Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Oh my god! How come there is this picture of sunflowers?!"

"I remember that sunflower, wasn't it burned down by the war a long time ago?"

"Boss, can you increase the budget a little more? A big fish has been landed."

Immediately, there was a lot of discussion in the meeting room, and everyone picked up the phone to discuss with the boss behind them, constantly requesting more spending budget.

Jirokichi, however, did not take it seriously. He remained steady as a rock, confidently pulling at his long beard.

With a determined expression on his face, he looked down at everyone, quietly waiting for the sunflower auction to begin.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Please be quiet for a moment! We will explain it to you in detail right away."

"Cough cough!!"

A bald man cleared his throat and spoke in a magnetic and deep voice.

“It is generally believed that Van Gogh painted seven sunflowers during his time in Arles.”

"Ding!"

The bald man pressed the keyboard.

Seven sunflower paintings were displayed on the big screen.

The brushstrokes are thick and powerful, the colors are in sharp contrast, and it is full of wisdom and aura, just like a real sunflower.

"The sunflowers painted by Van Gogh are not just plants, they are living beings full of primitive impulses and passions!"

“That kind of heat, that kind of intensity, seems to be about to burst out of the painting.”

"There are actually not seven but eight paintings of Sunflowers by Van Gogh."

"The sunflowers being auctioned this time and the sunflowers from Ashiya, so some people think that one of them is a copy of Van Gogh's own painting."

Baijiu's eyes radiated light, revealing his love for sunflowers.

Vermouth was listening attentively, nodding from time to time, with a gentle twinkle in her eyes.

Her slender fingers involuntarily traced and stroked the "bracelet", and she looked at him silently with admiring eyes.

From Sunflower's words to the changes in the way both parties glanced at each other, the relationship between the two was quietly changing.

"Is it true that a painter copied his own work? I don't know much about this."

Vermouth frowned and asked curiously.

"Of course, of the seven existing sunflower paintings, three are copies, and all three were painted by Van Gogh himself."

"I see."

"What do you like? I can give you one someday." Baijiu smiled and looked at Vermouth with clear eyes.

""rainbow"."

"I like its colorfulness and the fact that it symbolizes the beauty and hope after going through the storm."

“It also represents the end of pain and suffering.”

Vermouth lowered her eyes, as if recalling something.

"I see. Just wait for a masterpiece to come out."

"Really? Don't let me down."

"Don't worry, although I can't catch up with Van Gogh, I can at least be a Van Gogh."

Baijiu showed a confident smile, patted Vermouth's shoulder, and joked jokingly, comforting Vermouth's depressed mood.

"By the way, do you want to hear the whole story about this painting?"

Baijiu was worried that Vermouth didn't want to continue listening, so he asked tentatively.

I finally found an opportunity to pretend, but I feel uncomfortable keeping it in my heart.

"Hmm~~"

Baijiu smiled happily, stretched out his finger, and talked to Vermouth with gestures.

Just like a salesman, once he starts talking, he can't stop.

He told the stories behind the painting one after another, while secretly watching Kidd disguised as a staff member out of the corner of his eye.

After some time, a sound was heard from the stage.

“The second painting of sunflowers is the one appearing in this auction.”

"It is said that this painting was burned in the Neon Ashiya during the war in the 19th century, but I didn't expect to find a painting with the same composition in an old roof attic in Arles last year."

"The canvas used for this painting is the same canvas that Van Gogh used for other works he painted in Arles."

"Oh, it's almost the same as you said."

Vermouth lowered her eyes slightly, put her arms on the table, and supported her neck with the back of her hands.

"Of course."

Baijiu patted his chest confidently and glanced secretly at Kaito Kidd behind him.

"After professional appraisal by many experts, it has been confirmed that this painting is undoubtedly from the hand of Van Gogh."

"Okay! Now please bring new life to this sunflower!"

"Then! Van Gogh's dream work, the second Sunflower, will start at $10 million!"

"Bang!!!" The host hit the table with a hammer.

"Ten million at the beginning? Boss! We only have eight million in total!"

"And I heard that the minimum bid is 100 million US dollars!!"

The two of them divided the work at the same time. Baijiu observed the amount reported by everyone with his eyes and gestured to her with his fingers.

Vermouth tapped the keyboard so quickly and swiftly that an afterimage was left.

"The number on this line is 5000 million."

"Oh my god! Someone has already offered 1 million online!"

"Boom!"

"I'll give you 1 million!"

"Boom!"

"3."

The two men wearing turbans raised their hands and spoke with disdain.

"Please wait a moment." Baijiu reached out and held Vermouth's hands.

"Let them pull it first."

"Indeed, we only have a budget of 10 billion. If there is one cent more, we will stop."

Vermouth crossed her arms and analyzed.

"500 million!!!"

"Five hundred and twenty million!!"

"Five hundred and thirty million!!!"

"........."

“It seems that this is the price.”

Vermouth was just about to raise her hand, eager to try.

"Not necessarily...the man hasn't made a move yet." Baijiu frowned and looked at Jiroji.

"I'll give you 1 billion!!!"

Jirokichi made a loud sound, and the entire venue was silent, shocked by this astonishing number.

Yuanzi was shy and embarrassed. She lowered her blushing face and covered it with her left hand while holding up the sign.

"That person seems to be from the Suzuki Group. After all these years, he is still as arrogant as ever."

Vermouth sighed, showing a relaxed expression, closed the computer and put it in her bag.

"Why, don't you hate working overtime? The sun is rising from the west, but you can actually wait until the end."

Vermouth teased Baijiu, hunched over her hands, with her delicate face, and looked at the confident Jirokichi in the distance.

"Wait a minute, I have a "special person" here who wants to talk to me."

Baijiu turned his hands behind his back and displayed the playing cards in front of her.

However, Baijiu mistakenly presented the side of the playing card with "garbled code" written on it to Vermouth.

But it only lasted two seconds before Baijiu took the card back.

Vermouth was stunned for two seconds, recalling and calculating the code in her mind, and then came to her senses.

Suddenly he smiled with a look of realization, a gentle and elegant smile.

I took this opportunity to take out my cell phone and report the results to my superiors.

"A billion dollars! A billion dollars! Didn't you hear me?"

All the reporters came to Jiroji, pressed the shutter, and took pictures of this generous boss, their jaws dropped in amazement.

"Oh....Okay! A billion once, a billion twice."

"Three times a billion! Deal!!"

"Then we would like to invite Mr. Suzuki Jirokichi, who successfully won the bid for the sunflower, to say a few words for all of us!"

The host's heart was excited, his hands were shaking, and he spoke passionately, with only desire for Cullinan in his eyes, because he could also benefit from it.

“First of all, I am deeply honored to have been able to successfully bid for the work as planned at the highest price in the history of painting.”

Jirokichi held the microphone and spoke confidently.

“Ah…?! You originally planned to bid for 1 billion, right?” The reporter’s jaw dropped, shock evident in his eyes.

"Almost all of this is for the Sunflower Exhibition in Neon."

When he said the last few words, Jiroyoshi deliberately raised his voice and introduced it in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Are you talking about the Sunflower Art Exhibition?" the reporter asked.

Yuanzi hooked the ends of her hair, spread out her hands confidently, and said sweetly.

"We, the Suzuki Foundation, are planning to collect all the paintings of sunflowers in vases scattered around the world."

“We are here to officially announce that we will be holding this event in an art gallery that we own.”

"And we carefully selected the "Six Warriors" to escort the transportation and preservation!"

Facing numerous cameras, Sonoko was not at all stage frightened and displayed the demeanor of a rich lady.

"Do you mean that the painting we won this time is also part of the plan?"

"Snapped!!"

Yuanzi clapped her hands lightly, and the picture appeared on the screen behind her.

"Yes, it's all for the purpose of announcing this exhibition today, and the paintings we are going to collect include the winning sunflower."

"There are seven in total."

"There are seven of them!!!" everyone exclaimed.

“Yes, and this plan has been promoted a long time ago.”

“Our foundation has been making our presence known to art galleries and individuals around the world who own sunflower paintings for a long time.”

“I hope to be able to have all the sunflower paintings on display at the same time in the same place, and get their consent beforehand.”

"As long as we successfully bid for the sunflowers at the auction this time, the other party is willing to lend the painting to us for exhibition."

Yuanzi introduced it in a generous manner.

"If all seven sunflowers are not available, will you still exhibit the sunflowers that were bid this time?"

"No, not until all seven paintings are in place."

Jirokichi took the microphone and spoke in a tough manner.

"But if... "

"Don't worry, the Sunflower Exhibition has been my long-cherished dream, and I am a person--"

“There is no dream that cannot be achieved!”

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Whoosh!!"

Two playing cards were inserted into the floor in front of Jirokichi.

"Master Kidd?!"

"I'm here!!!!" Sonoko shouted, covering her red face.

"Call security!"

A young man wearing a hat, covering the brim of his hat, with his hands in his pockets, walked forward with his slender legs, smiling wickedly, and defiantly.

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you at the old place."

Vermouth put the pistol in Baijiu's pocket into her arms.