Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 245 The Savage Winery Man

After leaving Hongzi's house, Fu Jiang took out a notepad from the inventory and planned the next schedule.

Suddenly, Fu Jiang flicked his fingers and took out his phone from his pocket to check the date.

May 7, 14:18 pm.

The corners of Fu Jiang's eyes twitched a few times, and he pressed the number to make a call.

"Oh, so you haven't forgotten."

As soon as the phone was connected, the woman teased and voiced some dissatisfaction from the microphone.

"Gin Jiu didn't know to remind me, I just finished doing something for him." Fu Jiang snorted.

If he hadn't happened to flip through the notepad, he would have really forgotten about it.

He also had a mission tonight to participate in a social gathering, but in fact it was a mission to deal with a well-known politician.

Of the current members of the organization in Tokyo, only three are eligible to attend the banquet.

Him, Belmode, Pisco.

And the rich old Pisco is not suitable for this kind of thing. Once he is caught by a busy reporter or exposed by that politician, Chairman Masuyama will have his water meter checked.

So this task was handed over to him, a member who was invited to the banquet and whose industry hadn't developed too much.

"No reminder, oh~ he must have forgotten." Belmode laughed and said: "His brain has not been very good."

"I guess it's not too late now?" Fu Jiang's index finger moved the steering wheel.

"Of course it's not too late. Don't worry. No one wants to hear the news of 'the head of the Black Crow General Hospital racing at night'. Although you are not well-known in the underworld, everyone with a discerning eye knows your position in the underworld. Something happened. , it is also very troublesome to suppress it.”

When Fu Jiang was sent to prison as the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, it was also on the news, and it was the headline of the day.

The organization spent a lot of money to suppress this incident, and also spent money to buy a large number of sailors to launder it.

Even so, Fu Jiang's reputation is still quite bad in the eyes of celebrities.

After all, he joined a violent society and his status was not low. In the eyes of the upper class, he was already labeled as rude, cruel, and criminal.

But because of this, the politician expressed his satisfaction. He happened to need Fu Jiang to deal with some trivial matters that were not suitable for him to come forward.

At 18:45, Tomie arrived at the Cupido Hotel 15 minutes after the banquet started.

Fu Jiang showed the invitation letter to the security personnel at the entrance of the venue, and walked in unimpeded all the way.

"Welcome to my birthday party, Mr. Tomie, I guess this is the first time we meet, but...seeing you, I feel that we have been friends for a long time."

Kenichiro Miyagi, the director of Mihua Central Hospital, stretched out his right hand enthusiastically with a smile on his face.

He deliberately didn't say anything about his long-standing reputation, so as to prevent Fu Jiang from directly replying rudely, saying "I guess it's probably notorious".

"The second time we meet, I don't mind that you have been friends with me in the newspaper for a long time."

Tomie stretched out a big hand that was so cold that it made people uncomfortable, shook Miyagi's hand, and then let go immediately.

"Haha, your conversation is really funny." Miyagi smiled awkwardly.

After a few more polite words with Fu Jiang, he found an excuse to leave.

"As expected of you, you can always find a way to drive away people who approach you."

The big star Chrissy Wynyard, who has a lot of friends, walked to the table behind Fu Jiang, picked up a glass of red wine, covered her lips with the wine glass, and said meaningfully.

In the first two months, she also helped Fu Jiang get a rare Rolls-Royce Cloud III at a very low price, intending to make friends.

But it didn't take long for Fu Jiang to give her an impressive return.

No one knows how long it took Belmode, a member of the black-clothed organization, to hide from the warehouse with a star face and disheveled clothes before returning to the hiding place.

Fu Jiang wanted to say a few words to her, but in the end he walked away sensibly.

There is no intersection between him and Belmode at all, and it would be strange to have a rash conversation.

He didn't want to see words such as "Shocked, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi quarreled with a famous female star like a young couple in private, what is the truth of all this" on the news the next day.

This is not conducive to reputation, and secondly, if Conan sees it and makes up something else, then everything will be over.

Fu Jiang stopped and walked during the banquet, walking to look for food, and stopping to stuff things into his mouth.

Except for the director of Mihua General Hospital and the director of Mihua Yaoshiye Hospital, who both opened the hospital with him, no one else spoke to him.

He found a few dishes that he thought were delicious, and secretly put them in the inventory for storage.

When you have nothing to eat after performing missions, you can let Qin Jiu's bumpkin, who hasn't eaten anything good, see it for a while.

Fu Jiang still knows how to be grateful. After all, it was Qin Jiu who helped him apply for the approval of the hospital.

Now that he is well-off, he can't forget his old colleague whose savings have all been robbed.

In the appreciation and storage of meals, time slips through the fingers unconsciously.

The banquet is over, the famous people, the well-dressed, and the billionaires say goodbye to each other, like old friends who have met each other for a long time, and they leave with smiles on their faces.

And among these people, the very famous and wealthy Master, a few steps behind, turned into the reserved room.

"Ouch." Belmode sprained his foot and fell to Fu Jiang beside him.

Fu Jiang turned his body sideways to avoid Belmode's impact, and grabbed her hair to help her stabilize her figure before she fell to the ground, "Be careful."

Belmode's expression was almost distorted. If she hadn't seen the big wind and waves, she would have shown Fu Jiang on the spot.

Well, you're the one who was late and didn't hand over the locker number plate in time, and it's you who walked around and couldn't hand over the listening device.

So you're still pulling my hair now?How about helping me?Do I eat people?
She straightened up, thanked Fu Jiang with a forced smile, and handed over the number plate and monitoring device on the way to shake hands.

Look, she still has to say thank you.

Fu Jiang took the number plate and hid the monitoring device in his sleeve.

Then check to see if anyone is spying or tracking the target of the deal or himself before walking into the room.

"Gin? Gin. When I saw you, I knew it was you." Shigehiko Tunguchi, the transaction partner, leaned on the couch with a delicate hand-rolled cigar in his hand.

"I thought this was our first offline meeting, Congressman Tunkou." Fu Jiang sat opposite him, with his arms on his legs, leaning forward.

"It's the first time, there's nothing wrong with it." Tunkou Shigehiko raised Erlang's legs.

"So, you shouldn't know any of our code names." Fu Jiang laughed, "I don't think we are that close, sir."

He did not know when there was an advanced crossbow with a sense of technology in his hand.

"Don't get excited, I just remind you, don't underestimate a congressman's connections and money."

Tunkou Shigehiko leaned back, took out the cigar box in his arms and handed it forward, "One?"

Fu Jiang wrinkled his nose, "I don't smoke D."

The thing that looked like a cigar didn't smell like a cigar.

"That's a pity, it's a pleasure." Councilor Tunkou took another sip, then pursed his lips and muttered a word of prudence.

"I think we should get to the point." Fu Jiang said coldly.

"Don't like wasting time? Well, but before that, I have to make a little request of mine, no, a request."

Tunkou Shigehiko cleared his throat, "I hope you can help me deal with some small troubles."

"Is it big trouble that reads as little trouble?" Fu Jiang pulled the corners of his mouth to the sides of his cheeks, "Tell me."

"Hey, it's really not a big trouble, just... get rid of a few people, they have some shady things in their hands."

Tunkou Shigehiko choked his throat, then spit into the handkerchief.

"Be more specific, I like to listen to stories." Fu Jiang sneered.

"The kind of story that can help you blackmail others?" Tunkou Shigehiko waved his hand, "I told you to kill, just kill, I solved the trouble, and you got the money, it's that simple."

"It's not simple, it's sincerity, sir, that I try to work closely with."

Fu Jiang's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became more and more cold, "I don't like to accidentally see something in their hands after disposing of people, which will cause some unpleasant misunderstandings between us."

Tunkou Shigehiko put down Erlang's legs, and swallowed the cloud for a long time, as if hesitating whether to bet that the thing was locked, and Fu Jiang just couldn't crack it.

What made him hesitate even more than this matter was that Fu Jiang was more rude and barbaric than the countless images he had imagined, and had nothing to do with the word upper class.

Look at his attire, low top hat, black coat, combat boots, and dangerous items on his body. Is he going to assassinate someone?
Consistent with the outside, a person who is very direct, rude, and likes to threaten others in both actions and words.

Seeing his hesitation, Fu Jiang smiled not very kindly: "Don't worry, Mr. Tunkou, you can always trust me. As a long-term partner, if you are finished, we will be finished, so we will not let you It's over."

Maybe it was because he was high, or maybe it was because in Tunkou Shigehiko's opinion, this matter was not a big problem for the criminal organization, so he lowered his volume and explained.

(End of this chapter)