Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Chapter 33 The other party insisted on lowering the price.
Inside a white Mercedes-Benz.

Fujiwara Nao was filled with anxiety and could not live a single day, frantically turning the steering wheel.

"Calm down! Your father just passed away, and this family still needs you to support it!" Mrs. Fujiwara said with displeasure.

"How do you ask me to calm down!"

Fujiwara parked his car in front of a coffee shop, got out, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a few deep drags.

He said angrily, "That old man ruined the family business to this extent, and then he just committed suicide to end it all, so that I have to inherit all his debts?"

His father, unwilling to bear the stigma of selling off the family business, committed suicide to end the trouble, leaving all the problems to him.

“I’m afraid he didn’t commit suicide,” Lady Fujiwara said quietly.

"Ok?"

Lady Fujiwara said, "Do you remember Masakazu who came to our house last night?"

“I vaguely remember him. He’s an arrogant young master,” Fujiwara Nao said. “He actually wanted to buy the Fujiwara family’s theater chain at half price. Does he really think everyone revolves around him and wants to take advantage of us so much?”

“Sell it to him,” said Lady Fujiwara.

"Are you kidding me?" Fujiwara Naoko glanced at his mother sideways.

You, who are already divorced from your father, should stop pointing fingers at me.

"Do you want to follow in your father's footsteps?" Lady Fujiwara said. "Do you really think your father committed suicide? He had never shown any suicidal tendencies before. How could he have made up his mind to kill himself after meeting Masakazu once?"

Fujiwara Naoko frowned and said softly, "Who made it known to the whole world before committing suicide?"

“Then you should think carefully about the rumors surrounding Shoichi,” said Lady Fujiwara.

The rumors surrounding Shoichi were hardly a secret in Tokyo.

Fujiwara had only taken it as a joke before, thinking that those people were overestimating the power of chaebol heirs; who would really be so blatantly lawless?

But when I thought of my father, who was being cared for piece by piece, I began to waver.

But still stubbornly insisted, "Well..."

"careful!"

Mrs. Fujiwara pulled Fujiwara Nao forward a couple of steps, when a large truck coming down the ramp smashed into their Mercedes and crashed into the coffee shop.

Fujiwara Naoki looked at the large truck with lingering fear.

He and his car were just a hair's breadth away from being smashed to pieces.

In a daze, he only saw a disheveled man rush into the coffee shop with a small child.

“I would like to meet Mr. Shoichi,” Fujiwara Nao said.

……

"Hello? Would you like to invite me to dinner? Sure."

In Sato's car, after Masakazu answered Fujiwara Nao's call, he said to Sato, "Mr. Fujiwara's son would like to invite me to dinner. Could you please drive to the Beika Grand Hotel, Officer Sato?"

"Mr. Fujiwara's son?" Sato was somewhat sensitive.

Why is he asking Zheng Yi to have dinner instead of worrying about his own father's funeral?
"Does Officer Sato want to come along?" Masakazu asked.

“I’m not going,” Sato said coldly.

Our current location is closer to the Mihua Grand Hotel than to Zheng Yijia.

Sato just wanted to break up with this guy as soon as possible.

“Alright, it’s not convenient to do business with Mr. Fujiwara’s son if Officer Sato is here,” Masakazu said.

inconvenient?
Sato squinted.

This guy is definitely trying to use those coercive and enticement tactics again to force Mr. Fujiwara's son to sell his business to him. "Screech!"

Police cars were parked in front of the Mihua Grand Hotel.

After Masakazu helped Ai out of the car, he asked Sato, "Officer Sato, are you really not coming along? You helped solve the case of Mr. Fujiwara's suicide today. Mr. Fujiwara's son certainly won't mind having another person at the banquet."

“Okay, I’ll go,” Sato said expressionlessly.

"Forehead?"

Seeing Zheng Yi's somewhat surprised face, Sato remained unmoved.

What, if I really go up there, will you stop saying those threatening and coercive things?
Upstairs, Fujiwara no Nao and his wife finally welcomed Masakazu's arrival.

What surprised them was...

Surprisingly, the policewoman was also there?
Has collusion between officials and businessmen reached this level? They even brought police officers to a business dinner.

Lady Fujiwara was filled with anxiety.

Is this how you just arrest someone and take them to the police station when business negotiations don't go well today?
If he can claim Fujiwara committed suicide, he can certainly also claim it was murder. The murderer could be Fujiwara Naoki, or it could be Fujiwara's wife herself.

I had heard that the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department had been taken over by Shoichi, and it seems that the rumors were true.

"You've finally arrived." Fujiwara Naoki smiled broadly.

Zheng Yi took off his coat, sat down in a chair, and said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"No, no, we were too abrupt," Fujiwara Naoko said.

Fujiwara waved, and a waiter handed him a bottle of wine. He poured it for Masakazu himself and explained, "This is a wine that I air-freighted from France. Please have a taste."

Masakazu picked up his glass, swirled it, and then pushed it in front of Ai.

"I'm sorry, I'm only nineteen years old and I can't drink alcohol. There's a policewoman here, and I can't break the law," Zheng Yi said.

"I apologize for my presumption. Mr. Zhengyi is so accomplished at such a young age that it is easy to overlook your age."

Another round of insincere flattery followed, making Sato frown.

Ai has adapted a lot.

At first, she felt disgusted by these words, but gradually, she realized that she only needed to eat by herself.

The food at these kinds of events is usually quite good, many times better than the organization's canteen. Eat more so you can gain strength and take revenge on Zheng Yi later.

Fujiwara Nao squeezed out a few tears, trying to evoke Shoichi's pity.

“My father has just passed away, and I know I am not capable of managing his businesses, so I would like to ask you to take care of them. We will agree on the price that you agreed upon with my father. What do you think?” Fujiwara Nao said, bowing.

Zheng Yi shook his head and said kindly, "No need."

If your father was paid the same price before he died and is still paid the same price after he dies, then wasn't your father's death in vain?

"Alright then, let's raise the acquisition price by 10% from my price. We can't let Mr. Fujiwara feel disheartened in the afterlife."

Fujiwara looked happy.

Although he was still losing money, the 10% price that Zheng Yi gave him would reduce his losses a little, which was good.

Just as he was about to agree, Lady Fujiwara tugged at his sleeve.

Fujiwara no Naoko looked at Fujiwara no Madam, frowned, and then suddenly realized what was happening.

He remembered the large truck in the coffee shop earlier.

If that truck had hit him directly, Zheng Yi wouldn't have needed to spend so much money.

Fujiwara Naoichi gritted his teeth: "Fine! We'll go with the price you agreed on before, but lower it by another 10%!"

(End of this chapter)