Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

The sun rises and sets, clouds gather and disperse, and in the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed since the two major explosions occurred on September 1st.

Perhaps, God does not want to see the human beings he loves immersed in pain and regret.

Therefore, He, with compassion in His heart, depicts time, a kind of symbiosis that humans can feel but cannot touch, and is closely related to humans and entangled with them from birth to death.

It is endowed with the qualities and colors of forgetting and diluting all emotions.

Although these are not effective for everyone, for some people, they may even have the exact opposite effect.

But most people have long forgotten how they felt when they learned about the major explosions at Tokyo Port and Yokohama Port, and the involvement of human trafficking and major drug trafficking cases.

Looking back now, the anger, grief and tears that came from my heart at that time seem to have left only a shallow trace.

After some time, perhaps even these traces will no longer exist.

On the ruins that carried countless blood and tears, the new Port of Tokyo and Port of Yokohama are now under construction.

After the new drug control bill was enacted and implemented, the once rampant underground drug trafficking and drug proliferation problems have been effectively and significantly curbed under severe punishment.

In contrast, those legal provisions related to human trafficking are still in the bill amendment process.

It seems that the prospects are uncertain.

However, the media and most people are not paying attention to these things right now.

Recently, with the official arrival of the red leaf season, the red leaf season tourism line promoted by the Ooka Foundation has attracted the attention of countless people.

A treasure hunt competition with the gimmick of exploring the red leaf treasure that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and a special tourist line for the beautiful red leaf season.

In addition, in order to follow the nostalgic style, the interior of the red leaf train is decorated in different styles such as the Heiankyo period, Kamakura period, and Edo period.

It can be said that a large number of people were accurately controlled.

Ooka Residence, Kyoto.

Due to the various feedbacks received in the past few days regarding its newly developed red leaf season tourist routes, all of them are heading towards becoming very popular.

The head of the Ooka family, who always appears serious at home, has been kind to everyone recently.

Even when attending business gatherings, the polite smile on his face, which was always only three-quarters exposed, seemed more genuine.

Even when facing his old rival, Shiro Suzuki, the head of the Suzuki Group, he could still smile without any sarcasm.

But that's normal. The chosen heir is no longer love-brained, has excellent abilities, is ambitious, and has made some achievements.

The heir of the old rival next door is still in a state of being unable to stand on his own feet. Anyone would feel unhappy.

In the study,

The head of the Ooka family, who was so happy that he almost had smile lines on his face these days, closed the plan in his hand, looked at his daughter Ooka Hongye with satisfaction, and said with a look of satisfaction:

"Yes, this proposal is much better than the last one, and it takes into account the details that were overlooked in the last proposal.

Although there are still some minor problems here, it’s good enough that you can get to this point.”

Upon hearing this, Ooka Hongye immediately closed the golden and red fan in her hand and frowned slightly.

"Please enlighten me, Dad. Where did I fail to consider this?"

Seeing that his daughter did not show any joy or arrogance due to his praise, but instead asked him what was lacking, the head of the Ooka family felt more and more satisfied.

This plan is actually very complete. If there is any problem, it is that it is too idealistic in execution and lacks practical experience.

The head of the Ooka family briefly explained and finally said:

“In fact, no matter how detailed you describe this kind of thing, it is not as thorough as experiencing it yourself.

Hongye, you have been in charge of many investment planning cases during this period, and the results were very good, especially the planning scheme for the red leaf season tourism line.

It can be seen that you have learned very well what your elite private teacher and I taught you.

But the plan on paper and its implementation in reality are two completely different concepts.”

Ooka Hongye felt something in her heart, and she seemed to anticipate what her father would say to her next.

“Some problems cannot be seen from written knowledge and planning schemes alone.

Only when you experience it yourself will you know what kind of problems there will be and what situations will arise that are difficult to predict in the plans.

So, three days later, after the opening ceremony of the treasure hunt competition for the Red Leaf Season Tourist Line, you will take Yizhi and the others on a Red Leaf Special Train.

Go take a closer look and see for yourself what the results of the plan you have drawn up will be when it is actually implemented."

Thinking that she would be asked to personally participate in the implementation of the plan, Ooka Hongye did not expect that the plan proposed by her father was not the one she had just submitted.

Rather, it was the special tourism line planning proposal for the red leaf season that had been more than half executed and was only missing the last step.

Ooka Momiji wanted to experience the entire process of planning execution from the beginning, but was rejected by the head of the Ooka family.

The reason why he made such a request was that he felt there was no need to start with something difficult right away, and that he should start with a plan that had been almost executed, and then work his way up later.

Secondly, during the past six months, Ooka Hongye has either been receiving high-intensity elite education or involved in various affairs of the consortium.

There was no relaxation at all.

The head of the Ooka family hopes to take this opportunity to let his daughter relax during the seven-day activity.

Although the head of the Ooka family was very strict in the education of his daughter Ooka Momiji, he also loved her.

Otherwise, Ooka Momiji would not be trained as the actual heir.

In the Japanese business circle, many company and business leaders have only one or several daughters.

Although his daughter was nominally designated as the heir, in reality, he was just treating her as a mascot.

In reality, the marriage between children is used as a bond to select a son-in-law with outstanding abilities to inherit the family business.

Many people in power who attach great importance to blood ties and do not want to, or are unwilling to, hand over their family business to their sons-in-law or adopted sons will set their sights on male offspring born to their daughters and sons-in-law.

Cultivate a successor who is related to him by blood.

However, this kind of situation will test the lifespan and luck of the person in power.

If an unexpected person dies before the next-generation heir grows up, then it will all end in regret and you will have bad luck.

Therefore, in order to avoid this situation, many company leaders who only have daughters will either choose a husband for their daughters early on.

If you don't want to train a son-in-law or adopt a son as an heir, let your daughter and son-in-law get married and have children early.

Or, adopt a child from your brothers or cousins ​​and raise him or her from a young age.

Of course, there is another situation besides this, that is, having only daughters means that he only has daughters with his legal wife.

In fact, he secretly had several illegitimate children with his mistress.

Then the illegitimate child will be trained as an heir to inherit the family business.

Among the many wealthy chaebols in Japan, those who are courageous enough to train their daughters as male heirs and entrust the future of the entire consortium to their daughters like the head of the Ooka family are truly rare.

Ooka Hongye was stunned for a moment, looking at the unmistakable concern and love in the eyes of the head of the Ooka family, she pursed her lips and stopped refusing.

Tokyo Beikacho, Mori Detective Agency.

Conan, who had just returned from Kudo's house, saw Kogoro Mouri, who usually slumped in his office chair and looked lifeless, as soon as he entered the room. Kogoro Mouri, who was usually decadent, was in high spirits and was rummaging through the closet for clothes as if he had been injected with three pounds of chicken blood.

There were a bunch of clothes and pants scattered all over the floor, crumpled into various shapes, as if they were about to be packed up and thrown into the trash can.

The sharp-eyed Conan even caught a glimpse of an expensive suit among them, which was once cherished by Kogoro Mouri and was only worn on important occasions.

The suit was still wrapped in a dust bag, but now, lying on the floor, it looked no different from any of the cheap suits on sale at a discount store on the street.

If there is anything, it is that no matter how cheap the suits in the mall are, they will be disguised as high-end goods by the mall salesperson and hung neatly on the hanger.

Rather than just throwing it on the floor.

Kogoro Mouri didn't notice anyone coming in at all.

Even though Conan was standing less than a meter away from him, the setting sun outside the window stretched Conan's shadow and shone it onto the wardrobe.

Kogoro Mouri was still sticking his butt out, rummaging through the closet with great concentration.

While turning the pages, he was still muttering excitedly:

"Hey, where did it go? I remember that piece of clothing was placed in this closet..."

While muttering, Kogoro Mori seemed to be thinking about something else in his mind.

Conan, who was already standing next to the closet, listened to Kogoro Mouri rummaging through the closet with all his might. In addition to muttering to himself, he would also laugh from time to time.

He looked in confusion at Mouri Ran, who walked out of the room without changing her expression and ignored Mouri Kogoro's appearance.

"Uncle Maori, what happened?"

"Ah~ I found it."

Mouri Kogoro cheered excitedly, and then Conan saw Mouri Kogoro running straight to the bathroom holding a set of clothes that didn't look like a suit or shirt.

Mao Lilan bent down to pick up the clothes that Mao Li Kogoro had thrown on the ground and said:

"At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Dad received an invitation letter from the organizer of the treasure hunting competition that was often broadcast on TV these past two days."

"The treasure hunt for the legendary red leaf treasure that first appeared in the Kamakura period and has a history of several hundred years?"

Conan immediately followed and packed his clothes. He recalled the relevant content he had seen on TV, radio and other online platforms in the past two days, and wondered:

"Isn't that just a promotional activity organized by the Ooka Group to promote its newly developed red leaf season tourism line, using the search for red leaf treasures as a gimmick?

Uncle Maori is so fond of the Red Leaf Treasure?"

He remembered that this kind of treasure hunt competition had existed since he was a child.

Although Uncle Maori is greedy for money, this treasure hunt competition, which has been held for many years but no one has found the rumored red leaf treasure and is even more unreliable than horse racing, is really so attractive to him?

I've never seen him so excited before. Could it be that he dreamed that he found the red leaf treasure in this treasure hunt competition?

That doesn't make sense. The invitation was received at around 4 o'clock this afternoon. Judging from the traces of clothes on the floor, Uncle Maori probably didn't have time to dream. Instead, he started rummaging through his closet as soon as he received the invitation.

Mao Lilan pursed her lips and motioned Conan to look at the poster of Okino Yoko next to the wardrobe.

"The latest news is that Ms. Okino Yoko will attend this treasure hunt competition as a special guest."

No wonder then.

Conan got the answer and recalled the scene he saw before and asked:

"Uncle Maori, you are probably looking for the handmade samurai uniform that a client gave you as a reward."

Mao Lilan nodded:

"Well, it is said that in order to fit the theme of the treasure hunt competition, the contestants need to wear ancient kimonos and take the red leaf special train."

Conan was not interested in this, but he suddenly thought of a question:

"Does the invitation letter sent to the competition allow you to bring your family members?"

After packing a pile of clothes, Mao Lilan looked over in confusion.

Conan coughed twice, and just when Mao Lilan thought he was sick with a cold, he asked shyly in a low voice:

"Yes, will you go too?"

If you go, will you also wear a beautiful old-fashioned kimono?

For some reason, Mao Lilan suddenly understood what Conan really wanted to express behind this sentence.

Her fair cheeks flushed a faint pink, and she replied in the same low voice:

"Well, the invitation letter says that you can bring your family members."

After saying that, Mao Lilan turned around and put the folded clothes at hand into the closet, and then busily tidied the clothes in the closet, as if she didn't even have time to look back.

I noticed that when Mao Lilan turned her head, even her ears turned a faint red.

Conan, who was also holding a pile of clothes, took the initiative to walk to Mao Lilan. He was a little excited and a little nervous, but he couldn't suppress his happy tone and said:

"I...I am also a relative of Uncle Maori, so...I...can also go...right?"

Conan spoke a little haltingly, and was afraid that Kogoro Mouri in the bathroom would hear him, so he lowered his voice.

But at such a close distance, of course Mao Lilan could hear every word, even the vibrato.

Her face, ears, and neck, which were facing the wardrobe, turned a deeper shade of red, and a sweet smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

"If you didn't refuse, I'll take it as your consent."

Conan, who has become increasingly thick-skinned recently, is very good at taking advantage of the situation. This time he didn't stutter at all and spoke very quickly.

Ran Mouri still didn't say anything, but she turned around and took the clothes from Conan's hand, but she hardly raised her head the whole time.

Conan had a happy smile on his face.

He was about to say something else when he heard a "bang".

Kogoro Mouri, who had excitedly entered the bathroom with his clothes to change, opened the bathroom door excitedly again and rushed to a life-size mirror in the corner.

Facing himself in the mirror, he kept posing in various cool postures, as happy as the idiot next door.

He simply ignored his daughter Xiaolan, who was staring at him with dead eyes from behind, and Conan, the burden thrown over from next door.