially in the core business district. During the day, walking around here, all you see is the color of steel and concrete, which makes you feel inexplicably depressed.

However, it is really beautiful at night. As the most prosperous city in Asia, Tokyo's night view can only be described as shocking to Chinese people in this era. It is like a movie and completely meets people's imagination of a "big city".

Perhaps it was because he was in a foreign country, or perhaps it was because the sorrow of blood was taking effect after his bloodline awakened, but Lu Mingfei walked alone on the streets of the big city and felt a sense of alienation from everything around him for no reason.

Even though the spatial distance hadn't changed, everything around him felt alienated. Pedestrians hurried past him with their heads down, like non-interactive NPCs in a game.

Lu Mingfei suddenly understood the stallion-like patriarch of the Gattuso family.

The fact that Mr. Pompeii could spend 20 out of 24 hours a day with women was not necessarily because he was addicted or eager to reproduce.

A more likely explanation is that, suffering from his superior bloodline, Blood Sorrow relentlessly pursued him like a mad dog, forcing the Pompeii patriarch to constantly interact with others and keep himself occupied in order to fill the void of alienation he felt from the world.

After all, in the world of hybrid races, there has always been a study that suggests that the Black King created other dragon kings not because he needed helpers, but because he was too lonely.

Even the mighty Dragon Ancestor couldn't escape the clutches of Blood Sorrow; the value of the underlying code is simply too high.

Lu Mingfei really wants to interact with people now, like saying a few bad things and getting criticized, or hearing others say a few bad things.

He turned into a bar.

Incidentally, the fake ID card Su Enxi gave him was for a minor—according to 2008 regulations, in Japan, one must be 20 years of age or older to be considered an adult.

Yes, in Japan, you can get married at eighteen, but you can only drink alcohol after you turn twenty.

Fortunately, in a place where even train tickets aren't registered with real names, the regulations on places like bars and nightclubs won't be too strict.

Moreover, this was the stronghold of the underworld. They only looked at Lu Mingfei's face and asked how old he was before letting him in.

Lu Mingfei casually ordered a glass of foreign liquor and stared blankly at the bar.

Suddenly, someone came up to him with a wine glass: "What lovely eyes, so sad, yet hiding a lion."