I'm in Detective Conan, and I start with the Grand Theft Auto system.

Lin Shen leaned back in his chair, looking at the female lawyer opposite him, dressed in a business suit and sitting upright as if she were there to defend someone in court, and casually asked:

"What would you like to drink, Attorney Fei? The menu is on the table, take a look."

Eri Kisaki glanced down at the menu on the table, flipped to the first page to look at the prices, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

She turned two more pages, her expression not changing much, but her gaze clearly lingered a few times.

Finally, she closed the menu, placed it back on the table, and said in a very calm tone:

"Then I'll have a Bloody Mary coffee."

Upon hearing this, Akemi, who was standing behind the bar, nodded and turned to prepare.

After putting down the menu, Eri Kisaki's gaze fell on Lin Shen's face, a half-smile playing on her lips: "President Lin, the price of your coffee is not cheap."

"Twenty thousand yen a cup, most people really can't afford that."

Lin Shen leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms in front of his lower abdomen, and replied casually, "I'm going for the high-end market. Since it's high-end, of course it has to be a bit more expensive."

Eri Kisaki chuckled softly: "Going for the high-end coffee market? That's quite rare."

As she spoke, her gaze swept over the store's interior without making a sound. At this time of day, there were only two tables of customers in the lobby. One table had a young girl sitting alone reading a book, and the other table had two middle-aged women chatting quietly.

There were quite a few empty seats in the coffee shop, and business didn't seem to be doing very well.

She looked away, her tone carrying just the right amount of probing: "But it seems like it's not very popular in the market."

Lin Shen replied without changing his expression, "It's a high-end product, so not many people drink it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called high-end."

Eri picked up the Bloody Mary coffee that had just been brought to her from the table, gently blew on it to cool it down, and didn't drink it right away.

Her gaze pierced through the rim of her glass to look at Lin Shen, and she spoke slowly in a tone that seemed casual yet carried a profound meaning:

"Really? But I heard from a lawyer friend that many people are now using the guise of opening high-end restaurants or cafes to secretly engage in money laundering."

After she finished speaking, she didn't look away, but just quietly watched Lin Shen's reaction.

Lin Shen's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.

The way he showed his face wasn't out of guilt or nervousness, but rather with a strong sense of interest, as if he had heard something particularly interesting.

He leaned forward slightly, his tone filled with genuine curiosity: "Really? There's such a thing? Could you tell me in detail how they operate?"

"..." Eri Kisaki paused for a moment in mid-air, holding her coffee cup.

She didn't expect the other person to react this way.

Looking into Lin Shen's eyes, which were filled with a thirst for knowledge, she couldn't help but think that this person had an exceptionally strong mentality.

When most people hear the word "money laundering" from a lawyer, they will show some subtle changes in their expression, such as their pupils contracting slightly, their lips twitching slightly, or their posture changing unconsciously.

But Lin Shen had nothing.

Instead of avoiding the topic, he actively steered the conversation into it.

That nonchalant attitude didn't seem like the reaction of someone who had done something wrong!

Eri Kisaki put down her coffee cup, gently swirling the rim with her fingers, and replied in a scrutinizing tone, "You seem quite interested in this topic?"

Lin Shen smiled and leaned back in his chair. "I'm just ignorant. I'm interested in everything, and I want to hear more about anything new."

Eri Kisaki did not continue the topic.

She picked up her coffee cup, took a sip, and looked at the young man across from her again through the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses.

She has been a lawyer for over twenty years and has met all sorts of people.

She could tell that Lin Shen was definitely not an ordinary coffee shop owner.

His calm and composed demeanor, his ability to remain unperturbed even in the face of sensitive topics, cannot be faked by someone who has not experienced real storms.

Her years of experience as a lawyer told her that this person was definitely not simple!

But it was precisely because of this that she became even more certain of one thing: there was definitely something wrong with the coffee shop's business.

A cup of coffee costs 20,000 yen. Looking across Tokyo, you can count the number of people who can afford that price on your fingers.

Moreover, she had secretly investigated before coming here, and found that the coffee shop's sales were ridiculously low, not even selling twenty cups of coffee a week.

The few customers who occasionally come by either have big discount coupons or those so-called "Yoko Okino fan coupons".

With this kind of business situation, it's not even enough to cover the rent, let alone maintain a store.

Having worked as a lawyer for so many years, although she has never personally handled any money laundering cases, she has heard of many similar cases from her colleagues.

If it weren't for this pretext, she really couldn't imagine why Lin Shen could offer Xiao Lan a monthly salary of 300,000 yuan, with short working hours, weekends off, and extra overtime pay.

This is simply unacceptable.

She didn't want Xiaolan to get too close to someone suspected of being involved in money laundering.

Eri Kisaki put the coffee cup back on the saucer, sat up a little straighter, and her expression became more serious.

She looked at Lin Shen and spoke in a calm and clear tone: "President Lin, I won't interfere with what you want to do, nor do I have the time to interfere."

She paused for a moment, then said, "But I hope you won't hire Xiaolan again in the future."

Lin Shen did not reply immediately after hearing this.

He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

He knew what was going on; Eri Kisaki guessed what he was doing.

He wasn't surprised.

No one who can reach the top of Tokyo's legal circle at this age is a fool.

Anyone with a modicum of intelligence can see the problems with this coffee shop's business model.

Those smart people who see through it usually don't say anything.

Because they are unsure whether speaking out will offend someone they cannot afford to offend.

After all, money laundering requires illicit funds to be laundered.

But where did the stolen money come from? That's the real, crucial question!

If this money belongs to some yakuza organization or a political bigwig, and someone ruins their plans, it's questionable whether they'll even see the next day.

So the smart thing to do is to pretend you don't know anything if you see it.

Eri Kisaki is also a smart person.

If it weren't for Xiaolan being involved in this matter, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to confront Lin Shen.

Lin Shen smiled.

He wasn't raised to be easily frightened.

So what if Eri Kisaki is a lawyer?

Can a lawyer really control who he hires and who he doesn't?

He picked up his nearly cold coffee, took a sip, and then said unhurriedly, "Attorney Fei, aren't you being a bit too harsh with your words?"

"Besides, you shouldn't come to me with this kind of thing; you should go talk to Xiaolan directly."

He put down his cup and looked calmly at the serious-looking female lawyer across from him. "I have a principle in doing things: I never force anyone."

"If Xiaolan doesn't want to work here anymore, I absolutely won't stop her. But if she wants to stay, then nobody can stop her."

After hearing this, Eri Kisaki fell silent.

She could sense that the young man in front of her was not someone who could be easily manipulated.

She also knew that the fact that Lin Shen dared to respond to her so frankly meant that he wasn't worried at all that she would report him.

Or rather, he had made ample preparations so that even if he did report it, he wouldn't be able to find any substantial evidence.

Her eyes flickered, and she tightened her grip on the coffee cup slightly, quickly calculating her next move.