"Let me introduce you. This is Sirruov Chinnikov, First Secretary of the Russian Embassy."
With a smile, Shiro Suzuki pointed to a burly man in a suit in the room.
"Please give me your guidance, Mr. Yuzuru."
Russian Ambassador Siryuv Chinnikov bowed slightly to Kusunoki Hanyu as a sign of respect.
Clearly, they had learned something from their own intelligence agency and dared not underestimate Yuzuru Hanyu in the slightest.
"Hello."
Yuzuru nodded politely in response, his expression calm, and he did not show much concern.
More than anything, I was thinking that the ambassador's physique looked exactly like that vodka guy's.
Does Gin really not consider investigating the true identity of his underlings?
The day the lists of spies from various countries were published, it was suddenly discovered that the distillery did not actually exist.
“This gentleman next door is the art dealer I found, Mr. Kanjō Ichi,” Suzuki Shirō continued.
An elderly man with a distinctly businessman's air stood up from the sofa, a professional smile on his face.
"The other person is Mr. Ryu Hanchuan, a freelance filmmaker who volunteered to photograph the treasure."
Shiro Suzuki pointed to a young man leaning against a sofa.
Please give me your guidance!
Han Chuanlong sat crookedly, not even standing up, and pointed the camera in his hand at Kazuha and the other girls who were whispering to each other.
His nonchalant attitude is somewhat off-putting.
The next moment, an open folding fan blocked the view in front of the camera.
The fiery red fan ribs, resembling burning flames, contrast sharply with the pure white fan surface.
The combination of red and white creates a striking visual impact that is immediately pleasing to the eye.
Several flames, seemingly about to burst forth, are painted on the fan's surface, dancing and swaying as if they possess life, appearing exceptionally eerie.
It seems that it could break free from the fan's constraints at any moment and set the whole world ablaze.
"Don't point the camera at people indiscriminately, or you might end up doing the same thing yourself one day."
Yuzuru Hanyu, holding a folding fan, spoke calmly.
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority that made it impossible to ignore.
All eyes turned to them.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Han Chuanlong reluctantly put down the camera, muttering under his breath, "What a spoilsport..."
Yuzuru snapped his folding fan shut, too lazy to say anything more to a dead man.
At this moment, Gan Jiang, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Mr. Yuzuru, right? The folding fan in your hand seems to be quite unique!"
Upon hearing this, the others also looked at the folding fan in Yu Sheng Nan's hand. They had just thought the folding fan was quite nice, but they hadn't noticed anything special about it.
However, since Gan Jiangyi, an art dealer, said so, this folding fan must have something unique about it.
After all, the judgment of professionals is still trustworthy.
"Ha, a little trinket, not worth mentioning."
Yuzuru gently turned the folding fan in his hand, and the flame-shaped pendant at the end of the fan swayed with the movement, making a soft sound.
I just upgraded the item last night, and I haven't even tried it out yet.
Seeing that he had no intention of explaining, everyone had no choice but to look away.
Although doubts remained, it was not appropriate to press further.
Shiro Suzuki chuckled and pointed to the last person in the room, continuing, "This last one is Pu Siqinglan, a researcher of the Russian Romanov dynasty."
Hello everyone!
With short, dark gray hair and wearing a light blue cheongsam, the tall and slender Pu Siqinglan stood up and greeted everyone with a gentle demeanor.
Yu Sheng Nan paid more attention to her excessively long and beautiful legs.
No wonder he became a world-renowned assassin.
If this gets caught in someone's body, they'll be risking their life!
Yuzuru was pondering to himself, but his face remained expressionless, and he maintained a polite smile.
Pu Siqinglan seemed to notice his gaze, her eyes flickered slightly, but she quickly returned to normal and continued to chat with the others.
"By the way, what is their assessment of the... value of this egg?"
Kogoro Mouri scratched his head; he had forgotten what the egg was called.
"Eight hundred million yuan."
Gan Jiang spoke first.
"What! Eight hundred million?!"
Everyone except Hanyu Nana and Sonoko was astonished by this value.
Gan Jiang turned to look at Suzuki Shiro, whose expression remained unchanged, and said eagerly, "If you're willing to sell, I can add a little more."
"Chairman Suzuki, this is a precious Russian artifact!" Sirius immediately exclaimed, his expression filled with excitement. "How can we sell it to such a blind and unscrupulous businessman!"
As Russia's ambassador, he felt it was his responsibility to protect his country's cultural relics and could not bear to see them scattered abroad.
"You're saying I have no taste?"
Seeing that his plan to buy the Egg of Memories was about to be ruined, Gan Jiangyi became anxious, his voice rose eight octaves, and the veins on his neck bulged.
The two started arguing loudly, neither willing to back down.
"Yay! Yay!"
Han Chuanlong, holding a camera, fanned the flames, eager for a good show, saying, "Filming people is much more interesting than filming things."
As he spoke, he stood up from the sofa, turned the camera towards the silent Pu Siqinglan, and said with ill intent, "You look like it's none of your business. Logically speaking, as a researcher of the Romanov dynasty, you should be more eager to obtain it than anyone else, right?"
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