Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

Luke's expression was strange.

Just pretend you didn't hear it.

Luke muttered to himself as he walked toward the store manager's office.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response, so Luke pushed the door open and went inside.

The assistant store manager, sweating profusely, kept saying "Hi!", "Hi!", "Hi!" into the phone, bowing and scraping.

When he saw Luke come in, he made a shushing gesture to Luke, signaling him to be quiet.

Luke nodded.

The assistant store manager continued to smile apologetically, and after a long while, he finally hung up the phone.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the assistant store manager forced a smile at Luke.

"Kazama, 'Princess Kaguya' is coming to our shop!"

Luke raised an eyebrow.

"Which young lady has been released this time?"

During the period when he became popular, he was approached by wealthy young ladies, and sometimes he could even get a double kill.

But this is the first time I've seen anything that could make the assistant store manager this nervous.

Could it be that someone in one of those mentally challenged families who engage in incestuous marriages couldn't take it anymore?

The assistant store manager said bitterly:

"It's the Suzuki Group."

“One of their daughters suddenly requested to see you by name. We’re troubling you with everything, Kazama.”

The Suzuki Foundation is the most overpowered foundation in the Conan world.

Their financial resources are so abundant that one might wonder if, when they get serious, they could actually beat the organization's boss, Karasuma Renya, to a pulp.

Take the six major Japanese conglomerates in reality as an example:

They control 60% of Japan's total assets, 55% of its total capital, 60% of its sales, and 20% of its workforce.

The Suzuki Group is essentially the top dog among these conglomerates.

The Yamaguchi-gumi behind Luke is nothing more than a rat in the gutter compared to the massive Suzuki Group, unable to make a ripple at all.

That's why the assistant store manager was so anxious.

If anything goes wrong, he might not even get a chance to drive cement piles in Tokyo Bay.

After all, isn't this girl's status far more valuable than those born out of wedlock who are supported by the people?

"Suzuki Foundation"

Luke stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Manager, do you know who's here?"

The assistant store manager shook his head.

The people above him didn't tell him anything, they just kept telling him not to make a mistake, not to make a mistake, not to make a mistake!

The assistant store manager could only silently agree; he didn't want to be shot eight times and have his death ruled a suicide.

"Didn't they say? Well, that makes sense. When it comes to people who are in contact with us, the less information they have, the better."

Luke muttered to himself.

No matter how glamorous their packaging may be, they are still just shady characters.

The Suzuki Group has two heirs.

Older sister Ayako Suzuki, younger sister Sonoko Suzuki.

The former is the fiancée of Tomizawa Yuzo, the third son of the Tomizawa Group, and she has a rather quiet personality, so she shouldn't be going to such a place of debauchery.

As for the latter, she is a carefree and energetic high school girl who doesn't seem like a rich heiress at all.

What she said could actually be true.

Luke pondered, recalling the unicorn girl he had met a few days earlier.

"Kazama, is there anything I can prepare for you?"

The assistant store manager was somewhat anxious.

"Change the wallpaper in the private room to a darker starry sky. Don't serve any alcohol for now, just prepare some desserts. Oh, and also decorate with some pink roses."

"Is that all? Do we need to prepare anything else, like some new tricks?"

The assistant store manager couldn't help but ask.

Is this kind of simple arrangement a bit too shabby for the Suzuki Group?

"Don't worry, store manager. A customer once told me that the Suzuki family has a rather unique way of raising their daughter."

"And no matter how grand our event is, can it compare to that of a conglomerate?"

After saying that, Luke turned and left.

If it were Mrs. Suzuki herself who came to visit, he would need to treat her with extra care.

But what about Sonoko Suzuki?

Ha ha.

Chapter 97 Sonoko: I admit it, I am Old Snakeskin!

The assistant store manager gritted his teeth and hesitated repeatedly.

In the end, he made a phone call to prepare to make the arrangements as Luke instructed.

We can't delay any longer; time waits for no one.

Luke was right about one thing: no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't compete with the sheer variety of tricks the conglomerates had up their sleeves.

At worst, he can play a revival match. After being in this business for so long, how could he not know how deep the water is?

"Hello, is this Hinata? I need you to go and make the purchase as soon as possible."

……

"Xiao Lan, just come with me. Don't worry, I'll protect you!"

A certain infatuated girl made a guarantee.

"Sonoko, why don't we go back? It's too late now."

"What do you mean it's late? Tokyo's nightlife used to be around this time. Ran, you should probably think about whether you're just being too old-fashioned."

Sonoko retorted.

Xiaolan sighed.

Who was it that said, "If I go out at night, I'm likely to be targeted by perverts!"

Have you forgotten everything now?

Sonoko Suzuki was beaming with pride; she was quite excited.

After all, you get to see handsome guys!

This morning, she saw that Ran Mouri looked preoccupied and thought that Kudo, that idiot, had made Ran angry again.

Sonoko was about to call and question Kudo on the spot, but Ran Mouri, who was both amused and exasperated, stopped her.

He explained, "It wasn't Shinichi's fault; it was something else."

Then, Sonoko, a girl with a very strong sense of curiosity, pestered her best friend all day long.

When school ended in the afternoon, Xiaolan finally gave in.

Helpless, he confided his worries.

Her own mother, Eri Kisaki, might be looking for a "stepfather" for her.

After listening to Ran's explanation, Sonoko's interest was greatly piqued.

He immediately patted his chest and made a written guarantee.

I told her to handle this matter!

At first, Xiaolan thought Sonoko was just joking, so she just smiled and shook her head, not taking it to heart at all.

But right after dinner that evening, Sonoko Suzuki came to the Mori family's house and dragged her away from the Mori Detective Agency.

Upon inquiring about the location, it turned out to be the host club where Mr. Kazama worked.

“Going there would disturb Mr. Kazama’s normal work, and those kinds of shops probably don’t accept minors.”

"Don't worry, Ran, I've got everything covered. I've already booked Mr. Kazama for tonight."

"You can tell him anything directly, there's plenty of time!"

Sonoko Suzuki was full of confidence.

For her, anything that can be solved with money is not a problem.

After all, the Suzuki family has no shortage of money.

If Xiaolan hadn't finally revealed the truth this afternoon, and if the shop's background hadn't been so complicated...

Sonoko originally intended to buy the store outright.

Faced with her friend's outrageously extravagant spending, Xiaolan sat in the car sighing and lamenting.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kazama, I didn't mean for this to happen either.

"Hey handsome, I'm here!"

Tokyo's nights are not just for perverts.

There was also a little boy following behind.

On the road, closely following behind Sonoko Suzuki's car, the lenses of a certain big-headed doll reflected an eerie light.

He lowered his body and the jet skateboard accelerated continuously.

You gossipy old woman, Yuanzi!

Where are you taking Xiaolan?

……

At the entrance of the host club, all the hosts stood to welcome guests, except for Luke, who was waiting inside a private room.

The assistant store manager was still uneasy and resorted to some underhanded tactics.

They had no idea who would be waiting for them next.

The store manager simply gave them a stern warning: they should greet the lady with their best smiles and demeanor.

This made things clear to the male prostitutes.

That means if I perform well, I might not have to worry about the rest of my life.

After giving all the customers some compensation, they were sent away. During this time, the assistant manager had to bow and scrape countless times.

I just don't know if spinal problems caused by this behavior count as work-related injuries?

However, just based on this level of dedication...

One of the organization's model workers must have a lot in common with the assistant store manager.

At that very moment, the white-haired Palu, who was shooting a traitor, suddenly sneezed.

"Big brother, do you have a cold?"

"I can't believe it," said the simple-minded vodka.

Big brother, you can't fall down! The organization has only gotten this far because of you.

Gin remained expressionless and fired another shot.

The "corpse" twitched. Ah, I knew something was off about the feel just now.