COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

So the gin on the mission, and Moscato, who was talking sweetly as if he didn't want money in the pile of women, both received news from the brandy.

"Excuse me." The bronze-skinned man wearing a deep V shirt recklessly, revealing bronze chest muscles and abs, chuckled and kissed the back of the girl's hand, Shi Shiran stood up and left.

The girl who was kissed on the back of her hand was obviously the first time she had come to such a place, and her face instantly turned red.

In the end, I carefully ordered three more bottles of wine.

But he never waited for the other party to come back.

Instead, a new cowherd sat beside her.

"I'm sorry, the boss seems to have left beforehand. If you don't mind, will I come to accompany you next?" The new cowherd said with doting eyes.

"Okay...Okay." The girl blushed.

So many handsome guys serving...

This shop…

It's just heaven-!

…

Moscato, who has never returned, has changed his clothes at this moment, dressed himself like a frustrated man who has encountered difficulties in his career, and got into the gin car.

"Why did the young master suddenly think of letting us go... to borrow money?" Moscato asked naturally as he got into the car.

"Isn't that what the kid is like? If you think about it, it will come out." Jin Jiu replied with a sneer.

"Don't say that, especially in front of me." The man with black curly hair and bronze complexion narrowed his honey-colored eyes slightly, showing a different look from most members of Yu's organization.

The look of a ruler.

"The young master is still very reliable," said the godfather of the Italian Mafia.

"Huh." Gin's voice was indifferent.

Too lazy to say anything more to this lackey.

Anyway, in the eyes of those lackeys, Kaa is the most perfect.

"Is it here?" Siquan looked at the hotel in front of him.

Looking at the rearview mirror of the car, I sorted out my appearance, trying to make myself look more pitiful and miserable, making sure that the mask on my face is just right, and the facial features are not distorted.

Then got out of the car.

"You two, do you want to stand next to me? I'll take the other party to see the car later." Moscato asked.

Gin got out of the car without saying a word.

Vodka watched the other party get out of the car, and quickly got out of the car.

"You don't need to pull out the key, it might be useful for a while." Moscato reminded again with a smile.

"I went to Dashanren to borrow money." He waved his hand and walked towards the hotel.

"Hello, may I ask if you are staying or dining, do you have an appointment?" the waiter standing at the door asked.

"None of them, I'm here to find your president." The man wearing a rigid and expensive but wrinkled suit said this.

"Looking for our president? What do you want?" The waiter was a little puzzled.

"I heard... Your president is willing to lend money to some people who are in trouble at a low price... You only need Yongche as a guarantee..." The man who looked very depressed tugged at his wrinkled suit with an embarrassed expression.

"I happen to have one here..." Pointing to the antique Porsche driveway parked outside the door.

"Porsche 356a is indeed a rare antique car..." The waiter looked at it and nodded.

"You sit here first." He led the man to a seat aside.

"Wait a minute, I'll inform our president right now." Xiao ran left.

After all, it is well known that the president likes these antique sports cars.

He would be happy to lend him money.

Moscato sat in his seat, trying his best to act as if he had come to ask someone to borrow money, and he looked stiff and embarrassed.

Finally, I waited until I was dressed in a neat and neat suit, and I was very injustice at first sight... Ahem, Mr. Teraizumi, who is very kind and generous.

"What's the name of this gentleman?" Mr. Siquan looked at the other party.

"My name is... My name is Daisuke Nakamura..." The man whose clothes were wrinkled and very downcast tightened the corners of his clothes.

"Mr. Terizumi, you... can you lend me 100 million yen?" asked cautiously.

"One hundred million yen? Of course, what guarantee do you use?" Mr. Terizumi narrowed his eyes.

"I still have a car, a Porsche 356a. I'll use it as a guarantee." Daisuke Zhoucun, a destitute man, said hesitantly.

A Porsche 356a, which was sold at auction for £920,000.

nearly 200 million yen.

Using this car to borrow 100 million yen is more than enough.

Mr. Teraizumi already wanted to laugh in his heart.

Shouldn't it be those fools who were deceived, they were the only ones who didn't want to be deceived, so they deceived others on purpose.

Isn't this rushing to deliver him a car?

"Of course you can. Speaking of which, you can use Porsche 356a as a guarantee. If you don't pay back the money, I will still earn it." Mr. Teraizumi said with a kind smile.

"I will definitely pay back the money as soon as possible." The poor middle-aged tone was firm.

"Don't worry." Mr. Siquan advised.

Better not to pay it back, just leave the car.

"Can you take me to see the car?" Mr. Teraizumi asked.

"Of course, right at the door." Daisuke Nakamura quickly agreed.

Bringing people to the door, the man with long silver hair who was smoking beside one of the cars glanced at them, turned his back to them and continued to smoke.

"It's not bad..." Mr. Teraizumi touched the black Porsche.

"It's well maintained..." As if touching his own things, he likes it very much.

"Of course, this is my favorite car." Daisuke Nakamura said sincerely.

"Then let's sign a contract? Do you have any documents?" Mr. Siquan said impatiently.

"Of course, I brought it all." The down-and-out man quickly took out a pile of documents from his clothes.

Mr. Teraquan asked a waiter on the side to print the contract.

Let another waiter go to the safe to get cash.

The two returned to the hotel.

The moment the man saw the money, he signed his name on the contract.

Mr. Teraquan took pictures of the documents on the side.

Specifically looked at the business license.

The name of a cowboy shop.

In my heart, I have already thought about who to help to destroy the business of this store.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Teraquan, you are such a good person." Daisuke Nakamura said sincerely.

"Where and where, I just help if I can." Mr. Siquan waved his hand with a humble look.

"Thank you very much, then I'll say goodbye first." The down-and-out man carried a box full of money, his face full of desire to make a comeback.

"Okay, okay, come to play next time." Mr. Teizumi said sincerely.

Next time you come again, the car will be mine.

…

Moscato got in the car~www.wuxiamtl.com~vodka and gin were already in the car.

After he got in, the vodka started the car.

"It's so deceiving..." Moscato tore off the mask on his face, took off his wrinkled suit, and unbuttoned his tight shirt, instantly turning from a poor middle-aged to a hormone-filled prodigal son .

The documents are of course fake, and the license plates are fake.

As for the so-called Cowherd Shop…

In fact, it is a competitor of the Cowherd shop in Moscato.

The boss is also not called Daisuke Nakamura.

Mr. Siquan wants to find someone to pay back the money? I can't find it in my life.

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