Ke Xue World Technology Becomes King

Although there were quite a few surprises in the morning trip, which affected some of my emotions, after the afternoon trip to the cinema, today's date was relatively successful.

In the following days, as the days of being the victim slowly passed, Miyamoto Kiyohisa finally stopped hiding in the safe house.

Every once in a while, I would go to the company for a few trips, or go out with Ayako to enhance my relationship.

In this way, Miyamoto Kiyoshi felt that more than ten days had passed, but the time displayed on the phone was already more than a month later.

"Jingle Bell."

The cell phone on the table suddenly rang.

"Huh? Who is calling? Don't you know I have a day off today?"

After getting out of bed in a daze, Miyamoto Kiyoshi picked up the mobile phone on the table and took a look.

"Huh? Why is uncle calling me so early in the morning?"

"Uncle Zhengji, what happened? Why did you call me suddenly?"

"Hahaha, Kiyohisa, thanks to the gust of wind you blew, uncle, I have been successfully promoted. From today on, you can call me the deputy director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

The happy voice poured directly into Miyamoto Kiyoshi's ears from the other end of the phone.

"Really? Congratulations to you, Uncle Zhengji. If this happens, after Director Baima steps down, you may have the opportunity to sit in that position."

"Hahaha, there's still a long way to go. Compared to Minister Hattori in Osaka, I guess the only advantage I have is that I'm from Tokyo, right?"

Although he was happy, Miyamoto Masaki did not think too highly of himself, but had a very clear understanding of himself.

"Haha, that's hard to say. With the personalities of the people above, they may not necessarily only look at merit and political achievements."

With a sneer, Miyamoto Kiyoshi's words were full of disdain.

"Besides, uncle, don't you have me behind you? You know, I was the man who was called the king of the financial world back then. In Japan, many things still rely on the things in my hands to speak for themselves."

When saying this, Miyamoto Kiyoshi's tone was full of confidence.

"Hahaha, that's true. Even this time, it's all thanks to you. Otherwise, would I have been able to sit in this position? It's hard to say."

Knowing that his nephew and brother definitely contributed a lot behind his promotion, Miyamoto Masami certainly would not be arrogant.

"Oh, by the way, it seems that Minister Hattori's son is coming to Tokyo in the past two days. When we were talking a few days ago, he mentioned that he was also a master of swordsmanship. How about it? Are you interested in meeting him?"

"Hattori Minister's son?"

Four big words suddenly appeared in Miyamoto Kiyoshi's mind, Osaka Black Chicken!

"Okay, uncle. If he comes then, just ask Hideo to pick him up. This will save him the trouble of finding a place to stay in Tokyo."

Miyamoto Kiyoshi's impression of Hattori Heiji is quite good. Although he also belongs to the ranks of the gods of death, compared with Conan and Mouri Kogoro, it is obviously easier for this Osaka black chicken to obtain the death-free gold medal here.

"Okay, it just so happens that I have to tell Hideo the good news, so I'll tell you the news together."

After saying that, Miyamoto Masaki hung up the phone.

"Uncle Zhengji has succeeded, but I don't know when the news will come from dad."

After hanging up the phone and relaxing for a while, Miyamoto Kiyoshi thought to himself.

but. Unlike the police department, which has strict promotion pathways, Congress has other pathways for the appointment of ministers.

In particular, Masato Miyamoto did not get along well with most of the conservatives in the Prime Minister's circle, which made his promotion also hampered.

In this case, if he wanted to continue to be promoted, Miyamoto Masato had to vigorously develop his power in Congress and secretly inserted quite a few important officials into government departments at all levels. Of course, the main source of funds for all these actions was Provided by Kiyohisa Miyamoto.

Putting these aside for now, while taking a break, Miyamoto Kiyoshi asked Suzuki Ayako to go out to participate in an art exhibition, and by the way, Suzuki Ayako came into contact with part of his career that he had put on the bright side.

Then it was a calm day. Because nothing happened in elementary and high schools, the crime rate on the streets of Tokyo dropped significantly.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, Shibata Hideo's phone call came to Miyamoto Kiyoshi.

"Brother Kiyohisa, the son of Minister Hattori has arrived. I wonder where to take him?"

"Ah, are you here today? Let's just bring him here first and ask him about his intentions first."

After stroking the phone in his hand, Miyamoto Kiyoshi responded.

Half an hour later, Hideo Shibata and a young man appeared on the display screen on the wall in front of Miyamoto Kiyoshi.

"Oh, I don't know how it grows, but it's so dark!"

Although he had heard about Hattori Heiji's dark skin for a long time, but now that he saw it with his own eyes for the first time, Miyamoto Kiyoshi couldn't help but marvel.

Without keeping the other party waiting, Miyamoto Kiyoshi immediately opened the upward elevator passage. Not long after, the floor displayed on the elevator door in front of the room reached his own floor.

"I asked, what's going on in your house? Why does it look like a safe house? Why, have you been threatened by anyone recently?"

As soon as the elevator door opened, a dark figure rushed out and asked Miyamoto Kiyoshi.

"Hahaha, it's not like that. It's built like this just out of personal preference. What do you think, are you interested in my house? If you like it, you can live here these days. It's just on the floor below. If it’s empty, it’s empty.”

Not caring at all what the other party said about his house, Miyamoto Kiyoshi asked Hattori Heiji with a smile.

"Forget it, one person lives in a whole building. Living in a house like this will definitely drive me crazy."

He quickly waved his hand, but Hattori Heiji was obviously quite resistant.

"That's okay, but in this case I can only invite you to stay in a hotel owned by the Miyamoto family. Of course, food and accommodation are free."

"It's okay, it's okay. I don't really care about where I live."

Hattori Heiji, who had brought little money to Tokyo when he heard that food and accommodation were free, his eyes lit up and he nodded in agreement.

"By the way, is there anything else going on today? If nothing else, I heard that your swordsmanship is pretty good. Do you want us to come and spar?"

After hearing Miyamoto Kiyohisa's words, Hideo Shibata, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but shrink back and retreated to the corner before standing firm.

"Don't agree to it, brother, or you will be beaten badly."

Silently warning in his heart, Hideo Shibata didn't care whether the other party could hear him or not.

"No, brother Miyamoto, I came to Tokyo for a purpose. Do you know where Kudo Shinichi lives? I came here specifically to see him."

"Kudo Shinichi? Although I don't know where he is now, I believe there is a place where you should be able to get some clues."

In Miyamoto Kiyoshi's mind, he suddenly recalled the relevant details of this case.

The deceased was an official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, who happened to be one of the conservative figures, and there seemed to be scandals to dig up. In this way, Dad should be able to send people to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and also crack down on the conservatives. Fame, what a double blessing!