Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 128 I have always been generous to my friends
As soon as the door was opened, the familiar singing came to Fu Jiang's ears.

It was Xiaolan and Sonoko who sang together, which seemed to be the theme song of the early stage of Detective Conan.

The singing stopped, Xiaolan and Yuanzi looked at Fu Jiang in surprise.

The Supasian who was drinking glanced at the door, "Walk into the wrong room?"

"I'm."

Fu Jiang was about to speak when Conan, who was sitting on the sofa, kicked his legs and jumped down.

"No, you are not!"

Conan was very angry, this guy is never finished, he snatched Xiaolan to watch a movie at Christmas, but he followed him today?
"Conan, don't make trouble." Xiaolan hurried over to hug Conan, and smiled apologetically at Fu Jiang.

"It's okay." Tomie waved his hand and looked at Tatsuya Kimura again.

"I'm your brother's friend, and I'm here to attend your Rex band's celebration banquet on his behalf."

Fu Jiang twitched the corner of his mouth, "Congratulations to you Rex's new song selling well."

"My brother?" Tatsuya seemed to have drunk a lot, his eyes were full of drunkenness, and he leaned limply on the sofa, "Hmph, he doesn't have the face to come, does he?"

"I thought you knew." Fu Jiang pressed his short hat, "He is serving his sentence in prison, so naturally he can't come to celebrate for you in person."

"What?" Tatsuya straightened his body, the drunkenness in his eyes disappeared, and he was full of worry.

But before ordinary people could catch the worry in his eyes, he skillfully changed his expression to contempt and disgust.

"Well done, I think he deserves it." Tatsuya raised his glass and drank heavily, "It would be better for a person like him to die in prison. I think today's celebration banquet is not to celebrate the band, but to celebrate It was held to celebrate him rolling into prison, hahaha!"

After all, he held his wine glass tightly and laughed.

Under the 8 o'clock insight, his right hand, which was blue from too much force, has nowhere to hide.

"Tatsuya, how can you say that about your brother." A good-looking woman persuaded.

She is the manager of Rex Band, Terahara Mari, and also the murderer of the karaoke murder in the original book.

Although she thought she had made up her mind to kill, she still subconsciously worried that Tatsuya and her family would have a deadlock.

"Shut up, ugly girl, you don't have to worry about my affairs!" Tatsuya yelled at her impatiently.

After speaking, seeing Mari's obviously hurt eyes, Tatsuya's eyes flashed a trace of unbearable, and then turned into disdain and boredom.

Fu Jiang pressed his top hat, and the shadow of the brim of the hat blocked his weird eyes.

The two brothers in this family are simply two extremes.

A hippie smiling face all day long, with a face thicker than a city wall, laughing and laughing with you on the surface, but scolding you behind your back.

A face that you owe him money all day long, on the surface he is annoying and tired of you, but in his heart he really cares.

To be able to raise such two sons, think of the meeting with Dakeng Huo Kimura Ryuken.
Their father is a genius, and the Yamaguchi group picked up a ghost.

Seeing Tatsuya who mocked the other members of the orchestra one by one, Fu Jiang rolled his eyes.

He personally couldn't understand such an awkward person like Kimura Tatsuya, but he insisted on pretending not to care if he liked it. It seemed strange that expressing his emotions correctly would kill him.

Fu Jiang believes that this can be classified as some kind of social barrier, depending on the degree, it may be no less than Cohen's autism.

It was the kind that needed treatment, otherwise that mouth might not cause any trouble.

Just like this murder case.

Glancing at Conan, Fu Jiang reopened the door, "I'm going to the toilet."

Tatsuya was taken aback for a moment, he guessed this was an excuse for Fu Jiang to leave.

After all, his previous attitude was obviously not very good.

Thinking of his brother's friend who specially came to help him celebrate, but because he failed to express his gratitude correctly, he felt a little guilty.

"Hey, let's go, I didn't invite you, who cares." Tatsuya curled his lips.

Conan's fist is hardened, this man really needs to be beaten, can I kick him?

Although he doesn't seem to have much friendship with Fu Jiang, Conan is a little upset to see him come here to help people to celebrate, and after he left disappointed, others still have this attitude.

"I have to go to the toilet too." Conan jumped up and opened the door, and ran out quickly.

It's rare to see him deflated, so let's comfort him a little.

After going out, Conan glanced left and right, and found Fu Jiang walking around the corner.

That was indeed the direction of the toilet. Did he really just go to the toilet?

It's true, he has always looked very indifferent, and other people's attitudes should not affect his mood.

But, it's all out, let's go to the toilet by the way.

Conan followed, and at the door of the toilet, he heard a strange sound.

". Terman!"

Conan froze for a moment, Terman?What Terman?Code word?
After walking in, he saw Fu Jiang who was arranging his low top hat and the hem of his clothes with his back facing him.

"Fujiang Gege, what were you doing just now? What Teman?"

He, heard, arrived, already?
Fu Jiang's movements stopped, as if time stood still.

He turned his head slowly and pulled out an awkward but not polite smile.

However, coupled with the pinhole-sized pupils and the ferocious and white teeth exposed at the corners of the mouth, the effect is probably similar to that of a zombie looking back and smiling.

Conan squatted halfway, his waist twisted slightly, ready to turn around and run at any time.

No way no way?Fu Jiang's temper can't be so bad, can he?You won't be mad because your attitude is not good enough, right?

"Why, what's the matter, Fujiang Gege? He's just here to pee."

Fu Jiang came back to his senses, restraining the killing intent he had inadvertently released.

Judging from the results, it was relatively good. Fortunately, he didn't use seven children to summon the system just because he hid in the toilet.

And the initial summoning spell Conan has not heard all, so he did not die.

"It's not Terman, it's him." Fu Jiang stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets, "You got it wrong."

An adhesive tape appeared in his palm and fell into his trouser pocket.

"I prepared gifts worth several million yen for him, but I was very annoyed at his attitude, so I scolded him a few times."

Conan was startled, his eyes were bigger than a cow's, and he forgot what he was here for.

"A few million yen?" Conan swallowed, "Are you so rich?"

How many million yen is it to send a gift casually?
"It's not rich." Fu Jiang shook his head, "It's just that I have always been generous to my friends."

"Hey, Fujie Gege, are we friends?" Conan came up with a smile on his face.

At this distance, he could hug Fu Jiang's lap with his arms outstretched.

Recently, Conan is also a little short of money. He wants to buy some gifts for Xiaolan to make up for the Christmas debt, so that Xiaolan will not be snatched away by the male fox Fu Jiang so easily.

But he has no money. It is true that his father is rich, but no matter how rich he is, it is not his money. He is just a minor.

When he was a detective, he always helped solve murders for free, so he didn't have any savings and lived on pocket money.

Even so, on weekdays he just opened his mouth when he wanted to buy something.

But now it's not the usual, he's getting smaller, and he hasn't thought about whether to tell his parents about it, whether to involve them or not.

Although he can use a voice changer, he can imagine what will happen after he asks for money with a little brainstorming.

If you ask the motherfucker, something like this is bound to happen:

"What's the matter, Xinjiang? Why are you suddenly short of money? Did something happen? Did some gangster blackmail you? No? Does that mean you started gambling?"

Then no matter how he answers, his mother will ask Dr. A Li to find out the situation, and Dr. A Li obviously can't hide it.

It's useless to ask his dad, because his dad will definitely tell his mother.

So, after careful consideration, he decided to turn to Fu Jiang, a generous and wealthy man.

Good guy, it's you, Conan, who use Fu Jiang's money to rob people with Fu Jiang.

"Friend?" Fu Jiang looked down at Conan whose forehead was only a few centimeters away from his knee, "No, you are not my friend."

(End of this chapter)