Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Chapter 2 I'm not like you rats in the gutter.

Shoichi's father was originally a high-ranking official in the shogunate, but was later imprisoned.

The reason for his imprisonment was also outrageous: embezzlement.

It's really strange. That was clearly a political donation, completely legal and reasonable. How did it become embezzlement?

The old policeman didn't understand any of this. He only knew that Zheng Yi's father was doing well in the 'prison,' with his daily life no different from usual, and he even had many more policemen as bodyguards.

"Why don't you apologize?" the old policeman suggested to Zheng Yi.

Hearing this, Yumi Miyamoto's eyelids twitched, and she said to the old policeman, "He's done so much, and an apology is all it takes to get it over with?"

The old policeman didn't care, he just showed the string of things to Yumi Miyamoto.

Even Yumi Miyamoto was stunned and felt her scalp tingle.

How can one person produce so many things?

She began to understand the old policeman; it was indeed a difficult situation.

However, "We must educate Masakazu, otherwise he will definitely do it again next time," Miyamoto Yumi said.

The veteran policeman also felt a bit of a headache.

Why are you taking it so seriously? It's almost time to leave work, just get it over with.

It's not like anything particularly heinous happened. It's just that Young Master Zhengyi has just returned to China and doesn't know that you can't just pick up any car in China.

Young Master Zhengyi is a very kind person. He just wanted to adopt the lost car. What did he do wrong?

But the veteran policeman didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of the young woman, so he said, "Yumi, you're right, but education can't be accomplished overnight."

I will gradually help Young Master Zhengyi understand Japanese law. For now, let's just admit our mistake.

Yumi Miyamoto frowned, but she still thought the old policeman was mature and shrewd, and there was nothing wrong with him.

"Sorry, I was wrong." Zheng Yi offered a perfunctory apology.

They wouldn't even bother to say five words in an apology.

This posture was naturally unsatisfactory. The old policeman's eyelids twitched, and sure enough, he saw Miyamoto Yumi slam her hand on the table and say with some annoyance:

"Is this how you apologize?"

"I've already apologized, what more do you want from me?" Zheng Yi spread his hands: "If you're still not satisfied, whether you throw stones at me or whatever, it's up to you."

Masakazu looked at Miyamoto Yumi with a roguish grin.

Seeing her anger rising rapidly, Zheng Yi said directly, "Don't go too far! I haven't even settled accounts with you for molesting me!"

Veteran policeman: ! ! ?

He never expected that Yumi Miyamoto would be this kind of woman.

Although Prince Zheng Yi is indeed very handsome, even he, an old man, couldn't help but praise him, you, Miyamoto Yumi, can't lay a hand on him!

You're a police officer, and Young Master Zhengyi isn't an ordinary person either. This isn't appropriate!

"Snapped!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Miyamoto Yumi slammed her hand on the table, pointing angrily at Shoichi.

Zheng Yi, not to be outdone, stuck out his butt and said, "Why don't you go check the fingerprints on my pants and see if Miyamoto Yumi's are on them?"

"you……"

"Alright," the old policeman interrupted Yumi Miyamoto.

"I'm so sorry!" The old policeman bowed to Shoichi on behalf of Yumi Miyamoto.

Yumi Miyamoto was extremely frustrated.

It was clearly that bastard Zheng Yi who broke the law, yet the police have to apologize to him?

She wanted to say something more, but the old policeman silenced her with a single look.

She could only reluctantly shut her mouth.

Because there really were her fingerprints on Zheng Yi's butt.

Zheng Yi was tolerant and kind, and quickly forgave the police after they admitted their mistake. "Would you like us to take you home?" the old policeman asked.

"No need, I can go back by myself," Zheng Yi said.

Shoichi was afraid that Miyamoto Yumi would volunteer to take him back and then kick him off the way.

With a smile, Masakazu greeted Yumi Miyamoto and left the police station.

Watching Masakazu's retreating figure, Miyamoto Yumi gritted her teeth in frustration.

You'd better not fall into my hands again, otherwise... I really don't think I have any other choice.
Miyamoto Yumi thought to herself, feeling frustrated.

If Zheng Yi hadn't made some serious mistake, he wouldn't have been in any danger.

While Miyamoto Yumi was feeling indignant, Masakazu hummed a little tune as he arrived at a bar.

"A glass of juice, please."

A burly man in black walked over and said with a smile, "You come to a bar and only want to drink a glass of juice?"

“In Japan, you have to be twenty years old to be exposed to things like tobacco and alcohol, so of course I have to abide by the law.” Zheng Yi took the juice handed to him by the waiter and took a sip.

The taste was rather poor.

"Hello, I am Karasuma Shoichi." Shoichi extended his hand to the man in black.

"Wu Huan?"

This surname represents quite a lot in their organization.

"Heh, Vodka, that Cointreau guy is talking nonsense." A blond-haired man walked over, holding a wine glass in his hand.

Gin placed his glass on the table and asked, "Did you resolve Akemi Miyano's issue?"

“It’s resolved. She won’t appear in front of you anymore,” Zheng Yi said.

"Where's the money?"

"It's been deposited in the bank."

Gin looked at Shoichi with a playful expression.

He just robbed a sum of money from the bank, then deposited it back into the bank. Only Jundu could do that without being caught.

Masakazu raised his glass and clinked it with Gin's.

"However, Akemi Miyano only managed to snatch 800 million yen."

Gin frowned. How dare Akemi Miyano deceive him with something like this? Could it be that you embezzled the money?
Noticing Gin's sneer, Seiichi said disdainfully, "With my wealth, you don't think I'd even look at that kind of money, do you?"

Gin thought about it and realized it made sense. Shoichi's family was one of Japan's major conglomerates, and as an important member of such a family, 200 million yen was nothing to him.

But what Gin didn't know was that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

If you don't care about 200 million yen, how can you have such a large fortune?

Masayu handed the bank card to Gin and said, "You can use this card to withdraw money, but there will definitely be losses in the money laundering process. You can't possibly get 800 million yen."

“I understand that,” Gin said.

Zheng Yi nodded, having earned some more money from the organization.

Gin looked at Shoichi and said, "The boss has entrusted you with the task of killing traitors and undercover agents, which will save me a lot of effort."

He has never doubted it to this day.

The boss thought he was too bloodthirsty and worried that he would kill everyone in the organization, so he assigned him responsibilities.

He simply assumed that the boss thought he was working too hard and gave him a menial job.

"No, no, no," Zheng Yi said. "My main job is related to 'money.' As for hunting down traitors and undercover agents, or other matters of the organization, don't come to me casually. I may not have the time."

"Oh?"

“I’m an employee of a big bank with a bright future. I’m not some rat in the gutter like you. How could I do things that involve fighting and killing and damage my image?” Zheng Yi said in a nasty tone.

(End of this chapter)