Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

“Hundreds of millions…!”

Kogoro Mori's eyes lit up, and his handsome face was filled with desire for money.

“It’s nerve-wracking…”

Xiaolan knew that Maori Kogoro would never refuse money from a legitimate source, so she moved and knelt behind Dongfang Haoyue. She moved closer to Kogoro on the right side, covered her red lips with her left hand, and reminded him in a very low voice:

"Isn't this a bad idea? We should be more polite."

"I know."

Kogoro Mouri looked at Xiaolan reluctantly and comforted her helplessly.

Xiaolan smiled slightly and sat back in her seat with satisfaction.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi looked at Maori Kogoro calmly, and thought curiously:

"Which china would the Maori detective choose?"

"Um......"

Maori Kogoro pondered for a moment, glanced casually at the many ceramics, picked up the ceramic cup in front of him with his right hand without even looking at it, hung it on his collar, grabbed the back of his head with his left hand, turned his head to look at Kikuemon, smiled modestly and said:

"I just want this ceramic cup."

"What!?"

The pupils of Kikuemon and Tsuchiya Mashiko suddenly shrank. They looked at the ceramic cup in disbelief, and then looked at Mori Kogoro.

Arita Yoshihiko and Seto Ryuichi looked at the ceramic cup in disbelief, then looked at Kogoro and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"what!?"

"what happened?"

Kogoro Mori was slightly stunned and looked at Kikuemon innocently.

Xiaolan was stunned, put her hands on her legs, and looked at Uemon at a loss.

Kudo Shinichi put his hands on his legs, looked at Maori Kogoro with a confused face, and made a silent judgment in his heart:

“It feels like the Maori detective chose ceramics that people wouldn’t expect.”

at the same time.

Dongfang Haoyue put his hands on his legs, looked at Kikuemon and then at the ceramic cup in confusion, and muttered in his heart incomprehensible:

"It's just an ordinary ceramic cup, why are they so excited?"

"It's exactly what I expected."

Kikuemon changed his position and knelt on the cushion, leaning forward, supporting his legs with his hands, looking at Maori Kogoro with admiration, and exclaimed sincerely:

"You are indeed a famous detective. You have an excellent eye."

Kikuemon lowered his head, closed his eyes, and said with mixed feelings:

“I won this gamble.”

"gamble?"

Kogoro Mori was still holding the ceramic cup hanging on his collar, his left hand resting on his left leg, and a look of surprise appeared on his honest face.

"My family and I are guessing which ceramic you will choose."

Kikuemon opened his eyes, looked at Maori Kogoro happily, and praised happily:

"Now, just as I expected, you have chosen the ceramic cup that the world calls a masterpiece!"

"masterpiece......"

Kogoro Mori was silent for a moment. He casually held the ceramic cup in front of him, lowered his head slightly and looked at it carefully, but he couldn't see anything special about it.

Dongfang Haoyue looked at the ceramic cup in a daze, and speculated in his heart with distrust:

"It sounds expensive... Did Detective Maori really just pick the ceramics at random...?

Well, Detective Maori shouldn't sell out his upright character for such a small amount of money.

He is definitely not the kind of person who asks for a lot of money~!"

Kudo Shinichi secretly observed Maori Kogoro and muttered idly in his heart:

"The Maori detective usually chooses the horses carefully but always fails. Now he just picked a ceramic cup at will and it turned out to be worth a lot of money. It's really unexpected."

Xiaolan looked at the ceramic cup in ignorance, and said awkwardly in her heart, feeling uncertain:

“Did Dad pick out an expensive ceramic cup?

It's a headache. I tried to persuade him to be more polite, but it backfired...!"

"Honestly."

Kikuemon stood up, put his hands on his legs, looked at Maori Kogoro with a smile on his face, and promised with a hearty smile:

"I don't want it handed over to anyone but you!"

Kogoro Mori has not responded yet.

"But......"

Tsuchiya Mashiko walked behind Kikuemon, bent her knees slightly, held the tray with her left hand to press down on her thigh, held his shoulder with her right hand, and hesitantly persuaded him:

"Father-in-law, this won't..."

"Wow, I almost forgot about the latest work [Feng Shui Pill]!"

Kikuemon interrupted Tsuchiya Mashiko swiftly, lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and asked without question:

"I want Detective Mori to take a look at my Feng Shui pills. Can Mashiko go to the warehouse and get them for me?"

"Now, go now."

Seeing Kikuemon's firm attitude, Tsuchiya Mashiko was slightly stunned, stood up helplessly, and walked slowly towards the door.

"anyway."

Kikuemon opened his eyes, turned to look at Arita Yoshihiko and Seto Ryuichi, and said in confusion:

"Why don't I see Otani Kaoru?"

"He should be in the kiln."

Arita Yoshihiko looked at Kikuemon calmly, with his right hand in his pocket and his left thumb pointing behind him over his shoulder.

Kogoro Mori looked curiously in the direction Yoshihiko pointed, then picked up the ceramic cup and drank the tea.

"Just right!"

Kikuemon stood up with his right hand on the table, pointed to the door with his left hand, turned to look at Maori Kogoro, and invited him with a amiable smile:

"Mr. Maori, would you like to come with me to see the kiln used to fire ceramics?"

"Oh, okay."

Kogoro Mori continued drinking water and looked at Kikuemon politely.

Dongfang Haoyue excitedly pulled the calm Kudo Shinichi up and was about to follow Uemon to see the kiln.

"Excuse me......"

Xiaolan sat upright, feeling that the price of the ceramic cup was too expensive and might easily cause dissatisfaction with Kikuemon. She turned to look at him, with her right hand hanging in front of her right shoulder and her index finger pointing at the ceramic cup, and asked hesitantly:

"Excuse me, how much is this ceramic cup?"

"Well...if I were to set the price for it, then..."

Kikuemon glanced at Xiaolan in a friendly manner, put his right hand behind his back, stroked his beard with his left hand, looked up at the ancient ceiling, and considered seriously:

"About 10 million."

"Crash!"

Kogoro Mori couldn't hold it anymore.

His pupils dilated, and he spit out all the tea he hadn't drunk yet in one breath. He retracted his shocked gaze at Kikuemon, lowered his head, and looked at the ceramic cup with trepidation. Sweat oozed from his mature face, and he confirmed that he suspected he had heard wrongly:

"Ten million!?"

"Correct."

Kikuemon looked at Mori Kogoro calmly and nodded without hesitation.

Seto Takashi put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked at Kogoro helplessly, and said with a casual smile:

"Detective Maori clearly knew the price but pretended not to know. This is the bad taste of a famous detective!"