Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Inside an office building in Tokyo.

Senju Shunji stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold, but his gaze was somewhat unfocused.

Although he had just experienced a political miracle of being elected without a vote and becoming a member of the House of Representatives, he didn't have much time to enjoy the joy of victory.

"call……"

Qiantou took a deep breath and turned around.

He straightened his tie in the empty office.

He knew that from this day forward, he would no longer be that popular actor, nor would he need to scheme and curry favor with others as a minor politician.

"Someone come here!" Qiantou raised his voice.

Secretary Matsumoto immediately pushed open the door and entered, standing respectfully with his hands at his sides: "Councilor Senju, what are your instructions?"

"Bring out that draft document, 'On Promoting the Development of New Entertainment Industries in the Tokyo Area.'"

Senju Junji sat back in his large office chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk, producing a steady rhythm.

"Also, there is the 'Amendment on Artificial Intelligence Risks and Industry Support' and the 'Report on Relaxing Restrictions on Real Estate Development in Urban Centers'."

Matsumoto quickly pulled out three thick documents from the folder and presented them to the table with both hands.

"Matsumoto, how long have you been following me?" Senju asked suddenly without looking at the documents.

“Reporting to the councilor, three years and four months.” Matsumoto was somewhat puzzled.

“It’s been three years…” Senju Shunji opened the first draft of the entertainment industry plan.

From today onwards, these three documents will be the focus of his work for the next three years.

We should never forget those who dug the well when we drink the water; it's time to repay Zhengyi.

Ingratitude will land you in your grave.

He pointed to the first document, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "Entertainment Draft."

I will raise this issue at next week's meeting, requesting the government to reduce or exempt business tax on emerging entertainment complexes.

Matsumoto took notes from the side.

The terms in the document are very favorable to Zheng Yi Entertainment Company.

Senzu Junji looked up, smiled, and said, "Mr. Shoichi's company is the benchmark of the Japanese entertainment industry!"
If the benchmark falls, Japan's entertainment industry is finished.

Supporting role models is supporting the national economy.

His words sounded very high-sounding.

"Yes! I understand!" Matsumoto nodded quickly.

He needed to subtly convey this message to Mr. Zhengyi, so as not to let Mr. Zhengyi think that Young Master Qiantou was indifferent to his affairs.

Zheng Yi has never been a patient person.

If we can't see the efforts of a thousand heads in a short time, then Zheng Yi needs to work hard.

“Very good.” Qiantou nodded in satisfaction, then moved his finger to the second document—the “Amendment on the Risks and Industry Support of Artificial Intelligence.”

"This AI amendment was originally intended to limit the misuse of certain high-risk AI technologies, right?"

Qian Tou sneered and drew a heavy cross on several lines of text with a red pen.

“Remove all of these restrictive clauses.”

We must encourage innovation and not let outdated ethical views hinder the development of Mr. Zhengyi's AI company.

These guys are hindering technological progress and preventing Mr. Zhengyi from using technology to benefit society.

Those who tried to stop Mr. Zhengyi were all anti-Japanese elements!
“But… wouldn’t this…” Matsumoto swallowed hard.

Senzu Junji leaned back in his chair, a nonchalant smile on his face. "It's alright."

There are many financial groups involved behind this, so as long as you bring it up yourself, there won't be much opposition.

Finally, his finger landed on the third document—the Real Estate Development Report.

"As for this..." Senju Shunji said calmly, "those few 'holdout' plots of land in the city center that Mr. Seiichi has his eye on."

Originally, development was stalled due to concerns about cultural relic preservation and resident protests, right?

“Yes, the residents of those plots are very stubborn, and they have the support of the media,” Matsumoto said.

“From today onwards, there will be no media support,” Senzu Junji said coldly.

"Use administrative means to put pressure on those newspapers."

At the same time, the Urban Planning Law was amended to redefine those plots of land as commercial priority development zones.

Tell the residents that they either sell at a high price or face forced expropriation and receive nothing.

Matsumoto said softly, "That's an ancient building, rich in cultural heritage."

"Mr. Seiichi's real estate company is going to build Tokyo's tallest skyscraper on this ruin."

"Compared to those so-called traditional buildings, they are nothing compared to the Tokyo landmark that Zheng Yi is going to build," Qian Tou said.

After finishing his speech in one breath, Senju Junji picked up his coffee cup and took a sip, only to find that the coffee had gone cold.

He frowned and poured the entire cup of coffee into the trash can.

"Deliver these documents to the relevant provincial departments tonight." Qian Tou stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the bustling Tokyo below. ...

An art museum called "Under the Day" is like a soft cloud, moored in the suburbs of Tokyo.

The pure white Victorian building is surrounded by dozens of pine trees of various shapes.

Ai followed Shoichi into the art museum.

Ai's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the empty hall.

"You meant to take me to see 'breathtaking art'?"

She looked around.

Beneath our feet lies smooth, mirror-like black marble, reflecting the flowing light and shadow on the ceiling.

The surrounding walls were spotless, without a single stain, and there was none of the exhibition wall with famous paintings that she had imagined.

The entire art museum is incredibly large, with winding corridors connecting a series of well-lit exhibition halls.

However, all the exhibition halls were empty.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Zheng said.

"Look at that beam of light; it's flowing down from the gap in the dome, doesn't it look like a golden river?"

Ai stopped and looked up.

The beam of light indeed shone precisely in the center of the hall, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, creating a scene of beauty that seemed like an illusion.

Then, she gave Zheng Yi a strange look.

Why are you so artsy today?

Zheng Yi patted Ai's head.

In an art museum, you should be a bit more cultured; speaking too rudely will get you laughed at.

Ai said, "But there isn't a single piece of art in here."

She had never even heard of such a beautiful art museum.

It must have just been built and hasn't opened for business yet, so no artworks have been put in for exhibition.

"Soon."

He walked to a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window is a meticulously manicured Japanese dry landscape garden, with ripple-like patterns on the white sand extending to the horizon.

"This place is really beautiful." Zheng Yi made no attempt to hide his fondness for the place.

This art museum is a work of art in itself.

Ai is already starting to worry about the owner of this art museum.

If Zheng Yi has his eye on you, will the art museum owner still have a chance to survive?
Ai felt she should call Ran and ask her to take Conan on a trip, which could also save the life of the art museum owner.

"Ai, this is not just an ordinary art museum."

“It’s a very beautiful art museum,” Ai Haibara added to Masakazu.

Zheng Yi tilted his head and blinked.

You can't say that what you're saying is wrong.

It is indeed a very beautiful art museum.

"This is a 'thank you gift' that Senzu Shunji gave me after he was elected as a member of parliament," Zheng Yi said, squatting down and lowering his voice.

Ai's pupils contracted slightly.

It turned out to be an evil political deal.

If you help Senju Junji get elected as a member of parliament, he will provide you with payment.

Such a beautiful art museum, it's a shame that bastard Zheng Yi got such a good deal.

Shoichi reached out, seemingly wanting to pat Ai's head, but in the end he just straightened his cuffs.

He said the design style of the art museum is 'empty'.

This represents my broad-mindedness, capable of embracing all things, yet maintaining the purity of my true self.

"..."

Ai was shocked by the shamelessness of the two.

She whispered, "Is it possible that he was mocking you for being narrow-minded?"

"impossible!"

Zheng Yi pointed a finger at Ai's forehead and said, "I have a broad mind, but you don't."

"Pervert!" Ai spat at Masakazu.

She looks like a little child now.

This pervert actually discussed her breasts. (End of Chapter)