Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

He had already planned how to show off the castle to Gin, and how he could use it as a base after becoming the boss, but the dream was shattered before it even began.

"Forget it, Brother Chu Ming, let's go. I already know who the murderer of these dozen or so lives is. Professor Agasa and I saw a skeleton in the secret room. Her teeth had all fallen out, and her calves were very thin. It should be the First Madam. And there was a maid who went missing after the fire. I think she must have had plastic surgery to look like the First Madam and stole the treasure."

Chu Ming's eyes had lost their luster, and he exuded a dejected aura: "I know, I found out during dinner. Generally, as people get older, their muscles atrophy and their cell activity decreases. As muscle cells decrease, people's weight also becomes lighter. But that old lady, although she was sitting in a wheelchair and her face was full of wrinkles, when she pushed the wheelchair, the muscles in her hands were clearly not the curvature that an elderly person should have."

"Brother Chu Ming knows so much about these things. Aren't you a computer science student?" Conan's old habit resurfaced, and he wanted to get to the bottom of things again.

"You're still a high school student, yet you can still fly planes, play soccer, and destroy satellites."

"Uh, Brother Chu Ming, how did you know I could fly a plane? There was no one else around when my dad was teaching me in Hawaii. And how could a normal person possibly blow up a satellite while kicking a soccer ball?! Brother Chu Ming, you're exaggerating!"

Really? But you're not a normal person—

Chu Ming turned his head and glanced at Conan, who was muttering behind him, and revealed a cryptic smile.

You are the founder of the science of Ke Xue!

Chapter 135 My older brother took me to see a movie?

After working so hard as a driver, I didn't get any positive energy from this trip and only ended up with nothing but disappointment.

Chu Ming felt he had been deceived.

As if things weren't going to go away on a silver platter, Gin sent him a message asking him to come out. He had originally planned to go back and eat something to ease his grief, but Gin sent him a message asking him to come out.

After changing his clothes and disguising himself, Chu Ming found Gin lighting a cigarette with his head down next to the advertising board on Mihua Cinema Street.

"Big brother? What mission requires us to meet here? Are you treating me to a movie?"

"Ah."

? ? ? ?

Chu Ming instantly became alert, reaching for his gun at his waist, but stopped when he saw the hurried pedestrians around him, their eyes filled with vigilance as they stared at Gin.

"If you're not my older brother, then who are you? My older brother wouldn't invite me to the movies; he's not that bored! Look at the sleazy way you smoke, you're nothing like my older brother!"

Imagine reaching out to pinch the face of the person in front of you: "Hmph, let me see your true colors, you scoundrel!"

Chu Ming reached out halfway before Gin grabbed his hand, but his fingers stubbornly continued to open and close, trying to pinch him.

Whether it's true or not, this excuse makes it perfectly reasonable to punish Gin, and we absolutely cannot let him get away with it.

Gin casually tossed Chu Ming's arm aside, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he bit down on a cigarette: "How about we go to the training ground for a checkup?"

Chu Ming, who was still itching to make a move, was silenced by this casual remark. He put his hands behind his back, took a few steps back with a serious expression, and then slowly walked back, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Big brother? What mission requires us to meet here? Are you treating me to a movie?"

Gin glanced at him, but ultimately his focus on the mission prevailed, and he decided to put the matter aside for the time being: "According to intelligence, there's a real estate agent on this street who somehow managed to find the outer members in charge of this area and plans to trade his illicit properties to the organization..."

"Uh, a deal at the movie theater? Anyone can be sent, why does Big Brother have to go?" After thinking for a moment, Chu Ming seemed to suddenly realize something, his face beaming with excitement at having caught someone red-handed. "Big Brother, you're trying to slack off!!!"

Gin, unable to bear it any longer, kicked him. Chu Ming knew he was going to get beaten up as soon as he finished speaking, so he jumped back and forth to avoid the kick.

"Brother, don't be angry, I understand! I'll cover for you. If the boss asks, I'll say I really wanted to see a movie, that's why I asked you to bring me! You're definitely not the mastermind!"

Chu Ming, with a knowing look on his face, continued to fan the flames: "But the price—look, big brother, now that we have a shared secret, from now on, this kind of violence will be... you know what I mean."

Gin finished his cigarette and stubbed it out: "Are you done?"

"No, brother, if you want to hear more, I can say more... No, no, I'm done, I'm done. Why are you getting so angry, brother?"

Chu Ming lunged forward and grabbed Gin's hand as he was about to draw his gun: "Big brother is still on the street, this is not a good look. We're on a mission, right? I'll shut up, big brother, you can continue."

Gin sneered, and using the bulletin board as cover, reached out and grabbed Chu Ming by the neck: "Granbury, do you really think I won't kill you?"

Sensing that Gin, though filled with murderous intent, harbored no real killing intent, Chu Ming, even though he was a little out of breath, still nodded bravely: "Yes."

Gin released his grip: "Good to know. Next time—what did you say?"

Seeing that Gin was truly intent on killing him this time, Chu Ming coughed twice, rolled his eyes, and decided to play dead in the street.

Gin felt a throbbing pain in his head, and sent an email: "I've sent you the task. I need to see the report tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned and left without pausing at all.

Chu Ming was almost collapsing when he saw Gin about to leave. He used his waist strength to regain his balance and leaped after Gin into his car: "Hey, am I going to ride alone? No, wait a minute, bro..."

Sigh, I'll just go tease Bourbon next time. This guy is too easy to tease; he'll threaten to hit or kill me after just a few words.

Chu Ming, who was kicked off the car again, ignored the strange looks from the pedestrians around him, remained in the position where he was kicked, lay on the ground looking at the clouds in the sky, and uttered the above sigh.

"Hey Bourbon~ What are you doing~ Sleeping? Wake up! Hey, we have a mission."

Alas, this endless task can only be comforted by his hardworking younger brother.

"Hey, Bourbon, you look so weak after just a few days? Went to the adult entertainment industry? Which place? I'll send someone to support you. Did you meet any rich women? Were they generous? Do you have their contact information? And also, you—"

Looking at Amuro Tooru, whose blond hair seemed to have lost its luster and whose dark skin couldn't hide his dark circles, Chu Ming asked a series of questions with concern.

Amuro Tooru tried to speak several times, but Chu Ming stopped him each time. Seeing that Amuro's words were becoming more and more outrageous, Chu Ming couldn't help but interrupt him.

"What mission?"

"Oh, is that so?" Chu Ming took out his phone, opened the email sent by Gin, and read it to Amuro Tooru word by word.

"The building manager on this street wants to trade some properties in the black market with the organization. The organization plans to make the deal first and then kill him. After all, these black market properties are usually converted into safe houses or secret bases, and no one else can know about them."

"I'll handle the transaction?" Amuro Tooru remained calm, but a hint of wariness crept in his heart. After all, he had previously expressed suspicion towards him, and now he was allowed to handle transactions at the organization's safe houses or secret bases? Was this really not a trap?

"You wish." Chu Ming shattered his guess without hesitation. "I'll definitely go for this kind of good thing. You take care of the second part and take him out."

"……I see."

Chu Ming shook his head: "He caused trouble at that movie theater over there today. It was a movie theater he was planning to take over through some means, but his methods were too crude. All he knew was how to cause trouble, which didn't fit the organization's aesthetics at all."

"Come on, big brother will take you to see a movie!" Chu Ming waved his hand, looking like a nouveau riche.

Amuro Tooru followed, speechless.

"Gomera? That's great, I want to see this!"

Chu Ming stood at the entrance of the movie theater, looking at the posters displayed there. He excitedly prepared to buy two tickets. He'd heard that the little elves in this movie weren't wearing clothes! He was going to see it!

"Do you think you're a child? Still looking at this? Didn't we come here on important business?" Amuro Tooru frowned and directly pulled Chu Ming away from the door.

"What? How can I not be a child? I'm still a baby who's over two hundred—uh, over three hundred months old!"

Relying on the fact that this face wasn't his own, Chu Ming spoke with an air of arrogance and self-importance, uttering words that were neither reasonable nor righteous.

Amuro Tooru dragged Chu Ming forward. At this moment, the real estate agent Zhang Tianzheng was already standing there waiting at the back of the cinema, with cigarette butts scattered everywhere.

Chu Ming nudged Amuro Tooru: "Go throw away his cigarettes, they're polluting the air."

"Why don't you go yourself?"

“I won’t take the cigarettes he’s smoked, they’re too dirty—you talk too much nonsense, this is the eldest brother’s order, go now.”

Is this what it feels like to be bossed around? It's so awesome!

Chapter 136 The look in someone's eyes when they want to kill them cannot be hidden.

Suppressing the urge to stab Chu Ming on the spot, Amuro Tooru amiably threatened Zhang Tianzhengji to throw away his cigarette.

Standing in a blind spot of the surveillance cameras, Chu Mingqing cleared his throat: "Ahem, Mr. Zhang Tian, ​​let me introduce myself. I am the head of the organization."

Sensing the shocked look in Amuro Tooru's eyes behind him, Chu Ming, fearing he might ruin things, pointed ahead: "Bourbon, go and keep watch nearby."

Bourbon did want to eavesdrop, but he knew that people like that usually didn't have many properties to trade, and he couldn't expose himself for such a small thing, so he obediently walked forward.

"Hello, hello, haha, what's your name, sir?" Zhang Tianzhengci bowed, his pointed face full of flattery.

"Stop with the empty talk. No matter how many properties you have that are hard to sell, our organization will take them all."

Zhang Tianzheng's eyes lit up: "R-Really? Sir, to be honest, don't let my incompetent appearance fool you, I actually have quite a few illegal properties—I don't know..."

"That's right, as long as it's confirmed to be usable and truly won't be detected, we'll take as many as we can."

"Alright, alright. None of our company's employees know about these properties; only I do. I brought the documents with me today, so please take a look."

Chu Ming took the stack of documents from his hand. The addresses and details of the houses, as well as the dates of their abandonment, were clearly marked. These were the properties that Zhang Tianzheng had acquired through unconventional means over the past twenty years, properties that could not be liquidated.

He couldn't find a market before, but this time he was really desperate. He couldn't pay his gambling debts, and the bank refused his loan. He ruined the movie theater's business, and it was about to be his. But now he didn't have enough funds to buy it, so he had to spend money to find a market for it.

Chu Ming nodded. The locations were all good. It's a pity he's a bit foolish; with the locations already marked, what value does he have in living?

"My lord, these properties are all top choices for undertaking some big projects." Zhang Tianzhengci's lewd face revealed a knowing look.

Chu Ming remained calm: "Name your price. As long as you keep your mouth shut, money is no problem."

Zhang Tianzheng's eyes lit up. He swallowed hard and stretched out his hand: "Ten billion, eighteen billion! All six properties are yours."

Chu Ming frowned, crossed his arms, and stared at Zhang Tianzhengci: "You have quite the appetite."

"Sir, there's a reason why these properties are expensive. Although they are all illegal properties, their advantage lies in their safety. Not only can outsiders not detect them, but I'm also certain that they have no heirs! Buying them carries absolutely no risk!"

"That's not even worth 1.8 billion. Are you dreaming? You could just rob me, but you insist on giving me several houses instead?"

"No, sir, can the price be negotiated further?"

Zhang Tianzheng also had his own ulterior motives. He knew that this kind of yakuza could easily crush him. If the price was inflated and he agreed without haggling, there was probably something wrong with him, and he was probably already planning to run away. But if he was willing to negotiate the price, it usually meant that he was genuinely interested in the deal.

"Give me a real price. I don't have that much time to waste on you." Chu Ming glanced at him sideways.

"Alright, one price, 1.5 billion! Don't worry, sir, I'll keep my mouth shut! I absolutely won't—"

"Five billion."