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Chapter 87 Amuro Tooru's Sleepless Night (Seeking First Subscription)

Dinner was ready in no time.

At this point, there were no other customers in the restaurant besides them, so Amuro Tooru and Enomoto Azusa sat down and ate together.

A sign indicating that the store is closed has been hung outside, signifying that business hours have ended for the day.

"I'm vague, I'm vague, I'm vague!"

At the dining table, Genta exclaimed in surprise, repeating it three times in a row.

Even the arm holding the food appeared as if it were a phantom, constantly stuffing food into its mouth.

A starving ghost reincarnated!

Seeing this, Kitahara Natsuhiro felt somewhat embarrassed.

It's just a meal, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?

It makes it seem like he's abusing them at school.

"Yuanta, slow down, no one's going to take it from you."

Mitsuhiko's cheeks twitched involuntarily; he also felt somewhat embarrassed.

It wouldn't matter if it were just a few of them eating together, since they all know each other well.

But there are other people here now, and their eating manners are so unseemly that he feels embarrassed for Yuan Tai.

Haha, Genta's stomach can really hold a lot. No wonder Kitahara-sensei told Genta to eat less fruit, otherwise he would really get an upset stomach.

Conan glanced at Genta, thought to himself, and then picked up a piece of fish and ate it.

Hmm, I must say, it's really delicious.

"But it's really delicious!"

Genta's cheeks were stuffed full, just like a fat hamster.

"It's really delicious." Ayumi chimed in, "Amuro-nii is amazing."

"That's right, it's just as good as my family's chef, it's so delicious. And the taste is quite authentic too," Sonoko exclaimed.

She has eaten authentic Chinese food and knows what it tastes like.

Although these dishes weren't as refined as the ones she'd eaten before, the taste was undeniably delicious.

"chef?"

Upon hearing these two words, everyone realized the blind spot.

After all, most families don't have a chef.

Sonoko noticed everyone's gaze and explained with a smile, "My name is Suzuki Sonoko, the Suzuki from the Suzuki Zaibatsu."

The restaurant was silent for a few seconds, then erupted in gasps.

"Ugh!!!"

Genta, Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Azusa Enomoto looked shocked.

They never expected that Sonoko was actually the heiress of the Suzuki zaibatsu, and that she was so down-to-earth, just like any other girl from an ordinary family.

It's important to know that the Suzuki Zaibatsu is the number one zaibatsu in Japan, even stronger than the Ooka Zaibatsu, with its reach extending to every aspect of various industries.

It can be said that Japanese people, from birth to death, inevitably have contact with the Suzuki zaibatsu.

Just like its neighbor Samsung.

Even so, the Ooka zaibatsu still looked down on the Suzuki zaibatsu, considering them nouveau riche.

However, given the current situation, the Suzuki zaibatsu is indeed a nouveau riche compared to the Ooka zaibatsu.

Because conglomerates compete not only on financial resources, but also on social status.

The Ooka zaibatsu has produced a prime minister, while the Suzuki zaibatsu has not.

"Sigh," Amuro Tooru glanced at Sonoko and thought to himself, "She just casually mentioned her identity as the second daughter of the Suzuki Zaibatsu. She really has no airs at all. Isn't she afraid that if word gets out, she'll be kidnapped?"

Moreover, he was quite certain that there were no Suzuki zaibatsu bodyguards around.

"However, it's also clear that they have excellent upbringing; they don't have the airs of a typical rich young master or lady."

He recognized Sonoko as the second daughter of the Suzuki zaibatsu the moment he saw her.

As a member of the police department, it was impossible for him not to know the young ladies and gentlemen of Japan's major conglomerates.

He memorized the appearances of all these people, and his first impression of Sonoko was also quite good. Apart from being a bit infatuated, he had no other bad impressions and she was in the top tier. Besides Sonoko, Ooka Momiji of the Ooka Zaibatsu was also in the top tier.

As for the other chaebol heirs, in his eyes they were all scoundrels.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, it was the truth, and these hapless second-generation rich kids were the future of Japan, which saddened him somewhat.

If they really encounter any trouble, and he happens to be there too, he will still choose to lend a helping hand.

Because his lover is this country, and this is his duty.

But America is rolling around in and out of your lover, Touko!

Touko: That's enough, it's impolite to keep talking like that.

"Hehe." Sonoko grinned and said, "It's nothing. Quite a few people at school know who I am, so it's okay to tell you."

"As long as you don't go around spreading rumors, it'll be fine."

"Next time, I'll take you to my house for a big meal."

Upon hearing this, the little kids exchanged glances and immediately cheered, chanting "Sister Sonoko, Sister Sonoko!" repeatedly.

And Sonoko also fell for these repeated calls of "Sonoko-neechan" (older sister Sonoko).

"That Sonoko guy is pretty good at this."

"But that smile seems so familiar." Conan couldn't help but remark, looking at Sonoko's smile.

He had seen that smile on Kogoro Mouri's face before.

Exactly the same.

after an hour
After Sonoko and the others finished their feast, they helped Kitahara Natsuhiro and Amuro Tooru clean up the restaurant to express their gratitude.

Genta, in particular, worked extremely hard.

They've probably tasted the sweetness of it and are preparing to continue getting things for free.

Kitahara Natsuyu, a seasoned freeloader, saw through Genta's thoughts at a glance.

However, it's not a big problem. As long as Yuan Tai and the others listen to him and don't cause him any trouble, he can treat them to meals without any problem.

After all, he still has hundreds of millions of Maple Leaf Gold Coins in his hands. Treating someone to a meal is nothing to him, nothing to him!
A moment later, Kitahara Natsuhiro and the others had also finished cleaning up.

The sun was already setting.

"Genta, Ayumi, and Mitsuhiko, don't play around on the way home. Do your homework when you get back. I've already spoken to your parents." Kitahara Natsuyu stood at the shop entrance and gave the three of them his instructions. "If you're not home in half an hour, don't blame me for being impolite."

The ultimate weapon: home visits and copying school rules—it never fails.

"Yes!" Genta and the other two said in unison.

"Well, be careful on the road."

"Goodbye Kitahara-sensei, Amuro-nii, Sonoko-neechan, Ran-neechan, Azusa-neechan, and goodbye Conan."

Genta and the others waved, slung their backpacks over their shoulders, and turned to leave. The setting sun cast long shadows of them until they disappeared at the end of the road.

Then, a luxury car drove up; it was a Suzuki.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Sonoko also left by car.

Conan then went back to the agency with Ran.

Finally, Kitahara Natsuhiro stood at the restaurant entrance, watching Amuro Tooru and Enomoto Azusa leave.

"Touko, looks like it's going to be another busy night," Kitahara Natsuhiro remarked, then took out his phone to text Akiko.

Then I walked towards my Mihua Apartment.

As for Amuro Tooru, he will definitely go back to investigate the identities of Edogawa Fumiyo and Edogawa Conan.

Although Conan didn't do anything surprising in the restaurant, the incident between Fumiyo Edogawa and Chris during the day had already made him realize that there was something wrong.

He also wanted to start with the mother and son to see if he could get any information about absinthe from them.

Moreover, Fumiyo Edogawa looked somewhat familiar to him, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

He won't be able to sleep until the matter is thoroughly investigated.

There's more to come, I'm writing it now, I'm rushing to finish it.

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