In the deepest part of the night, when a certain girl is working the candlestick of the custom shop, another girl who looks exactly like her is busy in room 1632 of the Royal Park Hotel Tokyo in Minato-ku.

Aoyama wore a pair of leggings and a gray cotton T-shirt at a price point and brand that she could afford. She was sitting in front of the computer, her fingers tapping on the keyboard, frantically using the Internet search function to find information.

The work has been going on since yesterday, but even after 24 hours, she is still looking for more.

At this time, the page on the monitor, Wikipedia is displaying the entry "Miyamoto Foundation".

Dressed in the new clothes that Moko Miyamoto had provided for herself, Mito stared at the entry again, her legs clamped tightly.

"Miyamoto zaibatsu. The zaibatsu began as the Miyamoto Chamber of Commerce, founded by Miyamoto Uemon, and was later protected by the government to monopolize Japan's pharmaceutical industry. In the third year of the Meiji era (1870), Miyamoto Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. was established. ”

Since then, the chaebol has set up a number of subsidiaries through shareholding, and has gradually entered industries such as shipbuilding, basic heavy industry, and trading. After World War II, by order of the Supreme Commander of the United Nations, the Miyamoto zaibatsu was forced to dissolve. Since then, however, the zaibatsu has continued in the form of the Miyamoto Group. ”

Mei Dong is familiar with the content of the first part, so she didn't read it carefully, but pulled down the entry to the chapter of "New Century Development".

"In the 21st century, the Miyamoto Group still has high-quality companies such as Miyamoto Pharmaceutical and Miyamoto Advanced Biologics, as well as traditional large companies such as Honshu Heavy Industries and Honshu Shipyards. In the eyes of the Japanese people and Asian countries, the Miyamoto Foundation still maintains an excellent image of caring for the health of the whole people and supporting the resurgence of manufacturing. ”

The content of the entry can be described as lengthy, and Midong has read it more than a dozen times, and two-thirds of the time has been spent browsing the history of the foundation. From the day of its establishment, to its development in the first decade, to the various measures taken before the war, these most textbook-level historical contents alone occupy one-fifth of the article.

"Compared with the old-fashioned historical stories, the content after the 21st century is only a natural paragraph in length."

In the room, only the table lamp was on, and Midong supported her chin, and her perfect delicate face was yin and yang, and it was too abrupt. She browsed through the content distribution of the entries over and over again, a strange smile on her lips.

"There must be a check on the wiki entry for such a level of existence, so this situation should be because ...... First of all, explain its long history to people who are curious about themselves and give them a sense of trust. Furthermore, it is to make a confidentiality policy for the current business, and there is no reason for such a thing as contemporary corporate strategy, which is written in the encyclopedia. ”

Midong's slender fingers slid across the table, and she then murmured, "Besides, the entry doesn't say anything about its financial level." As Japan's top chaebol, like the Japanese chaebol established in 1962, it directly states its strength on the encyclopedia - total assets of 36 trillion yen, nearly 240,000 employees, and 24 large monopoly companies as core members, so ......"

Midong stared firmly at the top of the entry for the "Miyamoto Foundation", and the unnutritious nonsense introduction: "What about the strength of this consortium?" Although the length of history is certainly not equal to the absolute wealth level, Mitsui, Mitsubishi, and Sumitomo are even more out of reach, but they are also old antiques that have gone through 167 years, and the current main business is also high-tech medicine and biology, so it can't be worse, right? ”

"And, pharmaceutical, and biotechnology......"

Midong glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer. Of course, what is displayed there is just a simple year, month and day, but looking at the number 2037, it is very easy for her to subtract two numbers from the "3" in it.

"I don't believe that the rich girl has no score in her heart. Which of the sudden twins or the more mysterious clones has a lower impact? If a big family like hers is still ......"

Midong's musings are interrupted, and the doorbell of the guest room suddenly rings. She looked at her watch, it was already the middle of the night, and there was only one person who could suddenly visit at this time.

"Here we are, wait a minute."

She walked barefoot to the entrance, and when the doorbell rang twice, she turned on the porch light, pulled off the burglar chain, and with a creak, pulled the door open.

"Good evening, Mito-san."

A young girl was standing outside the door, looking tired.

The girl wears a black and red striped shirt and jeans, a white glossy bag, and a simple ponytail. Although the clothes are simple, the beauty and softness between the eyebrows are distinct, like a pastoral girl who has come out of the painting.

"Welcome back, Your Royal Highness Moko Miyamoto."

Midong smiled softly at her, then turned around and put on a gesture of please: "How do you feel about where I work?" Is there a cute little girl who has taken a fancy to you, or has been courted by some thirty or forty-year-old aunts? ”

These two sentences can be described as cunning, and Mito then observed more happily that Miyamoto Moko's face was red and tender, as if it was about to drip water, which was really not ordinary and lovely.

"I found an excuse that I couldn't refuse." Mozi walked into the room and smiled bitterly at Midong, "I told them that I have a large period today, so I can't ...... at all Pick up customers, just find a cleaning job to kill time. ”

"Oh, cleaner."

Meidong closed the door and didn't forget to hang up the anti-theft chain: "It's a pity~ Mo Zisan, I'm imagining you playing with lilies this night!" ”

"Beauty, beauty, beauty, beauty!"

Miyamoto Moko's expression was so strange that I believe even she couldn't bear to look at herself: "What nonsense are you talking about!" I...... I'm not...... I...... How could I ...... I...... I mean ......"

"Hey, it's just a joke."

Midong looked at each other deeply, and lowered her voice: "If you are so panicked if others tease you a little, when the police come to the door and threaten you, rich girl, don't poke me in a big basket." ”

In this way, Miyamoto Moko really lived up to expectations, and her panicked expression was fleeting: "Of course there will be nothing wrong with serious things." It's just Midong-san, you have to understand......"

She then smiled slightly bitterly: "No matter who it is, as long as she doesn't like the same sex, she will definitely panic when she walks into that type of custom shop, right?" ”

Midong looked at the girl in front of her, blinked, and then the other party also showed an extremely strange expression.