The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 768 It’s broken, I’m the poor one!

"The entrance fee to this place is really expensive..."

Kuroba Kaito, who was following beside him, looked around with dead eyes: "It costs 50,000 yen just to come in and take a look."

Fujino pursed his chin and said, "150,000 yen, is that expensive?"

“It’s expensive, okay?”

Kuroba Kaito was speechless for a moment: "150,000 yen is almost the price of a commission for your detectives, right?"

"That was just a small commission to find a pet or a person. It's true for less famous detectives. I used to be able to do it for tens of thousands of yen, but that was only in the past."

Fujino glanced at him and explained, "At my level, there aren't many small commissions to find cats and dogs anymore. A random commission is worth hundreds of thousands of yen. Even commissions to catch an adulterer start at hundreds of thousands of yen. The more troublesome ones can cost millions of yen. If it's dangerous, tens of millions of yen is not impossible, but it's hard to come by. To be honest, this amount of money is not even one-tenth of the price of a commission."

After a pause, Fujino asked doubtfully, "You are a great thief KID, so you don't have even 100 million in your bank card balance, do you?"

"..."

Kuroba Kaito suddenly felt like he was being manipulated, and a wise look appeared in his eyes: One hundred million, is that human language?

Originally, he thought that all detectives were very poor and a commission would only cost about 100,000 or 80,000 yuan.

At least in his concept, this is what an ordinary detective looks like.

But this guy doesn’t seem to be an ordinary detective?
The bank card balance is not even 100 million, could it be that you have 100 million in your bank card? !

If you think about it carefully, it seems that I only received 12 million from Koizumi Hongzi last time?

Oh no, it turns out that I’m the poor one!

Kuroba Kaito looked strange for a moment: "Is it too late to become a detective now?"

"You look like you've been exposed. After all, whether you make money or not has nothing to do with detectives."

Fujino saw Kuroba Kaito fall into deep thought, sighed, and then continued: "You think it's expensive because you don't make money. If you don't make money, it must be because you don't work hard enough..."

Kuroba Kaito: “……?”

Why do I feel like going up to you and punching you twice?

So many Versailles!
Forget it, forget it, I can’t win…

Besides, all this money was paid by Fujino. He is the financial sponsor, so whatever he says goes.

Kuroba Kaito persuaded himself like this, and then said helplessly: "Even if that's the case, why did you spend this money? Can't we just pretend to be reporters from the magazine?"

"Don't you understand this?"

Fujino shook his head helplessly: "The money I paid will be reimbursed by the Metropolitan Police Department. They said it was 150,000. When the time comes, won't it be how much I say?"

"I'll report it, there's still some money to be made on it."

"In the end, we're going to have to get the funds we spent on the mission back from here anyway, so what's wrong with me asking for a little more?"

"You kid..."

Kuroba Kaito's eyebrows twitched slightly.

In the past, Kuroba Kaito actually didn't quite understand why Fujino became a consultant to the Metropolitan Police Department.

I understood it after taking a look today.

It's amazing that someone could think of making a fortune out of this kind of thing.

This guy is simply a natural born xx saint!

Isn't he a genius?

“This kind of thing is the norm.”

Seeing Kuroba Kaito's confused face, Fujino continued, "There are some things you need to know if you want to work in the Japanese system. Learn more and see more. If you don't even know this, how can you manage things and make progress in the system?"

After a pause, he remembered something: "Oh, you seem to be a thief. You can't even pass the civil service exam. It seems that you don't need to master this thing too deeply."

Kuroba Kaito: "..."

My whole family are thieves, what happened to you?

Is the thief crazy about stealing your rice?
You, a wanted Batman, can take the civil service exam?
No, not a thief, I’m called a phantom thief!

Do you understand the value of the ancestral thief skills? How can you cultivate them?
"Nine ball, bottom pocket."

The white-haired old man in the crowd pushed out the billiard cue, and the white cue ball was pushed and slowly rolled towards the yellow ball at the edge of the pool.

After colliding with the yellow ball for half a body length, it rolled towards the pocket and then fell down. Immediately, applause broke out from the surroundings.

What the old man was talking about was the pocket report in the billiards rules.

Under this rule, no matter which hole you want to hit the winning ball, the black ball, into, you have to signal it in advance.

It would be very impolite to enter the cave without making any noise.

However, this rule is not universal. There are different rules in various football betting games.

"As expected of Tongjiro."

Terai Huang Zhisuke couldn't help but sigh: "Compared to the past, his accuracy is still the same."

"Is this awesome?"

Fujino was a little speechless: "If this was a snooker table, I guess he wouldn't have been able to hit the ball in just now, right?"

“English snooker and American snooker are two different tracks.”

Terai Huang Zhisuke scratched his bald head and said: "As far as American billiards is concerned, this is already very impressive."

"That guy must be Renra Tojiro, right?"

Kuroba Kaito looked at the old man: "In this case, can we start our plan?"

"Let's get started."

Fujino looked indifferent: "Are you going to do it or should I?"

"Let me do it."

Kuroba Kaito volunteered, put his hands in his pockets and shouted: "What? This is amazing! This is just too bad!"

As he spoke, he took his hands out of his pocket, and under the gaze of everyone in the audience, he placed his hands on his chest and gestured:

"If you're not good at it, practice more. If you're not good enough, don't play! If you're only this good, then the legendary golf club is useless in your hands!"

"..."

Fujino couldn't help feeling ashamed as he watched the vivid imitation.

Wow, this guy really puts his knowledge into practice.

This gesture, if you learn the essence, belongs to...

"You guys look pretty impressive."

A white-haired man in a yellow suit, sunglasses and a cigar slowly walked towards the group and glanced at Terai Huangzhisuke: "If it's convenient, why not have a fight with Tongjiro?"

"No problem at all!"

Kuroba Kaito patted his chest confidently, then took a step back to make room for Fujino: "But the one I'm going to compete with is Mr. Higgins."

"..."

Fujino couldn't help but glance at Kuroba Kaito.

Boy, you spoke so harshly just now.

Actually, you are using me as a tool for confidence, right?
"Higgins?"

The man glanced at Fujino's disguised British appearance and said with some disdain: "Why haven't I heard of this name?"

"Just a foreign amateur billiard player."

Fujino smiled and introduced himself: "If you don't mind, you can also call me by my nickname, Typhoon Higgins."

"Typhoon Higgins... I've definitely never heard of it."

The man remained calm and laughed, "Since you want to compete with Tongjiro, you should know the rules. 10,000 yen per round..."

"But 10,000 yen is still too little."

Fujino thought for a moment and said, "How about raising the bet to 100,000 yen?"

"One hundred thousand yen?"

The man glanced at Fujino, thought for a moment and said, "Of course no problem."

(End of this chapter)