No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Suzuki Qiaoqiao shouted and summoned the Platinum Star.

Pick up the pebble and smash the windshield.

"Dang bang."

Hearing the cracking sound, the dozing driver suddenly woke up.

He slammed the steering wheel and hit the green belt next to him.

"boom!"

Seeing that things were done, the two returned to the sedan.

Haibara Ai's hand rested on Suzuki's hand holding the joystick.

Very moist and gentle.

Chapter 225 Although the body is smaller, the mind is still flexible

Suzuki Joe Bridge is in Nara City, Nishicheng District, and the search is until 12:[-] noon.

Seeing that it was almost time, we drove to the Sanhe Group Building in Beicheng District.

Nearly [-] protest workers stood downstairs, with banners fluttering, waving flags and shouting.

It is because there is no channel feedback that they will use this method to speak.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao re-enacted the three-week purpose operation, and asked the lady at the front desk to notify the leader after reporting to the door.

He then took Huihara Ai and took the elevator to the rooftop.

Yasuda Lun also saw strangers approaching and threatened:

"Don't come over, come over again and I'll jump!"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao spread out his hands and showed his familiarity.

He has experienced it several times, even if it is a hole, it should be poked in:

"The surgery fee for your father Luye's hospitalization has already been collected."

"really?"

"Really, where do you sit first and don't move, or you will easily fall off."

While he comforted the other party with words, he and Haibara Ai quickly stepped forward.

He also forcibly dragged Yasuda Lun from the other side of the railing.

At the same time, the chairman of Sanhe Group pushed in the door with his secretary:

"I didn't expect that the noble son of the police would come in person, and he would miss him from afar, but he still looks to Haihan."

This flattering smile, Suzuki Qiaoqiao is tired of seeing:

"Long story short, do you know the origin of the people downstairs?"

"I know, but..."

"There's nothing wrong. You know how much you should pay. I'm a reasonable person, and I only give you seven days. If you don't do well, from now on, Nara will have no place for you."

The pain point of capitalists is profit.

Even if it is a verbal threat, it must be a threat of interest.

Whether Suzuki Qiaoqiao can influence Suzuki Shiro's decision is unknown.

However, the chairman of Sanhe Group does not gamble, nor can he gamble.

Honestly give the money that should be given, which is good for everyone.

If you have to fight against it, the loss will be even more serious.

He called Yasuda Lunya, who had never returned to God, and turned to leave.

After entering the elevator, Haibara tugged at the bottom of Suzuki's trousers.

The latter turned his head, glanced at her and asked:

"Xiao Ai, what's wrong?"

"Squat down."

Haiyuan grimaced with his fingers, motioning for him to come over.

The height difference between the two is seventy to eighty centimeters, and only in this way can they whisper.

When her boyfriend squatted down, she leaned into her ear and whispered:

"Does the operation cost 50 yen? I'll pay 20."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao shrank his neck back, slightly surprised:

"Where did you get the money? It won't be an academic paper again, will it?"

"Yeah, I posted another one a few days ago, and I got a lot of writing fees."

Academic journals, after all, are not story meetings.

There are very high requirements for the relevant professional level.

Authors submit articles to journals, usually under their own name.

But Haihara Ai changed her name to JOJO in order to hide her identity.

This made the editor-in-chief of the magazine mistakenly think that she was a top university professor who came out to make extra money.

The remuneration offered is naturally much higher.

"No need, I'll just pay."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao stroked her hair lightly and said with a smile:

"You have this spare money, just invite me to dinner next time."

The two are currently a couple, and it doesn't matter who pays.

The boyfriend gave the steps, and Haihara Ai followed the trend:

"Okay, let's say it, I'll pay next time."

The three left the building and went to the bank across the street.

Suzuki Takahashi took 50 yen from the counter and handed it to Yasuda Renya:

"Remember, live a good life in the future. The compensation from Sanhe Group should be regarded as the nutritional expenses after the operation."

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

An Tian Lun also held the banknotes and was about to cry:

"Benefactor, what's your name? Where do you live? When I have the money, I will definitely give it back to you!"

"Need not."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao waved goodbye to him, took Huihara Ai, and walked towards the car:

"We have other things to deal with, let's go first."

……

At seven o'clock in the evening, the search for Xicheng District and Beicheng District was completed.

In the entire city of Nara, only the Fukuyama Building has not been tested at present.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao stopped across the street with his hands on the steering wheel, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Haiyuan looked at him sadly and touched his forehead to show encouragement:

"Honey, come on."

Suzuki Takashi nodded, picked up his backpack, and walked towards the Fukuyama Building.

If you do not receive a system prompt when you reach the 7th floor, the explanation is not here.

Next, it is time to go to Osaka immediately and recover the third consciousness fragment.

As the numbers on the elevator continued to climb, his heart tightened.

3rd floor, 4th floor, 5th floor...

When the elevator reached the 6th floor, Suzuki Takashi's pupils dilated slightly.

In his eyes, a display of digital distance appeared.

Unexpectedly, the fragments of consciousness are still here!

Back on the same day, it didn't escape?

Suzuki Qiaoqiao adjusted his mood and called his girlfriend:

"Xiao Ai, it's here."

"Okay, you come down first."

Last night, the two discussed several countermeasures.

In order to reproduce the situation for the purpose of three weeks, try to restore the operation at that time.

Last time I went up at eleven o'clock, this time it will also be eleven o'clock.

Four hours of preparation time is enough to eat a full meal and recharge.

……

Evening, 10:30.

Ai Haibara was holding a telescope and standing on the rooftop of another building.

The view here is wide, but it is a little cold.

Suzuki Takahashi chased in the last three weeks and was intercepted by a traffic light.

Subsequent driving to search, but lost the target.

Based on this, Haibara Ai judged that the mysterious power may not have escaped far.