The news about Jäger's funeral quickly spread among the code members.
Everyone's first reaction was: "Rum's email was hacked? Who is so bold?"
They sent emails to verify it, thinking it was a black humor, and then everyone got a positive answer again after asking - yes, our organization did have a funeral.
Rum tried to save the boss's reputation by saying sternly, "That gentleman did this for his own reasons. All codename members who are in Tokyo and do not have any missions must be present."
Now, Jäger's funeral is completely set in stone.
The codename members of the organization are not stupid, so they naturally do not think this is an ordinary funeral. Maybe it is a Hongmen Banquet carefully planned by the new leader, or maybe it is a unique way for the new leader to show his power. No one dares to go easily, nor does anyone dare not go easily.
Dozens of codenamed members in Tokyo tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night, and could not help sighing after walking a few steps.
Some took the initiative to accept overseas missions and leave Tokyo to avoid trouble; some racked their brains but could not find a win-win solution of "not attending the funeral but not having the boss make things difficult for me", so they contacted their colleagues privately and discussed countermeasures quietly, but in the end they still couldn't make up their minds and decided to take it one step at a time.
The real members of the organization were extremely nervous, but the red team undercover agents within the organization felt that this was a godsend opportunity, a chance to obtain intelligence about the new boss, and they responded very positively.
Three days before the funeral date, Rum confirmed the attendance list and submitted it respectfully to the Boss.
"Only eighteen frogs are present?" Hojo Natsuki didn't think much about it. "Is it because the relationship between Jagequa and other frogs is too bad, or are there not many codename quacks left in Tokyo recently?"
It didn't matter, he just wanted to find an excuse to meet these frogs under his command.
Although all of the frogs' names were neatly displayed on his [Organization Members] panel, the degree of "control" that Hojo Natsuki had over them varied greatly.
For example, his hard-working second-in-command, Rumquat, has a high level of "control".
Xia Shu can track the real-time movements of Rumquat in detail just like tracking the Frog. As long as he deliberately locates it, he can also see what it is doing. However, when observing Vermouth Quagga, luck plays a higher role. Sometimes he can feel the detailed movements, and occasionally only have rough coordinates... After all, it is a plastic frog.
Hojo Natsuki speculated that this most likely indirectly reflected the members' loyalty to the organization.
Jägermeister tried to assassinate him, but failed and fled, but he could still see the real-time dynamics of the old frog. Scrolling to the bottom of the attribute bar, there was even a text panel that could reflect its mood and thoughts, just like the "personal signature" function of social software.
A few bubbles floated in the small blank space.
[What is that guy thinking? Giving me a funeral?]
[It’s broken, I’ve become a substitute! ]
[Damn it, I still can't bear to let the organization be handed over to such a person. One day, I will definitely take it away...]
Yegequa hates the organization but is also concerned about it, but he doesn't know how it is going to make a comeback. No matter what it wants to do, the organization's clover plantation has already reserved a seat for it.
"I'll build the park once I have ten free employees," Hojo Natsuki thought.
After playing the business simulation for so long, based on the information currently available, Hojo Natsuki can basically confirm the following three points:
1. Loyal employees will turn from other species into frogs; otherwise, they will turn into traitors.
2. The more loyal an employee is to the organization, the clearer he will understand the employee's movements.
3. There are many non-frog animals in the organization, they are spies planted by other organizations
Although he didn't understand why the "Frog and Play"-style business simulation had to include spy elements, Xia Shu speculated that it was designed to increase the fun of the game. After all, there are quite a lot of game elements.
As for why the undercover agent came to the Frog Organization as an undercover agent... maybe they are corporate spies like Mr. Krabs. Could it be that they want to steal the secret recipe of the Silver Bullet
Whether the Silver Bullet is leaked or not, Hojo Natsuki is
He just wants to make good use of his employees' free productivity to help him raise the frog.
For example, the purpose of Jägermeister's funeral was to scout for future employees for the Shamrock Plantation - to see which codenamed members were not frogs at all and seemed to have a tendency to defect, and to include them in the free labor reserve list. When the time was right (referring to employees turning against the organization and running away), they could be brought back and arranged to work on the plantation!
Good! It's perfect!
There are only three days left until the funeral.
Rumquat sent him a message: [Boss, keep the ceremony simple. Do you want to invite a monk to chant scriptures? ]
Hojo Natsuki replied: [Of course]
Because the system had repeatedly warned him about the mysterious nature of the organization, he thought for a moment, went to the mall and bought a bottle of [One-Day Amnesia Potion], gave the potion to Rumquat, and told him about its effects.
[N]: After the ceremony, feed it to the monk and he will lose his memory.
[Rumquat]: I understand
[Rumquaw]: The best newcomer under my command is Kurosawa Jin. I will bring him over to say hello to you. Is that ok with you
Hojo Natsuki: “!!!”
Not bad! Lao Gua is quite good! !
He answered calmly: [Hmm]
Then there was a subtle sense of tension.
What should I do? I am about to meet the frog in the form of a puppy. Will it recognize its father at first sight? Will it not recognize its father at all? … No matter how I think about it, the latter is more likely.
Soon, it was the day of the funeral, and half an hour before the start, members of the organization arrived one after another.
The first one to arrive was a monk, a little black bear wearing a pink monk's robe. He looked familiar... Hey! Why is it him?! Isn't this the one that was invited by the frog to exorcise evil spirits
Kumamoto, a young monk who had been a monk for two years... is now a young monk who has been a monk for five years.
Life in the temple is quite comfortable. The income is not low, food and accommodation are provided, and there is no need to deal with colleagues who flirt with each other. Although he had an unpleasant experience three years ago, that was nothing compared to the treatment. Now Kumamoto has been promoted at a lightning speed and has become the abbot of the temple.
On this day, he was "invited" by a group of men in black with ill intentions to perform a ritual.
They were so aggressive that they almost had "We are gangsters" written on their faces. They walked into the temple and stated their purpose directly, and took out a suitcase of 10,000 yuan in cash as a reward. Kumamoto subconsciously wanted to hide, but there was no one in the temple today. He was the most experienced monk, so he could only follow the men in black reluctantly.
The men in black forced him to climb the stairs, turn left and right along the corridor, and finally stopped at a place and untied the blindfold.
Kumamoto was feeling very nervous. The darkness along the way made him feel a little uncomfortable when he saw the light again.
He blinked, took in his surroundings, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This was a funeral room that was decorated in a proper manner. In the middle was a coffin and a cushion for monks to sit on. In addition, there were eighteen other cushions. It seemed that there were not many guests today.
It should be that a big shot from a mysterious underworld organization passed away, and he invited a small circle of relatives and friends, and only asked me to chant sutras at the funeral.
After making this judgment, Kumamoto breathed a sigh of relief and decided not to open his eyes throughout the process, just close his eyes and recite the scriptures.
—Wait, why is there no wooden fish here
Kumamoto reached into his pocket. He had brought a stick for hitting the wooden fish, but no wooden fish... Never mind that it was okay to not have a wooden fish. He could just put his hands together, close his eyes and chant!
Come on, Kumamoto, you can do it, you must not ask...
He walked to his own futon and paused when he saw the portrait in the gray frame.
This is a big problem! Help!
Why is there a frog with gray hair in the frame of the deceased's portrait? ! !
Xiong Ben took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm, but then he heard an electronic voice behind him: "Long time no see, little monk."
Kumamoto turned back in shock: "... !!"
He saw a man wearing a black windbreaker and a frog mask, walking with the support of several men in black.
Long legs, walking towards me.
The scene was so strange that Kumamoto's fragile nerves felt like a fuse about to blow. His brain was burned into a mess and he couldn't understand what the other person was saying at all.
Kumamoto’s mind was full of thoughts: The frog is talking, why is the mouth of the frog mask moving, why does the frog know me… ! ! (Out of breath)
Then, his eyes went dark and he turned away.
Rum glanced at Boss's face (hood) quietly, and cautiously reminded: "... Boss, the monk is fainted."
"The monk fainted." Boss repeated Rum's words in a calm tone, without any emotion, "So what should we do?"
When seeing the boss's mask, all the code members present had entered a state of doubt about life, sublimated into the Frog Universe.
At this moment, accompanied by the electronic sound and his sad frog headgear with big eyes from KISS ME, the words "Then what should we do" made the atmosphere on the scene suddenly weird. The code members lowered their heads, looked at the sky, and no one dared to look at the sad frog headgear.
—They had never seen such a scene before.
Except for Kurosawa Jin who was following behind Rum.
He stared at the frog mask expressionlessly and began to wonder if he had been deceived by this organization.
A few days ago, Rum informed him to make time in advance, saying that he would take him to the funeral of a member of the organization.
"You are excellent, and that gentleman wants to meet you." Rum said, "When the time comes, perform well and don't let that gentleman down. Do you understand?"
Kurosawa Jin naturally took this matter seriously. He thought of many possibilities. For such a huge criminal organization, its leader must be extremely scheming.
He got on the car and finally saw the legendary "that gentleman" in person. At that moment, all his previous speculations were overturned like dominoes, and Kurosawa's mind automatically completed the second half of the sentence: "—frog."
The boss is a frog-head who seems to be mentally retarded. Is it really necessary to continue staying in this organization
During the forty minutes from the time he got on the car to the time he entered the room, Kurosawa Jin remained calm and composed. In fact, he was seriously considering leaving the organization and avoiding being hunted down.
Forget it, let’s wait and see.
No one dared to talk to the Boss. At this moment, the room was as quiet as a chicken.
When Kumamoto fell to the ground, the jianchi in his pocket fell out with the movement of falling to the ground. Boss bent over, picked up the small wooden hammer, and played with it between his slender fingers for a few seconds like spinning a magic pen, then turned around and said, "The monk is fainted, someone should take his place."
Kurosawa Jin: “?”
Rum: “?”
Vermouth, who had just walked in, asked: "?"
Other codename members: “?”
Rum twitched his lips, coughed, and said, "Boss, I see there is no wooden fish here. Since the monk is fainted, why don't we keep things simple..." - Don't worry about the monk anymore! Boss!
"Oh, that's easy." Boss used his leather shoe to turn the lying Kumamoto over, so that his smooth head was facing up and placed right in front of the futon.
At this moment, Kumamoto's forehead was like a large wooden fish, perfectly filling the originally empty space.
"Don't we have the wooden fish now?" Boss asked as a matter of course, "All we need is a monk. Who's willing to play a guest role?"
There were three female members present, and considering gender equality, he added: "Nuns are also OK."
Vermouth took a step back: "..."
Everyone came from all corners of the country, with different nationalities and ancestries, tragic or dark life experiences, and very different personalities. At this moment, their shocked expressions were surprisingly consistent, vividly demonstrating what a community with a shared future for mankind means.
—Boss, what are you talking about! Don’t come over here! !
The Boss calmly raised his head, glanced at everyone's faces who were trying to remain calm, and his gaze finally fell on Kurosawa Jin.
(End of this chapter)