Chapter 1838 1846 [Funeral Silver Coin] Ask for monthly ticket o(〃'▽'〃)o
Mitsuhiko Rokujo looked at Naoko Torimaru affectionately: "You don't want to continue this kind of life, being ordered around and exploited by that egomaniac, gradually wearing out your brilliance in the bad work day after day.
"If you come to our company, you can not only do your favorite job, but also be a model. I really don't want the world to forget your beauty as a model. You are still young, and you must not stop here."
"What are they talking about?" Mao Lilan tried to eavesdrop.
Jiang Xia observed the adult society and seemed to have learned something: "It seems like they are chasing people, but also like they are poaching people."
Suddenly he felt something and looked far to the other side.
A few seconds later, a burly figure walked down the stairs and joined the poaching scene in front.
The man was wearing a brand-name suit and a big gold watch, and when he smiled, he even showed two gold teeth. He stared at President Rokujo and said, "Rokujo? You're here to poach people again. I advise you to save your energy. Don't end up not finding a good candidate but losing yourself."
President Rokujo was overwhelmed by his strange aura of richness mixed with a few traces of gangsterism, and smiled awkwardly: "Haha, what do you mean by poaching? I just came over to say hello - isn't it normal for a beauty like Naoko to be pursued by someone?"
Izuka Jiro snorted, "You better be."
Jiang Xia looked at this person who suddenly appeared from afar: "?"
…with a pair of sunglasses, it looks more like vodka.
Who is this person? Could it be that the previously deceased Inozuka Taro really had a brother who looked like him?
Just as I was thinking about it, the assistant next to me introduced me kindly: "This is our president, Jiro Izuka, who is also a designer."...Although he doesn't look like someone who can design wedding dresses. "
Jiang Xia: "..." Jiro? Previously, he just thought that a family that named their son "Taro" would not have only one child, but he didn't expect it to be true. Now that Taro is dead, his younger brother has taken over his baton.
Jiang Xia touched his chin: "We are really destined to be together. I'll go take a photo when I have time. I hope I can take a photo of him alive this time."
…
Recruiting scene.
Jiro Izuka was too lazy to talk to President Rokujo. The front desk was still busy rehearsing the fashion show, and he didn't notice the people in the dim corridor on the other side, and hurriedly left with Naoko Torimaru.
President Rokujo also plans to leave.
But before he left, a beautiful blonde girl walked up the stairs and frowned at him: "Do you really want to bring that designer named Naoko to our company? I checked, that woman doesn't have any works at all, and the few pieces she occasionally has are ugly. What's wrong with your taste?"
"Oh, you don't understand." President Rokujo smiled mysteriously, "If it weren't for Naoko, a third-rate company like Botu would have gone bankrupt in a matter of seconds."
The two people walked over here while talking, and soon saw a group of high school students carrying luggage.
They obviously didn't take this group of students seriously. They just walked past them chatting and didn't even bother to take a second look.
Wait until they are far away.
Suzuki Sonoko breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that they don't mind being eavesdropped. Fortunately, it's okay."
Conan keenly noticed another key point: "Why can Miss Naoko affect the survival of the company?"
The assistant froze for a moment and smiled awkwardly: "This... maybe he just made it up. Maybe President Rokujo just wanted to pursue Naoko and have an office romance with her. In order to prevent his subordinates from objecting, he made up an irresistible reason to poach people - well, aren't you here to travel? Don't worry about those messy things and enjoy your life."
…
The assistant quickly took them to the guest room.
Jiang Xia pushed the door open and saw an elegantly decorated room. The furnishings in the room had a touch of the luxurious style of the last century, and there were tall potted plants in the corners. Looking out the window, there was a rich green, and the scenery was fresh and pleasant.
Jiang Xia looked down at the door lock and found that, like the room decoration, the doors here were also a common style in old buildings: they would not lock automatically after being closed, and a key was required whether one wanted to open or close the door.
"It seems that we don't have to worry about accidentally locking ourselves out." Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko were quite optimistic. "There shouldn't be any thieves in a manor that's reserved for private use. The accommodation environment is worthy of a five-star rating!"
…
Jiang Xia packed his luggage and went out again to meet up with a few classmates.
Regarding the next itinerary, he thought for a moment: "There are quite a few guests in the banquet hall, I think..."
Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan understood immediately: "Let's go and hand out business cards first, and then we can go play somewhere else together."
Conan: "..." Jiang Xia really is persistent in expanding his business wherever he goes. No wonder the number of cases around him is no less than before he became smaller - when it comes to detective work, Jiang Xia is really dedicated.
When a few people went down to the banquet hall.
The other side.
The rehearsal was during the intermission, and Takamori Masumi went to the venue but found there was nothing to do, so he had to go back to his room to put his luggage.
After entering the room and closing the door, she breathed a sigh of relief and enjoyed this rare time alone. At the same time, she was thinking about how to avoid contact with Jiang Xia in the future so as not to be discovered by the sharp detective.
However, at this moment, Takamori Masumi inadvertently lowered his head and found an envelope at his feet - it looked like it had been stuffed through the crack in the door before.
"What's this……"
Masumi Takamori picked up the envelope, took out the contents, and found that they were two photos.
When she saw the scene clearly, her hands shook violently and the photo fell to the ground.
——The photo clearly shows the body of her ex-boyfriend, and her disguised self dumping the body by the lake.
The next moment, the landline in the room suddenly rang.
Takamori Masumi suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the landline phone in fear. After a long time, she gritted her teeth and walked over to answer the phone.
A voice changed by a voice changer came from the receiver: "You have seen the photo, right?"
Takamori Masumi clenched his fists tightly: "Who are you?!"
"I'm the one who ripped open the corpse's eyes." The person on the other end of the phone laughed softly, "Surprising, right? Your ex-boyfriend died with his eyes open."
Takamori Masumi: "..." Abnormal! !
The man on the other side said calmly, "You can call me 'Funeral Silver Coin'."
……silver?
Masumi Takamori suddenly remembered the French currency that fell next to the corpse last night.
…
Meanwhile, in the hall.
The guests were walking around and chatting, while the waiters were busy setting up the banquet table.
And in the midst of a lively scene.
In a corner of the banquet hall, Inukai Yosuke, the vice president of Putuo Fashion Design Company, stared at a gift box that had been delivered at some point in time and frowned, "What is this?"
(End of this chapter)
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