Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Good morning!"

Men kept bowing to him and walking by. Tetsuo Yoshioka, who was wearing a blue official uniform, looked good and stopped Amami Yuki at the stairs.

"Go up five floors to the office of the vice minister and the superior. The first room is the security room, where more than a dozen security guards sit."

Pointing to the newly installed surveillance cameras above his head, Mr. Yoshioka smiled and said, "It's safe here. Things like what happened before won't happen."

"You said that my job is to organize the documents conveyed to you and send them to the office." Amami Yuki was wearing a black suit and a short skirt, with her hands on the handrail.

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Mr. Yoshioka walked up the stairs: "It's not a big deal. There are general information on the outside of the documents. Don't open them. Just give them to me intact."

Leaving Curacao in the office assigned to her, Mr. Yoshioka walked another thirty meters inside and saw Minami Masamune's large office at the end... the small office next to it.

"...Are you kidding?"

Standing there in a daze, Mr. Yoshioka pushed open the door of his office with trembling hands, looking at this office that was about the size of two toilet cubicles, narrowed his eyes, and turned to walk towards Minami Masamune's office.

After a night, the old man's new office was obviously much more luxurious. The originally empty reception area was decorated with expensive cushions and a wooden coffee table, and several Japanese paintings were hung on the wall, which increased the overall value of the house by three or four zeros.

"Just move all these things back home, and I will accept it even if I really sit in the toilet."

Before he finished speaking, the old man's exclamation suddenly came from behind: "What are you going to do to my treasure!"

A shadow flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, an old man stood in front of the painting and the coffee table, staring with his eyes and opening his hands to protect things like a hen.

"These paintings were all passed down to me by the old man's master. I specially chartered a plane to transport them here. If you dare to touch them, I will fight you to the death!"

Mr. Yoshioka's mouth twitched, and he turned around and left the office without seeing anyone else. After closing the door, he hugged his chest and leaned against the door.

"Grandpa, given our relationship, how can you bear to part with a few paintings?"

"Bullshit!" Minami Masamune stamped his feet: "You can give me your granddaughter, but not the paintings!"

The two sat down at the coffee table in silence for a moment. After making tea, they picked up the teacups together. Unable to hold back his anger, Yuji slapped the teacup on the coffee table and said: "Grandpa, what are you doing? Why is my office so small!"

"Oh, there's nothing I can do."

Playing with the antique teacup in his hand, Minami Masamune explained helplessly: "The upper floors were bombed and are still under repair. This floor was taken out temporarily."

Thinking of the two directors who were fired yesterday, Mr. Yoshioka leaned over and whispered: "You got rid of the director of the Security Bureau yesterday. Could it be that you wanted to free up this floor?"

"What nonsense are you talking about." Minami Masamune took out a pipe from his arms, opened a box of tobacco, pressed it tightly, lit it with a match, and took a few puffs before letting out the smoke.

"Don't you smoke?"

Waving his hand in front of him to disperse the smell of cigarettes, Yuuji sternly refused to breathe in secondhand smoke.

"It's just for fun. Painters always have to find some fun."

Minami Masamune put his pipe against the glass base of the pipe on the table: "There are only three large offices on this floor. Originally, your office was arranged next to mine, but you said you wanted one next to you, and the size didn't matter, so I asked someone to use the toilet to separate one for you between our two offices."

"Huh?!"

Yuuji blinked and opened his mouth.

"I know that without the toilet, your office is not as big as mine now, but time and space are limited, and even the funds are taken from the renovation costs."

Minami Masamune clapped his hands indignantly: "But grandpa has overcome all difficulties and met your conditions. Grandson, you don't thank me, but you want to take my paintings away. Isn't it a bit unreasonable?"

"Wait, wait!"

Mr. Yoshitsugu wiped his mouth and turned around to think for a long time, and asked in confusion: "You mean, the office in front of the toilet is reserved for me?"

"What's the question?"

Minami Masamune was also confused by Yuji's question: "Didn't you go in and see?"

If he entered the first office, Yuji would not be unaware of which office was reserved for him, because the decoration of that room was obviously not prepared for a communication secretary.

Yuji, who personally pushed Amami Yuki into his office, is now speechless. He can't understand why Minami Masamune put a secretary's office between the two of them.

"Then what should I do?"

He couldn't just run to Curacao and drag her out, and then tell her that the toilet was prepared for her, that would be too inconsistent with Tetsuo Yoshioka's personality.

"Grandpa, how about you give me this office?"

Knowing that it was impossible, Yuji sat down cross-legged, holding his chin and staring at Minami Masamune with hope, and heard a cold refusal in his face full of kindness and gentle horror.

"No."

Guessing what this kid had probably done, Grandpa Nan looked through the window of his office and glanced at the upper floors of the Metropolitan Police Department building.

"Or you can move to the Metropolitan Police Department, there is an empty office on the top floor there, much larger than mine, and move back after the Police Department is repaired."

"Not impossible."

"But you have to pay for the renovation of the office yourself."

"I regret it."

…

"This boy!"

Sitting on the sofa eating potato chips, because a message from a certain student made her angry, Kuromaru Haina chewed the snack in her mouth hard, and she could feel the temperature in the air rising even if she wasn't sitting next to her.

"what happens?"

Jin Yuanguang, holding a vacuum cleaner in his hand and wearing a pink apron in front of him, happened to enter the living room and became curious.

"He wasn't that idiot who said he didn't have an office, but the commander gave him an empty room and said he wanted to renovate it and asked me for money!"

Rubbing his hair, Kuromaru Yana turned off the TV and said angrily: "This boy, he spends money too fast these days. It's not that you don't feel bad about your own money, right?"

"I secretly attracted people's attention, which is actually not bad." Jin Yuanguang put the vacuum cleaner back to its original position: "If you don't count the top-of-the-line Rolls-Royce, it's just ordinary expenses."

As for buying a car, as a member of Parliament, it would be too shabby if I only drive the allocated vehicle, and my family also needs the car sometimes.

"This is not the biggest headache for me." Kuromaru Yana scratched her ears: "The main reason is that Gin is coming back tonight, and the false accounts at the institute have not been completed yet."

"You paid all his expenses to the institute's account?!"

Jin Yuanguang was stunned for a long time: "But this account should be easy to handle. After all, after checking the accounts, there is no research institute with less than tens of millions per month."

"Yeah, there's a bit too much this time..."

God knows that after Gin went to the United States, the members of the institute seemed to be instigated by someone, and they actually reached out to touch money.

Kuromaru Yana turned her head guiltily: "Probably we have to add two more zeros..."