"Hehe...that's why I say I miss you."
The inner thoughts were just a fleeting moment, but Tang Ze continued to chat with the other party with a smile on his face:
"Your grandfather and I are friends who read mystery books. When we first met, he liked to greet me like this, but I always fought back. Later, I moved from Osaka to England to develop my career, and most of the time we communicated over the phone."
"Is that so?" The young man suddenly smiled and said, "I was wondering why I had never seen you, old man, nor had I heard Grandpa mention you. It seems that he suffered a setback at your hands and didn't want to talk about it."
"Just call me Onosaka."
Tang Ze chuckled and said, "Don't be so distant. I just heard about your grandfather's situation from other friends when I came back this time, and then I remembered what he asked me to do before, so I contacted you."
"So that's how it is. My name is Saigori Sohei. Mr. Onosaka, you can just call me Sohei." Saigori Sohei introduced himself and looked at Conan and smiled: "Is this child your grandson?"
"Well, he insisted on coming back to see us, so I brought him along." Tang Ze smiled and stroked Conan's head, saying, "Don't worry, he's very well behaved and won't cause any trouble."
"It's okay, it's okay. My room is a mess too."
Xijun Zongbing slapped his forehead and said, "I was so busy chatting that I just remembered we were downstairs. Come upstairs with me, both of you."
"Yeah, that's fine." Tang Ze nodded, and then chatted casually: "I heard that you run a model shop, and it seems that you are also a fan of military equipment.
I just wonder if you've inherited your grandfather's love of mystery and mysteries."
"Well, I've seen it too, but I don't particularly like it." Xijun Zongbing smiled and said, "Compared to these, I still like making models."
"Models, your hobby is truly one step ahead of the original." Tang Ze said jokingly, "You've turned your hobby into a job."
"Haha, I like this line of work and can make money, which is what I want." Xijun Zongbing said with a smile: "Grandpa was very supportive when he knew about it."
"It's indeed his style." Tang Ze agreed with a smile.
When the deceased Xijun store manager was mentioned, Xijun Zongbing seemed to open up and start talking about his grandfather.
Tang Ze just echoed the other party, repeating what the other party said from time to time, and then Xijun Zongbing began to talk incessantly as if he had met a soulmate.
'It's really useful! Where did he learn all this weird knowledge?'
Looking at the two people chatting enthusiastically, Conan complained madly in his heart, and his face felt swollen: "Is this really scientific? It doesn't feel scientific at all..."
Before, he thought that Tang Ze’s method was unreliable, but looking at the reality before him, Conan felt that it was truly a “magical realism” unfolding.
Although Xijun Zongbing did not notice anything, Conan, the bystander, saw everything clearly.
Just as Tang Ze had mentioned before, after knowing the former store manager's hobby, he took the initiative and then used the method mentioned before to create an atmosphere for pleasant conversation.
He now suspected that if Tang Ze were to become a liar, he would definitely be one of the best, with a very strong ability to adapt to changing circumstances.
He was clearly someone he had absolutely no connection with, but based on just a few words they had just met, he was able to get along so well with her that his identity was no longer a problem. He even kept trying to get more information about the "people he had a connection with"...
This trick is really amazing.
But Conan never imagined that these would become social skills that were prevalent on the Internet in later generations and would not count at all.
If you don't know what to say when you meet someone for the first time, you can try this method.
Of course, don't be too deliberate or too frequent. When looking for topics, be concise and extract topics that can be extended from the other person's words, so that the other person can talk endlessly.
certainly...
If you go on a blind date with a girl who won't speak unless you ask her, and who only responds with "hmm" after you find a topic to talk about, then enjoy the short but long awkwardness.
The few of them walked all the way up to the apartment. When Xijun Zongbing turned on the light in the room, the scene he saw made Conan's mouth twitch unconsciously.
It was not until this time that he understood what the other person meant by "the house is a mess."
All I can say is that this is truly a bachelor's room.
At the entrance, pink and blue slippers were placed in a mess, and there were even two garbage bags next to them.
The kitchen sink was also piled high with pots, pans, and beer bottles. Not only was the trash can next to it overflowing, but there were also some paper balls scattered on the floor.
But they were just there to look at the photos, so they just complained inwardly.
“It’s really hot…”
Xijun Zongbing found the remote control and turned on the air conditioner, then walked to the bookcase beside him: "I'll find the photo album for you... I remember it was on the top shelf..."
But after searching for a while, the soldiers of the West County clan were puzzled: "Strange, why can't I find it...
I clearly remember putting it here..."
After hearing what Xijun Zongbing said, Tang Ze and Conan looked at each other.
Then Conan's eyes fell on a puddle of water on the floor, and then he found a piece of wet toilet paper in the trash can.
"Stop looking, there's a thief in the house." Tang Ze patted Conan and signaled him to hand it over to him, then spoke directly to stop Xijun Zongbing from continuing to look for the photo.
"Eh? A thief broke in?" Xijun Zongbing lied in surprise after hearing Tang Ze's words: "How, how could it be... And how did you know that, Mr. Onosaka?"
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