The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 162 Red Herring [4k big chapter]

"Is it the task of opening a shop?"

After Fujino checked the system tasks, he stood up from the sofa and walked to the refrigerator in the room. He took out a bottle of green tea, unscrewed the cap, and took a few sips.

The coolness spread, and Fujino was full of thoughts.

Opening a shop was an idea he had had a long time ago.

Just thinking about it, he gave up.

As an ordinary person in his previous life, he knows how difficult it is to open a shop.

And his memory in this world also proved this point.

As the eldest son of the Fujino Zaibatsu, he is naturally fascinated by market research.

In Neon, the cost of opening a store is too high.

Even if it doesn’t include rent, labor, or resources needed to start, at least 100 million yen in start-up capital is needed.

Fujino didn't dare to gamble with the start-up capital of 100 million.

With 100 million thrown into the system, there are at least a few enhanced cards as a guarantee.

Stock trading may also recover the principal, and may even make a small profit.

But if all studs enter the store...

There is a high probability that in the end you will lose even the bitter tea seeds.

Entrepreneurship is even more evil than stock trading.

But these were all his previous thoughts.

Now, with the system in place, he can let go and do a big job.

Putting away his thoughts, Fujino's eyes flickered with brilliance.

Immediately, he opened the system career interface:
[President: Primary (0-100)

Sub-professional skills:
Business Sense: Elementary (10% increase in the success rate of business behavior decision-making)
Month-End President: Junior (5% increase in affinity)
Domineering President: Primary (Increases momentum by 5%)]

"The success rate of business behavior decision-making increases by 10%. With this 10% probability, it should not be difficult to operate a store as required by the system."

Fujino glanced at the professional skills of the business sense, and then turned his attention to the entrepreneurial tasks of the system, "Besides, there are 300 million system rewards at the bottom, even if I fail, there is no loss to me."

Of course, as long as it is not a strange store, the success rate should not be 0%.

Even if the opening of the store fails in the end, it is not a loss.

There is a systematic reward of 300 million yen to cover the bottom line, but at worst, it will be a waste of work in the end.

I weighed the pros and cons in my mind.

Fujino felt that this system task was simply sending him money.

Immediately, he immediately took over the system task.

[The system task is accepted and completed]

System prompts sounded in my ears.

Fujino put the green tea back in the refrigerator.

Slowly walked back to the sofa, sat down, turned on the TV, and began to struggle with what kind of store he wanted to open: "Convenience stores, two-dollar stores, clothing stores, etc., definitely won't work, if you can't keep going Now, handling those goods will also cause a lot of losses..."

Combining the memories of the previous life and this world, Fujino ruled out some choices that are not suitable for the current situation.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered an industry that was most suitable for him——

Food Industry.

"If it is catering, it is indeed the first choice for me to start a business."

Fujino began to weigh the pros and cons of the store: "The first floor of the detective agency can be used as a venue. For catering... as long as you purchase some raw materials, you can easily open it. Even if you can't do it in the end, you won't accumulate too much money ..."

I thought about it for a while.

Fujino found that the most suitable thing for him now is dry food.

In the catering industry, the threshold is extremely low.

If it is done well, it may still be a hit.

In this era, there are still many opportunities for serfs to stand up and sing.

It has not fallen into the dilemma of a dead end for market monopoly and entrepreneurship 20 years later.

After confirming that his future store will enter the catering industry, Fujino has not made any next plans.

Now he only has 220 million yen on hand.

The system task requires 300 million yen.

Obviously, that's not enough.

"It seems that I still have to make money..."

Fujino shook his head, and then turned his attention to the pianist career that he had drawn out with the president:

[Pianist: Elementary (0-100)

Piano master: Your hands are very suitable for playing the piano, and you have a certain basic knowledge of the piano
Soul of Steel: Beginner (When playing the piano, you have a 5% chance to enter the state of Soul of Steel. In the state of Soul of Steel, you will gain the proficiency level of the original player's repertoire and achieve excellent performance)]

A pianist only has two professional skills. From a practical understanding, it is definitely not as high as a president.

These effects may indeed be a good skill for a pianist.

But for Fujino, who did not own a piano, had no interest in playing the piano, and had no spare money to buy a piano, it seemed a bit useless.

A piano costs hundreds of thousands of yen.

With that money, he would rather go to...

Go smoke some fantastic system gadgets.

In fact, it's tasteless, but it really doesn't count.

At least among the professional skills of a pianist, there is the passive skill of mastering the piano proficiently.

With this passivity, if he encounters a piano player pretending to be cool in the future, he can torture him and then slap him in the face at the speed of light.

"Drip!"

At this time, the mobile phone in Fujino's trouser pocket suddenly rang a reminder.

His thoughts were interrupted, he took out his mobile phone, and saw a new text message notification.

It was from Sonoko Suzuki.

Sonoko Suzuki: *************
Suzuki Sonoko: This is the address of that chat room.

Suzuki Sonoko: By the way, don’t say I’m a girl, my persona in that chat group is an uncle in his 30s.

Fujino: Understood.

Fujino, who comes from the information age, is still understandable for Suzuki Sonoko’s persona pretending to be a 30-year-old uncle.

After all, it's not like he hasn't done this kind of thing before.

It's just that unlike the uncle, he is a high school girl in disguise.

Putting the phone away, Fujino took out the laptop he had pulled out a while ago and put it on the coffee table.

The overall color of the notebook is white, and on the cover of the monitor, there is also a girl in a white dress printed on it. This girl should be what the system calls a married woman.

Next to the bride, there is a logo of a certain meter...

Such a thin and light notebook may not be considered a big deal in Fujino's era.

But in this era when notebooks are still things like suitcases, this is definitely a product far beyond the current world technology.

If he remembered correctly, the graphics card of this laptop should be 4090.

And it's still full of blood.

The theoretical floating-point computing power seems to be around 100TFLOPS, that is, 100 trillion floating-point operations per second.

What is the concept of computing power?

Huaxia's Galaxy 2000 supercomputer in 4 had a wonderful floating-point computing power of one trillion times, while Skynet in Terminator had a floating-point computing power of 60 trillion per second.

In other words, the computer he has in hand is enough to crush any supercomputer in the world—the technological level has surpassed this world by 20 years.

"This computer in my hand is a bit outrageous..."

Fujino looked at the laptop in his hand, feeling a little heavy.

Then, he opened the chat room address given to him by Sonoko Suzuki just now, and added a chat room named: [Magic Lovers Alliance].

——But who would have thought that 20 years later, a graphics card that could crush the world’s supercomputers and even surpass the computing power of Skynet in science fiction novels would actually be used to run pornographic pictures...

Before joining the chat room, there is also a naming session.

Fujino made up a pseudonym at will and added it in.

As soon as he joined the chat room, Fujino saw the people in the chat room who were discussing the topic of magic lively.

[Phantom: Did any of you go to Günter von Gedobak's magic show today? 】

[The taciturn ventriloquist: Is that the world-renowned illusionist? 】

[Red Herring: I went to see Grobuck's performance, it should be an illusion magician. 】

[Disappearing Pani: Where did Red Herring get the tickets? You know, tickets for Grobach are hard to come by. A few days ago, I went to the ticket window early in the morning to wait. Still didn't get it. 】

[Red Herring: It's just my luck. 】

【Sun Xiaochuan has joined the chat room】

[Phantom: Sun Xiaochuan?What a strange name. 】

[Pani who disappeared: There are newcomers here? 】

[Boy Yikasama: Who invited you in? 】

[Magician’s disciple: It’s me, this is a friend of mine, he also likes magic. 】

[Sun Xiaochuan: Hello everyone, I am Sun Xiaochuan. 】

"Sun Xiaochuan? What a strange name?!"

Kuroba Kaito sized up the newcomer who joined the chat room, and complained.

the other side.

"Red herring?"

Fujino, who was sitting in front of the computer, looked at the name [Red Herring] in the chat room and couldn't help but be stunned.

If he remembers correctly, this guy is Kaito Kuroba, right?
Although he couldn't remember the details of the murder of the magic lover for a while, he still remembered the title of red herring.

It should be the screen name used by Kuroba Kaito or Kaitou Kid himself.

"Boom boom boom!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Fujino put away the computer, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Miyano Akemi standing at the door.

"Fujino-kun, dinner is ready."

"dinner?"

Fujino looked a little puzzled.

Under normal circumstances, he is the one who prepares dinner at Fujino's house.

"Xiao Ai and I saw that you came back so late, and you had to receive clients again after you came back, so we tried a little bit."

"Is that so?"

Fujino looked back at the clock, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Turning his head, he nodded and said with a light smile, "If that's the case, then I'm going to have a taste of Miss Mingmei's and Xiao Ai's craftsmanship..."

On the third floor, Miyano Akemi's room.

Today's dinner was prepared by Haibara Ai and Miyano Akemi.

It's curry.

"Fujino-kun, how are we doing?"

Miyano Akemi stuffed a mouthful of curry bibimbap into her mouth, and after swallowing it, she looked up at Fujino and asked expectantly.

Huihara Ai on the side also raised his head calmly, and fixed his plain eyes on Fujino as if he was also waiting for Fujino's answer.

"Um……"

Fujino took a look at Curry.

Although he can only cook home-cooked dishes, to be honest, this curry is really good in terms of taste.

It's just that the taste is a bit weak.

It would be much better with a little more seasoning.

After thinking for a while, Fujino didn't say anything that would spoil people's interest, and replied: "It's not bad, Miss Mingmei, I remember you are cooking for the first time, right?"

"Actually, Xiao Ai made today's dinner."

Miyano Akemi smiled, and looked at Haibara Ai, "I just made a strike."

Hui Yuanai lowered his head, and silently put a mouthful of rice into his mouth, with a hint of shyness on his face.

It turned out she did it.

No wonder the taste is so bland.

The taste, while healthy, does not whet the appetite.

For a young man with decent taste buds like him, this curry was bland enough.

Old people like a slightly heavier taste, because the taste buds have gradually degenerated.

I really don't know how Dr. Ali got through it.

After dinner, Fujino, who had just returned to the bedroom, heard the doorbell ringing from the detective office on the second floor.

"At this time, is there any client?"

Fujino, who had already changed into pajamas, took out his phone and checked the time.

Seeing that the time has come to nine o'clock in the evening.

I felt a little puzzled in my heart.

Usually, most of the people who come to the detective agency to make commissions are during the day or in the afternoon.

Almost no one comes at night.

But what is certain is that no matter who it is, as long as they come to entrust at night, they will definitely be rewarded.

Then, with doubts in his heart, he walked to the detective agency on the second floor.

As soon as he went downstairs, he saw two figures standing in front of the detective agency.

One is an old man, and the other is also an old man.

One of the old men was wearing a brown suit. Fujino knew him. He was the curator Ochiai whom he had knocked on before.

As for the other, a man in a black suit with a pot belly, Fujino didn't know him.

But by the looks of it, he should be a rich man.

"Director Ochiai?"

"Mr. Fujino!"

Curator Ochiai was very excited after seeing Fujino, and gave Fujino a big hug when he came up.

"Ahem."

Fujino coughed lightly, and felt a burst of embarrassment at being hugged like this.

The girl is fine, but for the old man, forget it...

Silently pushing the old man away, Fujino looked at the radiant Ochiai, and asked in confusion, "Director Ochiai, why did you come to my house?"

"Actually, I wanted to come to express my thanks."

Director Ochiai also felt that something was wrong with him.

After taking two steps back and showing a respectful expression, he explained: "Thanks to you, Mr. Fujino, the Medieval Museum was preserved. I have been dealing with the affairs of the museum some time ago, so I don't have time to come here. Today is a rare time, so I just took the time to come over to express my gratitude.”

"I see."

Fujino paused, then calmed down and asked, "Did you win the lawsuit?
"We won."

Curator Ochiai nodded: "Thanks to Mr. Fujino, you helped to contact Attorney Concubine. With the help of Attorney Concubine, I won the battle a while ago."

(End of this chapter)