Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

Lin Yucheng learned the disguise technique from Vermouth, and Vermouth did not want this technique to be exposed to others, so Lin Yucheng of course helped her keep the secret.

The makeup tools in the bathroom were not complete. Lin Yucheng looked at the pale liquid foundation on his palm with some disgust, then turned on the faucet and rinsed it clean with running water.

He sighed in his heart, but when he thought about the three of them exposing their straight male attributes from time to time, he felt that he couldn't blame anyone.

After a few moments of retouching, Lin Yucheng softened the original facial curves, made the eyes rounder, and thoughtfully applied blush at the end of the eyes.

In short, draw it as pitiful as possible.

He put on his black contact lenses and fixed his hair for a moment, then walked back to the living room.

The three of them were stunned on the spot.

Hikaru Midorikawa and Toru Amuro had a vision of a man of the same period dressed as a woman standing in front of them. For a moment, they felt a strange emotion in their hearts, wanting to laugh but also feeling fearful.

Zhu Xingdai was shocked by the other party's makeup skills.

He had heard that there was a Thousand-Faced Witch in the organization, but he had never found out how many people had mastered the skill of disguise.

It seems that the Fujiwara Ame in front of him is also a master among them.

Lin Yucheng didn't know what the three of them were thinking. Seeing that none of them said a word, she thought something went wrong, so she took out her makeup mirror and checked again carefully.

After finding out that there was nothing wrong, Lin Yucheng stopped worrying about it.

"How was it?" he asked.

Midorikawa Hikaru forced a smile and said, "Your craftsmanship is really good."

Amuro Toru's attitude was lukewarm: "It fits the character setting."

Zhu Xingda: "Is this skill something that every member of the organization must master?"

Upon hearing this, Toru Amuro's eyes instantly became alert, and Hikaru Midorikawa narrowed his eyes and looked at Dai Moroboshi.

Lin Yucheng: "It depends on you."

Sensing the curiosity of the other two who thought they were hiding it well, he glanced at the three of them from top to bottom, left to right, and concluded, "It's all right. Amuro needs to hide her hair color and skin color, and you and Midorikawa need to modify your eye shape... The rest is just like putting on makeup, you can learn if you want."

He was telling the truth. The three men seemed to suddenly realize something and went back to their own business.

Lin Yucheng ran to remove her makeup and change her clothes.

He has a high position in the organization. If it were another mission, he could have handed over the initial intelligence gathering to others.

But the mission was about to end, and the other party had been on high alert. In order to avoid alerting the enemy, Lin Yucheng was reluctant to hand it over to the clumsy ordinary members.

So I had to do it myself.

He changed into a light casual suit, but of course, he was still dressed in black, and he pulled his baseball cap down and left in a hurry.

……

The next day, Lin Yucheng dressed up and followed the bodyguard to be searched. After confirming that he did not carry any offensive weapons or poisons, he was allowed to enter the meeting room.

The layout of the conference room was very ordinary. The businessman Murakami Jiro who came to negotiate had already sat on the sofa. In front of him were two cups of steaming tea and a glass ashtray. The ashtray was half full of cigarettes, and three or four of them were still smoking, obviously they had just been extinguished not long ago.

However, the indoor ventilation is very good. Although Lin Yucheng doesn't like the smell of smoke, it is still within his tolerable range.

Jiro Murakami is a pot-bellied businessman. When he sits on the leather sofa, it is hard to tell whether the sofa or he is thicker.

As soon as Lin Yucheng entered, he felt a naked, scorching gaze.

He frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, but ultimately suppressed his unhappiness with his excellent patience.

"Ms. Maruo, I've heard a lot about you." Murakami Jiro raised a hypocritical smile, and the wrinkles on his face could kill a fly. "How is Mr. Maruo these days?"

"Mr. Murakami." Lin Yucheng resisted the urge to knock him out with the ashtray on the coffee table. Thinking about the family background of this person, he tried to make his voice softer and gentler. "My father is not feeling well and has gone abroad for treatment."

No wonder, it has turned into a pile of ashes and I don’t know where it has floated to.

Lin Yucheng thought silently in his heart.

The organization would control powerful businessmen as its agents in order to gain commercial benefits, and the Maruo family was one of them.

This is not a bad thing for those families. The organization needs an open enterprise. Apart from asking for almost 80% of the profits, they will not make it difficult and may even help to make connections.

But the head of Maruo family was confused and secretly contacted the police to try to get away. Don't blame the organization for not giving him face.

After dealing with the Maruo family, they discovered that Jiro Murakami was not a person who would keep to himself either.

So, they immediately sent people to “clean up the aftermath”.

This delicate Miss Maruo seldom appears, so Lin Yucheng acts as he pleases.

"Oh oh oh, Brother Maruo should take care of yourself. After all, you have a beautiful daughter like Miss Maruo to raise." Murakami Jiro looked at the silk flower on Lin Yucheng's chest with lustful eyes and licked his lips unconsciously.

Lin Yucheng was disgusted: "I will convey your words to my father, but my father would rather hear your greetings in person than my retelling."

Go down and say hello quickly, he must be waiting anxiously!

"Sir, let's talk about business first." Lin Yucheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and gave a harmless smile, "After all, this is my first time and I don't have much experience. I'm afraid it will take a lot of time."

"It's the first time. The first time is good. Everyone has a first time," Murakami Jiro said anxiously, "So let's start talking now?"

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Lin Yucheng took out a document from the briefcase he carried with him and placed it on the table, smiling sweetly: "Father means that we will not make any additional investments in the Clover project. In addition, the previous shares will also be reclaimed."

"What?" The smile on Murakami Jiro's face disappeared instantly, "What does your father mean?"

The Clover Group is a shell company set up by several people in order to leave the organization and to transfer funds. The Maruo family no longer makes additional investments, isn't that telling Murakami that they are quitting?

It is risky in itself to escape from the control of the organization. Now several people are like walking on a tightrope. One wrong step will lead to death. It would be fine if they could get through it smoothly, but now some people say they want to quit halfway. What's the difference between this and replacing the tightrope with silk?

Murakami's face was gloomy: "Miss, are you sure it was your father who meant it? Lying is not a good habit."

Lin Yucheng smiled slightly: "Of course it's father's intention. I don't take care of things at home, how dare I disobey father?"

"What does he mean? He was the one who dragged us into this, and he was the one who quit halfway!" Murakami gritted his teeth.

Lin Yucheng glanced at the bodyguards surrounding him and said, "Father only said that the crows would know. I guess father is getting old and confused. How could these things be known to the beasts? Mr. Murakami, are you right?"

Fear flashed across Murakami's face, but he quickly calmed down: "Does your father have anything else to say?"

Lin Yucheng looked at the bodyguards and said, "Yes, but my father specifically told me that I can only tell you these words."

Murakami hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand and asked them to go down.

After the bodyguard left the room, Murakami said, "You can tell me now."

Lin Yucheng raised his hand to lift up the scattered hair on his temples, and rubbed his ears. Then, he showed a sweet smile, but his voice was as dark as the underworld.

He said:

"I invite you to go to Sanzu River for a detailed discussion."