The world's network is still in the state of just being introduced to the masses, desktop computers are still luxury, and laptops have not yet appeared.

The only news that can be found on mobile phones is some one-sided reports.

There are no interesting comments from sand sculpture netizens, and the Internet speed is still slow to death.

In the bar, Bai Jingxing, who had already drunk several glasses, unconsciously pressed the refresh button while thinking about the next case.

A calm voice suddenly came from behind him:

"You look laid-back, Bai Jingxing."

The sound is somewhat familiar.

When Bai Jingxing turned around, he saw a big man in a black suit, sunglasses, and a chin that seemed to cover the sky.

It's the distillery driver, no, it's his financier, vodka.

Bai Jingxing put away his phone and tried to make his smile sincere:

"It's just to watch the news, in our business, information is life."

Vodka snorted very coldly and sat down next to Bai Jingxing:

"If you don't think of a reason to convince me, you don't have to pay attention to it in the future."

Faced with the threat of vodka, Bai Jingxing did not panic at all:

"Of course, in order to show my sincerity, I specially prepared a small gift, you should know, right?"

Vodka stunned, gift? What gift?

Bai Jingxing knew that this gold lord didn't have enough brains, and he didn't become a riddler.

After glancing at it, he brought the mixed cocktail to the bartender of the vodka, and continued:

"Mitsunama Group's short-selling plan.

"It's a little difficult to make $100 million from this small company, but as long as you have enough funds and make $10 million, it shouldn't be difficult."

Vodka is pounding, can you make so much money?

That's enough for him and the boss to make a few shots.

For stocks, vodka has a little bit to know.

To go long is to buy at a low price and sell at a high price;

Shorting is to borrow shares from others, sell them when the price is high, and then buy the shares back and return them to others when the price drops.

To put it simply, it's all about making the difference.

But how to do it and who to borrow the stock from, vodka is not clear.

He pushed his glasses, maintained the majesty that an organization cadre should have, and read out the lines prepared by the eldest brother in advance:

"Heh, you want us to help you with this plan.

"If there is no large-scale sell-off of stocks, there is no way to completely suppress the stock price based on some rumors."

Bai Jingxing didn't expect vodka to react so quickly, and was a little surprised.

simply said calmly:

"I do have this plan, I originally wanted the Senyuan family to make a move, but looking at the appearance of the Senyuan chrysanthemum, I'm afraid I won't be able to get much money.

"If you don't participate, the stock will still go down, just make a little less.

"A small gift to show my sincerity.

"As for the money I owe you, after a year, I promise to double it back to you!"

As for why it has to be a year later......

It's not that Bai Jingxing doesn't feel that he doesn't have to pay back the money after entering Conan for the first year.

Mainly because, in Conan's time, the devil knows how it beats.

What if he agrees to repay the money after half a year, and he wakes up from winter to summer?

Vodka didn't speak, because the script given by the eldest brother only had these two sentences.

He drank seriously, pretending that he was seriously thinking about whether Bai Jingxing's request was worth agreeing to.

"Squeak-" and the door to the bar was pushed open.

A middle-aged man hurriedly ran in and said:

"Oh, it's raining so hard, and the weather forecast is really inaccurate at all."

Then sit on the other side of the vodka and say to the bartender:

"I want the same cup as him."

With a relaxed smile on his face, his eyes looked at Bai Jingxing intentionally or unintentionally.

Bai Jingxing also looked at him with curiosity.

Black turtleneck, dark blue jacket, very ordinary dress.

The appearance is still online, and he looks like a decent character, which doesn't match the organizational style at all.

Bai Jingxing remembered the appearance of fake wine, real wine, and water-infused wine in the original book, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This guy can't be an undercover agent again, right?

The original book has not appeared, is it an unimportant low-level personnel?

Without waiting for the middle-aged man or Bai Jingxing to say anything tentative, Vodka knocked on the table silently.

The middle-aged man understood, didn't dare to ask more, took out a white envelope from his arms, put it on the table, and pushed it towards the vodka.

Vodka naturally picked up the envelope and put it in his arms.

I don't know if it's because the atmosphere in the bar is too heavy, or if the middle-aged man has such a personality, his tone seems to be very relaxed:

"Don't you have to be sure what's inside?"

Vodka snorted, this time with obvious disdain, completely different from the pretending coldness:

"Hmph, if it's a fake, your life will be gone."

As he spoke, he pushed a yellow envelope to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man may have become accustomed to this threat, and his face has not changed at all.

Unceremoniously opened the envelope, took out the banknotes inside, and skillfully examined them:

"I'll have to make sure."

Vodka didn't care, and took a sip from his glass.

When the bartender brought the wine, the middle-aged man just finished counting the bills:

"OK, no problem."

He picked up his cocktail and asked tentatively:

"By the way, what's your next job?

"At least let me know what the next job will be, right?"

Vodka didn't pay attention to him, he wasn't a big brother of gin, and he liked to talk nonsense with the dead before killing someone.

"You know what?"

Just when Vodka was secretly complaining about his eldest brother, Gin suddenly appeared next to the middle-aged man:

"There's a rat lately sneaking around the organization doing something nasty."

Gin said as he slowly looked at the middle-aged man:

"Have you heard of it?

In the face of Gin's oppressive and highly targeted questioning, the middle-aged man struggled to maintain his composure:

"I haven't heard of it."

His right eyelid jumped, and a drop of cold sweat poured out from the corner of his forehead:

"Is the next job to get this rat out?"

"Nope."

Gin appreciated the little mouse's struggling expression and stopped looking at him:

"Who the rat is, I already have an eyebrow."

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat:

"Yes."

He pretended to smile calmly, took a sip of wine to suppress his shock, and praised as if changing the subject:

"This wine is delicious!"

He asked the bartender, "What's your name?" ”

Gin replied to the bartender, "Rum! ”

The name was spoken, but the middle-aged man's body stiffened again, and his head turned uncontrollably to gin.

Gin continued unhurriedly:

"Served with Cointreau orange wine, and a dash of lemon juice."

After the man relaxed a little, Gin looked at him with an evil smile on his face as if he had seen his prey:

"X.Y.Z. Cocktail, after drinking this glass, it's time for it to be over."

Hearing this familiar conversation, Bai Jingxing had an ominous premonition in his heart.

This seems to be the first episode of the reset, the plot where Gin just appeared, right?

So what's next......