People live from five to nine in Conan

"No, no..."

"Then let's go in quickly!"

"Okay, okay."

Conan lowered his head and quickly followed Mao Lilan's footsteps. Mao Lilan stretched out his hand subconsciously, and Conan passed it over naturally.

But just when the hands of the two were about to hold each other, Mao Lilan seemed to have been electrocuted, and suddenly avoided Conan's protruding little hand.

"Sister Xiaolan?" Conan raised his head in surprise.

Mao Lilan covered her hands and sneered, "Conan, you are already a big boy, you don't like being held by others, do you?"

"?"

Conan blinked his eyes in confusion. He naturally wanted to hold hands with Xiaolan, but when he thought that if he could avoid being held hands in the future, he would have more chances to slip away... Conan's expression was in vain , nodded happily.

"Well! Sister Xiaolan, I'll just go by myself!"

"Um……"

Mao Lilan squinted at Conan who was full of joy, and thought to himself: [Sure enough, truth and reasoning are more important to Shinichi! 】

...

...

Not long after Mao Lilan and Conan entered the Mihua Art Museum, Mu Yuan took a file bag and stepped into the gate of the art museum.

Since Muyuan's purpose was not to visit artworks, the three of them soon met together.

"Mr. Muyuan!" Mao Lilan saw Muyuan first, and walked up with a smile.

Conan curled his lips secretly, and greeted crisply, "Brother Muyuan!"

Mu Yuan frowned and looked at Conan, subconsciously leaning back.

Conan: "..."

What are you hiding from! ?

"Miss Xiaolan, who is this?" Mu Yuan passed Conan's eyes and asked Mao Lilan.

"Ah, actually I..." Mao Lilan looked at Conan with complicated eyes, and sighed, "Actually, I learned some interrogation skills from Police Officer Sato, and I want to use this 'walking armor' to It’s a chance to practice, of course, one of the reasons is that the artwork here is really beautiful.”

[Xiaolan, she...] Conan was slightly taken aback.

"Mu Yuan-jun, did you come here to check on the legend of the 'self-propelled armor'?"

"Well...it's not like that, I'm actually here..."

"Brother Muyuan! What are you holding?"

For some reason, Conan suddenly interrupted the conversation between Muyuan and Mao Lilan, pointed to the folder in Muyuan's hand and said, "Feiyingli Law Firm? Brother Muyuan, what is that?"

"Eh? It's mom's law firm, Mr. Mu Yuan, are you here..."

"I……"

...

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho..." Before Mu Yuan could explain, Director Ochiai walked over with a kind smile, "Young lady, thank you for your love for the exhibits in this museum."

Director Ochiai first nodded kindly to Mao Lilan, then looked at Mu Yuan, and said respectfully, "Chairman Mu Yuan, the one in your hand is...the purchase of an art museum." legal documents?"

"Eh!?" Mao Lilan and Conan were surprised at the same time.

Mu Yuan opened the folder with a calm face, and said calmly: "This is the contract for purchasing the Mihua Art Museum. It has been notarized and stamped. If Mr. Curator thinks there is no problem, you can hand it over to Zhenzhong for me. Boss."

"Ah... can I read it too?" Curator Ochiai took the folder, his hands trembling slightly.

Although he is the director of the Mihua Art Museum in name, in fact... he is just an ordinary migrant worker, and it is not up to him to talk about the business of the art museum.

"Of course!" But Mu Yuan nodded very seriously, pointing to a clause in the contract and said, "After all, you will continue to work in the art museum for many years, and if this transaction is successful, you will also get Three percent ownership of the museum.”

"One hundred, three percent!?" Curator Ochiai's eyes suddenly widened, his face full of disbelief.

Three percent of the shares in the Mihua Art Museum is a huge fortune that he will not be able to earn in a few lifetimes, and...with the identity of the owner of the art museum, he can punish Kubota's despicable and dirty Rat, let it pay its due price!

More importantly, if someone wants to renovate the art museum in the future, as one of the owners of the art museum, he can also guard it more effectively. He has devoted all his love to the art museum!

Even if the art museum is losing money year after year, the [-]% of the shares may not be sold at all, and it will not bring any real income. He still wants these shares very much.

He really needs the identity of the owner of the art gallery!

"Mu, Master Muyuan!" Curator Ochiai held the contract tightly in his hand, and couldn't help calling out the word 'sir' to Muyuan.

Facing the excited Director Ochiai, Mu Yuan just smiled calmly, turned the contract back two pages, and said calmly, "Don't get excited, Director Ochiai, let's read the additional terms first."

"Additional terms?" Curator Ochiai's heart tightened, his long goatee swaying slightly, with a look of 'really tricky', but when he saw the content of the additional terms, he almost rolled his eyes. He stared out, "Beauty, the art gallery can only be used for art exhibitions from now on, and it will never be rebuilt, otherwise all the shares it holds will be donated to Didan Primary School for free!?"

"Ah, this, this..."

Curator Ochiai raised his head, his eyes, which had been somewhat muddy under the erosion of years, suddenly burst into tears, and tears gushed out unstoppably.

Mao Lilan, who saw clearly the contents of the contract, also looked at Mu Yuan with a moved face, and muttered softly: "Mr. Mu Yuan..."

Only Conan frowned deeply.

[This guy Muyuan must have a problem! 】

He knew that behind Mu Yuan was the mysterious organization in black, and those guys in the organization obviously would not allow Mu Yuan to sign such an outrageous contract.

[Could it be that those people have already concluded that no matter how much money is paid, this deal is impossible to reach? 】

【But if this is the case, why did they insist on letting Mu Yuan come...】

Conan touched his chin, secretly giving up his plan to sneak away.

This time, he must catch the organization's handle!

...

...

After briefly looking at the contract that Muyuan brought, Director Ochiai quickly invited Muyuan to his office to rest.

And he walked towards the gate of the art museum anxiously, expecting the fantastic clauses in the contract and being shocked by the string of numbers that made him unimaginable, and he just wanted to see the boss as soon as Zhenzhong arrived. The contract is handed over to the other party.

In the eyes of Director Ochiai, Boss Manaka is a businessman through and through, and a businessman seeks profit, so this deal will definitely be concluded smoothly!

On the other hand, Conan and Xiaolan kept searching for traces of the 'self-propelled armor' in the art gallery.

...

Time passed by every minute and every second. When Conan and Xiaolan finished viewing most of the exhibition halls and stopped in front of the exhibition hall with the sign of "No entry for non-residents", the chunky Boss Manaka also brought The secretary got out of the car.

Director Ochiai looked at the imported car that almost blocked most of the main entrance of the museum, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Mr. Zhenzhong, you are here!"

"Huh? Hehe, since when did Director Ochiai be so polite? It's useless, no matter how good your attitude is, after ten days, you'll still have to..."

"Boss Zhenzhong, please read this contract first!"

Curator Ochiai calmly interrupted the boss Manaka's taunt, and handed the folder to the other party.

"The Mihua Art Museum Ownership Transfer Contract? Heh..." Boss Zhenzhong opened the folder and glanced at it, then threw it to the secretary with disdain on his face, "Take a look."

"Yes, boss!"

The secretary wearing glasses nodded respectfully, and soon carefully looked through the documents in his hand.

Boss Manaka walked into the museum swaggeringly, mocking, "Ochiai, you better give up early, how can this impoverished art museum compare to a magnificent hotel? I don't know. meeting……"

"Old! Boss!" Just as Boss Zhenzhong was halfway pretending, the secretary behind him approached anxiously.

"You bastard! Throwing my face in a frizzy way..."

"No, no, boss! You...you look here first!"

"Look? What's so interesting about me? The transfer amount? How much is this crappy art museum worth... Damn!!!"

Boss Zhenzhong snatched the folder from the secretary's hand, with a big face almost getting into the paper, counting in his mouth:

"One, ten, one hundred, one thousand... one hundred, ten billion!? Is this guy crazy? He spent so much money to buy this crappy art gallery? Does he have so much money!?"

"Boss, boss... I know this official seal, it seems to belong to lawyer Fei Yingli."

"Fei Yingli!? The undefeated queen of the legal profession!?"

"Yes, yes, with her notarization, the money... should be fine."

"..."

That's tens of billions of yen in liquidity!

Boss Zhenzhong was silent, but after less than two seconds of silence, he said decisively: "Sign! I sign! Take me to see him immediately!"

Curator Ochiai smiled slightly, "Then, Boss Manaka, please come with me, that adult is in my office..."

"Let's go!" Boss Zhenzhong pushed the curator Ochiai away, and walked quickly into the art museum as if he was afraid of the other party's repentance, "I don't know where your office is yet? I need you to lead the way? Let this man run away." I can't spare you a piece of fat!"

Curator Ochiai was pushed hard, but his seemingly thin body only took half a step back.

He straightened his collar lightly, and then caught up with Boss Zhenzhong with a smile on his face, his steps were so light that he didn't look like he should be at his age.

Being able to keep the museum and become one of the owners of the museum, Director Ochiai no longer has the slightest murderous intent in his heart.

however……

Just when the few people came to the corridor outside the hell exhibition hall, a small figure suddenly ran over.

"Grandpa curator, grandpa curator!" Conan said with an innocent smile on his face, "Can we also go in and take a look at this exhibition hall?"

"The hall of hell..." Curator Ochiai glanced at Boss Manaka next to him, and hesitated for a moment in silence.

Boss Zhenzhong ignored the conversation between the two, and just walked forward on his own.

But Conan added, "Grandpa the curator, we are good friends of the host Mu Yuan. He will soon be the owner of the museum. It shouldn't be a problem for us to go in and have a look, right?"

"Well, of course..."

"Mu Yuan is hosting?"

Just when Director Ochiai wanted to agree, Boss Manaka suddenly turned his head and said urgently:

"The person who wants to buy this art gallery is the director of Erquan Temple, Mu Yuan? No! Absolutely not! I can't do business with him, let him go, no matter how much he pays, I will never agree Sell ​​the museum to him!"

With that said, Director Ochiai directly tore the contract in his hand to shreds.

Seeing the contract fragments flying in the air, Director Ochiai suddenly clenched his fists, and a powerful aura spread instantly.

"Huh?" Mao Lilan was slightly taken aback, looked at Director Ochiai seriously, and said seriously: "Director Ochiai...is very strong!"

"Grandpa Curator..."

"You two, please go to my office and wait for a while. I will talk about it later when I visit the exhibition hall."

Curator Ochiai interrupted Conan, and turned to look at Boss Manaka, "Mr. Manaka, there is actually another buyer who wants to meet you, and the bid is higher than that of Mu Yuan."

"What? Why didn't you say it earlier!?" Boss Zhenzhong kicked the scraps of paper under his feet with a look of displeasure, "Lead the way!"

"Hehe... this way please, Mr. Manaka."

Curator Ochiai extended his right hand and slowly pointed in the direction of the Hall of Hell.

That powerful aura then attached to Director Ochiai's right hand.

Mao Lilan looked at Curator Ochiai's right hand solemnly, and said in a deep voice, "This is... the way of the sword!"

Chapter 216

Mao Lilan didn't know much about real martial arts, but only with her innate talent and intuition, she still keenly sensed that there seemed to be something missing in Director Ochiai's hands.

"It's the way of the sword, but it seems..." Mao Lilan frowned.

The kendo in her mind should be the Japanese kendo with a samurai sword in hand, but the feeling that Curator Ochiai gave her was a little different.

It's like... what else should I be wearing?

"Sister Xiaolan, sister Xiaolan!"

While Mao Lilan was thinking, Conan pulled her sleeve and reminded:

"Curator Ochiai and the others have walked into the 'Hall of Hell', let's follow and have a look?"