People Are in Rice Flowers, the Male God of Tea Art at the Beginning

Still, she stood on the windowsill, watching the Porsche drive out the gate.

"Don't die!"

"I hate men who don't count!"

……

Hilton Tokyo in Roppongi.

The Japanese restaurant on the top floor is quaint.

The woman in kimono opened the door and knelt on both sides to wait.

"President Dongye, I didn't expect you to be so young!"

"Tsk tsk, this is much more handsome than on TV."

"If I have a daughter, I really want her to marry you right away!"

The rich boss Zhenzhong trotted and got up to greet him.

After all, the young man in front of him is the boss of Dorobika Paradise, and now he is a famous national hero.

Whether it is in the business police circle or in the civil network, it has a huge influence.

"President Zhenzhong, we are all busy people. I won't say anything extra."

Makoto Higashino sat down, stopped the maid who was pouring wine next to him, and turned to order a cup of hot tea.

"President Higashino, please speak!"

Boss Zhenzhong hurriedly made a gesture of please.

"I heard that you bought the Rice Flower Art Museum?"

Tono Makoto asked.

"Oh, you mean that art museum!"

"Losing business, no profit."

"I'm going to run it for a while and see, but it really doesn't work, so I figured out a way to dismantle it and build something else."

The boss really said.

What he saw was originally just that piece of land.

As for any art, any art, I have no interest at all.

"After all, that art museum is also an old building of Rice Flower. It's a pity to demolish it!"

"If it can be renovated and transformed into a hotel, I would be willing to run it for you."

Makoto Higashino got straight to the point and said his intentions.

"hotel?"

"Then Mr. Dongye, how does this business work?"

The real boss is more direct.

Most five-star hotels are divided into two parts.

Part of it is the owner of the hotel itself, the owner of the building.

The other part is the operator of the hotel, which is responsible for the management and operation of the hotel.

As for the revenue of the hotel, there is a fixed proportion of management fees, and there is also a share according to the agreed proportion.

"I only need this number!"

"And, I will pay for all the renovation costs."

Makoto Higashino stretched out three fingers.

Gollum!

Boss Zhenzhong swallowed his saliva, his chubby face showed the kind smile of a capitalist. .

Chapter 49

"What did Makoto Higashino do on the first day?"

On the phone, Gin's voice was cold, without the slightest emotion.

He was just curious as to how this new member of the organization, the newcomer he had brought together, would use to complete the first task.

"Go to the Cornflower Art Museum to see an exhibition of medieval paintings."

Miyano Akimi answered truthfully.

"Watching the art exhibition?"

"What about the next day?"

Jin Jiu was stunned for a moment and continued to ask.

"Go to the Cornflower Art Museum to see an exhibition of medieval paintings."

Miyano Akemi said again.

"What about the third day?"

Qin Jiu's tone was a little chilly, and he asked again.

Going to see a boring art exhibition for two days in a row, it's time to do something serious on the third day!

"Bring my girlfriend and go to the Mihua Art Museum to see an exhibition of medieval paintings."

Miyano Akimi said slightly sourly.

Gin: "..."

For three days in a row, I went to the art gallery to see art exhibitions.

Today is already the last day of the mission!

Still watching the art exhibition?

"Big brother, I think he doesn't want to play for the organization at all."

"A guy like this, just let me get rid of him!"

Vodka made a wiping action with a knife on his neck, implying that he could do it at any time.

"Two thirty-eight in the afternoon!"

Gin glanced at his watch, and with cold eyes, glanced over the sniper rifle on the table, "If he waits until 12 o'clock in the evening, he has not solved the target."

"Humph!"

A pointed sniper bullet stood on the table.

……

Cornflower Art Museum.

A promotional banner for the "Medieval Art Exhibition" hangs at the door.

Since the Meiji Restoration, Japan has embarked on a road of comprehensive Westernization, and the entire country has worshipped Western culture from top to bottom.

Even the art of painting is based on the Western world.

However, the exhibition of medieval paintings in this art museum is very rare, with only a few spectators.

After all, oil paintings from hundreds of years ago are not as energetic as the long legs in short videos.

Even a few old men who came to the museum were sitting on chairs and rubbing the air conditioner, drooling at the beauties on their phones.

"Wow! Wow!"

"Armor, knights, and long swords!"

Conan jumped up and down, pretending to be a second child.

"Really!"

"Why do you want to see the art exhibition, and I have to be a nanny for this kid?"

Mouri Kogoro complained while looking around.

Unfortunately, he was soon disappointed.

In this old art museum, there is no widow of a beautiful young woman with a black veil covering her face at all.

"Okay, Dad."

"You usually watch horse betting, Yoko Okino, and occasionally art exhibitions!"

Xiaolan asked coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, got it."

"Didn't I bring a little devil here?"

Mouri Kogoro pouted, sat beside the old man, and leaned over to look at the wriggling young ladies.

"What a beautiful painting!"

"This is true art!"

Standing in front of an oil painting, Makoto Higashino couldn't help but sigh.

"Yeah, it's a beautiful painting."

"Each painting here is a unique work of art."

"It's all my life's blood!"

The old curator stood behind him with his hands behind his back, admiring the paintings intently.

"Artwork like this, I really hope that future generations can see and appreciate it."

Tono Makoto said in agreement.