Crime

"I really miss it," Kaito sat on the floor and looked at the newcomers during the break. "Looking at these children, I always think of the time before my debut."

The assistant put a bottle of ice water close to his face and said with a smile, "It's like how old you are now."

"I'm ashamed to say it," Kaito took the water bottle, "everyone calls me senior, but I feel that compared to their efforts, I'm really far behind."

"Are you not working hard enough? I remember that you could stay in the practice room until the early hours of the morning." The assistant replied.

Kaito smiled and didn't speak, but when he looked up, he suddenly saw a girl walking out of the little girls who were still surrounded and didn't know what they were talking about just now.

"Ex-senior, hello, um, I have liked you for a long time, can... can you sign me?" The girl was a little nervous, but she still boldly handed the autograph book and pen to Kaito.

Kaito looked up at the assistant and understood - these girls must have been wanting to talk to him but dared not, and finally a girl who was more courageous spoke first.

"Of course," Kaito smiled, reaching for the autograph book, "Is it just you? How about signing one for each of you?"

"Ah? Can it be done?!" The girl was pleasantly surprised, "Well...there are nine of us, including those boys. Thank you so much, senior!"

"It's okay, it's okay," Kaito smiled and lowered his head to sign, and asked casually, "How old are you this year?"

"Ah? Me?" The girl froze for a moment, "15 years old."

"15 years old... so young," Kaito paused and raised his head, "You are not very old, but you can stand on the stage. Work hard, you have a bright future."

"Really...Really?!" The girl's face flushed red all of a sudden.

"Of course it's true," Kaito grabbed her hand with a smile, and put the autograph book in her palm, "Come on, I'm waiting for the day you come on stage."

"Thank you senior!" The girl covered her hot face, turned around and ran back to the other girls, whispering, "Oh my god! It's like a dream!"

"You really have a masculine aura," the assistant joked, "There are so many girls who like you, and you don't like any of them?"

"They're all only fifteen or sixteen years old, am I like someone who likes girls that young?" Kaito laughed.

"I'm not just talking about these newcomers—but I'm still surprised when I talk about it," the assistant replied, "In all these years, except for the company's intentional arrangement of scandals, I really haven't seen you with any girl , why? You want to be like this?"

"Yeah, I've never seen such a decent person like me," Kaito smiled, deliberately avoiding the topic, "But I really like these kids."

"Huh? How do you say it?"

"Youth is so naive and wonderful at such a young age," Kaito sighed with a smile, "you can say whatever you want, unlike us adults who are always flattering us for our own benefit."

"You really have changed a lot, so how could you say such a thing?" the assistant asked, "What stimulated you?"

"People are always growing up, and I am no exception." Kaito stood up, stretched his muscles, turned around and smiled, "Don't look at how I used to be submissive, but I am definitely not the kind who can swallow Humiliated man."

"It's still close—ah, I lost again," the boy put down his phone, "No way, why is senior so good at playing games?"

"It's not that great, I just have nothing to do to play." Kaito smiled on the back of the chair.

"The company arranged for you to come over to bring newcomers, why are you still playing with them?" the assistant walked over with a smile.

"The girls are in the body class now, and we'll be here in a while," Kaito pointed at the boys, "and I think they've trained pretty well now, so it's okay to relax a little bit."

"Ah——Physical class, it's a nightmare," another boy sighed with pain on his face, "Isn't it enough for boys to practice strength and so on? Why do girls like this have to focus on flexibility?" Don't let things go."

"It's all dance basics, so it's necessary to practice," the assistant said, smiling and patting Kaito's shoulder, "I need to ask you seniors about this, he was the most flexible in the boys' class back then." of."

"You make it sound like that's all I'm good at." Kaito laughed.

Several boys also started booing and laughed for a while. One boy leaned up to the boy holding the phone and looked at it: "What are you doing without talking for a long time... Oh? Stocks? Are you still playing this?"

"How is it possible? I'm not yet old enough to open an account. I'm just helping my dad to see," he said, frowning in a deep way, "Oh, it looks like the trend is sluggish."

"Come on, how much can you pay for your few dollars?" Another boy also laughed.

"Aren't I concerned with the overall situation? Losing money is nothing. Don't you pay attention to the stocks of the company you work in?" He said and turned to look at Kaito, "By the way, do seniors understand this?"

"Huh? Let me see?" Kaito took the phone and casually flipped through the chart, "Diolacov... how long has it been going down?"

"It's been a while, won't you be locked up under this situation?" The boy asked with some worry.

"No, you can tell your father not to sell first." Kaito lay on the back of the chair and looked at the phone. "Diolacov is a brokerage company. The end of the year is the time when business activities are the most, and now is the least likely to drop the market."

"But isn't it already..." The boy hesitated, "I don't understand."

"The rise and fall of the stock price will only affect retail investors. It seems that the trend is sluggish now, but even if it falls to a crash in the end—" Kaito raised his head and smiled, "We Diolacov will only benefit from it."

A few little boys looked at Kaito in confusion and couldn't help but feel even more admiration, but before they could ask why, the instructor had already notified them to attend class, so they could only leave with regrets on their faces.

"Do you still know about stocks?" the assistant asked.

"I don't understand." Kaito replied simply and neatly.

"No...then what were you talking to them just now?!"

"I was talking nonsense," Kaito stood up, leaning on the back of the chair. "This kind of thing is very risky, so I never play."

The assistant watched him turn and walk towards the door speechlessly, with a thousand words in his heart, he didn't know where to start complaining about him, but he didn't know that he wasn't talking nonsense just now.

"The market is falling at this time," Kaito stopped in front of the door, and said suddenly, "I'm afraid it's because the market maker has manipulated the stock market."

The assistant looked at him in surprise, but he had already opened the door and left without saying a word.

In the eyes of laymen, a stock market drop is definitely not a good thing, but people in the industry can naturally understand that after a long time, someone will "turn the tide" and even earn more benefits from it-this is just the dealer's tricks .

The banker - the major shareholder of the company, there will be no one else except that person. Kaito walked with his head down, a little regretful that he didn't realize that the man would do this earlier.

Man-made longitudinal shares, this is already walking on the boundary of the law. Kaito stopped, raised his head and looked at the building outside the window, but it was hard to calm down in his heart—what the hell is that man going to do?

But when he knew it, he had already seen that avalanche.

"Crazy, Charles is really crazy." Kaito smiled bitterly. He understood that Charles' move had completely cut off Gakupo's financing path.

He took a deep breath, took the phone and flipped through the address book to find Gakupo's name, his fingers trembled for a long time, but he didn't press it in the end—

No, now is not the time.

Kaito slid slowly against the wall and sat down, and for the first time, he felt a shocking sense of emptiness and confusion.

That night, he never called Gakupo again.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the city is brightly lit, but no matter how dazzling the lights are, it can't reflect into his blue eyes. Kaito held the steering wheel with one hand and looked up at the traffic lights that had turned red.

He braked the car, propped his face and looked out the side window, waiting for the long red light.Suddenly, the cell phone that had been silent for a long time on the passenger seat rang, and he picked it up to check, and it turned out to be a call from Gakupo.

If I don't answer this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to contact you again. Kaito looked at the red light that was about to go out, but still answered the phone.

"Did you see Gumi?!" This was the first time he heard such an anxious tone from the other party.

"Gumi? No," Kaito said as he put down the handbrake and started the car. "What's wrong?"

"If you see it, stop her no matter what she does," Gakupo said in a low voice, "Tell her not to be impulsive, do you hear me?!"

"What the hell is she—" Kaito didn't finish, but when he raised his head, a white light suddenly flashed in front of him.

When the brakes were applied, the huge friction noise between the tires and the ground was so sharp that it almost pierced the eardrums, and everything suddenly became quiet.

"...Kaito?" Gakupo opened his mouth, but only the sound of the phone dropping came from the receiver, "Kaito!!!"

But the person on the other side of the phone has already emptied their eyes.