Conan's Helping People

Chapter 342 Wang

It's cloudy and light snow.

Yuta Michigan swiped his room card and stepped into the house.

He pulled his tie and relaxed it a little before subconsciously taking a look at the time: three o'clock in the afternoon.

Oh, it turned out to be three o'clock in the afternoon, and his wife was still at the wife's party. The children had not yet finished school, so no wonder the house was empty.

Thinking of this, he let out a heavy breath and involuntarily touched the back of his head while changing his shoes.

The back of his head hurts a little.

Why is it a bit painful? It's just a story of thrilling and fearlessness. As soon as you recall this story, Yuta Michigan will remember one night. As soon as he happily relaxed with his little lover, he turned his head and was hit by the gun.

It was just a little bit short, only a little bit! He was shot directly by the cold and ruthless man in silver long hair and died on the spot.

Fortunately, he slid to kneel fast enough.

Fortunately, the man in black did not come to deal with him, but had ideas about a house under his name.

A house that has no life is important, it is just a house worth 700 million yen.

That's it.

Yuta Michigan didn't feel heartbroken at all.

He pulled his tie again, feeling irritable and heartbroken, so he simply pulled it off, then threw it on the floor, then stepped on the slippers to the kitchen, pouring a cup of warm water for himself to suppress his shock.

What happened that day was just memories. Yuta Michigan felt that his frightened value was soaring. Even if he encountered it again, he felt that he would definitely be weak on the spot and slid into his knees.

Anyway, if you can exchange money for your life, almost 99% of people will definitely choose to exchange it as long as you can afford it.

There is one more thing.

After drinking a glass of warm water, Yuta Michigan burped. He couldn't help but smile drunk, and a proud look appeared on his face.

He saw a road to heaven. As long as he stepped on it, he could instantly squeeze into the road to heaven.

The road to heaven is called "Tokyo Factory Regularity Plan".

With the rapid development of Tokyo, many people have lived a better life, but many people are also jumping off buildings when they go bankrupt.

For example, some backward factories that produce backward things.

It’s nothing if a factory goes bankrupt, and it’s nothing if a bankrupt person jumps off a building. This is Tokyo, who cares about them? Tokyo’s suicide rate has always been the peak!

The problem is that after Tokyo's rapid development, this already small city became even more crowded, and those useless wastes still occupy space.

The superiors decided to clean up these used factories and other buildings that occupy space, and were also looking for someone to cooperate to complete the action.

Not long after hearing the rumor, Yuta Michigan gritted his teeth and bought several used factories. Today, he had installed his grandson on the table for several hours and finally got the chance to give it a try!

The boss at the dinner table pointed to a factory and asked him to deal with that factory first. If his handling method is good, he can join the plan, get a share of the pie, and get to know the new boss.

Thinking about my success and having fun and laughing with those big guys at the banquet, Yuta Michigan couldn't help but feel dizzy.

It’s nothing to lose a house, but his good days are still there!

He laughed a few times and took a few more sips of water.

Suddenly, his light glanced at a black shadow flashing from the coming window, so he subconsciously turned to look.

The black shadow did not flash, but swung from top to bottom and came straight towards him.

Before Yuta Michii completely turned around and looked over, the black shadow hit him on the side face and ruthlessly slammed him hard

Yuta Michigan was kicked to the ground, and his eyes went dark and he fainted.

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There was a buzzing sound in his ears. Yu Michigan opened his eyes too hard and saw the floor in front of him, the lower half of the table and the sofa, and the dark space at the bottom of the sofa.

In addition, there was a man sitting on the sofa, facing him. From the perspective of Michigan Yuta, he could only see the other person's half of his legs wearing black pants and the sneakers.

He reacted for a moment, then he reacted slowly, and his eyes gradually became clearer, no longer the low-quality picture state with a little dim and hoarseness, with dark spots.

At the same time, feeling and touch are online.

He could feel half of his face pressing against the carpet, which was already wet and smelled the heavy smell of rust that was close to him.

It was his blood. He didn't know how long he had been lying in front of the sofa in the living room. The blood that flowed out soaked the carpet, so he felt the carpet under his face was wet and smelled the strong smell of rust.

And the one who caused all this was the owner of the sneakers.

The other party was falling from the second floor while he was drinking water, kicked him out directly, dragged him to the living room, and quietly waited for him to wake up.

This guy...

The pair of sneakers in the field of vision were white, but the pants were black. As I looked at it, Yuta Michigan remembered the man in black dressed in black some time ago.

Last time, the guy in black targeted his house. This time, this guy's target was not necessarily those external objects, but his life!

Yuta Michigan quickly closed his eyes and pretended that he was not awake and was still sleeping.

More than ten seconds later, he heard a very light sound of a book turning pages, followed by the sound of the spine falling on the table.

Then he heard an extremely young male voice, "You're awake, Mr. Mitsui."

Yuta Michigan: "..."

He closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to control his trembling instinctive reaction, and at the same time he was a little confused: Who is Mitsui?

Did this extra young gentleman find the wrong person? Or was he lying to open his eyes?

He subconsciously forgot to breathe, and then he felt a slight suffocation before he took a quick breath as lightly as possible, and continued to pretend that he was not awake.

The room was a little quiet.

About ten seconds later, Yuta Michigan heard the other party say to himself, "Ah, I'm pretending not to wake up."

he:"!"

He heard the other party stand up, walked towards him, squatted down in front of him, and carefully observed his series of movements.

he:"!!"

"Mr. Sanhai, do you know that if you have not received special training, ordinary people are pretending to be asleep," the other party said slowly, "the eyes can move."

While the other party was talking, Yuta Michigan felt a chill and approached his eyes. The other party poked his eyes while talking.

he:"!!!"

Eyes, have your eyeballs moved?!

Yu Michichi was too crazy to recall whether he had just moved his eyes, but he was too nervous just now and didn't remember this little thing at all!

He opened his eyes desperately, begging for a skillful smile, "First, sir... uh?"

Halfway through his pleasing, he spoke out in shock.

The reason is nothing else, of course it is because of the person in front of him who threatens him.

The other party no longer sat on the sofa, but squatted in front of him. He saw more things. He saw the other party's black clothes on his upper body, the other party's hand stretched in the air, wearing gloves, and the other party's baseball hat.

And the face under the hat.

Compared with the dark baseball cap, the face is so pale. It is a pale face that only people who have been sick for a long time or those who have just recovered from serious illnesses have, and is several degrees whiter than normal people's skin.

His mouth was pale, too.

However, those eyes were not pale at all.

Those eyes were dull and green, particularly rich, and their eyelashes were pitch black. They easily outlined the eyes into the most distinctive presence on the face.

Without even looking at the other person's appearance, Yuta Michigan subconsciously looked at the other person directly.

After looking at each other for a while, he became desperate after realizing it.

Appearance.

This guy looks like hell!!!

What does this mean? This is that you don’t need to cover your face at all. You plan to silence your mouth directly afterwards, so it doesn’t matter if you let him look at his face!

Yuta Michichi's eyes turned dark and almost snatched over on the spot.

"Three..." The other party paused suspiciously before he said slowly, "Hello, Mr. Holder of the 'Deep Well Factory'."

Yuta Michigan said tremblingly: "Hello, you."

He was reminded by the other party's excessively young voice, so he subconsciously looked at the other party's appearance, and couldn't help but lit up his eyes.

This is a guy who will definitely attract attention in school. If a girl has a little bit of beauty, she will not help but look at this guy frequently.

As for why it is in the school...

This guy is too young, so young that he can be described as young. His face and jaw lines are still a little gentle, not as sharp as the man in silver and black some time ago.

The other party asked politely: "Can you be friends with me?"

Yuta Michigan: “…?”

He was confused for a moment and couldn't help but slowly raise the question mark.

What, what?

"This is a bit troublesome, but there is no way," he found that he was confused and explained thoughtfully, "This is a peaceful world. If you deal with you directly, the factory will not belong to me, but to your wife and children."

"So I can only trouble you who are alive to transfer it to me."

Yuta Michigan: "..."

Somewhat familiar.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the guy in front of him for the third time, and this time he deliberately ignored his eyes.

Then I found the point: it looks familiar, especially familiar.

Why do it look familiar?

Because the apartment that Yuta Michigan gave away some time ago was in the name of the young man in front of him.

The other party is called Hinata Reason.

In that apartment, Yuta Michigan followed the orders of the man in silver-haired and black, and was a ruthless signing and stamping tool throughout the whole process. He didn't ask anything or remember anything.

Only a few days ago, he felt that the limelight had passed a little, so he checked the information about the apartment. Without too much investigation, he just took a light query of the registration information.

Then it was discovered that the apartment holder was ‘Hyuga reasonable’.

Hinata is quite famous, especially in the past year, plus that apartment, so Yumichi is very impressed by it.

The photo is too different from the real person. The green eyes are in a freeze state and the activity state are too different. It is almost two people. Yuta Michigan has been lying obediently on the ground. The perspective of looking at people is a bit wrong, and he has only recognized it now.

He was silent for a moment before he struggled to load the language function, "Factory? Factory!"

"I, I'm willing to transfer the factory to you!"

"I'm very skilled in the transfer procedures!" he shouted, "I can take the fast track and I can finish it in one or two days!!!"

Hinata Yori took action, he stared at the embarrassed gentleman and asked, "Is that true?"

He is wearing gloves and can actually do it.

Originally, Hinata Hinata was already a little impatient with the simplest land occupation. As long as the gentleman was a little dissatisfied with his wishes, he wouldn't mind adding another mission target.

"Yes, yes!" Yuta Michigan raised his head and nodded in a hurry.

He didn't care about the blood that was thrown out of his head and the sudden dizziness, and hurriedly said: "I have helped Mr. Gin handle the transfer of the apartment before, and I have experience!!!"

"Huh," Hinata Riki was confused for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Is it yours for the 700 million yen apartment?"

Yu Michichi nodded wildly, then stopped quickly and began to shake his head wildly, "No, no, it's yours!"

He remembered his identity again and immediately said, "Sir, I am also a member of the organization, sir!"

"I just joined the organization some time ago!"

"It was the organization that Mr. Gin allowed me to join, sir!"

I am also a member of the organization, don’t kill me, sir!!!

Hinata Riki: "…"

He frowned and subtly disliked him, "Are you a member of the organization?"

The member of the organization is so cheap that he can't wait to ask for help, and he is actually a member of the organization. He doesn't want to do it any more.

Then I focused on other points, "Gin brought you into the organization?"

He said thoughtfully: "So, Gin is very close to you?"

Gin never mentioned this to him.

And if this is the case, he wants a factory here, and this guy over there will tell Gin?

Isn't that surprise not surprising at all?

Hinata Yori-sama moved his fingers, and he thoughtfully turned his eyes on the embarrassed and cheap member of the organization.

Should I just deal with it?

Then look back at who inherited the factory and look for the other party directly?

"No, no, no, no!" Yuta Michigan said urgently again. He noticed something keenly, "I'm not familiar with you! I'm a villain, and I joined the organization to survive!"

"Mr. Gin and I only have that apartment. I have seen him once. He didn't treat me as a human being, but as a pug!!!"

Hinata Reasonable: "?"

He didn't understand and was shocked.

"I will never tell Mr. Gin, saying that you have come to me and asked me for a factory!" Yuta Michigan showed a pleasant smile, "You can also treat me as a pug. My existence is to contribute property to the organization! What do you like, please say it directly!"

Even if it is an apartment worth 700 million yen.

Even if it is a factory that can reach the top in one step as long as it is well demolished.

...even if you are a dog.

He can survive humiliatingly!

He shouted flatteringly, "Wang!"

(End of this chapter)