"Don't be in a hurry, speak slowly, I'll listen. Hearing the slightly anxious words of the grass and trees, I couldn't help frowning slightly, turned sideways and dodged Conan, and whispered.

The original owner of the housekeeper was the president of a club, and he had seen many winds and waves in his life, and if it wasn't for a very tricky situation, I believe that with his old experience, he would never have called me.

The fact that the merger and acquisition case that had already been set in stone was actually going on again, which couldn't help but make me feel a little irritated.

"That's right. Cao Mu took a deep breath and calmed down his spirit, and then, a deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "Actually, yesterday afternoon, a group of people suddenly broke into the office of the president of our company, saying that they wanted us to pay the management fee......

"Management fee?"

"Yes, the group claimed to be the managers of the town, and there were about a dozen of them, each of them in suits and shoes, and with guns, and they looked like they were not good people. ”

"Is the town manager from the government?"

Not quite right, I remember that a series of handling fees required for company registration should have been taken care of, and there is no problem with taxation......

"No, they didn't show us any government documents, they just stressed to us that if we didn't pay the management fee, the company wouldn't be able to do business. Speaking of this, the voice of the grass and trees hesitated, and seemed to be a little ready to speak.

"What do you think of? "Rightly or wrongly, the long life experience of plants and trees can provide me with good help in thinking.

"I think these people are more like robbers than managers......"

"Haha, of course those people are robbers, they all broke into the company and forcibly demanded money, what are they not robbers?" I couldn't help but laugh a little sarcastically.

"No, young master, I mean, looking at the style of those people, they are more like people in the underworld. The housekeeper corrected me.

"Kodo, could it be the Yamaguchi-gumi people? Do those people wear the Yamaguchi-gumi badge?" I confirmed to Kusaki with a little seriousness.

If it's someone from the Yamaguchi-gumi, it's not surprising, but in recent years, the police have been very strict about the underworld, so the Yamaguchi-gumi shouldn't be so blatant.

"Probably not from the Yamaguchi-gumi. Kusaki's tone was affirmative: "I've dealt with people from the Yamaguchi-gumi before, and I'm very familiar with their logos, and when they came to the company, they didn't have any logos on them. ”

"No logo......s? Is it a small organization that has just been formed?" I asked Grass and Trees, a little uncertain.

Now Japan's underworld organizations are trying to clear their hands, and their actions are very disciplined, and I haven't heard of this kind of situation of directly breaking into people's homes and asking for money.

Cao Mu's answer was as hesitant as me: "I'm sorry young master, I'm not sure either." ”

"How much do they cost?" Anyway, ask their requirements first, if it's not much, it should be regarded as a meal, in the early days of the company's startup, troublesome things can be avoided, or it is better to keep a low profile.

“......”

"What's wrong?"

“...... Billion. ”

“...... Huh?" Hearing the words of the grass and trees, I couldn't help but jump on the spot twice, I haven't been sleeping very well lately, and my ears are probably hallucinating, so in short, I will lift my spirits first.

"They want a billion, young master. Cao Mu's wry voice came from the phone: "And we must pay it within a month, otherwise we will find us trouble." ”

"Billion ...... Hehehehehe. Needless to say, find the seven deadly sins and kill them. I said viciously into the phone.

Billion...... They dare to think, why don't they rob a bank when they are so short of money? A small organization that doesn't even have a name dares to knock on my bamboo bar, and I really don't know whether to live or die!

"Young Master, this ......"

"Wait a minute, I'm stunned," Seeing that Conan seemed to be alarmed by the movement on my side, I hurriedly ran away two steps and asked at the grass and trees, "Anyway, let's call the police first." ”

"We called the police yesterday, but the police said we had no evidence and could not open a case for investigation. The voice of the grass and trees was full of helplessness.

"Evidence?!We have been blackmailed, and we still need to provide our own evidence?!" I almost screamed, and the anger that had just subsided was about to rise again.

It's not good, it's not good, I need to calm down.

Stretching out my hand and patting my face twice, I said to the grass and trees: "I have a general understanding of the matter, how much idle funds does our company have on the books now?"

"Probably less than a billion. ”

"In other words, we can't meet each other's demands even if we go bankrupt? After pondering for a while, I said to the grass and trees: "Since the police don't care, then we can only rely on ourselves, didn't they give us a month? Anyway, you should talk to them first, besides, our surveillance camera should have taken pictures of those people, right?"

"Yes, I did. ”

"Send it to my mailbox first, I'll think of a way first, and then I'll contact you later. ”

"Okay, young master. ”

"If they are pressing, give them some money first, less than 10 million, and tell them that we are still trying to raise money, and let them wait. After thinking about it for a while, in order to avoid possible conflicts, I said another word to the grass and trees.

"Okay, young master, I understand. Cao Mu first answered, and then after a while, he asked me with some hesitation: "Since the young master has some very powerful friends, why don't you just arrest those people and send them to the Metropolitan Police Department when they come to blackmail again?"

There is no doubt that the "powerful friends" in Cao Mu's mouth refer to those who are in the "Seven Deadly Sins", but I can't agree to Cao Mu's proposal: "You stabilize them first, my intuition tells me that this matter is not so simple, we haven't figured out the details of those people, let's not act rashly first." ”

"Okay, then young master, you should be careful. ”

"Well, you too, if you have any questions, call me again. ”

Hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Yes, on the surface, this matter seems to be just an ordinary underworld organization blackmail incident, and the fastest solution is to use those people of the "Seven Deadly Sins" to counter violence with violence, eat black with black, directly destroy those small organizations, and sweep away trouble, but I always feel that there seems to be something unusual in this, and it cannot be solved in such a simple and crude way.

Regardless of whether there is such a provision in the Six Laws (the Complete Book of the Six Laws, the Complete Book of the Six Laws), our company was opened in the name of a foreigner who was recruited from Fidel's men, and it is considered a foreign businessman, and according to the commercial law, the Japanese government departments should give us special preferential treatment, but in fact, judging from this incident, the police have a very cold attitude towards us.

Moreover, even if it is evidence of medicine, the photos and videos taken by those monitors in Caomu's hand should be enough.

However, in the face of such obvious evidence, the people of the Metropolitan Police Department did not even ask a few questions, and directly insisted that the evidence was insufficient and did not file the case, which is a bit abnormal.

Also, the company only has one billion on its books, and those people want one billion, so coincidentally, are they casual lions opening their mouths, or have they anticipated our situation?

If it was deliberate, then what was their intention to ask us for this sum of money that we couldn't pay?

I thought that no one would pay attention to the establishment of a small company in Tokyo, a world-class metropolis full of rich people, but I didn't expect that as soon as the company was established, it encountered such a troublesome thing, which was really a headache for me.

Hawkers, it's useless to think so much now, let's wait for the grass and trees to pass me the information first, I'll study it, and then make a decision.

Seeing that on the other side, the conversation between Conan and the little boy had also come to an end, so I stepped forward and patted Conan on the shoulder: "How about communicating with children of the same age, do you have more experience and tricks in pretending to be children?"

"Go!" Conan knocked my hand off and gave me a blank look, "I was just asking that kid about Mr. Shizuyama's recent condition." ”

"And what was the result?"

"That kid didn't actually come today, but was secretly taken by his mother, Miss Noriko, for several days. According to the child, Mr. Shizuyama has been in good spirits lately, and as long as it doesn't rain, he goes to the bamboo forest to sketch almost every day. Conan said in a deep voice.

"Is there anything strange about that?" I looked at Conan a little strangely.

"Of course it's weird. Judging from the words in the child's mouth, Mr. Shizuyama has no thoughts of suicide at all, on the contrary, Mr. Jingshan's desire to paint is still very strong, how can this kind of person want to commit suicide?"

"I can't say for sure, maybe there's something in people's hearts?" I shrugged my shoulders in response to Conan's words.

"Maybe, who were you ...... with?"

"Conan, Fai...... If you are going in, follow quickly. ”

Conan was just about to ask me about the phone, but was interrupted by Xiaolan's words, I showed a "you know" look at Conan, answered Xiaolan's voice, and followed everyone into the house of Hayakawa Jingshan, leaving Conan alone there and sighing depressedly.

Although there was some slight unpleasantness before entering the door, at the banquet of the guests at the Hayakawa Mansion, everyone still forgot the little disharmony, and they were staggered, talking and laughing, and the guests and hosts were happy. Behind the mountain of Hayakawa Shizuka, an ink painting of Mt. Fuji stands out. It is said that this painting was painted by Shizuyama Hayakawa at the request of a company.

Uncle Maori praised the painting a few times and drank it cup after cup.

In fact, I sometimes really think that being like Uncle Maori, a pot of wine can forget all your sorrows, and it is not necessarily a bad thing to not know where you are.

Like me, I don't dare to get drunk if I want to.

It was raining outside, and it seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and my mood was as gloomy as the weather.

The photos of the plants and trees had just been uploaded to my mobile phone, and I took a closer look at the photos in my mailbox under the pretext of going to the toilet, but the conclusions I came to made me not optimistic.

Judging from the photos and videos, those people are by no means ordinary underworld gangsters, everyone has a hint of decisiveness and ability in their gestures, and they are definitely people with military experience.

The army is a very strange place, as long as you go in and stay for a while, you will be infected with the habits of the army, and the behavior will be different from ordinary people, with an indescribable sense of ability, this feeling, people who have come into contact with soldiers, or have been soldiers themselves, feel particularly profound.

An underworld organization with a lot of soldiers? It's not easy to think about.

In addition, another thing that I care about is that in the video, those people's waists are bulging, if nothing else, what is hidden there is the gun that Cao Mu said.

It's a pity that none of those people showed their guns, otherwise, I could have started from the source of the guns and found out where these people came from.

Japan's knife and gun control law is very strict, except for the Self-Defense Forces and the police, ordinary people are not allowed to possess firearms other than shotguns and air guns, and even the Yamaguchi-gumi, to get some hot weapons, have to be sneaky, these people dare to carry guns in broad daylight, it is really surprising.

There are veterans, a large number of firearms, and a very purposeful operation......

This organization is not simple.

Thinking about this, I can't help but feel a little glad that I didn't have the spur of the moment and directly ordered the "Seven Deadly Sins" to attack the incoming people. If you don't care about it, you will be happy, and the newly established company may not be able to keep it.

These people are just right not to let outsiders analyze their identity information from their behavior, but also to let the other party perceive that they are not easy to mess with from all kinds of clues.

Alas, it's annoying, what the hell are those people coming from?

"Xiaohui, what are you thinking? I called you several times, but you didn't hear it?" Xiaolan's voice suddenly came into my ears in the middle of a headache.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted for a while, what did you just say, Sister Xiaolan?" Coming back to my senses, I scratched my head and smiled apologetically at Xiaolan.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just seeing that you haven't eaten much all the time, and I just want to remind you. Xiaolan waved her hand again and again, looking at me with a look full of concern: "Is it because you didn't sleep well because of the juice yesterday?" Xiaohui, your face doesn't look good, and your appetite is not very good. ”

"It's okay Sister Xiaolan, I'm fine...... Hmm, this sushi is delicious!" In order not to worry Xiaolan too much, I quickly picked up a piece of sushi from the table and stuffed it into my mouth.

"Really, don't eat too quickly, be careful of choking. Seeing me gobbling up, Xiaolan smiled dotingly, picked up a tissue casually, walked over Conan, and helped me wipe my mouth.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. Conan suddenly began to cough.

"What's wrong with you, Conan, did you choke on a drink just now?" Xiaolan's face turned anxious, let go of me, and began to look at it again.

Me: "......"

I'm really convinced of Conan's discipline.

I kind of understand, this guy basically has only two forms in his daily life: the omniscient detective, and Xiaolan's vinegar jar.

But then again, how can the atmosphere at the dinner table seem a little delicate?

Kuroki, who had been frequently persuading him to drink just now, was now sitting in his seat with an embarrassed expression, silent, while Hayakawa Shizuyama was sitting on the main seat with a serious face, drinking silently.

"Hey, what happened at the dinner table?" I reached out and poked Conan beside me with my elbow. This guy, who has had a look on his face and soul from the beginning, enjoys Xiaolan's care, and doesn't know what the situation is now.

"Oh, that's what you said, just now Uncle Mori suggested that Mr. Kuroki participate in a painting competition in his own name with Mr. Hayakawa as a judge, but Mr. Hayakawa refused, and Mr. Hayakawa said that Mr. Kuroki's painting skills are not yet at home, and he needs to continue practicing. Conan explained to me nonchalantly with one chopstick in his hand.

"I see. "No wonder the atmosphere is so weird.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, Uncle Maori is here, and this atmosphere won't last long. With this approach, I looked at Uncle Maori's position.

Uncle Maori really didn't disappoint me, he was obviously drunk, with a blush on his face, and he sang a country slang song that he didn't know where he learned it, or an out-of-tune version, which successfully made the already gloomy and watery face of Hayakawa Shizuyama even more difficult to look at.

"Uncle, uncle, stop singing! stop singing!" I turned my face away and tugged at the corner of Uncle Maori's coat, hoping that he would sober up.

Really, singing is a little out of tune, isn't it? Look at Conan, every time you sing...... Well, he wasn't self-conscious.

"This wine is really good~ By the way, Mr. Shizuyama!" I don't know if it's the credit of me for pulling the corners of my clothes, Uncle Maori suddenly stopped his ugly singing, and said to Hayakawa Shizuyama with a little excitement: "Please ask the teacher to make a stick figure portrait for us!"

"This ...... Not tonight. "Hayakawa Shizuyama obviously had a lot of wine, his face was red, his eyes were drunk, and he hesitated for Uncle Maori's suggestion and refused.

"Please, teacher, didn't you often paint portraits of us when you were in Tokyo, just like before!" Uncle Maori pleaded with his hands folded to Shizuyama Hayakawa.

Seeing Uncle Maori looking at him with an expectant expression, Hayakawa Shizuyama reluctantly picked up his drawing board and pen and began to copy it to Xiaolan.

However, a moment later, the blood on the face of Hayakawa Shizuyama, who had just been flushed with red light, turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. Immediately after that, Shizuyama's brush stopped, and his originally happy expression suddenly became angry, and he ripped off the paper on the drawing board, crumpled it and threw it out.

"No!" Hayakawa Shizuyama clutched his trembling right hand, his face full of frustration.

"Teacher......" Uncle Maori was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and immediately sat down and apologized to Hayakawa Jingshantu: "I'm sorry teacher!

"It's okay, it's okay, it's none of you, it's that my alcohol consumption has been getting worse and worse lately, hahaha......" Hayakawa Shizuyama smiled reluctantly.

Hei Mu, who was on the side, saw that the atmosphere was about to turn bad, so he quickly changed the topic and said to Hayakawa Jingshan: "Teacher, let's go fishing tomorrow, right?"

Uncle Maori hurriedly agreed: "Good idea, Mr. Shizuyama, please let us go fishing with you tomorrow, right?"

"Fishing, it looks like I haven't fished for a long time...... "It can be seen that Hayakawa Shizuyama also wants to end the topic of painting early, and after thinking about Kuroki's proposal for a while, he agreed.

As a result, the atmosphere of the banquet was harmonious again.

Not long after, Hayakawa Jingshan retreated first and went back to his room to rest on the grounds that he was not strong enough to drink, and as soon as the old man left, Xiaolan and Kuroki's eyes locked on Uncle Maori at the same time.

"Dad, you were too rude to Mr. Shizuyama just now!"

"That's it, Mr. Maori, you're going to be very sad for you!"

"Do you two think I'm really drunk and talking nonsense?" In the face of the accusations of the two, Uncle Maori, who looked drunk just now, suddenly turned pale, and his eyes burst into a blazing light, where is there still half a drunken appearance?

"I was just acting, and I just wanted to see how Shizuyama-sensei's painting skills were now, but I didn't expect that Mr. Shizuyama really couldn't draw anymore. Uncle Maori sighed, with a slightly melancholy expression.

"I see! Mr. Mori is indeed a detective! I'm sorry, but I blamed you!" The two of them suddenly realized, and Kuroki looked at Uncle Mori with a look of admiration.

I reached for the crumpled ball of paper and opened it to see a bust of a crooked, trembling woman appearing in front of me.

"I see, no wonder Mr. Kuroki said that Shizuyama-sensei has suicidal tendencies, such a change is too cruel for a painter. Conan, who came up to me and looked at the painting with me, sighed.

"Well, I hope that tomorrow the rain will stop, so that the old gentleman can fish well and relax. I handed the painting to Conan and said with a smile.

"You don't have to worry about that, the weather forecast says that tomorrow in the early morning, the rain will stop, and there will be no delay in fishing. Kuroki assured us, and then said, "It's still early, if you're interested, would you like to come and see my studio?"

"Yes, yes!" Uncle Maori and Ran echoed in unison, and Conan nodded nondeniably.

"Go ahead, I'm a little sleepy, so I'll go to sleep. I shook my head and rejected Kuroki's offer.

"Then let's go to the studio first, oh Xiaohui, do you know where the bedroom is?" Xiaolan asked me a little uneasily.

"I know, Aunt Noriko didn't tell us just now, so you can rest assured to visit. I nodded, watched Xiaolan and the others out of the house, stretched, and prepared to go back to the bedroom to continue reading the photos and videos from the grass and trees.

I don't believe those guys will show their feet at all!

In other words, since the old man's hands are shaking so much, how did he draw this picture of Mount Fuji in the hall?

Nothing was said all night.

Early in the morning, with a pair of panda eyes, I was dragged up by Conan and pulled into the fishing boat of Uncle Maori.

I failed, staring at my phone for most of the night, and I didn't gain anything except that I could see that the clothes of those people were made of exquisite fabrics and were expensive. Even when those people eat, they only eat what they bring with them, and there are no loopholes to be found.

I have to admit that those people still have a set.

Miss Noriko went to the hospital in a hurry early in the morning because she had to take care of her seriously ill mother, and the old man Jingshan seemed to have drunk too much yesterday and got cold when he slept at night, so he called this morning and said that he couldn't come fishing and wanted to rest in the room.

Kuroki jokingly said that if it doesn't rain today, I'm afraid everyone will starve.

Ran, Uncle Maori, and Conan were energetically fishing in the floating boat at sea, while I dozed off on the boat with a fishing rod in one hand and chin in the other.

The sun shines on the body after the rain, with a warm and moist feeling, so comfortable.

When I think of fish, I can't help but think of Kaito. I haven't been in touch for a while, and I don't know how the kid is doing now. By the way, it really can't work, so let Kuaidou get out of the horse, let him infiltrate the lair of those unknown people, and help him find out the identities of those people.

No, no, those people are too dangerous, and they still have guns, and if Kaito gets hurt in any way, I'll be guilty.

"Hah!

With Xiaolan's laughter, a big fish was thrown up from the sea by her, and the cyan tail of the fish made a crystal splash in the air, reflecting the light of the sun, and setting off Xiaolan's flawless smiling face even more dazzling.

Xiaolan is really the darling of God.

In contrast, Uncle Maori is so miserable, the things he catches are either broken shoes, or stinky socks, let alone fish, and he can't even catch a living thing, which is really funny.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and my stomach began to growl uncontrollably.

"Hungry, huh, Hui. Lan smiled and handed me a few packets of biscuits, chocolates and other snacks.

"Eat this at noon, don't you have a bento?" I looked at Xiaolan. I really want to eat the croquettes made by Xiaolan.

"I'm sorry, Xiaohui," Xiaolan touched my head apologetically, "Miss Noriko left early in the morning because she was going to the hospital, so there was no lunch at noon today." ”

I see. I suddenly realized and smiled at Xiaolan: "It's okay, the snacks are good." ”

I smiled as I looked at the snacks in my hand, there were biscuits, chocolate, bread, ham sausage, well, quite rich.

Wait!Chocolate?

The moment I saw the chocolate, a flash of lightning flashed through my mind, and I was stunned!

I see!

I know who they are!