Chapter 31 As the so-called catch the thief first catch the king
Do you want art or do you want to survive? This is a very real question.
The desolation and acquisition of medieval art museums are the most realistic portrayal.
Even Director Ochiai, who is an expert in medieval art, cannot lead his art museum to be self-financing in this impetuous society, and can only rely on blood transfusions from the company bosses behind it for support.
But when the company's capital chain was broken and declared bankrupt, no matter how much the boss himself loved and supported the museum, the museum that Director Ochiai had worked hard for most of his life could only be acquired by others.
Because only by selling it and finding another owner can the art museum survive. This is a very intuitive fact.
Either change the boss and change the brand, or go bankrupt.
For Katsumi Uehara, although he was a little surprised to encounter the art museum, after being caught off guard for a short time, he had done everything he could as a police officer.
If Director Ochiai still decides to commit murder after tonight's warning, there is nothing he can do.
After all, he really had no evidence to imprison the person, and everything Director Ochiai said was justified, and there was surveillance as evidence.
In Katsuki Uehara's memory, the new owner who acquired the art museum probably wanted to go back on his word and transform the art museum that had been losing money into a hotel, so he could only try his best to remind the old man that if you really don't want this person to be your boss
Then go find a lawyer to void the acquisition contract.
As for who will take over the museum after the acquisition contract is invalidated and how it will survive, that is a question that Ochiai, the director of the museum, should think about and solve.
It's hard to have the best of both worlds in the adult world.
As a police officer, Katsumi Uehara could only use excuses to warn him not to kill anyone.
"What are you looking at? You're not going home tonight?"
The Metropolitan Police Department searched the office area of the third department.
Miwako Sato, who finally finished working on the report at hand and was about to get up and go home, saw the student leaning on the edge of the window looking out at the neon night scene. She snatched the brown-red suit jacket into her hands and walked toward him.
The figure with all the thoughts in his eyes turned around and shrugged noncommittally: "If you agree, I can do it at any time."
"I agree?"
Miwako Sato, who didn't react at first, was stunned for a moment, and then she shook her head speechlessly in the face of Katsumi Uehara's increasingly wanton evil smile.
"Forget it, it's a fantasy that someone like you would have emotional problems because of eucalyptus." Miwako Sato, who was originally worried that the old man brought back by Uehara Katsumi tonight, touched her deepest emotions, turned around.
Just left without any hesitation.
"That's not what you said. My ability to empathize is No. 1 in the Metropolitan Police Department."
"Really, I can't see it at all, but I can see the No. 1 gloating at one's misfortune."
Rolling a glance at the man who stepped into the elevator with her, Miwako Sato pressed the button for the first floor: "My mother will know that you deliberately revealed your vacation to her, right?"
"That aunt is an elder. She called specifically to care about me, a junior. I can't help but answer." Katsuki Uehara spread his hands and sounded very innocent.
"So you let her urge me to take a vacation, and then you took it upon yourself to buy a plane on the same flight as you to travel abroad?"
Uehara Katsuki's head suddenly shook like a rattle, and his tone was very firm: "No, absolutely not."
Miwako Sato turned her face sideways, stared at her student with a sharp gaze like a prisoner, and hummed a sound in her throat: "Huh?"
"I just accidentally played a few cards while playing mahjong and my aunt won. Then when she was happy, she asked me about my vacation plan.
“I lost money and didn’t manage my language well, so I accidentally leaked my travel plan...”
After Miwako Sato quietly moved a few steps back without leaving a trace under Miwako Sato's strong aura, Katsuki Uehara blinked and confessed his criminal plan.
Looking at Miwako Sato's confident appearance, she put one hand on her forehead and didn't know what to say for a moment.
She still doesn't know why Uehara Katsumi could come up with this curveball method of saving the country by first trying to please the so-called "future mother-in-law", but her mother still likes this young man who is not only sweet-tongued but also good at playing mahjong.
Now it's better, it's all over.
Her mother used to urge her to go out on blind dates, saying not to sit at home and watch TV while on vacation, otherwise she would end up alone;
Now, whenever her mother has free time, she says "Uehara-kun will definitely be a good husband in the future, and I don't know which girl he will take advantage of", and "I wish I had a son-in-law like Uehara-kun".
Sato Miwako rolled her eyes.
She felt that her mother most likely had a serious misunderstanding of Uehara Katsumi.
"Tell me the truth, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into my mother?" Miwako Sato became increasingly angry as she thought about it, and her eyes gradually became dangerous. She pressed hard on Katsumi Uehara, who kept retreating until there was no way back.
"I am a policeman and I never do anything illegal or disciplinary."
The man who raised his hands as a sign of surrender curled up into a smile: "I can swear to God. Besides, it was an accident that I met your mother in the first place. Who knows that I can go to the mahjong parlor to play mahjong to relax and unwind?"
Met Auntie."
Miwako Sato looked at her without showing any signs of weakness: "Do you know that your mouth has lost much credibility over the past year?"
"If I lie, then let me drown in the water."
"Can you find any more outrageous reasons?"
"No, because I am a college swimming champion and have a medal."
"..."
For a moment, Miwako Sato's throat was blocked by this circuit of her brain, and she opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
The elevator door on the first floor dinged just right, freeing the short-haired policewoman who was stuck in her train of thought.
"Anyway, don't tell my mother about those messy things of yours again."
"I never said any nonsense. When my auntie played mahjong with me, she only talked about some shortcomings of the parents, such as comparing the children at home with two other aunties.
"Speaking of Sato, I really didn't expect your junior high school student to be so cool."
After stepping out of the elevator, Katsuki Uehara turned around and winked: "You're so cool. I really want to look at you with admiration."
"...????!!!!!"
Miwako Sato, who felt as if she had been hit by five thunderbolts, suddenly widened her eyes: "What? Wait a minute! Tell me clearly!"
"It's too late. It's half past twelve. I have to go home in a hurry."
"Hey! Uehara!"
"See you tomorrow, Sato-senpai."
Under the clear moonlight, the man holding a suit in his hand smiled mischievously and turned his head. He made a "see you tomorrow" sign to Miwako Sato who was catching up and jumped into his pink EVO with the windows still open.
middle.
The tires kicked up snow, the roar of the engine was accompanied by the chorus of exhaust pipes, and a number of dead leaves clamored onto the dust.