Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Chapter 27 Making movies should involve pointing a gun at someone's head.
Zheng Yi, blindfolded, randomly selected a horror movie.

The movie is called "The Actress's Spirit," a name that Zheng Yi had never heard of before.

Ai held her popcorn, showing no interest in these horror movies.

Are the things in the movie part of organized horror?

I live in the home of an organization member every day, so what do I have to be afraid of?

"what!"

Ai suddenly screamed.

It wasn't because she was scared by the movie, but because, without her noticing, a hand appeared on her arm.

She stiffly turned her neck and saw Zheng Yi trembling as he watched the movie screen, his left hand gripping the chair tightly, and his right hand unconsciously grabbing her arm.

Ai: ?
You're a member of an organization, yet you're so afraid of horror movies?
She doesn't understand.

Zheng Yi had gone from grabbing his arm to hugging it.

Ai really wanted Masakazu to leave.

But Zheng Yi seemed completely absorbed in the movie, his eyes never leaving the screen, and he was clinging tightly to Ai's arm.

It seemed like they had watched a scary part, because Masakazu suddenly increased his strength and picked Ai up from her seat.

Ai was stunned for a moment, and by the time she came to her senses, she was already being held in Masakazu's arms like a rag doll.

"How terrifying," Zheng Yi muttered to himself.

"Let me go," Ai whispered to Masakazu.

Shoichi seemed completely absorbed in the movie and didn't hear Ai's words.

Moreover, Ai's hand was being held by Shoichi, so she couldn't even hit him.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a movie theater, a public place, Ai would have already yelled in Shoichi's ear.

Oh well, it's not like we haven't cuddled and slept together before. It's just a movie that's a little over an hour long.

After the movie ended, Masakazu calmly released Ai from his arms.

Ai stared intently at Shoichi, as if she wanted an explanation.

You're definitely doing this on purpose, aren't you?
"That was terrifying. I'm never watching horror movies again," Zheng Yi said with a laugh.

"hehe."

Seeing Masakazu's shameless behavior, Ai chose to endure it.

Living under someone else's roof while plotting revenge, one must make oneself appear more harmless.

Sooner or later, I will personally kill Zhengyi.

So, Ai hugged the popcorn and peanuts and sulked, her lips slightly pouting, as if she was muttering something.

Zheng Yi guessed that she was telling Popcorn about her little troubles.

Zheng Yi pulled Xiao Ai out of the movie theater.

“This movie is really good, even I was scared,” Zheng Yi said.

Ai pouted.

Whether you were genuinely frightened or not, only you know the answer.

Is it fun to bully children?
Zheng Yi is the most sincere person, he would never lie to a child. He said with a smile, "I plan to have the director of this movie direct our company's first movie."

Ai lowered her head.

This guy is so casual.

Just because he randomly watched a movie in a theater, he plans to have the director of that movie make a film for him. Is this the playful life of a chaebol heir?

……

"Big brother, what are the tasks for today?"

Vodka, with a piece of bread in his mouth, asked curiously.

My older brother clearly said he was taking the day off today, and he was going to buy Ms. Yoko's latest album, but he was called over before he even bought it.

Today's release is a limited edition, so it's very difficult to get your hands on one.

Gin stubbed out his cigarette and said, "I'll do Junto a favor."

"Do Jundu a favor?" Vodka asked, somewhat puzzled.

What kind of favor does that tycoon's son need their help with?
Doesn't the Sumitomo family have its own underworld connections?
Vodka was reluctant; Yoko's albums were notoriously hard to buy, and if they didn't go today, they wouldn't be able to get them. "That guy's making a movie, and he wants us to find him a director," Gin said.

"Making a movie?" Vodka muttered under his breath.

Is this guy using making movies as an excuse to pick up female celebrities? Typical chaebol heir behavior, utterly disgusting.

Vodka asked, "How can we help him find a director?"

Even if we don't explain why we're helping Jundu, let's just say we're trying to help.

They were all roughnecks who only knew how to brandish knives and guns; how could they possibly know those artists?

……

Hideo Nakata is currently in high spirits.

After seven years as an assistant director, he finally completed his debut film, "Actress Spirit".

The film was well-received and received considerable praise.

Moreover, news has come from the United States that they want to remake his movie.

This has made Hideo Nakata a little complacent lately, and he's already thinking about what his next film should be.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

"Who?"

Hideo Nakata pushed open the door to the rented room, and two men dressed in black barged in and slammed the door shut.

The fatter man in black had his mouth stuffed with a cloth.

"Woooooo~"

Hideo Nakata began to struggle.

He has a bright future ahead of him and is about to embark on a successful path; he doesn't want to die yet.

"Shut up!"

Hideo Nakata fell silent when the blond-haired man pressed a pistol against his head.

Gin glanced at vodka.

Vodka grinned at Hideo Nakata and said politely, "We'd like to ask you to make a movie."

"Woo?"

Making a movie? Is this your attitude towards making a movie?
“I’m removing the gag from your mouth. I hope you won’t scream, otherwise our guns could easily go off accidentally,” Vodka warned.

“Woo-woo!” Nakata Hideo nodded vigorously.

After Vodka removed the cloth from his mouth, Hideo Nakata took several deep breaths.

He glanced at the two men in black.

Hideo Nakata swallowed.

Are there still movies where people point guns at each other's heads?

But why me?

I'm just an unknown newcomer who just made one film. Why are you pressuring famous directors like Director Jiu Juan?

"May I ask what kind of movie you'd like me to make?" Hideo Nakata asked nervously.

"I don't know, I'll tell you when the script is finished," Gin said.

Upon hearing that Cointreau was going to write his own script, Gin leaned back in his chair, thinking that all he could produce was a pile of garbage.

How well it turns out depends on the director's ability.

Hideo Nakata felt even more uneasy.

Could it be that they're going to make him film one of those lewd movies?
Hideo Nakata was trembling with fear.

Are all the people who shoot unfinished films these days so powerful? They just take a gun and kidnap the director.

“Come with us, we’ll take you to sign the contract.” Vodka grabbed Hideo Nakata by the collar and pulled him outside.

"Yes."

Hideo Nakata followed Vodka with great fear.

Signing a contract? Doesn't that need to be so formal?

(End of this chapter)