Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

"I am furious."

"I am extremely angry."

"I am incredibly angry."

Zheng Yi glared angrily at Vermouth, feeling extremely dissatisfied with her.

The organization's warehouse had just been burned down, and they were suffering heavy losses when that bastard Vermouth came to ask for funds.

Moreover, the reasons given for demanding funding were utterly absurd.

She actually said she would trace the whereabouts of the stolen goods.

It's absolutely ridiculous.

Those supplies were clearly destroyed in the explosion, so where could they have ended up? What exactly are you trying to investigate?
All this parasite in this organization does is ask for funding. Can I give it to you?

If you take more, I'll take less.

Vermouth was equally dissatisfied.

You ate so much food that your mouth was greasy, and you didn't leave me a single bite?

We agreed to be parasites in the organization together, so why do you expect me to be honest and upright? I even helped you break Cohen's leg, so what's wrong with sharing some of it with me?
"Just tell me, are you going to give it to me or not?" Vermouth asked.

“It’s impossible to give it to him,” Zheng Yi said.

Vermouth scoffed, "With such significant losses during your tenure, do you think the boss can still trust you?"

Even the boss is afraid that you'll ruin the entire organization.

Zheng Yi said nonchalantly, "The organization is huge and powerful, what's a little loss? Back then, Gin's armed helicopters were just thrown away without a second thought. Did the boss care?"

Vermouth's lips twitched.

How can you be compared to Gin?

Vermouth didn't bother arguing with Zheng Yi and simply said, "I'll give you a kickback."

"Ahem, how much do you want?" Zheng Yi asked.

Vermouth was won over by Shoichi's decisiveness.

That's a really fast change of expression!

"Ten million yen?" Vermouth tentatively offered.

Zheng Yi frowned.

This amount of money isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap; I'm too lazy to get this stamp.

"Alright," Zheng Yi said, "I'll approve ten million for you, but I have conditions."

"What conditions?"

“If Gin asks, just say you applied for a billion,” Zhengyi said.

Vermouth's expression froze.

Zheng Yi is still ruthless.

She just wanted some pocket money, but Zheng Yi's greed was far greater.

"No."

Vermouth shook her head and said, "Ten million is not enough to carry the burden of a billion."

Zheng Yi looked at Vermouth with dissatisfaction.

This woman is too greedy. She wasn't satisfied with ten million; she actually wanted one hundred million.

“Okay, then tell everyone it’s 1.1 billion yen,” Zheng Yi said without even blinking.

Vermouth nodded, but still felt she had been cheated.

He only received 100 million, but he had to take the blame for 1.1 billion. He felt very unbalanced and hated his boss for being blind and not letting him temporarily take charge of Japanese affairs, but instead handing it over to this parasite, Masakazu.

"I'll give you the slip; you can go and collect the money yourself."

Zheng Yi didn't hesitate and immediately wrote a note for Vermouth, telling her to go and collect the money.

Vermouth, having received the note, immediately felt better and temporarily stopped worrying that Seiichi had received more than her.

She might even hope to stay in that position longer, as it would be much easier for her to ask for money.

Unlike Gin, that miser, who's stingy when it comes to allocating funds.

Zheng Yi was also very happy; his happiness was ten times that of Vermouth.

The severance package that Gin offered to Miyano Akemi and Ai was only one billion yen.

So, with just one approval, he easily made money off a pair of sisters.

Today is indeed a happy day.

Zheng Yi sat in his office for a while, then called Tequila over.

"You know about the warehouse explosion yesterday, right?" Zheng Yi sat in his chair, his anger radiating without a hint of authority.

Tequila, unaware of his thoughts, could only guess and said hesitantly, "I understand."

Zheng Yi glanced at him.

Tequila asked softly, "Do you want me to investigate the cause of the explosion?"

He himself deeply hated explosions.

Back then, he was making a deal with a game company when he was caught in an explosion and almost died, which resulted in him being wrapped in bandages all over his body for a long time.

"Investigate what! Answer me, what do you want to investigate! It was just a normal accident, what's there to investigate!"

Zheng Yi angrily slammed his fist on the table.

The agave was immediately too frightened to utter a sound.

It seems there's more to this explosion than meets the eye.

He changed his tune, saying, "Yes, that's right, it was just an accident. Those guys guarding the warehouse were too careless. Because of their negligence, the organization suffered such a huge loss. I suggest they be thoroughly investigated!"

In a way, he should be grateful for the explosion that almost killed him.

If it weren't for that explosion, he wouldn't have been directly defeated and would still be fighting and killing for Gin.

It's not that fighting and killing is bad, but sharing a hospital room with Chianti and the others is.

Simply following Mr. Shoichi, sitting in an office, and contributing to Japan's news industry would be a much broader and more fulfilling endeavor.

Zheng Yi shook his head and said, "Those guards of the warehouse, although they also made mistakes, will not be held accountable for their past merits."

Agave nodded repeatedly.

They said things like "Lord Coindus is so kind," "It's a blessing for the organization to have you," and "I'd like to be your little brother again in my next life"—all very sincere words.

"I'm giving you a task: clean up the scene so the police can't find out what was originally hidden there," Zheng Yi said.

"Yes!"

Agave is in season.

He understood perfectly.

Whether we can keep it from the police is a minor matter; what matters is whether we can keep it from the organization's investigation. We can't leave any evidence against us.

"You can entrust the task to me without any problems!" Tequila assured Zheng Yi, patting his chest.

Zheng Yi also trusts him very much.

"I've approved a grant of 20 million yen for you. Go and collect the 2 million yen in funding."

"Huh? Uh, yes." Tequila quickly realized.

After sending Tequila away, Zhengyi called Bourbon over.

"I'll approve 20 million for your operation."

"Huh?" Bourbon looked completely bewildered.

He thought Zheng Yi had called him over to talk about something like being an undercover agent or infiltrating, so he secretly tucked a gun into his waistband when he came.

But who knew that as soon as he arrived, Zheng Yi would give him money without saying a word.

"What do you want me to do?" Bourbon asked warily.

He had heard that Cohen and Chianti were both injured while carrying out Zhengyi's orders and were currently recuperating in the organization's sanatorium.

"You decide what to do," Zheng Yi said.

Bourbon looked at Zheng Yi, puzzled.

If you don't say anything, how am I supposed to figure it out?
“I want a kickback of nineteen million,” Zheng Yi said. “Oh.”

Now Bourbon understood.

Zheng Yi knew he wouldn't be in this position for long, so he frantically amassed wealth.

“No problem.” Bourbon nodded.

It's a good thing that the organization's assets are lost, not to mention he can get a million.

Masayu nodded, then called Okiya Subaru over and threw him a document he couldn't understand.

Then Shuichi Akai was told that this was a research result and that he needed to apply for 200 million yen in research funding, most of which would be taken as kickbacks by Shoichi.

Zheng Yi was very happy as he counted how much money he had earned.

These undercover agents and parasites of the organization should unite and work together to grow stronger and create new glories.

Shuichi Akai glanced at Masakazu silently and decided to obey. There was no need to refuse something that would sabotage the organization.

……

Inside the villa, the central air conditioning maintains the room temperature at 24 degrees Celsius, which is the most comfortable temperature for the human body.

Zheng Yi pushed open the door, a smile of undisguised satisfaction on his face.

He casually tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa, sank into the soft cushions, and let out a long sigh.

In the living room, Hongye was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of freshly brewed black tea, reading a magazine with Xiao Ai.

Ai placed the magazine on her lap, looking very interested.

This time there were no fashionable handbags, but Momiji used a Harley-Davidson motorcycle to completely captivate Ai Haibara.

Hongye, considering Ai's short legs, even promised to build a motorcycle suitable for a child's size, and let Ai choose a model first.

"In a good mood?" Hongye gently blew on the steam rising from the tea and looked at Zhengyi.

"It's not just happy, it's incredibly rewarding." Zheng Yi crossed his legs, leaned back, and looked smug.

Ai yawned and tugged at Koyo's hand to stop her from asking any more questions, lest Masakazu become smug again.

But even if they don't know how, Zheng Yi will still show off.

"I have great news to tell you all. I made a fortune today."

Ai ignored him and continued looking at the magazine, selecting car models.

What he meant by making a fortune was nothing more than acquiring another company through illegitimate means, or stealing a certain amount of assets from the organization.

have nothing to say.

Hongye took a sip of tea, pretending not to care, and looked at the magazine with Xiao Ai.

Even though he was ignored, Zheng Yi wasn't angry. As if he hadn't realized he was being ostracized, Zheng Yi naturally moved closer.

He waved his hand and deliberately lowered his voice: "I made a fortune today by marrying a pair of twin sisters."

"Twin sisters?" Hongye finally raised her head, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, which quickly turned into wariness.

"What kind of mess are you making up now?"

"How can you call it a jumbled mess? They're a pair of twin sisters!" Zheng Yi said with satisfaction.

"You would never understand this kind of happiness."

The air suddenly fell silent for three seconds.

Ai silently picked up the pillow beside her and accurately threw it at Shoichi's face.

"abnormal."

Ai's eyes were filled with disdain.

"Your cerebral cortex must be as smooth as a mirror. Sisters, my foot! I think you've run into two ghosts."

After all, with your appearance, no carbon-based life form would be interested in you.

Zheng Yi touched his face.

He was quite satisfied with his appearance.

“Ai, you have a serious problem with your taste. Many women get so excited when they see me that they tremble,” Zheng Yi said.

Xiao Ai gave a cold laugh.

Can you stop shaking?
Most of the women you come into contact with are capitalists. You kill capitalists like you kill chickens. How can they not tremble with fear when they see you?
Before Ai could even utter a sarcastic remark, Masakazu preemptively admitted it, silencing her.

"Okay, okay, you're right."

"I've gotten a pair of female ghost sisters instead."

Zheng Yi spread his hands, looking at the two of them helplessly.

Hongye, still bothered by the sisters Zhengyi had mentioned, asked, "Where are those two women?"

Ai also looked at Shoichi with a blank expression.

Masakazu winked at Ai.

Ai Haibara politely declined Shoichi's attempts to act cute, saying, "Don't try to fool me."

Zheng Yi remained silent, only winking at her.

“Since you’ve provoked female ghosts, I’ll hire the best exorcists to help them all pass on,” Hongye said.

"There's no need for an exorcist," Zheng Yi said softly.

Ai said coldly, "What? You still can't bear to part with it?"

Zheng Yi continued to wink at her.

Seeing Zheng Yi's stubbornness, Hong Ye asked Xiao Ai, "Where is Zheng Yi most likely hiding those two female ghosts?"

Ai crossed her arms over her chest.

Anyway, it's highly unlikely that an organization would exist; Gin would absolutely not tolerate Shoichi raising ghosts inside.

“The most likely culprit is his entertainment company,” Ai said.

That's where the most beautiful women are.

I wonder if that idol named Yoko Okino has any older or younger sisters.

“We can all guess that he might be hiding somewhere else,” Hongye said coldly.
"Didn't he recently acquire a funeral company? Maybe he's hiding in there. It would be quite fitting for a female ghost to hide there."

Seeing the two of them discussing seriously, Zhengyi whispered:

"Couldn't you just hide it at home?"

"You're still planning to hide in the house?" Hongye and Xiao Ai both looked at Zhengyi.

He nestled back onto the sofa, picked up the black tea from the coffee table, and took a sip.

"I made a billion today."

Before Ai could sense anything amiss, Koyo said to him, "We're talking about the pair of female ghost sisters you picked up, stop talking about how much money you've made."

Ai nodded in agreement.

“This billion yen was earned from within the organization,” Zheng Yi continued.

At this point, Ai still didn't sense anything strange.

You moved so much stuff from the organization yesterday, but you didn't show it off to us. You only made a billion today, what's there to brag about?

The red leaves quieted down.

That organization is a little secret between Shoichi and Ai; neither of them tells her about it.

Shoichi sighed and said, "You know, back then, someone robbed a bank to get 1 billion yen so that he and his sister could leave the organization."

"And I earned that one billion yen in just one day."

Hongye finally realized what was going on and said, "So, you only made a billion yen?"

She breathed a sigh of relief.

So they made money, huh? The "sisters" thing is just a unit of measurement.

She gave Zheng Yi a reproachful look.

He didn't speak properly and used units of measurement incorrectly, making her worry for nothing.

"Ai..." When Momiji finished preparing for this matter and continued to discuss motorcycles with Ai, she was surprised to see Ai angrily grab a nearby pillow and smash it hard at Masakazu.

You're the female ghost! (End of Chapter)