Chapter 697 From the Heart

"Name?"

Kyoto, Tamba District, a deserted custom street during the day, there is a signboard of 'Fujimoto Shoji' on the second floor window facing the street.

But anyone with a bit of common sense would know that the company in this kind of place would not be a regular company. Just by looking at the weird sign next to the signboard that resembled a family crest, one could already clearly understand the nature of the company.

Yakuza.

It doesn't matter whether they call it Yakuza or Yakuza. As a deep-rooted and dynamic folk organization in Yingzhou, getting involved with them will definitely not end well.

Now, just behind the table, the fat middle-aged man who smoked grinned, showing his big yellow teeth, looked at the person sitting opposite, and repeated it again.

"Name?"

"Embrace, embrace paper..."

"Well, Huai Zhi? It's a very rare surname. Where's your name?"

"A... amateur."

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

Several men in suits smoking on the sofa next to him looked at his quail-like appearance and smiled mockingly. A man with glasses like a cashier suddenly changed his expression, slapped the table and roared: "Brother asked your name, don't you understand? Do you want to explain this once and for all? You bastard! Do I want you to understand the consequences of being uneducated?!"

Visible to the naked eye, the young man sitting on the chair couldn't help but tremble and his face turned pale.

They look like the depressed young people that can be seen everywhere in Kyoto. They have no career, no job, and no education. They rely on temporary workers, robbery and abduction to make ends meet.

The clothes were all wrinkled, and what was more eye-catching was the face that had been malnourished for a long time or had not been exposed to the sun, and the long bangs, which always made people feel gloomy.

It is simply the best portrayal of cocooning, the classic incarnation of the Beat Generation.

Even the underworld looks down on such social scum. This kind of waste has no use except selling organs, and loan sharks will not lend it to them.

Of course, if the family members are very rich and can squeeze out a lot of money, that is another matter.

"Okay, Yamashita, don't get angry." The smoking 'eldest brother' waved his hand nonchalantly: "Isn't Tanaka your sworn brother in prison? Give face to the person he introduced."

Yamashita glanced coldly at Kaizhi Atoto, not knowing whether it was because this loser had reduced the prestige of his sworn brother, or whether it was because he had lost face, and he snorted coldly.

"So, what about age?"

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

"Eighteen." The paper-wielding amateur replied tremblingly.

"You are so young. At eighteen, you still have a lot to do. Don't be afraid, Lord Huai Zhi."

Fujimoto put out the cigarette and said with relief: "Times have changed. Now even Yakuza can't live by killing and killing people. Murder and arson can't fill their stomachs. People like us turn to the film and television industry. I'm living a good life, but I heard that the guys from the Tiger King group have gone to sell milk tea, which is really outrageous!"

"You are the nephew of that guy Tanaka. I won't embarrass you. But these days, the Fujimoto group is also having a hard time. You have to understand. If you really want to find a job, you have to sign this."

A piece of contract was thrown from Yamashita's hand and landed on the table.

The densely packed clauses fill almost every inch of space, and are extremely complicated, but if you look carefully, it is nothing more than the word "selling oneself."

"Sign this, and you will be our member of Fujimoto Film and Television. Don't worry, Mr. Huizhi, we will not treat you badly." Fujimoto grinned, showing a mouth full of big yellow teeth, and smiled: "You look pretty good, you are lucky, say Maybe you can become famous just by dressing up."

After saying this, everyone in the room burst into laughter.

Just by looking at the messy posters on the wall, you can tell what kind of movies they made. Some of them have a slightly stronger taste, and I'm afraid the crows will be irritated after seeing them. It really makes people lament that the world is declining.

But what choice does the poor, weak and helpless Naishi Amateur have?

I can only sign obediently.

Sold his cheap life.

"That's right, that's right, Lord Huai Zhi. A man must be decisive. Only by being decisive can you win the future!"

Fujimoto handed over a form with a smile on his face: "Since you have joined the team, then take a look at the form and just tick the items that are acceptable. Don't dislike it. This is all for making money, not shabby."

The form is filled with things that are unsightly and not allowed by the law.

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

But then, it was their turn to be stunned.

Because the paper-wielding amateur picked up the pen and began to check the things on it quickly, not a single line was left empty.

"Hey! Don't write random words on paper!" Yamashita's eyes widened and he shouted angrily: "Are you serious!"

"Everything is fine!"

Huai Zhi mustered up the courage, raised his head, and said in a trembling voice: "I am in urgent need of money. I can do whatever I want. Please, please!"

"..."

In the silence, the Yakuza in the room looked at each other with meaningful expressions.

"If that's the case, then I'm going to test it myself." Fujimoto stood up slowly, loosened his belt with a smile, and pointed to the door next to him: "Go in first and wait for me, I'll be here soon. "

When he opened the door to the inner room, he saw a narrow bedroom with pieces of torn paper everywhere and a crumpled and yellowed bed.

The smell of body odor, sweat and a bit of rancid smell made people frown.

Soon, Fujimoto was humming a song, walked in swaggering, and smiled at Atoto Atomo: "Atoto-kun, 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 to the newcomer: "Come on, I'll show you something good."

After Huai Zhi hesitantly sat on the bed, he saw that he had pulled something somewhere. In an instant, the entire bed began to move downwards rapidly, like an elevator, sinking. After passing through a long space, We entered... a spacious basement covered with tatami mats that looked like a dojo!

There were several burly men sweating in the equipment area next to them. When they saw Fujimoto and the others coming down, they all greeted him warmly.

Without exception, these people all have some strange characteristics.

Or scales, or hair.

"What...is this place?" Huai Zhi asked anxiously.

"This is a warehouse for us, but we haven't been doing banned drugs for a long time, so we might as well change it and use it as a gym."

Fujimoto walked in front and said: "Since you were introduced by that guy Tanaka from your hometown, you can be considered reliable, so I won't hide it from you. After all, it's just a gym. But, Mr. Huaiji, there are some things you can't joke about. of."

In his hand, he held the form he had just filled out and shook it.

Forget about the columns for debt collection, lending, and illegal work, the red options for personnel assignments and taking the blame are all checked, and even meaningless columns like smuggling, prohibited drugs, murder, and extortion are all marked. Check mark...

He has simply made up his mind to join the underworld and will never look back on this road.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Huai Zhi, we do occasionally do some intermediary work for people in my hometown. Although these are shady positions, at least we can make a living.

These days, it’s not easy for hybrids to live well. If anyone needs help, please help if you can. This is how I came here back then. But this... of yours is too much, right? "

Fujimoto took off his wig, revealing his bald head and three strange sharp horns. He warned seriously: "You are only eighteen years old, and you are not at the point of desperation yet. Why are you so radical?"

"me……"

Huai Zhi trembled with excitement, and then shouted loudly: "I join Green Day from the bottom of my heart!"

For a moment, there was silence in the room.

In the silence, everyone looked at each other, and their eyes turned cold and ominous when they looked at Huai Zhi.

Fujimoto's face gradually turned gloomy: "Kaiji-kun, there are some things you shouldn't say carelessly."

"Uncle Tanaka told me! This is the fastest way to make money! I came here because I made up my mind!" Huai Zhi's eyes widened and he forgot about his fear. He shouted out all the words in his mind: "Please Please, Mr. Fujimoto, I am willing to do anything, this is my life’s request, please!”

Fujimoto said nothing and waved his hand to signal him to shut up. Several people immediately came over to watch him.

Then turning around, Fujimoto took out his phone and walked to the corner. After getting through, he started angrily cursing Tanaka on the other end.

Tanaka's voice can be vaguely heard on the phone.

"There is nothing that can be done about that child... Yes, both parents are suffering from late-stage symptoms and are half dead... I also want to show him a clear path... Besides, is there anyone who doesn't know about the hybrid and Green Sun getting together? …Which of us Yakuza hybrids hasn’t had an affair with Green Sun…”

But Fujimoto was still cursing angrily, until he finished cursing, and finally relieved himself, he looked back at the worried Huazhi and scratched his bald head angrily.

"Hey, Huai Zhi, go back. I don't need people like you here."

Huai Zhi 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 always want me!"

Fujimoto's face became increasingly ugly. He still didn't know what his colleagues were like.

As a gangster, the Fujimoto-gumi changed careers relatively early, and now they can still make a good living relying on some colorful video tapes and a lot of business as a tour guide in the custom street. The Tiger King Group, on the surface, sells milk tea, but in fact they are hiding banned drugs in the raw materials of milk tea. As for the Yamada group, they are simply selling organs... They really have no humanity at all.

If you let this little bastard go to that kind of place, even if he is still alive, he will die without any body parts in a short time.

"Are you...serious?" Tengmen asked coldly, his face ashen.

"I-I'm serious!"

"...Very good, at least he looks a bit manly now, Huai Zhi."

Fujimoto took two long puffs of cigarette, then raised his foot, stamped out the cigarette butt, and blew out disdainful smoke.

"If you come to the Fujimoto team to introduce you to a job, I can introduce you to a living salary, and even look at it, isn't it every man's dream to be an actor? There are so few male actors in the industry, you can do your best to make everyone else's best. Death... But Green Day, Green Day’s work is different.”

He said coldly, "Mr. Huai Zhi, if you want to join the gang, please pass my test."