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

On Friday night, the lights in 221B Cafe were dimmed a bit more than usual, and soothing jazz music was playing from a gramophone, creating a rare relaxed atmosphere in the cafe.

Xiaolan was tidying up the bar, putting the washed coffee cups back on the cup holder one by one.

She hummed a song as she worked, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Lin Shen walked out of the back office, leaned against the bar, watched Xiao Lan's busy figure for a while, and then spoke:

"Xiaolan, I'm going to a dinner party tomorrow night and I need a date. Can you come with me?"

Xiaolan was holding a coffee cup, and her hand paused noticeably after hearing the request.

She turned to look at Lin Shen, her expression somewhat surprised: "Huh? You want me to go?"

She put the cup back on the shelf, turned around and wiped her hands. "Why not call her Sonoko? She attends these kinds of events all the time and is much better at handling things than I am."

Lin Shen smiled and didn't explain further, simply saying in a casual tone, "This counts as overtime."

"We'll pay you double the overtime rate for 24 hours a day."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaolan's eyes lit up.

That radiance wasn't feigned; it was a genuine sparkle that came from the heart after hearing the word "money."

Her expression shifted rapidly from hesitation to excitement, and her voice rose a notch: "Really?!"

Lin Shen nodded, his tone firm: "Really."

Xiaolan immediately clasped her hands together and shouted without hesitation, "Then I'm going!!"

Lin Shen looked at her undisguised happiness and couldn't help but smile. Then he reached for the coat hanging on the back of the chair and said, "Let's go. Change back into your usual clothes first, and then come with me to buy some clothes."

Xiaolan paused for a moment, then tilted her head in confusion: "Huh? We need to buy clothes too?"

As Lin Shen walked out, he explained, "The banquet is quite high-class, so we need to dress appropriately. We can't exactly go in this casual outfit."

Xiaolan thought about it and agreed. She nodded after saying "Oh," and then quickly went back to the locker room.

After changing back into her everyday clothes, she got into Lin Shen's car.

The car drove towards Ginza.

The streets of Ginza are brightly lit at night, with shop windows displaying a variety of expensive goods, and pedestrians dressed in fine clothes.

After parking the car, Lin Shen led Xiao Lan into a high-end men's clothing store.

He stood at the store entrance, scanned the items, then turned to Xiaolan and said, "Help me pick out a few things. I have trouble making choices; you have better taste than me."

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan immediately became motivated and, without hesitation, rolled up her sleeves and began moving among the clothes racks.

She grew up with Sonoko and her aesthetic sense has always been on point. In addition, her daily outfits are simple but always appropriate, so there is really nothing to criticize about her fashion sense.

She quickly pulled out several suits from the shelf, held them up against Lin Shen, and then picked out the two most suitable ones: a dark gray notched lapel suit and a navy blue double-breasted suit.

Lin Shen took it and glanced at it. He thought it was good too, so he went to the fitting room to try it on. The size was just right, and the cut was also suitable.

He didn't have any objections, as long as the clothes weren't too outrageous.

He readily asked the shop assistant to pack both suits, swiped his card to pay, and the two suits cost five or six hundred million yen in total, without even blinking.

Xiaolan stood beside him, watching his nonchalant manner as he swiped his card, and silently sighed to herself, "Rich people really are different."

Before she could even process that thought, Lin Shen had already turned and walked towards the women's clothing store next door, carrying his shopping bags.

"Huh?" Xiaolan quickly followed, looking at the upscale, softly lit women's clothing store in front of her, and asked nervously, "Do I want to buy something too?"

Lin Shen pushed open the door and walked in without turning his head: "Of course. You can't go to a banquet in your usual clothes, can you?"

He thought for a moment and then added, "Don't worry, this can be reimbursed."

Before Xiaolan could refuse, Lin Shen led her into the shop.

As she entered, she glanced instinctively at the price tags on the shelves and froze. A seemingly ordinary dress was priced starting at 700,000 yen. A few steps further in, the gowns hanging on independent racks were priced at several million yen.

She quickly grabbed Lin Shen's sleeve and whispered, "President, this is too expensive! Several million yen for one piece of clothing, this..."

Lin Shen turned to look at her and said matter-of-factly, "I have to buy the expensive one. Otherwise, how can I save face?"

Xiaolan was speechless, unable to find any reason to refute his words.

Having been friends with Sonoko for so long, she naturally knew that a female companion's attire largely reflected the male companion's status and taste.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again, finally convincing herself silently, "Anyway, I'm here to work, and a worker should have a worker's mentality!"

If the boss says he wants to buy it, then he will. I don't need to worry about the money on his behalf!

Seeing that she was no longer refusing, Lin Shen turned around and began to browse the store.

His selection method was very direct: if he liked it, he'd take it. He reached out and pulled a black off-the-shoulder dress from the shelf, examined the fabric, and nodded in satisfaction: "This black one has two straps, and the fabric feels quite nice. I'll take it."

He then saw a sheer skirt next to him, the hem of which had a hazy, ethereal quality. He reached out and touched it: "This skirt is hazy and has a certain charm. I'll take it."

He took two more steps forward and saw a well-tailored short tuxedo that looked easy to put on and take off. He reached out and said, "This one looks pretty convenient too, I'll take it."

"Convenient?" Xiaolan muttered, not understanding what that meant.

However, she didn't ask any more questions. She was just dumbfounded as she watched Lin Shen casually pull off dresses worth millions of yen from the hangers and fold them on his arm as if he were shopping in a supermarket.

But she had to admit that Lin Shen's judgment was indeed good.

Every dress he picked out perfectly accentuated her figure.

She was naturally tall and well-proportioned, with beautiful collarbone lines and a great shoulder and neck ratio; she was a natural clothes hanger.

Those dresses fit her perfectly, as if they were tailor-made.

Lin Shen looked at Xiao Lan as she walked out of the fitting room, examining each piece of clothing one by one, becoming more and more satisfied with each look.

He waved his hand dismissively and said to the shop assistant, "Wrap them all up."

When it was time to pay, the number displayed on the cash register exceeded ten million yen.

Lin Shen remained unfazed as he swiped his card; money talks.

When Xiaolan walked out of the women's clothing store carrying those heavy, high-end shopping bags, she still felt a bit unreal.

She glanced down at the bags in her hand, each bearing the logo of a high-end brand, then looked up at Lin Shen's back as he walked ahead. She couldn't help but think to herself, "This president really doesn't blink an eye when it comes to spending money."

When she returned to the downstairs of the Mouri Detective Agency, her steps were much lighter than usual, and she was humming a song.

"I'm back." She pushed open the door to the office on the second floor, peeked in, and gave a brief greeting.

Kogoro Mouri was sitting behind his desk, with a large horse racing newspaper spread out in front of him, a pen in his hand, studying tomorrow's odds.

Conan sat on the sofa, holding a mystery novel.

When Kogoro Mouri heard Ran's voice, he looked up and immediately noticed the expensive shopping bags in her hand.

His gaze lingered on the bags for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he dared not say a word.

After all, his daughter earns much more than him now. He doesn't have to pay for household expenses or water and electricity bills. Xiao Lan even paid for his medical expenses when he was injured and hospitalized last time.

He doesn't dare to raise his voice when he talks to Xiaolan now, for fear that he might say something wrong and Xiaolan will ask him to start paying for living expenses, water and electricity, and food.

He used that extra money to gamble on horse races, drink, and visit madams.

In order to cover these daily expenses, he behaved particularly well in front of Xiaolan during this period.

"You're back, Ran-neechan." Conan put down his novel and greeted her as usual.

He initially thought Xiaolan had just gone shopping with Yuanzi, but when he saw the logos on the shopping bags in Xiaolan's hands, his gaze sharpened slightly; he recognized those brands.

His mother, Yukiko Kudo, had bought them before, and he remembered it clearly. The prices of those brands were definitely not something an ordinary high school student could afford.

Conan asked in a seemingly casual tone, "Ran-neechan, why are you buying a dress?"

Xiaolan placed her shopping bags next to the shoe cabinet by the door, and while changing her shoes, she replied excitedly, "I'm going to a banquet with President Lin tomorrow!"

"He said this counts as overtime, paid at double the rate for holidays, and he'd give me 24 hours' worth of overtime pay all at once!"

Upon hearing this, Kogoro Mouri, sitting behind his desk, stared wide-eyed, his voice filled with undisguised envy:

"Wow, President Lin is so generous! Why can't I ever find such a generous boss?"

Xiaolan couldn't help but laugh, and as she walked towards the stairs, she turned back and said, "Because Dad, you're the boss yourself!"

After she finished speaking, she picked up her shopping bags and went upstairs, her footsteps light and brisk.

Conan sat on the sofa, his expression not changing much, but alarm bells were already ringing in his mind.

Men understand men best!

He sensed a conspiracy in Lin Shen's gaze towards Xiao Lan, in the extraordinary care Lin Shen usually showed her that went beyond what was expected of an ordinary employee, and in today's incident of "buying a dress worth ten million yen to attend the banquet"!

Although Shinichi Kudo's body has shrunk, his eye for people remains the same.

He didn't want the person he liked to be taken away by someone else.

He sat on the sofa, his gaze passing through the lenses of his round-framed glasses and landing on the direction of the stairwell. He silently made a decision: he had to do something.