Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Tokyo is driving Yukiko crazy.

She hadn't been this busy in ages.

This is simply not a life fit for a human being.

She was like a donkey tied to a millstone, never stopping for a moment.

After starting work, Yukiko began working non-stop, participating in variety shows and film and television drama recordings.

While recording TV dramas and movies, they also have to find time to record songs.

While recording songs, I also need to find time to attend fan meetings.

Having just finished a fan meeting, I have to cooperate with news reporters for promotional activities.

Yukiko felt that her body no longer belonged to her.

"Shinichi, why don't you just not go back to your original form? It would be nice to grow up all over again."

Yukiko made a phone call to Conan from inside the restroom.

Fearing Conan might disagree, Yukiko whispered a plea for help:
"You've suddenly found yourself working ten years less than everyone else, isn't that great? Besides, you've essentially been reborn with your memories intact. Don't you want to experience the treatment of a child prodigy?"
Besides, your dad and I are still young; we can wait for you to grow up.

Conan, far away in Toyota, looked completely bewildered.

Why did his mother suddenly tell him not to grow up?

He didn't want to stay a child forever, unable to do anything and unable to fully engage with the organization.

He asked tentatively, "Mom, what's wrong?"

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m fine now,” Yukiko said. “I was just thinking about your future.”

Conan said in a low voice, "If you feel too tired, you should go back to America."

At worst, I'll just owe Zheng Yi Ge money and pay him back when I grow up.

Given my relationship with Brother Zhengyi, he definitely won't refuse.

"No!" Yukiko said sternly.

Now that we owe Zheng Yi money, we don't know how much we'll have to pay back in the future.

Shinichi is too naive; he doesn't understand the wickedness and greed of capitalists.

Conan curled his lips.

My mother has no idea how kind Zheng Yi is.

If I said I wouldn't give Zheng Yi any money, he wouldn't have any objections.

"Okay, you can go on with your work. I need to go to work too." Yukiko hung up the phone immediately.

"Ms. Yukiko, you've been in the bathroom for too long. If you stay in there any longer, your sleep time will have to be cut."

Upon hearing the noise outside the bathroom door, Yukiko's face darkened.

That's going too far; they even rush you to go to the toilet.

Yukiko had just stepped out of the restroom, and before she even had a chance to wash her hands, her assistant immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her outside.

As they walked, they said, "Hurry up, the director is already waiting for you."

"Can't I take a break?" Yukiko asked.

"Of course," the assistant said. "Just bear with it for now; things will get much better after this busy period."

Yukiko patted her head.

That's what you said last week.

The assistant, fearing Yukiko wouldn't believe him, said, "It'll really be fine once this busy period is over."

If you keep appearing on shows, it will affect your commercial value, so you'll have fewer shows and events in the future.

“That would be best,” Yukiko said.

Inside a hotel in Tokyo.

The alarm clock rang at noon, and Vermouth stretched lazily and put on her red coat.

"That was a really good sleep," Vermouth said, twisting her neck.

I've been lying in bed for too long, and my neck is starting to feel uncomfortable.

Vermouth took out her phone and asked Yukiko what activities she was going to participate in recently.

Soon, Vermouth's assistant delivered Yukiko's schedule to her hotel room.

"This is too health-conscious," Vermouth muttered.

Is Yukiko taking care of her health with this little workload? Vermouth can't stand seeing her so relaxed.

"Arrange more variety shows for her, and get her involved in some charity events," Vermouth told her assistant.

"But..." The assistant hesitated.

"But what?"

The assistant said, "The boss said that if we participate in too many shows, the audience will get tired of the show, and the appearance fee may be reduced."

Vermouth said nonchalantly, "Then just stop those shows from airing."

"Huh?" The assistant was stunned.

You're not doing this to make money, you're just trying to keep Yukiko busy, right?

What kind of hatred or resentment is this?

The assistant did not respond.

She would never do anything that would harm the company's interests.

Because her boss is Zheng Yi, a guy who likes to kill.

Even though the boss has gone to Osaka to kill someone, he will still come back.

"Heh~ Just kidding," Vermouth said.

She then said, "Then participate in more public welfare activities, which will win the favor of the people."

"But it doesn't make money," the assistant said in a low voice.

Vermouth glared at her, and the assistant swallowed her words.

"Bring me Yukiko's schedule. I'll revise it for her. The current workload is far from enough," Vermouth said.

The previous workload consisted entirely of rehabilitation training.

Yukiko's rehabilitation training should be complete now, and she should be able to start her formal work.

Vermouth smiled, pursing her red lips.

Yukiko is short of money, isn't she? Her old friend should help her out.

After all, the resources she arranged for Yukiko are things that many artists desperately seek but cannot obtain.

The assistant stood aside without saying a word.

I hope I don't exhaust Ms. Yukiko.

If she falls ill, it will seriously hinder her ability to make money.

If you can't make money, the boss will get angry, and when the boss gets angry, someone will die for no apparent reason.

“By the way,” Vermouth added, “Give Yukiko the best medical team; we absolutely cannot let her get sick.”

"Yes." The assistant nodded.

After giving instructions to her assistant, Vermouth began to enjoy the lunch delivered to her hotel.

Vermouth glanced at her schedule again.

After lunch, there's a nap, followed by afternoon tea at 3 pm, and then a short period of work.

She was very relaxed during the days when Masakazu was not in Tokyo.

"Should I go visit my old friend tonight?" Vermouth wondered as she lay in bed.

……

In Osaka, Masakazu's cell phone hadn't rung in a long time.

"Looks like your honey trap finally worked," Ai said.

"What honey trap? Don't think of my relationship with Hongye as something so dirty."

Shoichi tapped Ai's head in dissatisfaction.

That was just friends helping each other out.

Ai covered her head and symbolically kicked Seiichi's shin.

"Abnormal~"

Masakazu frowned, not understanding why Ai would use such words to insult him when he hadn't done anything perverted.

Then I might as well show Ai a weirdo later.

"Let's go, Momiji has a karuta tournament today, let's hurry and go cheer her on," Masakazu said to Ai. (End of Chapter)