Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Chapter 52 So, I can't help but ask...
There's no man Zheng Yi can't have.

Since Amuro Tooru is pretending to be reserved now, let's leave him hanging for a while. This guy will definitely change his mind.

I didn't eat with Ai today; instead, I went to see my dad.

As always, Saburo Sumitomo sat on the sofa, holding his cat, watching the latest release, "The Ring".

"Your movie promotion is inhumane."

"Huh?" Zheng Yi looked at his biology father in confusion.

Saburo Sumitomo said, "The price of publicity is a life. You're going too far."

Zheng Yi sat down next to Biology Dad and said with dissatisfaction, "I didn't kill that person. It was just a coincidence. That person's death has nothing to do with me."

Saburo Sumitomo gave his son a deep look: "Killing someone like this is..."

“I’ll say it again, I didn’t kill anyone,” Zheng Yi said.

The police all say I didn't kill anyone, so why are you convicting me?
“It doesn’t matter.” Sumitomo Saburo shook his head.

After he's become universally disliked in Japan, we can find an opportunity to send him to Europe or America.

"Be careful," Sumitomo Saburo said.

Those who kill will always be killed.

Zheng nodded.

The security situation in Mihua has always been worrying, and Zheng Yi felt that he should indeed form a security team.

Now he's a well-known, conscientious entrepreneur; he needs to be careful.

Sumitomo Saburo stroked the cat's paw and said to Masakazu, "You should go back to your family; your uncle's birthday is coming up."

"Having lost so much money, how can he possibly live a good life?" Zheng Yi scoffed.

Having lost so much money speculating in copper mines, Zheng Yi was genuinely worried that his uncle would die of a heart attack, just like that poor Takeshita.

“Money can be earned back, but you can’t let losing money affect your life,” said Saburo Sumitomo.

He glanced at Zheng Yi and said earnestly, "Never treat your family the way you treat other people."

“I treat others with sincerity,” Zheng Yi said.

Saburo Sumitomo smirked.

Your sincerity has sent those people to the crematorium.

"In short, family members cannot be killed."

Zheng Yi looked at his father with a strange expression: "What kind of person do you take me for? Would I raise a knife against my own family?"

Hard to say.

“Anyway, if you lay a hand on your family, the Osaka police won’t cover it up for you,” Sumitomo Saburo said.

Strange to say.

The Sumitomo family did not actually provide Shoichi with any official assistance.

When Sumitomo Saburo asked his old classmate, who was now the mayor of Tokyo, he also said that the Metropolitan Police Department had not been notified.

Therefore, those guys from the Metropolitan Police Department must be Zheng Yi's own loyal followers.

He actually felt a sense of accomplishment, like a son growing up.

Zheng Yi shook his head. He was innocent and the police wouldn't make things difficult for him.

"Aren't you going back?" Zhengyi asked.

“I’m not going back. I’m still in prison.” Sumitomo Saburo shook his head.

"hehe."

……

Amuro Tooru looked at the corpse on the ground and sensed that things were not simple.

Zheng Yi had just failed to recruit him when his coffee shop owner died.

Moreover, the one who came to solve the case was 'Sleeping Kogoro'. These coincidences, when put together, already explain the truth of the matter.

However, as a public security officer, Amuro Tooru really couldn't connect the culprit to Shoichi from the known clues.

"Kazami, investigate a guy named Sumitomo Shoichi, see what he's been up to lately..."

"Furuya-senpai, we can't just investigate this person casually."

……

"Pack your things, I'll take you to Osaka tomorrow," Masakazu said to Ai. "What are we going to Osaka for?" Ai asked.

"I'll take you to recognize your ancestors and return to your roots."

"Ok?"

Ai looked at Shoichi in confusion. Could it be that Ai Haibara's hometown is in Osaka?
Although Osaka is my home base, I always feel a bit insecure there.

He said to Yuko, "Go and arrange a lottery for Xiaolan, and let her win a free family trip to Osaka for a week."

"Ok."

After giving this instruction, Zheng Yi felt a little more at ease.

With Death and his family by my side, I don't have to worry about being bullied by others.

This trip to Osaka will also provide an opportunity to launch a counterattack against the Justice Daily.

If we can establish a foothold in the two major cities of Tokyo and Osaka, we can quickly expand our reach nationwide.

"Hey, Matsushita."

"boss."

In the editor-in-chief's office at the Justice Daily, the editor-in-chief of Matsushita secretly made a phone call to his boss.

“It’s time to launch an expedition to Osaka,” Masakazu said.

"Yes!"

Matsushita said, "However, newspaper sales have now reached a bottleneck. If we continue to criticize you, we may not be able to increase sales."

Moreover, without high-quality content, the newspaper's expansion would be extremely difficult.

“You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll write the high-quality content,” Zheng Yi said.

During the upward phase of my career, I still need my boss, Zheng Yi, to put in a lot of effort.

Zheng Yi doesn't understand news.

But he knew some unorthodox martial arts techniques.

He took a piece of paper and began creating directly on the living room table.

The article's introduction still revolves around Zheng Yi himself.

"Recently, an American friend of mine shared something with me."

The son of the Governor of California accidentally injured a classmate while playing basketball and refused to admit his mistake.

After the police were called, the California governor's son merely apologized to the classmate and was only jailed for three days.

My friend is a person with a strong sense of justice.

He was furious when he saw that, so he kept asking me questions.

'Friend, in Japan, does the governor's son also have such privileges? A five-day jail sentence was shortened to three days.'

I smiled but didn't say anything.

'I thought of Shoichi Sumitomo. Everyone knows he killed someone, but no one punished him. He continues to live a good life, as if he had never killed anyone.'

"Both are countries governed by the rule of law, and both times it was someone in the upper class who made a mistake."

'The different approaches make me wonder...'

After finishing writing this, Zheng Yi went to the bathroom to wash his eyes.

What disgusting stuff! It's hard to believe I wrote this.

"Youzi."

"coming."

"Send this article to the newspaper and have Matsushita publish it. Encourage him to write more articles like this in the future," Zhengyi said.

"it is good."

Now, five years after the bursting of the bubble economy, a housing finance crisis has erupted this year, and public trust in the government and the financial system has collapsed.

It was a time when national self-confidence was low.

News like this should sell quite well, right?

Zheng Yi doesn't understand news.

We're left with no choice but to resort to crooked methods.

(End of this chapter)