"Of course I know that such precious things, Kawasaki Daishi Temple must have strictly forbidden to spread it! But there are always exceptions..."

"Don't worry, we just need a little 'research sample' here, it won't involve refining or using methods, nor will it be spread out to damage your reputation. Not only will the price definitely satisfy you, but..."

Seeing Sousuke Araki's refusal expressing his expression, Hiroshi Changda hurriedly brought his smiling face wrinkled into a sunflower, lowered his voice, and changed the subject: "Although your 'confidential' identity cannot be revealed for the time being, I have already asked Tokimoto The president suggested that you be given a fair exemption rating under the premise of confidentiality."

"Although the president said that we need to think about it, but if you are willing to 'deal', I will do my best to facilitate this! After all, the two matters of 'confidentiality' and 'grading' are actually not too conflicting..."

"Grading? Haven't I passed your 'official slayer's trial'..."

"Well, you don't have to worry about the Gudu tax and debt...Bubble baths and izakaya are both good, which one should you try first...By the way, there are cars, and successful people drive four-wheeled..."

While dealing with Hiroshi Hiroshi absent-mindedly, Sosuke Araki had already thought about how to use this "huge money".

For him, who was about to receive a "large sum of money" that he had never seen in his life, the "dirty deal" proposed by Hiroshi Tsutoda naturally seemed less attractive.

"If you are promoted to the exemption level three, not only will you have a basic monthly subsidy of 5 million yen, but you will also receive various high-level commissions with generous bonuses!"

"Promotion...I...wait, level three?!"

"Of course, with your strength, level three is naturally more than enough!"

However, Hiroshi Hiroshi Changtian's next words made him suffer another "two-hit combo": "Five or five million subsidy, or monthly?! Can you also receive high-level commissions with rich bonuses?!"

"Isn't it that one month's basic salary is like a year's takeaway, plus a terrifyingly high commission? ! Is it so profitable to be a spirit remover... This bastard, Hiroshi, actually abused his power to release such a hard-to-reject condition..."

Sousuke Araki pointed his fingers back and forth, thinking that he was about to suffocate under Hiroshi's "workplace PUA" offensive.

"That, that, Hiroshi, I-I'll think about it and answer you later."

"Cold, calm, Sousuke Araki, 23 years old, virgin... Although the peak of the career is right in front of you, but relying on the kind of thing that sells yourself to a greasy middle-aged uncle, not only does it not conform to your life creed, but you will also be punished by Sister Hanyu. Peeling the skin and cramping and slicing it into a specimen, not to mention that I have already received a large sum of money... By the way, go to the ATM to check it first, and calm down by the way..."

His brows were wrinkled and loosened, loosened and wrinkled. Araki Sousuke stood up abruptly as if trying to break free, muttered to himself, and walked out of Hiroshi Changda's office in despair.

"Damn, it's almost..."

Seeing Sosuke Araki leaving, Hiroshi Tsukata put away his "smile for business", while frantically wiping his office chair and desk with a rag, he showed a gloomy expression.

"No, he was clearly moved just now. What is he hesitating about... Could it be that he signed a blood contract with Kawasaki Daishi Temple?"

Although the removal of spirits is powerful, when it comes to "morality", Sosuke Araki is undoubtedly much more limitless than Dharma.

"I see! Helping nun Niya to perform such a large-scale purification technique, he must be "out of stock" now..."

After carefully recalling Sousuke Araki's previous performance, Hiroshi Changda seemed to have caught a clue.

"Hey, so, do you need time to refine it, or go back to Kawasaki Daishi Temple to replenish it? I almost let the chance to spy on the refining method slip out of my eyes..."

Seemingly figured out something, he stopped what he was doing and hurriedly slammed the door and left the office.

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16 hours before Tokimoto Ichiro's death, Akihabara Electric Town.

"Mosimoxi, Uncle Liutian, the money arrived so soon? It's just a little money, don't get excited..."

Sousuke Araki, who skillfully squatted at the door of the convenience store in a "Slavic squat" and frightened the customers to detour, answered the phone in the tone of a "successful person": "What did you say, you will take the four thousand Do you want me to return the stolen money?!"

"Don't talk nonsense, how could I possibly touch the drug trade and not do anything like loan sharks, killers, extortion or bank robbers!"

"No, it's not underground car races, jail time, human trafficking, movie actors, organ trafficking, part-time cowboys, corpse cleaning, etc... By the way, why do you, the head of an orphanage, know so much?! "

On the other end of the phone, the panic-stricken President Yanagida didn't know what to say, which made Sousuke Araki angry: "You take me for someone... I have never been paid, I have never touched money, I am right I have no interest in money, why would I do those things for money?!"

"Although the content of the work is kept secret, I assure you that what I am doing now is definitely a serious job of saving lives and helping the wounded and solving problems for the people, and it is still the kind of welfare pension and national health insurance!"

"What, you don't believe it? ! Wait, I'll send you the personal tax certificate right now! 』

After arguing over the phone for a long time~lightnovelpub.net~ Dean Yanagida, who was full of worry and ready to surrender at any time, hung up the phone dubiously.

"Uncle Yanagida is really, they are paying off Gudu taxes and debts now, they can entertain successful people who spend their days in Ginza every day, and they look at people with tinted glasses..."

Sousuke Araki muttered and sent the "tax certificate record" from LINE to President Yanagida's account, and immediately called a certain number: "Oh, Ryoma, have you received the transferred money? Now we will clear it up. now..."

"You ask me why I suddenly have money to pay off my debts. Did I win the lottery? What a joke, you don't even look at the current business layout and layout of this uncle. Where does this fraction come from?"

"How about it, I'll arrange a party to celebrate tonight, and I'll go to the one I've always wanted to go to..."

"What, you fought a dozen Aum Shinrikyo cults yesterday, and now you are recuperating from PTSD, so you can't come? ! Wait, why did I hear someone screaming from your side... Don't hang up yet, I'll let my words out, as the royal 'navigator', how can you organize if you don't come here..."

On the other end of the phone, Ryoma seemed to be very busy before the second. He didn't even answer the topics he was most interested in. He hurriedly answered the phone and hung up.

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