Ke Xue World Technology Becomes King

At noon, after rejecting the organizer's invitation to have dinner together at the hotel, Miyamoto Kiyoshi simply ate something in the cafeteria with Hattori Heiji.

After all, if you go to the hotel with the organizer, there will definitely be a lot of trivial matters involved. It would be bad if you don't have to worry about it. Even if Miyamoto Kiyoshi doesn't care about it very much now, he still adheres to the principle that one thing is worse than one thing less. In principle, Miyamoto Kiyoshi still prefers to believe in the fast food designated by the high school.

"Brother Hattori, why are you still looking at your phone while eating? Could it be that you have a girlfriend recently?"

Because he was eating with students, Miyamoto Kiyohisa naturally couldn't find any meal partners, so he sat with Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuba. However, during the meal, Miyamoto Kiyoshi discovered that Hattori Heiji seemed to He keeps staring at his mobile phone and sends a message from time to time, like a young boy ready to bloom.

Hearing Miyamoto Kiyohisa's question, Toyama Kazuha, who was sitting aside, immediately pricked up his ears secretly, wanting to see what Hattori Heiji was going on?

"Where, how can it be? No, am I sending a message to Conan to tell them where I am?"

"Conan and the others?"

The combination of two gods of death and one angel appeared in Miyamoto Kiyohisa's mind. Unknowingly, the Wave Sports Center in front of him seemed to be cast in a blood-colored shadow.

As for Toyama Kazuha, after hearing that the person Hattori Heiji was chatting with was Conan, he hurriedly patted his chest, as if he was greatly relieved.

"So that's it. So what you just mentioned are Mr. Mori and his daughter?"

"Yes, it's them."

After hearing this, Miyamoto Kiyoshi's original one-in-ten thousand chance of luck was completely cleared. He secretly made up his mind to find an excuse to leave after lunch, otherwise it would be bad luck.

After quickly finishing his lunch, after brewing his emotions for a while and thinking about the reasons, Miyamoto Kiyoshi turned his head to Hattori Heiji.

"By the way, Hattori-san, in the afternoon I should..."

Miyamoto Kiyohisa's words were still on his lips when the organizer's voice suddenly sounded from the side.

"Mr. Miyamoto, you are eating here. Let me introduce you to him. This is the deputy mayor of Osaka City. He came here to see you after hearing that you were here."

After swallowing the words he had not yet spoken, Miyamoto Kiyoshi looked in the direction pointed by the other party. An old man in his sixties with a slightly thin body and gray hair was in the distance, surrounded by two or three young people in black clothes. People are coming here step by step.

However, there were many people in the cafeteria, so the two naturally would not talk here. Before the other party came here, Miyamoto Kiyoshi stood up and called the organizer, asking him to prepare a reception room for himself. The person left the canteen like this.

"Mr. Miyamoto, because the mayor has something to do elsewhere today, I am here to receive you. Please don't mind."

"Oh, then, deputy mayor, why did you take time out of your busy schedule to come see me?"

The person opposite him looks like a conservative person at first glance, and Miyamoto Kiyoshi will naturally not give him a good look, even though the two sides are not completely at odds with each other now.

"Hahaha, as expected of Mr. Miyamoto, he speaks quickly and quickly."

Although Miyamoto Kiyohisa didn't give himself much face, the deputy mayor was not angry. Instead, he smiled and looked at Miyamoto Kiyohisa.

"That's right. Osaka recently hopes to promote the development of the technology industry, and your Miyamoto Foundation is the largest leader in Japanese technology companies, so..."

"I remember, doesn't the Miyamoto Foundation have a branch in Osaka? Why, do you have other needs?"

"Mr. Miyamoto, you are joking. In fact, you also know that most of your company's distribution in Osaka are assembly factories. There are almost no projects with real core technologies in Osaka."

"Well, it seems that you, deputy mayor, know my company quite well. Let's talk about the sincerity between you and the mayor of Osaka."

"Well, as expected of Mr. Miyamoto!"

The deputy mayor praised again, with a bit of solemnity in his eyes.

"These are some of the conditions that I met with Mr. Mayor and finalized. Mr. Miyamoto, please take a look."

Knowing that Miyamoto Kiyohisa had seen through the truth, the deputy mayor simply stopped acting and made it clear, handing over a printed document in his hand to Miyamoto Kiyoshi.

"Well, let's not look at this for now. I have a question to ask Mr. Vice Mayor. In your heart, which one is more important, Osaka, or your own future?"

After taking the file, Miyamoto Kiyoshi was not in a hurry to open the file. Instead, he looked at the deputy mayor in front of him and asked with a smile on his face.

"Hey, life is really scary, Mr. Miyamoto, I am already so old, and I have pretty much figured out my future. Now, for me, Osaka, who has been with me for so long, is naturally more important. .”

After a moment of silence, the deputy mayor seemed to have thought of something, sighed and spoke out.

"Okay, the deputy mayor really knows the general picture."

Miyamoto Kiyoshi handed the document in his hand back to the other party.

"Mr. Miyamoto, what is this?"

Regarding Miyamoto Kiyohisa's move, the deputy mayor also showed doubts on his face.

"Please, Mr. Deputy Mayor, please forward the question I just asked to Mr. Mayor. If his answer is similar to yours, then I don't need to read this document. If his answer is contrary to yours, I don’t have to read this document either, but I’m still looking forward to the answer.”

Miyamoto Kiyohisa smiled and stood up after finishing his words and walked out of the office.

“I don’t know what the weather will be like in Osaka next time.”

Looking up at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, Miyamoto Kiyoshi shook his head and walked towards the bustling stadium.

"You are indeed young and promising, young and promising!"

The deputy mayor stared blankly at the empty seat in front of him, muttering to himself, not knowing what he was thinking of, then picked up the documents on the table and threw them into the arms of the bodyguard.

"Let's get rid of it later. He is right. This is of no use at all. For those of us, what can really constrain our behavior is not the so-called rules and systems, but the beating heart. .”

Then, ignoring the efforts of the organizer of the Kinki Kendo Competition to stay, the deputy mayor asked the driver to drive directly to the Osaka City Hall, where the mayor of Osaka was waiting for his good news.