Chapter 137 What is the fate of the watchman who earns tens of thousands of dollars a month?
Chapter 137: What kind of fate is this watcher trying to make tens of thousands of dollars in a month?
Author: calm office worker
Chapter 137: What kind of fate is this watcher trying to make tens of thousands of dollars in a month?
In the distance is the fungus tree that is blazing into the sky. The terrifying monster is twisting and turning. The ground is shaking under its movements, and vibrations are happening every moment, like a big earthquake.
The pistol Yamamoto pointed at Kamikawain Sakura seemed to be shaking. It was not clear whether it was due to the earthquake or a trembling hand.
"Master!" Yuan Zhuai's voice came from not far away.
Then Yuan Zhiai and the squad leader hurried over, but seemed stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.
If Qiao Shuya was pointing a gun at the witch and Li Gou was nervous at the side, they would still think it was normal. But now it is Li Gou who is pointing a gun at the witch and Qiao Shua is looking at her with questions, which makes them confused.
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Qiao Shuya just nodded slightly. Neither of them seemed to be injured, so Qiao Shuya didn't care anymore and continued to look at Yamamoto.
At this time, whether it was due to the increase in temperature, Kamikawain Sakura woke up and saw the gun pointed at her. The person holding the gun was none other than Yamamoto.
She scanned the scene slightly, and instantly understood what was going on. She just smiled and looked at Yamamoto as if she was having fun.
Although Shua Kihashi didn't see the miko stabbing Yamamoto in the first half, he knew the whole thing in the second half. Coupled with the wooden dagger in the miko's hand, he could figure out with a little guessing what the huge penetrating wound on Yamamoto's waist was.
What's going on?
"Colluding with strange demons and then stabbing the watchman in the back and seriously injuring him. If it is put under the law of the People's Federation, what crime should it be?" Qiao Shuya asked.
Yamamoto opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word.
"Yamamoto, tell me."
On the side, Yuan Zhiai raised his hand and said: "Death penalty! Failure to report for being involved with a strange demon is a suspended death sentence in itself. If you add the attack on the watcher, the crime will be increased. Any court will impose the death penalty and execute it immediately."
Qiao Shuya rolled his eyes at this young apprentice, and Yuan Zhiai shrank his neck for a moment.
In the end, Qiao Shuya just sighed, took out the phone and said: "Qiao Shuya has completed the task, and the entire site has been handed over to the logistics department. I am ready to evacuate."
"Okay, come back." The old man's voice came over the phone.
He turned around and waved his hand, and just said: "Let's go back to Tokyo. We have to go to school tomorrow."
Then he strode away without paying any attention to Yamamoto, who was looking astonished at this moment.
"Oh, wait for us!"
A few people seemed to be joking and preparing to leave. The association's large forces were here, and there was no need to leave the finishing work to them. He had already seen a large number of association teams in Jiutian Village carrying flamethrowers and masks, and saw corpses.
People will spit fire, and when they see normal people, they will be taken away for examination.
Even though there are still a large number of corpses to be cleaned up in the future, firstly, there is no need to be passive in cleaning this thing, and secondly, it seems that the team carrying flamethrowers can solve it in half an hour, so there is no need for him to improvise.
Just after a few people left, they heard gunshots coming from Yamamoto's original direction, which was quickly covered up even in the noisy Jiutian Village.
The steps of several people paused, and both the squad leader and Yuan Zhiai looked in that direction in astonishment.
"Let's go, we haven't had dinner yet," Qiao Shuya urged.
Finally, he looked at the fungus tree that was dying in the flames. He turned an entire village into a experimental field on such a large scale, occupied a shrine so arrogantly, and hollowed out the entire shrine to raise such a terrifying monster.
Can this strange demon alone do this? Is there anyone on the human side who can help the village?
Qiao Shuya had such doubts in his heart.
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When a few people came to the jeep, the squad leader may have a lot of questions, but she was not the kind of person who would inquire deeply. Instead, she did not speak and was thinking to herself.
However, Yuan Zhi'ai was the one who spoke directly. After igniting the engine, he immediately asked: "Master, why did you leave like this just now?"
Qiao Shuya looked out the window quietly. Outside the window was still the flame that dyed the entire night sky orange. The fungus tree had not yet been burned out, and it seemed that another helicopter was sending another incendiary bomb or oxidizer bomb.
Anyway, the burning is getting hotter.
"Then what should I do?" Qiao Shuya asked.
"Of course it's killing..." Yuan Zhi'ai just started, but stopped when he said the word "kill".
"So, it's enough for us to do our own jobs well. As for the rest, why do we care so much?" Qiao Shuya laughed.
"Ah, this..." Minamoto Chiai was speechless for a moment. Only now did she realize that it was not appropriate for them to make the decision on how to deal with the miko. It would be best for Yamamoto to do it himself or leave it to the association.
They do it, which is equivalent to actively taking the blame on oneself. Only a pot king with dozens of eyeballs on his arms would like to take the blame so much.
Qiao Shuya looked at his young apprentice with the look of an old father watching a stupid kid go to college, and said: "This is the fourth lesson I teach you, master. At any time in the workplace, never take the blame or take the blame."
Don't stick to the pot. If you learn these three things, you will be invulnerable. It's rare to be a show-off in life."
Yuan Zhiai nodded, and the squad leader who was eavesdropping on the back seat also nodded.
"Why do you sound like a veteran in the workplace? You have only been a watchman for two and a half years, right?" Yuan Zhiai asked.
"Two and a half years is enough for a newbie to become an old man." Qiao Shuya sighed.
The jeep started and began to stagger home on the country road.
"By the way, Master, I have been improving in terms of abilities these days, but my agility and strength have not improved at all. Do you have any clues?" Yuan Zhi'ai asked.
"Didn't I tell you before?" Qiao Shuya was a little doubtful. He had mentioned the price of arcane wisdom when he gave it to him. At that time, the young apprentice was so happy that he forgot about other things after hearing that he could master it quickly, right?
"Is there any?" Yuan Zhi Ai was suspicious.
"Yes..." Qiao Shuya himself doubted his memory. He seemed to have paid the price, right?
"Have it?"
"Is there...?"
When the jeep returned to Tokyo, Qiao Shuya first sent the squad leader home. After waving goodbye, the master and the apprentice prepared to go home and cook for themselves.
Unfortunately, after being busy for a while, I discovered that the natural gas at home was faulty. At this time, the gas company had already got off work, and the appointment could only wait until tomorrow. The two of them could only go to the izakaya and make do with it.
The decoration in this izakaya is very simple. There is no part-time JK holding a flower umbrella at the door of the previous large izakaya, nor is there a gimmick like a general making tuna sushi with an ice knife.
Some of them are just a bland environment, with tables of social animals in suits and ties exchanging drinks.
This is the normal situation in District 11. The main customers of the izakaya are these social animals who are socializing. Every day, there will be a large group of nodding and bowing social animals in the izakaya, drinking from the time the curtain falls and drinking until the early morning.
Social entertainment? Relationship? Or workplace PUA?
This is not because they love wine. For these social beasts, this is also part of work. Maybe after drinking, they have to go to KTV to sing. It is not to sing their own songs, but to order songs that their boss likes.
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This place is full of the smell of wine and the hypocrisy of social animals pushing glasses for each other. It lacks the peaceful dining atmosphere, but has more low-level fireworks and helplessness.
"Are you used to the environment here? If not, we'll find another one." Qiao Shuya asked Xiang Yuan Zhi'ai.
"Huh? What's wrong with this?" Yuan Zhi'ai looked confused.
Qiao Shuya smiled like an old father, but today he thought he ordered a cup of oolong tea instead of Coke.
The two of them were about to deal with it casually, but unexpectedly, an uninvited guest came again. This uninvited guest was even an acquaintance of the two.
"Long time no see, Senior Qiao. Thanks to you, our Meiji Shrine will be open after being closed for only half a month." A figure filled with the temperament of the eldest lady of the family sat next to Shuya Qiao.
Even at this moment, the originally noisy izakaya seemed to have quieted down, and the drunken gangsters all looked here with shocked eyes.
Nagano Saki, the eldest daughter of the Nagano family, is the chief minister of Meiji Shrine.
Qiao Shuya: "..."
He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that the girl in front of him seemed to have a strong sense of complaint in her tone.
No matter what, let's get started.
"Also, good evening, Senior Sister Yuan." She also greeted Yuan Zhi'ai.
"Who is your school girl?" Yuan Zhi'ai pushed back directly, not being used to this woman who he didn't like.
"Okay, okay, I already know about the school girl coming to independent international high school. The name of 'a freshman in high school' is very loud." Nagano Saki just said with a smile.
"You!" Yuan Zhi'ai was instantly angry like a pufferfish.
In the first round of the showdown, Yuan Zhiai was completely defeated.
"Senior Qiao, the Nagano family has decided to have more in-depth cooperation and interest bundling with the Watcher Association." Nagano Saki looked at Qiao Shuya, as if showing a fox tail.
"Huh?" Qiao Shuya's hands paused, but he continued to cook.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly and get out of here. This is not the place for a young lady like you, who has no money to do with her hands." Yuan Zhiai crossed his chest and said angrily.
"Haha, Senior Qiao, we also want to have deeper cooperation with the Watcher Association, for example, a marriage?" Nagano Saki said.
Qiao Shuya's hand stopped for a moment while Nagano Saki also stood up and left without any intention of staying and saying anything more.
Looking at her back, Yuan Zhi'ai just said disdainfully: "Sure enough, these local families in District 11 only have such a narrow vision. I thought they must have some advanced strategy, but I didn't expect that they only know about marriage and giving away women.
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Watching Qiao Shuya continue to immerse himself in the meal, Yuan Zhiai urged anxiously: "Master, can you say something? Do you like that kind of person? That hypocritical woman is really not as good as those glasses
Where’s the weird girl with braided braids?”
Qiao Shuya: "..."
He took a deep breath and said: "Okay, okay, the education I have received so far does not support me eating soft food. I have a good appetite and like to eat harder food. They have misjudged the wrong person."
"That's right, that's right. This makes sense." Yuan Zhiai crossed his arms and showed a victorious expression.
Where does her damn desire to win come from?
"By the way, Master, did Huahua tell you that he wants you to arrange a room? He will come back to practice next week." Yuan Zhi'ai looked at his phone and after seeing this message, he hurriedly handed it to Qiao Shuya.
before.
"Oh, then I'll find a way to sort out the second floor..."
The two of them didn't seem to have anything different about having a panda living together. After all, as long as Lao Chen didn't drink, he was pretty reliable, probably.
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At this time, in the port area of Tokyo, in a manor.
This is the manor of the Hakuba family. Because the Suzuka family near the Imperial Palace was wiped out by the subspace disaster, many big families no longer live there for a long time, and they may be afraid of being exposed to bad luck.
The Baima family is not an old-line Chinese family, but a new aristocratic class that stood out during the Restoration before the advent of the strange demons, also known as the Restoration aristocracy.
In this era, the reform aristocrats are not inferior to the old Chinese families. At this stage, the Hakuba family is considered to be the top group in control of the entire 11th district, and is no worse than the previous Suzuka family.
Before the Suzuka family was destroyed, the Hakuba family was an ally of the Suzuka family, and at the same time, the family business managed a biological laboratory at Tokyo University.
At this time, the head of the Baima family was eating leisurely on the desk with a bowl of white rice. However, the door was pushed open, and someone rushed in in a panic and said: "Master, it's not good!"
"What's wrong? Has something happened to the consortium again?" The head of the Baima family asked his panicked subordinates while holding the meal.
"No, it's Jiutian Village. All the samples there have been cleared." said the subordinate.
"What did you say!" The head of the Baima family immediately stood up and clenched the bowl in his hand.
"Association investigation, the experiment was destroyed..." the subordinate could only repeat again.
"What on earth is the laboratory doing? If this continues, I will withdraw my capital!" The head of the Baima family slowed down and said calmly, "Okay, you can step aside for now."
After his subordinates left, the head of the Baima family became more and more angry.
"Wow!" He slammed the rice in his hand on the table. It was obvious that he was about to succeed. What on earth was the abbot over there doing?
He immediately took out his phone and dialed a number: "Investigate for me the watchmen who discovered the problem in Jiutian Village today. I need to know all the information about those people."
And soon, the information about Qiao Shuya and Yamamoto was placed in front of him.
He directly threw Yamamoto's aside and focused on Qiao Shuya.
"Oh, is that him? Is he the diabetic?" The head of the Hakuba family looked at Qiao Shuya's information with disdain. He had an impression of this person. After all, the Suzuka family wanted to use him as a breakthrough to bring down the association last time, but
The Suzuka family died tragically.
"Ha, I think he has a way to kill himself!" The head of the Baima family snorted coldly, focusing on the weaknesses in the intelligence.
It is written above that Qiao Shuya said: soda, sugar, special photography, money (suspected), women (went to Custom Street)...
He snorted disdainfully again, it was diabetes that delayed his plan again, you really deserve to die! You really deserve to die, little brat!
The head of the Baima family made another phone call and said in a disdainful tone: "How much is that Qiao Shuya's annual salary?"
"Probably we can earn several million." The other side returned.
The head of the Baima family said: "Then tell him, the Baima family asked him to be a consultant, and the annual salary is 10 million. Forget it, the annual salary is 100 million! I really can't figure out what those watchmen are doing when they only earn tens of millions a year.
Damn it!"
After that, hang up the phone immediately.
Then he felt something was wrong, so he quickly called back and said in a very disdainful tone: "By the way, your attitude must be better. It's best to treat him as more respectful than my father. Do you understand?"
Even though the person on the other side of the phone was silent, how could the Baima family owner say such cowardly words in the most arrogant tone?
After everything was arranged, he looked at the rice on the chopping board and saw that no one was around, so he silently put the rice back into his bowl...