Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 336 Anger and Uesugi Koshi (two in one, please subscribe!!!)

"Do high school students become detectives?" Master Yue nodded, "It's really amazing!"

"Yeah... Xinyi has always been busy... He often goes abroad to assist the police in solving cases... so he rarely comes back... I haven't seen him for a long time." Xiaolan said more and more Without confidence, he finally lowered his head, looking a bit frustrated.

"He's so busy!" Uncle Mao Li slapped the table hard, "I think that kid is probably in love abroad! Maybe he ran away with some rich woman! Rich old women abroad like him like that My little boy!"

"Father, how can you talk about Xinyi like that!" Xiaolan pushed Uncle Mao Li angrily, "Xinyi won't run away with other rich women like you said!"

"I said Xiaolan, why are you so obsessed with it?" Uncle Maori shook the bottle of shochu, "Except for my father and me, there are few men who can be trusted as detectives in this world! That man is called Kudo Shin One’s kid is like this, and so is the kid named Hattori Heiji in Osaka Prefecture... Hiccup~"

"Father! Why are you talking about Hattori again? The relationship between Hattori and Kazuya is obviously very good." Xiaolan argued, "If you talk about Shinichi like that again, I won't care about you. You can get drunk later. Then go home by yourself!"

Xiao Lan seemed to be really angry, crossing her arms and turning her head away.

"Xiao Lan..."

The elementary school student Edogawa-kun in the corner looked at Xiaolan with complicated eyes, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

Then he looked at Uncle Mao Li with speechless eyes, thinking that it would be hard for Xiaolan to have such a father in the booth.

"Stinky boy, what are you looking at!" Uncle Maori suddenly glared at Edogawa-kun, knocked a chestnut on the child's head, and poured all the resentment he received at Xiaolan on Edogawa-kun, "I Remember you are very familiar with that kid Kudo? Do you want to speak for that kid too?"

"Father!" Xiaolan hugged Edogawa-kun over, touched his head, and said angrily to Uncle Mao Li, "You know how to bully Conan!"

"Mr. Mao Li, calm down, don't be so angry." Master Yue put a bowl of sake in front of Uncle Mao Li, "I treat this bowl of wine as a treat for you, why are you so angry with children?"

Hearing that there was free wine to drink, Uncle Mao Li's sullen face instantly beamed with joy.

"To tell you the truth, I actually envy you, brother Maoli." Master Yue sighed while washing the dishes, "Xiaolan is very sensible, you have a wonderful daughter, every time I see this girl I couldn't help thinking, if only I had such a sensible daughter."

"Huh? Master Yue, don't you have a family?" Uncle Mao Li asked.

"Father, don't inquire about other people's private affairs!" Xiaolan reminded.

"Sorry, sorry, occupational disease." Uncle Mao Li scratched the back of his head with a smile, "Master Yue, you also know that we are detectives, and we can't help but ask when the words come to our lips."

"It doesn't matter, there's nothing to talk about." Master Yue laughed at himself, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether you have a family or not. I was born to be the life of a lonely ghost."

Although Master Yue's tone was relaxed and casual when he said these words, anyone can hear the unspeakable sadness contained in the old man's words. It is hard to imagine what the long years have left in the old man's life over the past few decades , will make him say such such sad words.

Master Yue was stirring the soup pot while talking, his vicissitudes of eyes stared at the swirling turbid soup with a very focused expression.

And Uncle Maori continued drinking while running nonsense with his mouth full.

Xiaolan looked at the ramen in the bowl, dazed in a daze, and suddenly returned to the scene of eating noodles in front of the stall where she and Kudo Shinichi sat side by side a long time ago, and she didn't know when Shinichi would come back to find herself.

Edogawa-kun, on the other hand, was casually eating noodles, while sneaking glances at Xiaolan cautiously from time to time, as if afraid of being discovered by the girl.

In the small trolley, the boss and the guests have their own unspeakable worries, and outside the shed is the endless rainstorm, as if hitting people's hearts.

A bright xenon lamp pierced the rain curtain of the night to illuminate this long alley. The black sports car sped across the flooded ground, splashing the water higher than a person. The sports car was like a swift beast in the night Crawling and rushing for food, I suddenly slammed on the brakes in front of the ramen stall. The sound of the tires scratching the ground was extremely harsh in the silent late night.

The black sports car finally parked slowly in front of the roof car booth, like a black panther silently approaching its prey.

Master Yue, who was stirring the soup pot, raised his head feelingly, and the strong wind at the right time lifted the curtain of the noodle stall... Through the heavy rain curtain and the waterfall-like water curtain on the window glass of the sports car, Master Yue and The people sitting in the car met their eyes.

An old man with silver hair was also sitting in the driver's seat of the sports car. He was wearing a custom-made black suit and a dark gray tie that was calm and full of connotations. With experience, temperament looks younger.

The old man’s high-end attire, elegant temperament and expensive black sports car under the seat all seem out of place with the environment of the roadside trolley. Such a person should look like an appointment at a Michelin-starred restaurant, or a high-end luxury conference. , instead of coming to such a windy and rainy roadside stall for supper.

The car door opened slowly, and the old man didn't mind stepping his shiny leather shoes into the muddy stagnant water. He opened a huge black umbrella to cover his head, and walked slowly towards Master Yue's ramen stall. Rainwater poured down the edge of the black umbrella like a waterfall.

Master Yue noticed the old man holding an umbrella, and the other diners in the booth were also attracted by the loud braking sound of the sports car just now, and looked back at the old man walking towards them.

"Oh, there are a lot of rich people in Tokyo, you drive a Maserati." Uncle Maori waved at the old man from a distance, "It's really a good car, and it's wearing BORRELLI clothes. I used to only drive I saw it in a magazine, you must be the big boss of a listed company!"

If it wasn't for the heavy rain outside, Uncle Maori would probably get close to the black Maserati and admire the sports car for several laps.

Elementary school student Edogawa-kun looked at the old man from the side with slightly thoughtful eyes, with a dangerous and wise light shining behind the glasses.

"Mr. Edogawa, it's better not to look at that person with such dangerous eyes, or the development of the matter may be beyond our expectations." Master Yue said seriously, his eyes were fixed on slowly walking The silver-haired old man who came said, "Sorry, Mr. Maori, Miss Xiaolan, it's getting late. It's my closing time today. I'll give you a [-]% discount on today's fee. Next time I come to eat noodles, I will pay the bill together." Enough."

"It's closed so early today, and I haven't finished my drink yet." Uncle Mao Li obviously had more than enough to say, he looked at the old man with silver-white hair, "Isn't that gentleman here to eat noodles?"

It looked as if he wanted to strike up a conversation with the rich old gentleman.

"How can anyone drive a luxury car and wear black clothes to eat noodles? Doesn't that old gentleman look more like he was going to a memorial service?" Master Yue's kind appearance completely disappeared, and he issued the order again The eviction order said, "It's raining too much, Mr. Mori, you should come back earlier. Today's ramen and drink fees will be waived, and I will invite you all."

Master Yue wrapped his hands around the apron tied around his waist and wiped it off, then took off the apron and hung it on the wall of the van. He went around from the kitchen to the dining table and helped Xiaolan lift up the drunk uncle Mao Li .

"Ms. Xiaolan, you are missing that young man surnamed Kudo, and Mr. Kudo must also miss you, Xiaolan." Master Yue said to Xiaolan, and glanced at Edogawa-kun intentionally or unintentionally, "Wait for Kudo When will you come back, you are welcome to come to my noodle stall to eat noodles again."

Master Yue sent Uncle Maoli's family off. When they walked out of the ramen stall, the old man just passed them and sat down in front of the ramen stall. On the stage, he picked up a clean porcelain cup, poured the clear wine into the bottom of the white porcelain cup, and drank the wine on his own.

When Master Yue returned to the ramen stall after sending off Mr. Maoli's family, the silver-haired old man drank one cup after another. He had almost drank all the sake in the stall.

"It seems that there is not enough wine, why don't you run to buy some? When I came, I saw an all-night tavern two streets away." The old man said, "Oh, by the way, I'm still a little hungry, get me a bowl first Let's make noodles, you can go buy wine after eating the noodles, and you just bought the wine after I finished eating the noodles."

"Ange, after so many years, your character is still so annoying! From a young bastard to an old bastard!" Master Yue waved his hand impatiently, "It's gone, I'm closed, I won't be entertaining guests today, ramen and wine are not sold, and you have already drank all the wine I brewed, so get out before I ask you to collect the bill!"

"Don't be so irritable. Old friends talk about money as soon as they meet and hurt their feelings. Shouldn't they sit down and have a drink to catch up?" Anger smiled.

"Friend?" Master Yue sneered, "This is Japan. You are an American staff lieutenant colonel who invaded our country during World War II. Where can you find your friends here?"

"And I don't have your friends at this ramen stall." Master Yue pointed to the well-dressed Anger, and then pointed to himself, "You look like an upper class, and I'm just a down-and-out ramen chef. How can high-class people have friends who make ramen?"

"You seem to have a trendy culture in Japan called Cosplay, which means role-playing. It's pretty cool for you to pretend to be a ramen chef." Anger poured himself a glass of shochu.

"What do you mean pretending to be a ramen master?" Master Yue raised his eyebrows, "I'm a ramen master. I'm a genuine ramen master. I've been pulling noodles in this street for more than 60 years!"

"But the entire 12 billion dollar street under our feet belongs to you." Anger counted with his fingers, "12 billion dollars, the average person would have to set up a ramen stall for 4 years to earn 12 billion dollars. "

"I'm really poor. My income from selling ramen can only support myself. I can't even pay the land tax on this street. Those guys pay the tax for me every year." Master Yue sighed , "Owning a piece of land is useless if you don't let it out or sell it. It's no different from owning a grave."

"But the assets in your name are far more than that." Angers helped Master Yue liquidate the treasures, "You have three [-]-ton tankers in Tokyo Bay, [-] acres of orchards in Shannan District, and [-] acres of orchards in Shinjuku District. There are stretches of old houses. A developer took a fancy to the land in Shinjuku the year before last, and was moved to demolish those old houses. It is said that they even offered a sky-high price that no one could refuse, but they even owned those old houses. The identities of those involved cannot be grasped.”

"Those are actually the properties of the Uesugi family. The family transferred them to my name back then, but they didn't take them back." Master Yue said, "When I left the family, I had already entrusted all the assets to a charity organization. , They invest their cash and livable assets, and donate the dividends they earn to children in need in society. On the day I die, all the assets under my name will be allocated to the dividends of Snake Bajia in one go organizations, and they guarantee that the money will always go to good causes."

"So you are really poor, but I didn't expect that the underworld supreme would change his mind and be enthusiastic about public welfare one day. It's really gratifying." Anger applauded lightly, "You don't seem surprised to see me at all? Curious why I know so much about you?"

"Okawabata Detective Agency, your student Inuyamaga recommended you to go, right?" Master Yue and Ange chatted, and subconsciously put down a pot of noodle soup, "I also know some detectives, such as just left Mr. Mori, although Mr. Mori's ability to handle cases is very average, but in comparison, Mr. Mori at least has the bottom line as a detective, while those in Okawabata can be said to have no bottom line. So I knew that you had come to Japan early in the morning, because someone called me, and I was wondering if I should close the stall to hide from you these days, but I have been selling ramen for so many years, and I can’t set up a stall here every day because of you. This mouse feces stinks my pot of good soup!"

"Look at what you said, as if I'm a plague god." Ange pushed the wine glass aside, ready to receive fresh ramen, "Do you think I can't find you if you hide from me?"

"Of course you are the god of plague, you are not the god of plague, who is the god of plague, you are the greatest plague god in the world!" Master Yue said angrily, then sighed deeply as if accepting his fate, and said in a low tone, "Of course I know I can't hide from you, the god of plague, after more than 60 years... Angers, you still linger!"

(End of this chapter)