"Name?"
Kyoto, Danbo District. On the bleak Custom Street during the day, the signboard of "Fujimoto Corporation" was pasted on the second-floor window facing the street.
But anyone with a little common sense would know that this place would not be a regular company. Just by looking at the strange logo next to the signboard, the nature of this company was already clear.
Yakuza。
It didn't matter whether it was called Yakuza or Extreme Way. As a deep-rooted and vibrant civil organization in Yingzhou, it would definitely not end well to be associated with them.
Now, just behind the table, the fat middle-aged man who was smoking grinned, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth. He looked at the person sitting opposite him and repeated again.
"Name?"
"Huai, Huai paper …"
"En, Huai paper? A very rare surname, what's your name? "
"Su … Puren."
The fidgeting young man lowered his head and stuttered his name.
Several men in suits smoking on the sofa next to him looked at his quail-like appearance and laughed mockingly. A man wearing glasses like a cashier suddenly changed his expression, slammed the table and roared, "Big brother asked your name, don't you know to say it all at once? Bastard! Should I let you understand the consequences of being uneducated?! "
Visible to the naked eye, the young man sitting on the chair couldn't help but tremble, his face pale.
He looked like a dispirited young man everywhere in Kyoto. He had no career, no job, and no education. He relied on temporary jobs, stealing, and kidnapping to maintain his life.
His clothes were wrinkled, and what was more eye-catching was his face that had been malnourished for a long time or hadn't been exposed to the sun, and his long bangs made people feel gloomy.
It was simply the best portrayal of the Cocoon Dweller Clan, the classic incarnation of the defeated generation.
Even the underworld looked down on such social scum. This kind of useless waste that could only be used to sell organs, even loan sharks wouldn't let them out.
Of course, if the family was very rich, they could squeeze a lot of money out of them.
"Okay, Yamashita, don't get angry." The smoking 'big brother' waved his hand indifferently, "Isn't Tanaka your sworn brother in prison? He introduced you here, give him face. "
Yamashita coldly glanced at Huai paper. He didn't know if it was because this waste ruined the prestige of his sworn brother, or because he lost face, but he snorted coldly.
"What about age?"
Fujimoto Corporation, who was also the big brother of the Fujimoto Group, continued to ask.
"Eighteen." The paper effigy in his arms answered while trembling.
"You're really young. Eighteen years old. You still have a lot of potential. Don't be afraid, Mr. Huai Zhijun."
Fujimoto snuffed out the cigarette and comforted: "Times have changed. Now, even Yakuza can't rely on fighting and killing to get by. Killing and arson can't fill our stomachs. People like us who have turned to the film industry are still doing well. I heard that the guys from the Tiger King Team have already gone to sell milk tea. How outrageous! "
"You're Tanaka's nephew, so I won't make things difficult for you. But with this thought, the Fujimoto Gumi's life isn't easy either. You have to understand. If you really want a job, you have to sign this. "
A contract was thrown from the foot of the mountain and landed on the table.
The densely packed terms and conditions filled almost every inch of space. It was abnormally complicated, but if one looked carefully, it was nothing more than the word "sell your body".
"Sign this, and you'll be a member of Fujimoto Gumi Pictures. Don't worry, Mr. Huai Zhijun, we won't treat you badly." Fujimoto grinned, revealing a mouth full of big yellow teeth. He smiled: "Your appearance is quite good. If you're lucky, you might be able to become famous after dressing up."
After he finished speaking, everyone in the room roared with laughter.
Just by looking at the messy posters on the wall, one would know what the hell the film they were filming was about. Among them, there were some that had a slightly heavier taste. Even the Crows would have an eyesore if they saw it. It really made one sigh about the degeneration of public morals.
But what choice did the pitiful, weak, and helpless paper effigy have?
He could only sign obediently.
He sold his cheap life.
"Not bad, not bad, Mr. Huai Zhijun. A man should be decisive. Only by being decisive can you win the future!"
Fujimoto beamed with joy as he handed over a form: "Since you've already joined us, then take a look at the form. Just tick the items that you can accept. Don't mind. This is all for the sake of making money. It's not shameful."
The form was densely packed with things that were unsightly and not allowed by the law.
It was really not suitable to appear in front of the camera lens.
But then, it was their turn to be stunned.
Because Mr. Huai Zhijun picked up a pen and began to quickly tick off the things on the list. There was no blank line.
"Hey! Mr. Huai Zhijun, don't write nonsense! "Yamashita stared with wide eyes and angrily rebuked:" Are you serious! "
"All, all right!"
Mr. Huai Zhijun summoned his courage, raised his head, and said in a trembling voice: "I urgently need money. I can do anything. Please, please!"
"…"
In the silence, the Yakuza in the room looked at each other, revealing a meaningful look.
"Since that's the case, then I'll have to test it myself." Fujimoto slowly got up, loosened his belt with a smile, and pointed to the door next to him: "You go in first and wait for me. I'll be there soon."
Pushing open the inner door, he saw a narrow bedroom, with rotten paper all over the floor, and a wrinkled and yellowed bed.
The smell of body odor, sweat, and a rotten smell wafted over, making him frown.
Soon, Fujimoto swaggered in, humming a song, and smiled at Mr. Huai Zhijun: "Mr. Huai Zhijun, don't be nervous. Let's go to bed first."
He took the lead, took off his shoes, sat on the bed, and waved at the newcomer enthusiastically: "Come on, I'll show you something good."
Hesitantly, Huai Zhi sat down on the bed. Then, she watched as Chen Xiaolian pulled something. Instantly, the entire bed began to descend rapidly. Like an elevator, it descended. After passing through a considerable distance, it entered … … a spacious basement that resembled a dojo. It was covered with tatami mats!
There were also several burly men sweating in the equipment area next to it. When they saw Fujimoto and the others come down, they greeted them enthusiastically.
Without exception, these people had some strange characteristics on their bodies.
Some were scales, some were hair.
"Where … is this place?" Mr. Huai Zhijun asked uneasily.
"For the time being, this place can be considered as one of our warehouses. However, it has been a long time since we dealt with illicit drugs. So, we might as well change it and turn it into a gym."
Fujimoto walked in front and said: "Since you were introduced by that Tanaka fellow from his hometown, you should be reliable. I won't hide it from you. After all, this is just a gym. However, Mr. Huai Zhijun, there are some things that cannot be joked about. "
In his hand, Mr. Huai Zhijun held the form that Mr. Huai Zhijun had just filled out and waved it.
Forget about the sections on debt collection, loan lending, and illegal work. Even the sections on personnel assignment and taking the blame were all marked in red. Even the meaningless sections on smuggling, illicit drugs, murder and extortion were marked with ticks …
He had made up his mind to join the underworld and would not turn back on this path.
"I say, Mr. Huai Zhijun, we will occasionally do some intermediary work for the people from our hometown. Although they are all shady positions, they can at least earn a living.
These days, it is not easy for mixed-race people to live a good life. If anyone needs help, we will help them. Back then, I did the same. But you … no matter what, isn't this too much? "
Fujimoto took off his wig, revealing a bald head with three strange sharp horns. He sternly admonished: "You are only 18 years old. You are not at the end of your rope yet. Why do you have to be so radical?"
"I … I …"
Huai Zhijun trembled with excitement, then shouted loudly: "I joined Green Sun from the bottom of my heart!"
For a moment, the room was silent.
In the silence, everyone looked at each other. Then, they looked at Huai Zhijun with cold and uneasy eyes.
Fujimoto's face gradually darkened: "Mr. Huai Zhijun, there are some things that cannot be said carelessly."
"It was Uncle Tanaka who told me! This is the fastest way to make money! I came here because I made up my mind! " Huai Zhijun's eyes widened. He forgot to be afraid and shouted out the words in his stomach: "I beg you, Mr. Fujimoto. I am willing to do anything. This is my life's request. Please!"
Fujimoto did not speak. He waved his hand to signal him to shut up. A few people immediately came over and watched him.
Then, Fujimoto turned around, took out his phone and walked to a corner. After the call connected, he began to scold Tanaka on the other end.
Tanaka's voice could be vaguely heard on the phone.
"There's nothing we can do about that kid … Yes, both of his parents have terminal symptoms, they're half dead … I'm just showing him the right path … Besides, who doesn't know that the hybrids are in cahoots with Green Sun … All of us Yakuza hybrids are in cahoots with Green Sun …"
Fujimoto was still scolding. After he finished scolding and finally vented his anger, he turned back to look at the nervous Huai Zhijun and scratched his bald head angrily.
"Hey, Huai Zhijun, go back. I don't need people like you here."
Huai Zhijun struggled agitatedly and shouted: "Even if you don't want me here, I will not leave. I will go to the Tiger King Group and the Yamada-gumi. Someone will want me!"
Fujimoto's face became more and more ugly. How could he not know what kind of people his peers were?
As a mafia, the Fujimoto Gumi was considered to have changed careers relatively early. Now, they relied on some colored videotapes and a bunch of business as tour guides to the customs street to make a good living. As for the Tiger King Group, on the surface, they sold milk tea, but in fact, they were involved in the business of hiding banned drugs in milk tea raw materials. As for the Yamada-gumi, they were simply organ traders … They really had no humanity at all.
If he let this little mixed-race go to that kind of place, even if he could still survive, he would die without a complete corpse in a short time.
"You … are you serious?" Fujimoto's face was ashen as he asked coldly.
"I, I am serious!"
"… Very good, at least now you are a little more manly, Huai Zhijun."
Fujimoto took two deep puffs of his cigarette, then raised his foot, stepped on the cigarette butt, and spat out the smoke disdainfully.
"If you come to the Fujimoto Gumi to introduce a job, I can introduce you to a salary that is enough to make a living. You see, isn't it every man's dream to be an actor? There are so few handsome men in the industry, you can do it … But Green Sun, Green Sun's job is different. "
He said coldly, "Huai Zhijun, if you want to join us, please go through me."
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