Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

"Hey, Bei Dao, what's wrong?"

"Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together."

"Okay, I can do that. Then I will drive to pick you up when you are about to get off work."

"Ah."

"Okay, that's it. I'll contact you then."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Ren found that the sleepy three-man team who had been sitting in the back seat were now more energetic than the last, leaning forward as much as possible.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Brother Ren, was the call just now from Sister Xiao?"

Although she had already heard it from Conan, Yuanzi still wanted to hear it confirmed by Lu Ren himself at this time, so as not to misunderstand it because he had been asleep just now.

"It's her who called."

"Oh!" Yuanzi became more and more excited. She nodded her fingers, "Brother Ren, are you going on a date?!"

"No, we're just having a meal together." After Lu Ren replied briefly, he ignored the others and continued to concentrate on driving.

……

After sending a bunch of teenagers with overactive curiosity and hormones home, it was almost time for the workers to get off work. Lu Ren turned the car around and went straight to the newspaper office.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Ren parked the car, pushed the door and went straight to the second floor of the newspaper office. He pushed open the half-open office door and saw Bei Dao staring at the computer screen intently, his hands on the keyboard, typing from time to time, and he didn't notice Lu Ren's arrival at all.

Lu Ren did not speak immediately. He stood quietly at the door, waiting for Bei Dao to finish his work. As a creator, he knew how precious this state of concentration was, so he would not disturb Bei Dao easily.

Anyway, he has nothing to do, so he will just wait for a while.

It took about ten minutes before Bei Dao came out of this state, took his hands off the keyboard and took off his glasses. Just as she was about to wipe her glasses, she suddenly noticed Lu Ren standing at the door.

Bei Dao quickly stood up and said, "Brother Ren, why didn't you say anything to me when you came?"

"I just came here too. Seeing that you are busy, I don't want to disturb you."

Bei Dao shook his head: "Next time you come, tell me directly."

"Okay. It's almost time, let's go."

The two went downstairs and got back in the car. Lu Ren fastened his seat belt and asked, "Where should we go to eat?"

“There’s a Junmi Izakaya nearby that’s pretty good.”

"Drink today?"

Bei Dao shook his head again, "His wine is average and the food is pretty good. Brother Ren, you can have some if you want."

"Generally forget it." Lu Ren didn't pay much attention and followed Bei Dao's directions and drove the car to the door of the izakaya she mentioned.

The location of this izakaya is a little off, and the signboard looks a bit old. There are four big characters on the blue curtain, "Craftsmanship and Pure Taste."

From the appearance alone, it seems to be no different from an ordinary izakaya. However, Lu Ren believed in Bei Dao's ability to forage. She said it was good, so she couldn't be wrong.

Lu Ren opened the door curtain and heard a sweet welcome as soon as he entered.

"welcome."

There is nothing to say about this attitude. The only problem is that we only hear the voice but not the person. Lu Ren lowered his head and just saw the waiter. He's about 1.4 meters tall, and he doesn't seem too old. He might just be in junior high school.

Lu Ren didn't pay much attention and said casually: "Two people."

"This way, please." The little girl led the two of them to a freshly cleared table.

After sitting down, as usual, Bei Dao was in charge of ordering and Lu Ren was in charge of eating.

The food served at this izakaya is average, but the taste is really good and the ingredients used are fresh. Lu Ren was very satisfied with this. After the meal, he ordered an extra bottle of sake and drank it slowly.

Bei Dao held the wine bottle and filled a glass of wine for Lu Ren, then asked casually: "Brother Ren, how is your recent manuscript going?"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Ren immediately put down his wine glass, and his little drunkenness was completely dissipated.

"I'm writing, I'm writing." Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, Lu Ren smiled bitterly and said, "It wasn't always the president who urged the manuscript before, so why is it you who urges the manuscript now?"

"I have compiled and summarized the articles you have written before and put them on our news website. I need new articles now. You also know other people's articles. If our website wants to gain popularity, we must rely on you, Brother Ren. Come."

Bei Dao stared at Lu Ren.

"Ah, this. Mainly because nothing big has happened recently. As you know, I have very high requirements for the quality of my manuscripts."

"Two articles a week, can you do that?"

"Two articles?!"

"Mr. Lu Ren."

"exist!"

Bei Dao poured another glass of wine for Lu Ren, and then poured another glass for herself. Then she raised her glass and said, "Please work together for our hard work!"

"Yes!" Lu Ren hurriedly clinked glasses with him and pushed back. He was afraid that Bei Dao would throw the glass of wine in his hand at his face. Although this possibility is basically non-existent, it is still better not to gamble.

"So two articles a week, can you do it?"

"I...I try my best."

ps1: This chapter is a free update for the Dragon Boat Festival.

ps2: There is something that can barely be related to Conan. Parda (Prada) is endorsed by Chicken Brother. Haiyuan Zhongyi's brand is really great, and every spokesperson is "extraordinary".

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 445 A bolt from the blue

Since I had a little drink beforehand, the car naturally couldn't be driven. Although Lu Ren didn't think he was drunk, everyone who drove drunk felt like this.

For the sake of temporary pleasure, you put your own life and the lives of others on the gambling table. This behavior is really unnecessary.

After taking a taxi to return Bei Dao to the agency's apartment, Lu Ren thought for a moment and decided to go to the Maori Office to clean up his face first.

Their meal didn't take long. Counting drinks after the meal, it was only seven o'clock in the evening. Go to the office now, maybe you can get another case.

Of course, for Lu Ran now, the case is not the most important, the focus is... collecting materials.

Thinking of this, Lu Ren couldn't help but sigh. "What the hell did I do in the first place?"

You have to talk about the new media trend with Bei Dao.

It's fine now. Bei Dao has written the letter and he has also sent it.

Two newspaper articles a week...

Two articles a week, eight articles a month. Since he started, he has only contributed two or three articles to the newspaper every month.

When Lu Ren arranged for Mizuno Reina to join Japan's TV station, the price Lu Ren paid was only five articles. Now, for Bei Dao's toast, he would have to write eight articles, and he would have to write them every month.

Moreover, it must be eight manuscripts with strong material, connotation, high standards and strict requirements. Kitajima is much more difficult to deal with than Sato Kiyoshi. With her work attitude of striving for perfection, if Lu Ren dares to fool around, he will add water to the manuscript.

What kind of things could Bei Dao dare to do... Lu Ren really couldn't imagine it. But even if Bei Dao did nothing and just stared at Lu Ren quietly, Lu Ren would definitely not be able to bear it.

If you can't stand it, then you can only do it with your head covered.

Although Lu Ren has never cared about other people's opinions and has a feeling of being "arrogant" and "why do I need to explain to others what I do", Bei Dao is different.

There are always people in this world who are willing to let you show your best side to him/her.

I know you are a very good person. But you see, I’m not bad either.

It's just, eight manuscripts...

And there are still eight articles every month.

"My past self, what on earth were you doing? Even if the print media is destined to decline, Beidao will have no work to do in the future. Then I can't afford it."

Why is this, why is this.

I insisted on drawing a picture there, but ended up drawing myself into it. How does he feel? Every time he is cheated, it is his own fault and he is the one to blame.

With unspeakable feelings, Lu Ren paid for it, got out of the car, and walked up to the second floor of the office.

"Hey, Aren, you're here. Have you eaten?"

In the office, Mao Li raised his head to say hello to Lu Ren, and then quickly turned his attention to the TV. While putting curry rice in my mouth, I watched Ms. Yoko's program with great pleasure.

"Eat." Lu Ren changed his shoes and sat on the sofa, thanking Mao Lilan. The latter poured him a cup of tea.

"Brother Ren, what's wrong with you? You seem to be in a bad mood."

Mao Lilan observed Lu Ren's face and asked cautiously. She knew that Lu Ren had an appointment with Bei Dao tonight. So according to common sense, Lu Ren has no time to come to the office tonight.

Why did you come here so quickly? It's just over seven o'clock but not eight o'clock now. Could it be that something unexpected happened on tonight's date?

"No." Lu Ren shook his head and took a sip of the green tea on the table. "I just encountered something at work. The leader wants me to write more manuscripts."

The fact that Bei Dao was led by Lu Ren is not wrong from a logical point of view. Because Lu Ren himself did not hold any position in the newspaper, let alone manage people. He was just a small editor who wrote relatively good manuscripts.

Theoretically, every cadre in the newspaper can be considered as Lu Ren's leader. Of course, generally no one is stupid enough to dare to claim this status. Everything in the past is still vivid in my mind. Anyone who has done this before has been thrown by Sato Kiyoshi to open up new territories elsewhere.

"That's it." Mao Lilan nodded and gradually understood. It was probably because the leader of the newspaper had something to do with Lu Ren, which forced him to cancel his date tonight.

No wonder I'm in a bad mood. This kind of thing would be uncomfortable for anyone.

Noticing Mao Lilan's seemingly sympathetic gaze, Lu Ren didn't pay attention. For an overly kind child like Mao Lilan, Lu Ren was... not surprised that she felt pity and sympathy for everything.

He put down his teacup, looked around, and asked, "Where's that boy Conan?"

"He is at the doctor's house. He probably won't be back tonight. Brother Ren, do you have anything to do with him?"

"No."

What can I do to find that boy? Lu Ren was just worried that Conan would go behind his back and eat alone, quietly solving the case alone outside. Since we're at the doctor's house, it's okay.

As for whether Conan might have used an excuse to stay at the doctor's house and then secretly do things outside, such as stalking members of the organization or something. This possibility is not impossible, but with Haiyuan watching over him, he will know immediately if something happens and won't panic at all.

After knowing that Conan was not at home and determining that it was unlikely that he would encounter a case tonight, Lu Ren sat on the sofa for a while and waited until the office hung up the closing sign. He rejected Maoli's suggestion to have a drink, got up and left.

"Be careful on the road." Mao Lilan sent Lu Ren out as usual. Considering that Lu Ren was not in a good mood today, she sent an extra length and went downstairs to send Lu Ren to the street.

"That's it."

"Ah."

After bidding farewell to Mao Lilan and walking on the street, Lu Ren considered whether to go to the doctor's house, but then gave up the idea, hailed a taxi and headed home.

……

At the same time, in the basement of Dr. Ali's house. Conan was lying on the experimental table, with various instrument patches attached to his naked upper body. Haiyuan was wearing a white coat, sitting on a chair nearby, staring at various data on the computer.

Today is routine inspection day. Although Haiyuan once got angry and refused to continue to cooperate with Conan.

But for this kind of thing, as long as you have a good attitude, there is always room for redemption. Even if Haiyuan experiments on himself, wouldn't it be better to have a control group for the accuracy of the experiment?

Conan has the antidote given by Haiyuan in his hand, but he also knows that the antidote is only temporary, and he will be knocked back to his original shape when the time comes. And the sequelae are very troublesome, and if you eat too much, you will develop drug resistance.

Conan would not dare to eat this unless it was absolutely necessary. What he asked for was always a permanent cure. As for this permanent antidote, it seems that only Huiyuan can handle it at present. It would be a life-threatening situation if Haiyuan didn't take him to play.

Today is just a routine inspection, a more detailed and thorough inspection will be done tomorrow. Just like the hospital physical examination, fasting is also required.

Just running to the doctor's house early in the morning without eating, once or twice is fine, but doing this often is really weird and can easily arouse Xiaolan's suspicion. Therefore, Conan would basically stay at the doctor's house one day in advance, do the unimportant examinations that do not require fasting in advance, and leave the more important ones in the morning.

But even these unimportant checks are time-consuming. I lay on the experimental table and couldn't get off it for an hour or two. It's really boring to lie down for a long time.

"Um, Haiyuan, did you know? Lu Ren and Sister Xiao went out for dinner tonight. And it was Lu Ren who was invited by Sister Xiao."

Conan didn't feel that he was out of words. He thought this news should be quite important to Haiyuan. After all, I understand everything.

Haiyuan did not reply immediately, but opened the drawer, took out the spare anesthesia watch, raised his hand and gave Conan an injection. After seeing him fainting quickly, he said coldly: "You are the only one who talks a lot."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 446 Take the initiative

"There's nothing wrong with the data, you can get up."

"OK." Conan sat up from the experimental table and asked casually while putting clothes on his body, "Ayumi and the others have an appointment to play baseball this afternoon, can we go together?"

"can."