Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Chapter 142 Zheng Yi: I didn't kill him!
"Ah!"

"Do you have a cold? Drink some hot water."

"Thank you, Brother Zhengyi."

Conan blew on the cup.

"Is there something you need from me?" Zheng Yi asked.

"There are some things."

Conan looked around Shoichi's house and asked him, "Where are Ai and that cold older sister?"

“She took Ai to work,” Masakazu said.

"work?"

Tutoring classes?

Conan nodded, not giving it much thought.

"Brother Zhengyi, can you find out where this armed helicopter was manufactured?" Conan asked, pointing to the contents of the newspaper.

"This?" Zheng Yi looked troubled.

It would be difficult to ask him to investigate this.

"If it's difficult, then I won't make it difficult for you, Brother Zhengyi." Conan awkwardly put the newspaper away.

He made things too difficult for Brother Zhengyi.

An armed helicopter must have an incredibly powerful background; even the top leader might not be able to investigate it.

Moreover, if we were to conduct an investigation rashly, we would certainly attract the attention of other forces.

He was too abrupt.

"Brother Zhengyi, can you find out who this person is?" Conan took out the photo of Ireland again.

Zhengyi said, "Conan, you could actually wait for the police announcement."

That's because they don't trust the police's capabilities.

Moreover, he was more eager than the police.

Zhengyi said to Conan, "Besides, these terrorists are too dangerous; it's no longer suitable for a little detective like you to investigate."

You could try some simpler, less dangerous cases.

"But……"

"Beep, beep, beep~"

"Excuse me, I need to take this call in a moment," Zheng Yi said.

"it is good."

Conan watched as Shoichi answered the phone, his expression grim.

Conan felt that if it weren't for him, Zheng Yi would probably have started swearing.

After hanging up the phone, he resumed his gentle expression and said to Conan, "Conan, you..."

"Beep, beep, beep~"

"Excuse me, I need to take another call."

"it is good."

Conan sighed helplessly as he watched Shoichi keep answering phone calls.

Zheng Yi is still too busy.

He pointed towards the door, indicating that he should leave.

Masakazu looked at him as if trying to persuade him to stay, but Conan politely left without disturbing Masakazu.

"Click~"

Just after Zheng Yi hung up the phone, Curaçao returned from outside at that moment.

Zheng Yi said with some worry, "Starting a business is so difficult."

After saying that, Zheng Yi seemed to see Curaçao smile.

Curaçao took a drink from the refrigerator and sat on the sofa to watch TV, completely ignoring Masakazu's complaints.

"Is starting a business difficult? I don't feel it at all," Curacao muttered to himself.

Zhengyi's entrepreneurial journey has been incredibly smooth.

I have never encountered any setbacks.

The only setback was that the competitor died too late, causing Zheng Yi to worry for an extra night.

Zheng Yi said to himself, "A diplomat actually proposed lowering import tariffs on European cars. I think he's been paid by European car manufacturers."

Before the automotive industry could even celebrate its success in construction and real estate, it was about to suffer a major blow.

With the reduction of import tariffs on European cars, dealers will certainly lower their prices.

Moreover, European car brands can squeeze out local car brands, posing the greatest threat to small car brands like Zheng Yi.

“He doesn’t protect local industries at all. Even if he dies, people will just applaud him,” Zheng Yi said.

Curaçao glanced at Zheng Yi and said, "Do you want me to go and kill him?"

“No need, I don’t kill people,” Zheng Yi said.

That diplomat, whoever has received the money, has already rallied a number of people and is preparing to propose lowering tariffs.

Many Japanese car manufacturers also contacted Zhengyi.

The implication, both overt and covert, is that Zheng Yi should use his traditional skills to resolve this trouble.

They are willing to pay a certain amount of compensation.

For the development of the entire domestic industry, Zhengyi is of course duty-bound to do so.

“Curaçao, go prepare some gifts. I’m going to visit that diplomat and try to win him over with my sincerity.”

"Let him know how difficult it is for domestic automakers," Zheng Yi said.

Curaçao got up from the sofa.

He hesitated somewhat regarding Zheng Yi's order.

Was the gift he mentioned fruit, or a bomb?

……

"Where is Shinichi Kudo? Call him out here right now!"

"Who are you? Shinichi isn't here at all."

“That guy clearly said he was in Tokyo, not at home, so he could only be here!” Hattori Heiji said.

"How did you know Shinichi was in Tokyo?" Ran asked.

“I asked that over the phone,” Heiji said.

Xiaolan's fist hardened instantly.

This guy doesn't call me at all, he calls other people instead?
This bastard!

"Ah!"

Just as Ran's anger was rising, Conan walked in, sneezing.

"Conan? Do you have a cold?"

Xiao Lan's anger level cleared up, and she squatted down to ask with concern.

"Yes, a little." "Little brother, you had a cold." Heiji put down his backpack and took out a glass bottle.

Pour the liquid into a cup.

"I happen to have some very good medicine prepared for you." Heiji handed the cup to Conan.

"Thank you."

Conan took the cup and drank it without any suspicion.

Ran, hands on her hips, asked Heiji, "So what exactly do you want to see Shinichi about?"

“To prove some truths,” Heiji said.

"If you're after the truth, you might as well come to me, Kogoro Mouri. I'm the best detective in Tokyo now."

Kogoro said without any politeness.

No one should disagree with this statement.

If he hadn't been constantly misunderstood as a lackey of the Zhengyi, he could have easily called himself the most skilled detective in Japan, and few people would have disagreed.

"I'd better not trouble you, uncle," Heiji said.

In his eyes, Shinichi Kudo was simply deceived by Shoichi and didn't know Shoichi's true nature.

Kogoro Mouri is Shoichi's complete lackey.

The kind that's beyond redemption.

"Hiccup~"

Conan let out a burp and swayed so badly he almost couldn't stand up.

"Conan, what's wrong with you?"

Ran came over and helped Conan.

"What exactly did you feed Conan?" Ran asked Heiji, displeased.

“This is a Chinese liquor called Bai Gan. I’ll be bothering you all here until I meet Kudo. Here’s a gift for you,” Heiji said.

"So, you fed Conan alcohol, right?"

Xiaolan clenched her fist and slammed it on the table.

The broken table brought Heiji to his senses.

"Seriously, is this how you treat your guests? I've been ringing the doorbell for ages and no one's come."

"I'm coming!"

Heiji ran straight to the entrance, where the staff from the agency came to greet him.

"I want you to investigate my daughter's character."

The woman handed Kogoro a resume with a photo on it.

Kogoro took a look at the resume.

"Your son's girlfriend's resume is quite impressive."

"That's precisely why I sent you to find fault with me," the woman said bluntly.

Kogoro was stunned; he hadn't expected this reason.

Could it be a story about a rich boy falling in love with Cinderella, and a wicked mother-in-law trying to break them up?

"So, shall I go over now?" Kogoro asked.

“That’s right, let’s go now,” the woman said.

Heiji said, "Then I'll go too."

"you?"

“That’s right, I’m a detective too. You got two detectives for the price of one, you made a great deal,” Heiji said.

"Whatever," the woman said nonchalantly, putting on her sunglasses.

"Uncle Mori, can I come over too?" Conan said, tugging at Kogoro's sleeve.

"What were you doing there?" Kogoro asked, displeased.

If you have a cold, you should stay home and rest.

"Come on, come on," Conan pleaded.

If you, a muddle-headed detective, were to go, you might ruin a good match for them.

I'm really worried about you.

Despite Conan's persistent nagging, they finally brought the kid along, and Ran, worried about Conan, followed along as well.

When Kogoro and his group arrived at the woman's house, they encountered Shoichi.

Xiao Lan asked in surprise:
"Brother Zhengyi, what are you doing here?"

"I have something to discuss with Mr. Tsujimura Isao. Who are you?" Masakazu asked.

"It's Mrs. Tsujimura who has asked my father to do something," Ran said.

Zheng nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Xiaolan looked at the fruit in Curaçao's hand, then at her own empty hands.

Was I being too rude?

"You must be Mrs. Tsujimura. I've already made an appointment with Mr. Tsujimura Isao over the phone," Masakazu said.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know about this, otherwise I wouldn't have come to ask Mr. Kogoro for help today," Mrs. Tsujimura said.

"It's alright," Masakazu said, looking at Kogoro.
"Mr. Kogoro and I are also friends, so it's a good opportunity for us to have a chat together."

“I’m so glad you don’t mind,” Mrs. Tsujimura said.

Mrs. Tsujimura led everyone into the villa.

"Madam, are you going home?"

"Hmm, where is the master?" Mrs. Tsujimura asked the butler.

"Master should be in his study right now," the butler said.

On his way to the study, he encountered Tsujimura Isao's son, Takayoshi, and his girlfriend, Sachiko.

However, Mrs. Tsujimura was very cold towards the two of them.

Mrs. Tsujimura's attitude softened when she was facing Tsujimura Isao's father.

"Honey, Mr. Zhengyi is here."

Mrs. Tsujimura knocked on the study door, but there was no response from inside.

Mrs. Tsujimura used her key to open the door and went inside.

"Honey, is this really you? Why are you asleep in the study?"

She walked over to Tsujimura Isao and patted him on the shoulder.

But Tsujimura Isao collapsed to the ground.

Heiji immediately ran over and looked at Tsujimura Isao's body, saying, "He's dead. Call the police."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Zheng Yi as if by reflex.

Shoichi placed the fruit basket on the table and whispered to Heiji:

"I didn't kill him, I just arrived."

(End of this chapter)