Conan's winery play house

Chapter 348 Invitation

The black Porsche was parked outside the gate, and the teddy bear got out of the car first.

"Goodbye Papa, goodbye Uncle Vodka." The boy kissed Gin on the face while saying this.

Then he was thrown out of the car by Gin Jiu with a blank expression on his face.

"Drive." He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, then ordered vodka indifferently.

"Ivy is really enthusiastic about you, brother." Vodka envied.

He also wanted to be hugged and held high by the white ghost.

Damn, how could I be jealous of my elder brother!
It shouldn't be!
Vodka slapped himself viciously in his heart.

"You can imagine the feeling of being licked passionately by a dog." Gin put away the handkerchief and said.

"...It feels... sticky." Vodka imagined the scene of an enthusiastic dog licking his face, and his tone was confused.

The puppy is so cute.

"... Drive well." Gin looked at Vodka with complex eyes, as if looking at some kind of incomprehensible creature, and finally said so.

Vodka itself is not stupid, and has a strong auxiliary ability, but he can't fight alone. In addition, he has been following behind the gin and doing what he says, so he has developed a habit of not being assertive.

But it's still useful, otherwise Gin wouldn't have kept a useless trash by his side as a partner.

But vodka becomes a real idiot once he meets Aveklear.

Gin can't understand Vodka's star-chasing psychology, because he has never been a star-chaser, and he doesn't bother chasing stars.

What he wants, he will get, in his hands.

The silver-haired man saw himself in the rearview mirror, his scarlet eyes were indifferent and deep, and he closed them.

Vodka also began to drive honestly.

Don't disturb the eldest brother when he closes his eyes, otherwise he will receive a murderous look.

This is the experience of following classes for many years.

.......
"For invitations, phone invitations are better, paper ones will leave traces, and phone records can be erased." Aituo returned to the house and began to think about how to send out invitations.

Finally chose to invite using the phone.

He sat on the sofa, took out his computer, and tapped the keyboard with his fingers.

"Teiji Moriya's contact number..."

The operator can query the number belonging to this identity through the identity query.

Teiji Moritani is also a well-known architect, and the contact number of the other party can be found directly on the website.

This is really a simple step.

Aito controlled the vocal cords, cleared his throat, and dialed Teiji Moritani's phone number.

When he spoke again, his voice had turned into a low, hoarse man's voice.

It's like the rough gravel passing through the frosted paper, which makes people can't help but prick their ears.

"Hello, Mr. Moriya Teiji..."

……

It was past nine o'clock in the evening, and Teiji Moritani was still asleep.

He has a habit of drinking a glass of red wine before going to bed.

So at this time, wrapped in pajamas, sitting on the bed, wearing glasses, reading a book, while occasionally sipping red wine.

He had no wife, no children, not even a servant.

Because he is an extreme obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionist.

The pursuit of absolute symmetry and perfection.

Human beings cannot be absolutely symmetrical.

So he has no interest in people.

Except for occasionally arranging professionals to come to clean up, the daily cooking is even done by himself.

Regarding granulated sugar, the amount of butter even needs to be professionally checked.

The book he was reading was "Blasting Engineering", and there were even "Chemical Manufacturing of Explosives" and "Theory of Making Bombs" on the bedside table.

"Damn white ghost." He suddenly frowned and cursed.

"If it wasn't for him, I would have succeeded." His face was contorted with anger.

He originally planned to steal the gunpowder from the Dongyang Gunpowder Depot, make bombs, and blow up all the buildings that he designed that were not perfect, and let someone feel a lot of pain by the way.

He has even observed the Dongyang Gunpowder Store and determined that he has a 100% chance of successfully stealing the gunpowder.

However, the white ghost suddenly blew up there.

All gunpowder is gone.

Nearby buildings were damaged and are still being repaired.

There was no gunpowder at all.

He also wanted to visit other gunpowder depots, but because of the white ghost's action, the guards of all powder depots became stricter.

The probability of success is greatly reduced, but there is a great possibility of being caught on the spot.

So Moriya Teiji had to give up the idea of ​​stealing the gunpowder magazine.

Start looking for other ways to get gunpowder.

According to his plan, the number of buildings he was going to blow up was not small, and the area was not small, so he would naturally need more gunpowder.

Only enough gunpowder would allow him to make enough bombs.

But no one can provide him with a lot of gunpowder.

The plan stalled again.

He started his nightly bedtime activities again, scolding the culprit, the white ghost.

Hearing the mobile phone ringing, he immediately changed his expression and tone, and connected the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Moriya Teiji, our organization discovered your extraordinary ability and talent in architectural design, and decided to invite you to join the organization..." The voice on the other side was hoarse and deep, like an adult man with a hoarse voice due to a cold.

"What does your organization do? Sorry, I'm not going to join a design company..." Teiji Moritani skillfully refused.

There are not a few design companies that want to invite him to join, but he doesn't care.

Of course it's the same this time...

"We organize any business, as long as there are benefits to be gained." The voice on the other end of the phone said so.

Teiji Moritani's refusal was beyond words.

You can do anything for the sake of profit...you can't talk nonsense.

"Killing people? Do you do it too?" Moriya Teiji asked sarcastically, as if he didn't believe it.

"Of course, as long as you can afford the price, anyone's life can be bought." The man on the other end of the phone seemed not to care about Teiji Moriya's doubts at all, and continued to speak calmly.

It turned out to be a criminal organization.

Emperor Moriya understood.

Those who can do anything and take risks for profit are naturally illegal criminal organizations. After all, those with the greatest interests are usually illegal.

"...Why should I join your organization? What can you give me?" Moriya Teiji asked.

"Wealth, status, power, fame, whatever you want, you can get it." The voice of the man on the other end of the phone was calm but full of confidence.

It seems that as long as you join their organization, you can have everything.

"I don't want any of these, I want gunpowder, not a little bit, but a lot of gunpowder, do you have any?" Moriya Teiji sneered at those things and asked provocatively.

"Of course, but what can you give? If you want to get something, you have to give first. Have you ever heard of this truth?" The man on the other side replied without hesitation, as if getting a lot of gunpowder was just a piece of cake things.

"I will join your organization and serve you." Moriya Teiji said.

"Well, if that's the case, it's fine." The person on the other end of the phone was a little satisfied.

"But, Mr. Moriya Teiji. In fact, you are still under observation. Our organization does not need ordinary architects." His voice was hoarse and deep, but he was exceptionally calm.

"So we're willing to supply you with the gunpowder you need," he said instead.

"What do you want?" Moriya Teiji asked after taking a deep breath.

Dealing with organized crime, that's what it is.

no big deal.

"A certificate of nomination, Mr. Teiji Moritani." The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be smiling.

"Please tell me a location, and the quantity of gunpowder you need, and we will notify you when it is delivered."

"I don't think you can only do architectural design."

"Please use the gunpowder to your heart's content and prove your ability," he said.

　I don't want to write a cookie-cutter plot, and I don't want to hit the ground.

　　No one should write about the direction of this plot, damn it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)