Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

The phone vibrated several times on the table, buzzing, and the screen lit up and went out repeatedly.

Gin didn't even lift an eyelid.

It wasn't until the fifth tremor that Vodka cautiously reached out his hand.

He carefully picked up the phone and handed it to Gin with both hands.

"Big brother..."

Gin glanced coldly at the sender, his eyes instantly turning icy.

Is it him again?
What exactly is Zheng Yi, that bastard, trying to do?
The organization hasn't even settled accounts with him for Takada's death yet, but he's already getting too big for his britches and coming to provoke us.

Gin snatched the phone and swiped open the email with his fingertips.

The few lines of text caused a throbbing vein to appear on his forehead.

Send me a copy of the evidence showing Takada's collusion with the organization. —Shoichi

Why aren't you replying to me? Since Representative Takada is dead anyway, it wouldn't hurt to give me a copy. —Shoichi

Don't tell me you didn't leave any leverage to threaten Takada. —Shoichi

[Don't worry, I won't show this to anyone, and I certainly won't expose the organization's existence. I just want to learn how to threaten and control members of parliament. — Zheng Yi]

Gin's fingers almost crushed the phone.

He has never seen such a shameless person!
After committing murder, not only did he show no remorse, but he also demanded "teaching materials"?!

This is no longer a provocation, it's an insult.

Taking advantage of others!
Meanwhile, in his apartment on the other side of Tokyo, Shoichi was lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed.

He also felt that Gin was being somewhat ungrateful.

He could actually find out Takada's connection to the organization on his own, it would just be a bit troublesome.

Asking Gin is a way of showing respect.

But Gin didn't appreciate it?

Well, I'm sorry, but I'll take back my respect.

Ai sat next to him and witnessed Masato's angry face towards Gin the whole time.

She didn't speak, but her eyes shone brightly, and she couldn't suppress the smirk of her lips.

That was so exciting...

If I were Gin, upon seeing an email like this, I'd probably smash up the base on the spot and fly a helicopter to Tokyo to bomb buildings.

She secretly imagined Gin's face turning ashen with anger, his cigarette slanted as he lit it, and felt a surge of satisfaction.

As expected, letting Shoichi infuriate Gin is the most appropriate way to use this guy.

Masakazu stretched and lazily said to Ai, "I'll compile a document proving Takada's collusion with the organization and send it to Conan."

With this evidence, Conan would be even more convinced that the Toyota Group was deeply colluding with the Black Organization.

Therefore, he will definitely put in twice the effort when investigating Takeuchi and Toyoda Ichiro.

They even risked their lives to infiltrate the other party's residence, eavesdrop on meetings, and track vehicles...

What Zhengyi likes most is Conan's enthusiasm.

In that case, Takeuchi or Toyoda Ichiro might be able to unlock all sorts of novel ways to die.

Ai looked at him and suddenly asked softly, "Aren't you afraid that Conan will one day discover that you're the biggest liar?"

Zheng Yi shrugged, completely unconcerned.

At least he didn't lie to Conan this time, right?

Takada is indeed a member of the organization; Shoichi wasn't lying.

It is true that Takata has a deep connection with Toyota.

Is Toyota related to the organization?

Zheng Yi didn't ask, so he doesn't know either.

He is very honest.

Masakazu pinched Ai's cheek, hoping to hear more good news from Conan this time. "Beep beep beep~"

The phone rang shrilly again, echoing in the quiet living room like a death knell.

Without even looking up, he swiped his finger and shut down the phone.

The calls coming in now are mostly from politicians, journalists, and even former allies of Representative Takada, all indignantly questioning him:

"Did you kill Representative Takada?!"

Although he always responded with a cold laugh, "If you're so capable, show me the evidence," he couldn't stop the flood of phone calls, which disturbed his sleep even during his afternoon nap.

"This is so annoying..." He rubbed his temples, his tone full of weariness. "I really should go on a trip and get some peace and quiet for a few days."

I turned my head and thought about it.

Although these people caused trouble for Zheng Yi, they only verbally harassed him and made many concessions in their actions.

My mood improved a little.

He turned to look at Ai, his tone suddenly becoming lighter: "Let's pack our things, we're leaving for a trip the day after tomorrow."

"Why the day after tomorrow?" Xiao Ai asked without looking up.

“Because,” Zheng Yi sat up straight, his expression unusually serious, as if he were announcing a matter of national importance, “I need to arrange a job for Conan’s mother first.”

Ai's hand paused.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes quickly shifting from confusion to disbelief and disgust.

"Assign work?" she repeated.

Zheng Yi said very seriously, "Of course! Conan entrusted his mother to me, so as his friend, of course I have to take good care of her. I can't just leave her at the company and ignore her, can I? That would be too much."

"Heh." Xiao Ai sneered and stared directly at him. "So your 'care' means making her shoot three commercials, do two live streams, and attend brand galas in one day?"

While it's uncertain which ones, it's certainly very close.

In fact, what Zheng Yi had to do was even more tiring than she had imagined.

The most ruthless approach is to target someone you know well.

Her sister practically became Zheng Yi's best servant, working overtime for him every day.

Even Vermouth was ruthlessly exploited by Zheng Yi.

Not to mention myself, I go to school during the day and work at night, so I have very little time to rest.

Occasionally, she also has to act as Zheng Yi's playmate.

I'm going on a business trip this time to accompany Zhengyi on a trip.

On the contrary, Ai was somewhat envious of the leisurely lives of those outsiders.

Zheng Yi tapped her forehead in annoyance: "What kind of look is that? As if I'm some heinous, evil capitalist."

"Isn't that right?" Ai retorted.

"I'm just trying to cultivate your spirit of hard work and perseverance!"

Shoichi argued confidently, "Besides, Yukiko Kudo's situation is different."

He leaned back on the sofa, his tone suddenly becoming considerate: "She herself said that she wants to earn money to 'cure' Conan—after all, shrinking requires some money to research an antidote, right? So I'm giving her more work to help her fulfill her wish, understand?"

He paused, a sly glint in his eyes:
"This is not exploitation, but mutual assistance and cooperation that goes the distance between us."

After all, without money, Conan cannot be 'treated'.

Ai stared at him for a full five seconds before finally sighing.

Ai Haibara knows best how much Conan's medical treatment will cost.

Many of the expenses came from Zheng Yi's purchase of equipment.

And those devices are not only used to research antidotes, but also to research other drugs, sharing the research costs of other drugs.

Zheng Yi is quite good at saving money.

Masashi said to Ai, "Ai, don't talk about me anymore. A portion of the salary you receive from me comes from the Kudo family." (End of Chapter)