Renzuru saw that Nakaya was staring at him in a daze, and his tone became eager, "Sir Nakaya, don't you accept it?"

In an instant, the confused eyes were refocused, and the wonderful sense of familiarity was also broken by Lian Zhuo.

"...Where did this money come from?" Nakaya asked immediately.

Lianzuo was very calm, "It's mine... the work fee my father gave me. Ah, although it's my father, we are not related by blood."

Mr. Mori... Well, indeed, he is a kind old father who has no blood relationship with Dazai Kwan.

However, Nakaya thought wrongly in an instant. Sure enough, Dazai Osamu seemed to be out of place with the Yang organization. Unexpectedly, it was the young master of a rich family...?

Wait! Why did the young master come to the slums street?

In fact, there are enough clues exposed by Lian Zhuo. As long as Zhongya thinks about the conspiracy carefully, he can see through his words at a glance.

However, the facts are always so cruel. During the days when Renzuo tried hard to boost his favorability, he had completely forgotten his hostility to Dazai Osamu at the beginning. He had been completely blinded by this brand new "Dazai Osamu".

So he automatically figured out the story of the young master leaving home sadly because of his family.

"...I don't need this money," Nakay said seriously, "I will find a way to solve it. And the most important thing now is not the money problem, but which school is willing to accept this group of children who are over the right age."

Nakaya’s idea is very simple, but this is indeed an overly simple question for Lianzuru. “How come there is no? Can you just build a factory by yourself?”

Dazai Osamu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief and thought his wallet was kept, was once again shocked.

...Wait?! Build a school by yourself! Then his private money will not be left in the slightest.

No, Dazai Osamu suddenly calmed down.

Normal people will definitely think of the first time how many difficulties are contained in the whimsical idea of ​​building a school.

Although Nakaya does not look like a very smart guy, he can pull such an organization to such a big size.

"...What you said seems to make some sense." Nakaya's faint murmur directly shattered Dazai Osamu's beautiful fantasy.

Dazai Osamu: "..." I mispaid, this stupid world.

After hearing Nakaya's affirmative reply, Renzuo suddenly felt spirited, "Of course, Lord Nakaya, please don't have any burden. As a investor, I am naturally the largest shareholder of the school."

Nakaya's blue eyes were slightly shiny, as if he was saying to Renmao: What about him?

Looking at Nakaya's appearance, Lianmao couldn't help but bend the corner of her mouth.

...Although it was far from his imagined personality, at this moment, the image of this person in Zhongyuan became instantly full.

Lian Zhuo seemed to be holding a pen in his hand. Although he had no instructions, it automatically outlined the middle completely.

"Of course you are a real power person, and the management rights of the entire school are in your hands, because you will be Principal Nakaya." Renzuo said gently.

It seemed as if I was instantly hit by some wonderful emotion, and what came with it was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"……you--"

Just as Nakaya spoke, Lianmao said with a serious expression: "Because you are the perfect Lord Nakaya! Only you are worthy of the position of the principal of the real power!"

Nakaya: "..." It seems that he was overthinking.

After returning to the apartment, Dazai Osamu wrote down his thoughts in his notebook expressionlessly.

Qiu Yuejun, building a school is a very difficult thing. The land problem is the key, and there are many review materials.

Dazai Osamu's desire to survive was unprecedentedly broken out. He wrote down countless difficulties in building schools in one breath and put them in front of Renzuma.

However, things once again exceeded his expectations.

——Lian Zhuo, who should have been hit by the difficulties in front of him, was staring at Notepad with shiny eyes.

Dazai Osamu slowly made a question mark in his heart, and then he heard Renzuo ask in an excited voice: "Dazai, are you even so clear about these? Please tell me some more precautions!"

He is worthy of being Dazai Jun, smart and rational, and always helps a lot at critical moments.

...Did he accidentally become a good person again?

No! He can rescue him again!

...There are also financial issues, and those money is a drop in the bucket.

However, Renmao had a different view on this, "How could it be a drop in the bucket?" Renmao asked strangely, "We can steal Mr. Sen's card to feed the sheep."

Dazai Osamu: "????????"

What devilish ideas is this?

Renzuo explained seriously: "It's just right to give Mr. Mori an honorary principal. He will definitely be happy, right?"

Dazai Osamu: "..." He only wants to kill you, an unfilial son!

Lian Zhuo, who had no idea, seemed to have been suddenly opened to Ren and Du meridians. He picked up his pen and quickly wrote down the solution he had thought about in his notepad.

Land problem: Mr. Sen.

Funding issues: Mr. Sen.

License Issue: Mr. Sen.

Looking at Mori Oku who was like a tool man, Dazai Osamu felt a moment of silence, but soon, he realized a long-lost happiness - he was not alone in enduring this suffering.

Despite this, he still wanted to tell Lianmao that it was completely whimsical.

Does Mori Ouwai look like a philanthropist?

Perhaps seeing Dazai Osamu's thoughts, a light flashed in Renmaru's eyes, "Dazai, are you worried that Mr. Mori will not help?"

...Will you not use the right way when your brain is bright? Dazai Osamu has endured his desire to complain in his heart.

"It doesn't matter," Renzuo said calmly, "we just need to drop Nakaya as a carrot in front of Mr. Mori's mouth. I don't believe he won't slap."

Dazai Osamu: "…??????" This description?! Do you think Mr. Mori is a donkey?!

"Speaking of this, Dazai Jun, your salary card is actually Mr. Mori's secondary card, right? It's the kind of one with a very high quota."

Dazai Osamu: "…"

Mr. Mori, although he is indeed not a person who can spend money, I'm sorry, he can't hold on to this trust :)

"...Zhijun, do you know why I asked you to come?" Mori Ou's forehead couldn't stop twitching.

The moment he received the message reminder, his mood seemed to be on a roller coaster, which was so exciting that he still doesn't want to think about it.

Lian Zhuo's expression was very calm, "Of course, Master."

Hearing the title of Master, the browsing of the forehead outside the Ou became even more intense.

...So only when you admit your identity as an unfilial son, will Zhijun call his master so decisively?

"Tell me, what did you do with that money."

"Actually, this is the case. I spent money to buy you the honorary principal for Master."

Dazai Osamu: "…?" It turns out that there is such a beautification name.

Mori Ouwai: "????????"

He knew every word clearly, but when he put it together, he seemed to have become illiterate.

As if he noticed Mori Ouwai's collapse, Renzuo kindly explained: "Didn't Master ask me to be an undercover agent in the sheep? This is my undercover achievement. Nakaya Jun urgently needs some money to start a school and throw the sheep's children in for further study, but he himself has no idea of ​​enrolling. Isn't this equivalent to creating opportunities for Master?"

As he said that, Lianmao blinked sincerely, "Master, you just lost a little money, but you have obtained a Zhongya Jun who is not tied to the organization!" As if to increase his persuasion, Lianmao continued to work hard: "And I also filled in the Hong Kong Black Reserve for you. Aren't those children all future talents? This is a trick of killing two birds with one stone!"

Dazai Osamu: "…"

Mori Ouwai: "..."

This is what this unfilial son did after spending a huge sum of money? A school, plus a bunch of melon :)

Mori Ouwai took a deep breath and asked gently with a well-educated middle-aged man: "It seems that you did the license very smoothly?"

"It's not going well," Lianzuo replied simply, "but you are there, Master."

Mori Ouwai: "????????"

Seeing that Mori Ouwa was in a bad mood, Lianmao immediately added: "But you are about to have Zhongyao." Although whether he or she will join Hong Kong Hei is another unknown.

Mori Ouwai took a deep breath: "...Then you must have a solution to the subsequent funding problem."

"Of course not. But there is you, Master." Lian Zhuo said quickly, "Think about it! Just a little bit of effort! You are about to have it!"

Dazai Osamu: "…"

Mori Ouwai: "..."

...This cake was really big and round. After a while, Mori Ou smiled at Lian Zhuo, "Zhijun, you are so mean." His tone was indescribable. The next moment, his venom began to erupt, "Maybe you still remember that you have a nominal grandfather? Why didn't you call grandfather to come with such a good thing?"

Lian Zhuo's expression immediately became happy, "Master! Have you finally recognized Grandpa Guangjin's identity?"

Dazai Osamu: "????????"

Mori Ouwai: “…????”

No, wait, that's not what he meant...!

Renzuo took out his cell phone calmly, "Don't worry, Master, I've left a director's seat for grandpa. But he hasn't asked him to pay for it yet. Let's talk about it until he gets on track."

Mori Ouwai: "..." Is this really human words?
To be continued...