Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

The latter responded quickly.

Of course, these are not the point.

The point is, at the end of the road section, there is a crepe stall with a very good business.

When Lu Ren arrived in line, he saw a very familiar face.

The store manager wore a white turban and had a long horizontal scar on his face.

It's also very familiar to the ear.

"Guest, you have really good taste. I am the most upright guy. What do you want?"

Lu Ren

This is not the crepe stall from when I went to the amusement park with Bei Dao.

Lu Ren also suspected at that time that this person was a laid-off and re-employed member of the Yakuza.

Why did we meet here?

"Are you a student?"

"Well why not."

The author used to always feel that every move of a big shot must have deep meaning.

Later, I slowly discovered that farts have no deep meaning. Sometimes it's just a pure neurological attack.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 222: Swords make people grow old

In the end, Lu Ren spent two chips and bought a huge luxury special version of tropical fruits, which was the one that Bei Dao bought and didn't finish.

Milk tea is not necessary. Just bought it at another store.

Lu Ren took the luxurious crepe and stood aside to give up his seat to the customers in line behind him.

Mango, papaya, banana, lychee, watermelon.

In an instant, half of the crepe was eaten.

It tastes good, the ingredients are plentiful and very affordable.

No wonder there are so many people queuing up, the store shows its sincerity.

While eating, Lu Ren remembered a short story about 'no businessman, no adulterer'.

It is said that the word originally meant "no business but no sharpness".

The tip is the tip that emerges.

It refers to the fact that in ancient times, when people were buying things, merchants would add an extra handful for free to make the items on the scale stand out.

Make buyers happy.

As a result, this good habit was not passed down, and the situation changed from being at the top to being weak.

The idiom has also become "No businessman, no evil person".

It can't help but make people feel a little sad.

Of course, it's not absolute.

At least this crepe shop called Ahu has an ancient style and is very sincere.

In this person's words, the product is genuine.

It took Lu Ren five or six minutes to finish the crepe, then he took the tissue handed to him by the temporary attendant and wiped his mouth.

Then he took out his mobile phone and said to Ahu, "Leave your contact information and tell me where you usually sell your stall. I will often visit your business in the future."

Ahu lowered his head, spread pancakes for the next customer, and took the time to reply, "Guest, in our line of work, the key to confidentiality is concealment. It's not that I don't want to give it to you, this is the rule of the road."

"I know the police officers very well. Say hello to them and ask them not to cause trouble for you in the future."

"Guest, you told me earlier. My phone number is XXX. I usually sell my stall at XXX."

"Hmm." Lu Ren saved his mobile phone number, made a note of Crepe Ahu, and asked casually, "Why don't you continue selling it in the amusement park?"

"That place was closed for rectification. When I went there again, a kid took over my place, and the protection fee was more expensive. So I moved to another place."

Protection fees?

Lu Ren went through it in his mind.

I think Ahu is probably talking about venue fees.

It seems to have some relationship with him. But there is no need to say this.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. See you next time."

"Walk slowly."

Lu Ren said goodbye to Ahu, and walked to the activity stage of Class B, Grade 2, with his temporary follower.

As a result, there were unexpectedly many people at the performance venue.

At a glance, it was almost full of seats.

Lu Renjiu, huh?

Why are there so many people here?

You know, the activity stage of Class B in the second year of high school is actually very big.

There are terraced seats, rows after rows, giving it a bit of a hall feel inside.

It's ridiculous that this place can be almost full when other activities are diverted.

Because it was so outrageous, Lu Ren had to wonder if Yuanzi had used his money power to find a bunch of people to support him.

Forget it, yes or no, it has nothing to do with him.

Lu Ren started the appraisal, stood at the door and scanned around, and successfully found the mournful Conan in the crowd.

To her left is the doctor, and next to her are the Maori couple. Her right is empty, presumably for him.

Good.

A small feeling of joy came to his mind, and Lu Ren walked over quickly, followed by the little follower.

After arriving on the ground, Lu Ren took a pile of food from the follower and piled it on the empty chair. Then he took out a chip from his pocket and sent the follower away.

The attendant thanked him and asked Lu Ren if he needed any other services.

After Lu Ren clearly refused and promoted himself to no avail, the follower turned and left.

Lu Ren didn't pay much attention. This person was destined not to deal with her again. Lu Ren didn't even ask her name.

He rubbed Conan's head, then walked around her to greet the professor and Maori next to him.

Dr. Agasa was still the same as before, smiling kindly, but he seemed a little rounder than the last time I saw him.

The same goes for the concubine's lawyer, her attitude is still dignified and elegant, and she has a good sense of proportion and distance.

Brother Maori is familiar with it. He was not polite at all and asked directly, "If I read correctly, what you gave to the kid, Ren, was a bargaining chip?"

As a private detective who mainly makes a living by following and taking candid photos, Maoli has a good eye.

"Yeah that's right."

"Then" Mao Li pointed to the pile of things on Lu Ren's seat, "could these be the same?"

"Yes." Lu Ren confirmed, "These are very cheap, one for each chip. You want them too, so I'll buy them now."

"No, no, no," Maoli refused repeatedly, "I mean, where did you get so many chips, Ren? The man at the door didn't just give out three to each person. You actually bought these with money, right?"

Before Lu Ren could reply, Mao Li took out the crumpled chips from his pocket and showed them to Lu Ren, "I will wait for my daughter's show to finish and put it in for her."

"." Lu Ren was silent for a while, then took out a handful from his pocket, "I actually have quite a lot of this stuff."

At this time, even the doctor and the concubine’s lawyer gave them surprised looks.

Lu Ren went on to explain, "When I found out about the exchange, I asked if I could get more. That's all she gave me."

"I also asked at the time, why..." Maoli suddenly paused. He looked up at Lu Ren's face with a sudden look on his face, "I understand."

Lu Ren pretended not to know about this and asked again, "So, do you want me to buy something?"

"I don't have to." Maoli quickly refused.

The other two also refused in turn.

"That's okay." Lu Ren didn't try to persuade him. "Conan and I will go backstage to see if there's anything we can help with."

"Ah."

Lu Ren turned around and left, and 'Conan' stood up and followed him.

The two quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Mao Li looked at Lu Ren who was walking away. His eyes were full of the high-spirited look of his youth, and he said with emotion, "If I were ten years younger. Alas, time is really a butcher's knife."

"Ha." Fei Yingli said slowly and disdainfully, "This butcher's knife is meant for certain people. It has never worked on ugly people."

"Huh?" Maoli said angrily, "Old woman, what do you mean?"

"What do you think, old man?"

Dr. A Li's expression remained unchanged, pretending that he was deaf.

I sighed in my heart, here it comes again.

When these two are together, there is never a moment when they are not arguing.

I hope they won't quarrel at Ran and Shinichi's wedding in the future.

The old man's thoughts drifted to a far away place for no apparent reason.

In the crowd, Lu Ren walked slowly towards the backstage while protecting 'Conan'.

The aisle was also full of people, so Lu Ren asked Conan to walk in front of him, always ensuring that he was within his sight.

Don't get lost in the crowd.

It's just that 'Conan' is a little dishonest at this time.

As if he was possessed by the real Conan, he teased, "I remember that the receptionist was a woman. Ah, you are really popular."

Lu Ren raised his hand and tapped 'Conan' on the head, "Be honest if you have a cold. Don't keep talking."

Tsk.

Tiaozi and pig-killing knife are all terms we use here.

There may or may not be something similar in Japan.

The author didn't know, so he just used it.

In this way, more concise language can be used to clearly convey the mood of the characters in the book.

Of course, the reason why I explain this is because there were people in the comment area who criticized me before.

[Japanese people don’t talk like this. 】

. . .

This is the truth, but this book cannot be spread overseas. The main audience is here.

Headache.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 223 Come quickly

After arriving backstage, Lu Ren hadn't found Lan and Yuanzi yet, but he saw another acquaintance.

Distant mountains and leaves.