"100 million yen? Are you crazy? Seventy million that was said before! ”

In a corner of the rice flower subway station, Akira Shinhara, wearing a black coat and hat, holds a newspaper in his hand.

He sat on a bench with no one around, reading leisurely, looking like a traveler waiting for a train.

Behind him sat a middle-aged man in a suit and dressed appropriately.

The middle-aged man is of medium height, slightly fat, has some horizontal flesh on his face, ordinary facial features, and some fierceness, and looks very difficult to mess with.

At this time, he was holding a cup of coffee in his hand and drinking it nervously, his expression showing a bit of anger, which made his ordinary facial features a little ugly.

"100 million, no bargaining." Akira Shinhara said in a deliberately hoarse voice, with a bit of high-pitched screaming.

"I don't have that much money for the time being." The man in the suit lowered his voice.

"You know, I don't just have you a choice." Akira Shinhara was unmoved, and read the newspaper very patiently, looking complacent.

The man in the suit kept looking left and right, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead, kept sitting in his heart, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, wait for me for fifteen minutes." ”

Soon, the man in the suit walked away and made a phone call in a whisper, telling the other party to hurry up and get the money.

"Mr. Hashimon is a man who understands." Akira Shinhara flipped through a page of the newspaper and praised it unconcernedly.

Soon Mr. Hashimon received a phone call and left, and when he came back, he had two black suitcases in his hands, standing in front of Shinhara Ming, and carefully opened them for him to distinguish between the real and the fake.

"Is it okay?" Mr. Hashimon closed the suitcase and looked at the half-cut face of "Chizo Ogura" with some teeth gritted teeth.

Akira Shinhara closed the newspaper, took out a few contracts from his briefcase, handed them to Mr. Hashimon and said, "Happy cooperation." ”

Mr. Hashimon quickly took it, quickly looked through it, and after confirming that there was no problem, his expression became happy, and he reached out to Shinhara Akira in a friendly manner.

Akira Shinhara was about to hold it, when he heard Mr. Hashimon say, "Mr. Ogura, isn't this polite?" He glanced meaningfully at his gloves.

After a pause, Akira Shinhara took off his gloves, revealing his slender and white fingers inside, and lightly touched Mr. Hashimon's hand.

"When did Mr. Ogura have a hobby of painting women's nails?" Mr. Hashimon's cold voice made "Chizo Ogura" panic, hurriedly put on his gloves, and left with a black suitcase.

"Humph!" Mr. Hashimon looked at the panicked background of "Chizo Ogura", snorted coldly, and took out his phone with mockery on his face.

I saw that the homepage news on the mobile phone page was that Chizo Ogura announced his death.

After a while, several big men ran towards Mr. Qiaomen.

"I'm sorry I lost it."

"Lost?" Mr. Hashimon was a little regretful, but he was not disappointed, "I still want to see the true face of Mr. Ogura, who is a human or a ghost." ”

"Forget it, let's go back." Mr. Qiaomen touched the briefcase and became happy again, "I bought a business worth hundreds of millions for 100 million, which is worth celebrating at half a drinking party."

"By the way, the detective Mori Kogoro I invited last time was a bit interesting, and he will be there this time."

"Moreover, I seem to have heard that there is a new suspense novelist who is quite popular recently......"

……

The new Yuan Ming here quickly changed his outfit and shook off the pursuers behind, and turned back into the elegant and noble young man before, wearing a white shirt, a red suit, a dark tie, black gloves, pushing the suitcase, and calmly walking towards home.

"Bump!" A flower pot fell quickly, right behind Akira Shinhara, and shattered into several parts.

This damn cannon fodder life!

When he got home, he threw his suitcase aside, put on his slippers, and returned to his room to habitually check whether there were any traces of invasion in the house, and he didn't find any bugs and monitors.

Putting the black leather bag into the closet, Akira Shinhara sat on the edge of the bed and gently tapped his watch, which showed that it was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and he hadn't eaten yet, and he hadn't cleaned up the room.

The sofa and coffee table had to be thrown away, the 100 million yen had to be disposed of, the clothes had to be washed, the leftovers had to be emptied, and the floors had to be mopped......

At the same time, a message into the mailbox sounded in the quiet room, Xinyuan Ming rang for a moment, slowly touched out the two mobile phones, only to see that the mobile phone screen that he commonly used was lit up.

Click on the message to check it, and there are a few lines written on it from the editor's kind and amiable words.

In a simple sentence, the deadline is approaching, when will the manuscript be delivered, and by the way, he will be notified of a new editor.

Akira Shinhara: ...... Yes, and the manuscript will be delivered.

Throwing away the phone, Shinhara covered his face, lying on the bed a little decadently, lazy, and didn't want to move at all.

I'm so tired! Why so many things?

Forget it, it's the same tomorrow!

I saw that Akira Shinhara stretched his body in a large font, kicked off the shoes on his feet, turned over, buried himself in the soft quilt, and rubbed it with enjoyment.

After a while, the sound of soothing and rhythmic sleep sounded.

【……】

Akira Shinhara woke up again, and it was in the broadcast of the forum system's deduction of health.

[Characters: Akira Shinhara (cannon fodder); Health: 27 (one step closer to death)]

[Hee-hee-hee, it's a pity, the author didn't update it today.] 】

Akira Shinhara rolled over, pulled up the quilt and covered his ears, changed his position and continued to sleep.

The forum system gloated loudly, but soon the next moment screamed.

Why are you at the bottom of the rankings? Are you still sleeping? Get up and roll up for Lao Tzu, roll up and kill that group of fools****]

[it! 】

Sick of it!

Akira Shinhara opened his eyes a little impatiently, and just saw the leaderboard updated in the early hours of the morning, and several characters had already surrendered and dimmed, showing death.

"What's going on?" Akira Shinhara was a little more energetic, raised his eyebrows, and went around the interested inquiry forum system.

[The new characters who died, most of them delusionally wanted to be the girlfriends and boyfriends of the key people. Among them, Amuro is ranked first, heh, how is it possible! 】

Akira Shinhara felt a strong resentment that the forum system could not speak.

The remaining 900 or so avatars are still full of mosaics, except for a slight change in the health value at the back.

The top 100 positions are still empty, and the avatar belonging to Akira Shinhara is clearly in the last place.

The desire to win was ignited for a moment, but it quickly dissipated again, and Shinhara Ming rubbed the quilt with his face and said vaguely, "This author broke off, what can I do." ”

【****】

The forum system looked at Shinhara Akira incompetently and furiously and continued to fall asleep.

In a rhythmic "beep", Akira Shinhara turned over and fell asleep more soundly.

The author still didn't update for the next few days, and Shinhara watched as his health dropped until it dropped to [21].