Liang Jian: I have a canteen

"She has been squatting in the tree pit eavesdropping for almost an hour. I was not just telling a story, I also mentioned your name in the middle. It's not surprising that she can remember it." Xu San explained for the girl.

The girl stuck out her tongue and made a face. "I was just passing by and overheard it by accident! I just didn't expect that a Japanese like you would know so much."

Xu San folded his hands and looked at the girl's attire: a baseball cap, big glasses, plaid overalls, the pen on her chest and the notes in her hand. It was easy to guess her occupation: a reporter.

Xu San smiled. He didn't expect to meet someone in the same industry here.

The girl looked at Xu San and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"You're a reporter, right?"

"Oh, how did you know?" the girl asked in surprise.

"I can tell from the way you're dressed. And I'm also a reporter, so we're in the same industry."

The girl became interested after hearing this. "Really? Which newspaper are you from? And since we are in the same business, please give me a discount on the Sihang Warehouse matter."

"Haha, do you think you can report the story of the Sihang Warehouse?" Xu Sanda laughed and poured a bucket of cold water on him.

The girl was silent, with resentment written all over her face!

She knew that what Xu San said was right. Although Shanghai looked prosperous, the blockade of public opinion was more severe than anywhere else in the country.

Just look at those wealthy merchant clans who live a life of luxury and debauchery.

Seeing the girl gritting her teeth, Xu San couldn't help but want to tease her, "If you want to listen, stay with me for a night and I'll tell you!"

The girl's eyes suddenly lit up and she looked at Xu San seriously, "Really!"

"real!"

"Okay! I promise you!" The girl said and got directly into the car, looking as if she was about to be executed.

Xu San probably knew what the girl was thinking, but he still wanted to hear it from her own mouth, so he asked, "Why? Don't you Chinese women value your innocence? Is it worth it for a story that might be fake?"

"It's worth it!" the girl said firmly. "But do you have a way to report it?" Xu San continued to ask.

"Just because I can't report it now doesn't mean I can't report it in the future. When the time comes, I will write it down and make it public, so that everyone will know the reputation of the eight hundred warriors!"

"Clap, clap, clap!" Xu San clapped, and Miako also clapped.

The applause from both of them made the girl who was taking pictures feel embarrassed.

"Let's go." Xu San smiled and sat in the passenger seat, leaving the back seat to the girl.

The driver also laughed. He didn't expect that Xu San would pick up a beautiful woman just by strolling around.

On the way home, the girl continued to ask, "Sir, I don't even know your name yet?"

"My name is Edogawa Conan."

"You said you are also a journalist, so which newspaper do you work for?"

"Asahi Shimbun." Xu San answered every question in the interview.

"Ah!" the girl exclaimed, and the pen in her hand trembled. "No wonder you know so much."

"Haha~" Xu San smiled faintly, "The channels for obtaining information are different. I believe you also have some news that I know. How about, in exchange, maybe I don't need you to accompany me tonight?"

"Hmm" the girl pondered, weighing the pros and cons.

"Then are you still going to talk about the eight hundred?"

"Tell me!" Xu San said straightforwardly.

"Don't regret it." The girl said, and put her face close to Xu San's ear and whispered, "The leader of the Black Dragon Society, Hengshan Yima, ran away with the money." (End of this chapter)