Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Chapter 34 Solving the Problems of People
"Oh!"

Sato couldn't help himself and slammed the cup down on the table.

Everyone turned their attention to Sato.

Fujiwara Nao felt a sudden thought.

What, you're still not satisfied?
This is outrageous! This is outrageous!

Even clay figures have a bit of temper; don't go too far!

If the price were lowered even a little, my father wouldn't be able to pay off all his debts.

"Officer Sato? Are you drunk?" Masakazu asked, crossing his legs.

Sato stood up and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Is this how you all conduct business?"

“Of course,” Zheng Yi said. “This is the power of sincerity. I have enough sincerity towards Mr. Fujiwara, and Mr. Fujiwara has also felt my sincerity, so he took the initiative to lower the price.”

That's how business is; everyone is honest and open with each other.

Fujiwara Naoki echoed with a forced smile, "Yes, that's how business is."

He secretly observed Zheng Yi.

If you actually believe in the openness that Zheng Yi claims to uphold, then you're just like a foolish little lamb.

Sincerity and openness in business are like looking at flowers through a fog; they may seem beautiful on the surface, but in reality, they may hide a knife behind the scenes.

The knife that Zheng Yi had hidden had already intimidated him.

Whether it's dismemberment or crashing into a truck, no one can resist Zhengyi's sincerity.

Sato stood to the side, finding it difficult to speak.

Although she knew that Masakazu was definitely threatening Fujiwara Nao, she didn't utter a single threatening word here. As someone outside the business world, she had no idea how to speak up to rescue the coerced Fujiwara Nao.

“If anyone feels threatened, be sure to tell the police,” Sato said.

Fujiwara Naoko shook his head repeatedly, saying, "How could that be! Tokyo has such a great detective as Kogoro Mouri, and a police force that is dedicated to protecting Shoichi. How could coercion happen?"

This is definitely a direct challenge to him.

Fujiwara Nao clenched his fist under the table.

It's too humiliating to live like this.

Shoichi raised his glass of juice to Fujiwara Nao and said, "Then let's celebrate our future."

"To celebrate the future." Fujiwara Naoya raised his glass.

Fujiwara Naoki breathed a sigh of relief.

I have a future now, and I don't have to worry about being taken down by just anyone.

The atmosphere at the dinner table improved considerably in an instant.

Sato remained sullen; she couldn't change anything.

Zheng Yi still acquired the other party's assets at a low price. The other party didn't even dare to cry and could only force a smile and agree with Zheng Yi.

She drank a glass of wine in frustration, without touching her chopsticks.

Because Masakazu doesn't drink, the dinner ended quickly, and Fujiwara Nao and Mrs. Fujiwara escorted the three of them downstairs.

"Snapped!"

After the police car left, Fujiwara Nao, unable to bear it any longer, threw his phone on the ground.

"This is outrageous!" Fujiwara Naoko roared angrily.

Lady Fujiwara glanced at her son, then sighed and looked down.

She said helplessly to her son, "The cinema was already barely surviving, so selling it is a good thing. Besides, your father lost a lot of money speculating on copper prices."

"If we don't sell the theaters, we simply can't afford to pay off our debts. And right now, there aren't many people willing to buy theaters."

Those capitalists are all wolves in sheep's clothing. Knowing that the Fujiwara family is burdened with huge debts, none of them would come up with the actual price of the movie theater.

It's simply a matter of how much the price will be reduced.

Fujiwara Naoki snorted coldly and said, "I'm not reconciled! I refuse to believe that Sumitomo Masakazu really has absolute power!" "Almost everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department is protecting him," Fujiwara's wife said.

“That’s not necessarily true!” Fujiwara Naoki said. “If he could really control everything, there wouldn’t be any news about him ‘murdering’ in the newspapers. If I petition, someone will definitely be able to stop him!”

Lady Fujiwara looked at Fujiwara Nao's cold expression.

Knowing that no amount of persuasion would work, he could only sigh and say, "Then you'd better go to America. You're not clean either. Don't let the fact that you didn't send Zheng Yi to prison lead to your own."

Moreover, Zheng Yi's methods were too ruthless.

He prefers to solve the problems of the people who create them rather than the problems themselves.

……

Inside the police car, Sato remained silent, Ai lowered her head in thought, and Masakazu fiddled with his phone.

“Officer Sato, it seems you didn’t eat anything at the restaurant. Would you like to come in and sit down when you get to my place?” Masakazu said.

"No need," Sato said succinctly.

"Oh."

Zheng nodded, looked up, and saw a traffic policeman shining a flashlight at their car in the distance.

Sato's heart skipped a beat.

The middle of the road was blocked by several police motorcycles, and traffic police were standing on both sides of the road. Sato was surprised and parked the police car on the side of the road.

A female traffic police officer in uniform opened the door of the police car with handcuffs.

Seeing Sato in the driver's seat, she asked in surprise, "It's you?"

"Yumi? What are you doing?" Sato looked at Miyamoto Yumi with some guilt.

Yumi Miyamoto glanced at Shoichi in the back seat, frowned, and said, "I received an email from Shoichi Sumitomo. This guy said he stole a police car and was speeding while drunk."

He even provoked me, saying, "Let's see if I can get there before he gets home, so I came to arrest him."

She looked at Zheng Yi, as if waiting for his explanation.

Zheng Yi pointed at Sato and said, "Officer Miyamoto, Officer Sato was driving under the influence of alcohol. I tried to persuade him several times to stop, but it was no use. For my own safety, I had no choice but to report Officer Sato to you."

"But that's not what you said in the email you sent me."

"Isn't this to prevent you officials from protecting each other?" Zheng Yi said helplessly.

As an ordinary Tokyo citizen, his report against a police inspector in the Metropolitan Police Department could easily be ignored.

The only way to report this is by taking advantage of the police's hatred towards innocent citizens.

Miyamoto Yumi looked at Sato, and Sato lowered his head.

It seems she really did drink a small glass of wine.

"Let's blow on it."

"Whoo~"

Sato was detained, so Masakazu had no choice but to walk home with Ai.

On the way, he said with lingering fear, "Luckily, I didn't have a driver's license when Miyamoto Yumi caught me last time, otherwise I would have had my license revoked like Sato."

Because Sato's blood alcohol content was relatively low, his driver's license was only suspended for three months.

Three months later, she was still able to come and work as Zheng Yi's driver.

Ai remained silent, unaware of what Zheng Yi was celebrating.

It's as if if you were the one caught this time, you would receive the same punishment as Sato.

"Why did you report Officer Sato?" Ai asked in a low voice.

"Why?" Zheng Yi thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because I'm born with a sense of justice and can't stand seeing others break the law."

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