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...Sano actually knew about the operation of Poirot Cafe.

After all, Sano isn't stupid. Even if it's purely for the mission, negotiation is negotiation. How can you negotiate a lower price without knowing the details of the objective?

There's a bit of a sense of loss, a feeling of being trapped in a cycle of despair, a sense of being overwhelmed by the world's troubles, a sense of being trapped in a cycle of despair ...

Now that the store is in Sano's hands, even if it's just to make it look better, he naturally has to turn it into a profit center.

"You don't need to worry about the work. There will be more in the future. You just need to recruit people as soon as possible. Otherwise, if you wait until you can't handle it all by yourself before you start recruiting, don't blame me for not warning you."

Sano sat down again: "But let me try your cooking first. As the first customer of the new store, Mori-kun, you can have it for free."

"Oh... Is that alright? Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Ran Mouri did not refuse and sat down opposite Sano with a smile.

"Hmm? What about me?"

Conan raised his hand.

"For your second customer, we'll just give you a 9.9% discount, however reluctantly."

"You rascal..."

Sano's gaze then fell on the last silent Kogoro Mouri, and he feigned surprise, saying, "Oh dear, what's the great detective Mouri doing here? I almost forgot you existed. Azusa, from now on, this person will have to pay an extra 20% when he comes to eat."

"Ah... oh."

Mouri Kogoro: "..."

……

On the night Sano took over Poirot Cafe and renamed it Anteiku, which is the antique cafe, he encountered the suspect on his way home. The suspect had just been exposed by Conan and was running away when Conan suddenly revealed his murder method, thus triggering a capture mission.

As a result, Sano received fifty enhancement points and a nomination for the evening news.

Then, Sano received another text message from Gin.

Oh, this time I'm not urging him on "how's the progress?" anymore. I'm just saying I have a new task for Sano and I'm asking him to meet me at the cocktail bar to talk about it.

Sano originally thought that Gin had invited him over because he had finally discovered his perfunctory attitude and was going to settle accounts with him. However, after arriving at the cocktail bar, Gin simply threw him a mission description and didn't say a word else.

...What is this?

Sano looked at the file folder in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and didn't think much about it. He just got to work.

There's not much to say about the mission. We led a few peripheral members to find a few black men, sprayed them with bullets, and then called it a day and went home to sleep.

Sano doesn't even need to wipe his butt.

Meanwhile, Gin, who had already received Sano's "mission complete" notification at the same time, could only marvel at Sano's efficiency while worrying about the tasks that Sano would have to complete next.

...Although there are countless low-level missions, Sano will probably get tired of such "low-cost-performance" missions before long.

Furthermore, it's a huge waste to use a super luxury sports car to haul fertilizer.

But if Sano were to be assigned a high-level mission, while it's not impossible, but...

Which core member should team up with Sano?

Chapter 293, 292, (Together) Who taught you to give love letters like this?

After thinking for a while, Gin suddenly turned his gaze to the vodka beside him.

...I almost forgot the idea that popped into my head earlier.

Vodka: "..."

Why is my older brother looking at me with that chilly gaze all of a sudden?

Did I do something wrong?

It seems not...

Vodka.

Gin placed his hand on Vodka's shoulder: "Go do a mission later."

"...Oh, okay!"

As soon as Gin's hand left his shoulder, Vodka immediately sensed something was wrong.

...When did my older brother start taking my ideas into consideration when it comes to missions?

Although that question was more like a command, something still felt off, as if... he himself wouldn't participate.

Haha, I'm being neurotic. If I wanted to do low-level tasks alone, there would be no need to even ask.

Normally, they should just send you the task directly.

Forget it, why think so much?

Vodka shook his head and focused on driving.

The next day, Vodka was looking at the mission information in his hand.

When Vodka received this information, he was puzzled.

When Vodka discovered the "Teammates" section on the screen, a bad feeling began to creep in.

When the words "Rye Whiskey" appeared after the "Teammates" section, the bad feeling had already become a reality.

...Damn it!

What on earth did I do to displease my elder brother, that I have to be treated like this?!

Vodka held the intelligence report tremblingly, then looked up tremblingly at Gin, who sat opposite him with a cold face, smoking and making a phone call. He seemed to want to say something but hesitated, yet still wanted to speak.

I really wanted to refuse, but I didn't dare to.

What to do, what to do, what to do!

Meanwhile, on the other end, Sano was being tormented by the ringing of the telephone.

"...It's so noisy."

After groggily answering the phone, Gin's cold voice finally brought Sano to his senses.

"A mission where you team up with Vodka..."

After Sano sat up, he listened to Gin explain the mission situation while checking the messages on his phone that had arrived after he fell asleep.

"Hmm, the task isn't difficult, and the time limit is short..."

"Oh dear, I'm afraid that won't work."

Before Gin could finish speaking, Sano interrupted him regretfully and refused.

"……what?"

"I can't do this task."

"reason."

"Last night my teacher texted me to say I have to take a makeup exam today... Oh no, I overslept, I have to hurry, or I'll miss it."

Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Gin almost choked on his cigarette. He barely managed to suppress his anger and sullenly tossed his phone aside.

Everything was arranged, but they said they had something to do and couldn't come.

And it just so happens to be because of a make-up exam, it's just...

Seeing his older brother's face so dark it seemed like it could drip water, Vodka suppressed his own thoughts and cautiously asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Gin snorted and slammed his heel on the table: "Nothing, Rye can't come, mission canceled."

"ah!--?"

Voltaire suppressed the cheer that almost came out of his throat. He was genuinely happy about the surprise, but of course, he had to put on a little act on the surface.

"How could this be? Why can't they come? Don't they even have a reason?"

The reason given was that he needed to retake the exam.

Upon hearing Gin's reply, Vodka immediately fired off a row of dots.

While I'm certainly happy that Sano can't come, the reason he can't is just too...

Vodka contorted his face, trying to hide the corners of his mouth that seemed to be turning up in a crazy way no matter which angle you looked at it from.

Thank you for the make-up exam!

Thank you, school!

Thank you to all the teachers who taught Sano!

Thank you all, teachers, for teaching Sano so poorly that he failed all his subjects!

Gin raised his eyes, looked at Vodka's twitching lips, and also twitched his lips: "You seem very happy."

Vodka's expression froze instantly, and the urge to smile finally vanished.

Oh no, it seems like my older brother is angry.

"No, no, no, how could I be happy? I'm just feeling regretful..."

Vodka quickly denied it.

Gin scoffed, "Is that so? Then get ready to team up with Rye again tonight."

Vodka: "...Yes."

……

"Everyone, take the exam seriously, be honest, don't whisper to each other, and don't try to cheat. I can see all your little tricks clearly from up here. If I find out you later, it will be very embarrassing for everyone."

After watching the proctor ramble on, Sano went to the door to sunbathe and space out, marveling at how the two worlds were indeed similar, while staring blankly at the exam paper.

……I am bored.

Do I really want to continue doing this boring and meaningless thing?

Once or twice is one thing, but how many times has this happened?

It's time to end this, but how should it end?