Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

The next day, Conan got his passport from Lin Feng and was smiling all day long.

"Conan-kun, did anything good happen?"

This boy attracted A Zi's attention because he was too happy.

Could it be that the manager treated him to juice?
"I got very good grades in my recent exams..." Conan said with a smile.

This passport is real!

Not fake!

From now on, Huiyuan is the only illegal resident...

"Strange, don't you get full marks on every exam?"

A Zi heard from Xiaolan about Conan's grades, and he almost never reads books, and the same goes for his homework, which he finishes in one go.

"The first grade questions in elementary school are really difficult recently, right?" Lin Feng asked after looking at the dog-headed detective.

"Yes, yes, hahaha~" Conan touched his head and laughed.

It was already evening, and Xiaolan went downstairs and walked into Polo.

"Conan, Brother Lin Feng, it's almost time, we should set off!"

They made an appointment to go to the food street to eat and drink.

……

There were four customers sitting in a small restaurant, and Uncle Maori was among them.

This small restaurant is full of Showa style. The whole room is only about three meters wide, and it also includes the space for the proprietress to operate and the dining room.

Once customers sit down, there is no aisle at all and their backs have to lean against the wall.

There were four customers, three men and one woman, so the place was full.

The middle-aged proprietress, who looked very wealthy, was cooking with her back to a few people.

"Really? A dark horse appeared today." An older man sitting next to Uncle Maori was drinking and sighing.

"No, it would be strange if I could win the prize in this situation."

Sitting next to this man, in the innermost seat, was a woman wearing glasses and with delicate makeup.

She looked to be in her thirties, with a good figure. She also sighed, tilted her head back and leaned against the wall.

This is probably the only good thing about this store. No matter how hard you lean back, you won't fall down...

Uncle Maori was different from them. He had a smile on his face. He put down the wine glass in his hand and turned around to ask, "Did everyone go to watch the horse race today?"

"Every week there are regular customers who love horse racing coming here." The busy proprietress turned her fat face and said with a smile.

The proprietress, dressed in a kimono, looked to be at least fifty years old, and the smile on her fat face looked very kind.

"Yes, I came here immediately after the game was over." The lady wearing glasses sitting in the innermost seat smiled and nodded.

"Everyone wants to come here to talk about whether they make a profit or a loss." The older man next to her also smiled.

It seems that the two of them didn't lose much this time and could even laugh.

"Haha, that's it."

"To be honest, I'm the same as everyone else!" Uncle Maori smiled and took out a stack of horse tickets from his jacket pocket.

"123 triple order?!"

When Uncle Maori waved the lottery ticket, the curly-haired boy sitting at the outermost corner looked shocked.

This uncle with a mustache is really wild!
Triple Color (Triple): Three designated horses will enter the first to third place (in a specified order of ranking). The difficulty of predicting and winning the prize is extremely high.

"That's right!"

Uncle Maori smiled and put a few lottery tickets on the table, motioning for the other party to have a look. "This, this is the winning lottery ticket for today!" The curly-haired boy said in shock.

I won the prize three times in a row. This luck is unbeatable.

"what?!"

The man and woman sitting in the innermost seat were also startled.

"Hahaha~"

"I am very lucky today, let me treat everyone to a drink!" Uncle Maori laughed happily and immediately asked the proprietress to pour a glass of wine for everyone.

"This horse racing ticket..." The curly-haired guy looked at it seriously for a few seconds and wanted to speak, but the detective with the mustache was too happy and he didn't have the chance to interrupt.

"This customer is really generous." The proprietress praised with a smile.

"Not bad." Uncle Maori raised his glass and said.

The curly-haired boy smiled and said nothing more. He sorted out the lottery tickets scattered on the table and put them next to Uncle Maori.

"crunch~"

The proprietress sat on the metal swivel chair, turned around, took a bottle of wine, and then turned around and put it on the dining table.

This kind of swivel chair is very practical in a small kitchen. You can turn it around and get things while taking a break.

There will be a crunching sound, probably due to the weight...

Uncle Maori leaned over curiously, and when he saw that it was a swivel chair, he sat back in the chair and put the horse racing ticket on the table back into his pocket.

"I don't know when I will have such good luck again." The older man drank another glass of wine and sighed.

"Won't you be able to receive your pension in a while?"

Shan Qianxun, the lady wearing glasses, glanced at the other person and asked.

"Pension?" The proprietress sitting behind the counter looked at the man with a questioning and scrutinizing gaze.

"No, it's not much actually." Facing the boss lady's gaze, the man named Nakamura Susumu became obviously flustered.

He will soon be sixty-five years old, and he will indeed be able to receive a pension then.

"Use this money to take me to Hawaii for a trip, okay?" Shan Qianxun grabbed Nakamura Jin's arm and said in a coquettish tone.

One is in his thirties, the other in his sixties. Although there is a big age difference, it doesn’t matter as long as they have money.

Moreover, Nakamura Susumu's expression did not change much. It seems that the two of them do this often. I wonder if there is really any ambiguous relationship between them.

"You are willing to spend money on entertainment. In this case, as a rich man, you should not drink that cheap wine. I will treat you with better wine, okay?"

The proprietress smiled meaningfully, stood up from her swivel chair and pointed to the bottles of wine on the top of the wine cabinet.

Anyone who knows a little bit can see that these bottles of wine are not cheap.

"No, no need."

"If you want to have fun, just go to Shonan." After rejecting the proprietress's kindness, Nakamura Susumu turned around and said to Shan Chihiro.

During this season, the Shonan coast is very lively, and there is also a Hawaii.

"That's true. I hold my press conference in the restaurant in that place every year!" Shan Qianxun let go of the other person's arm, picked up the fan on the dining table with a smile, and placed it next to her chin.

"I've been looking forward to this for a long time!" The curly-haired guy sitting outside was named Masao Shinohara. When he saw the other party's actions, he shouted "good" and livened up the atmosphere.

"..."

"Press conference?" Uncle Maori had a puzzled expression on his face.

"I am a Japanese dance teacher." Shan Qianxun stood up, opened her fan, hummed a tune, and began to dance beside the small seat...

A versatile customer... (End of this chapter)