"Do high school students become detectives?" Master Yue nodded, "It's really amazing!"
"Yeah... Shinichi is always busy... he often helps the police solve crimes abroad... so he rarely comes back... I haven't seen him for a long time." Xiaolan became more and more excited as she spoke.
The less confident he became, he lowered his head in the end, looking a little depressed.
"He's so busy!" Uncle Maori slapped the table hard, "I think that boy is probably in love abroad! He might have run away with some rich woman! Rich old women abroad like him like that.
The pretty boy!"
"Dad, how could you say that to Shinichi!" Xiaolan pushed Uncle Maori angrily, "Xinyi will not run away with another rich woman like you said!"
"Xiaolan, why are you so stubborn?" Uncle Maori shook the bottle of soju, "Except for your father and me, there are not many reliable men who are detectives in this world! That one is Kudo Arata.
This is the case with Ichi's boy, and the same is true with the boy named Hattori Heiji from Osaka Prefecture... Hiccup~"
"Dad! Why are you bringing it up with Hattori again? Hattori and Kazuha obviously have a very good relationship." Xiaolan argued, "If you keep talking about Shinichi like that, I won't care about you. You can get drunk later."
Just go home by yourself!"
Xiaolan seemed to be really angry, crossing her chest and turning her head to one side.
"Xiaolan..."
The elementary school student Edogawa-kun in the corner looked at Xiaolan with complicated eyes and murmured in a voice that only he could hear.
Then he looked at Uncle Maoli with a speechless look, thinking that it was really difficult for Xiaolan to have such a father.
"You brat, what are you looking at!" Uncle Maori suddenly glared at Edogawa-kun, hit the child's big head with a chestnut, and took out all the resentment he received from Xiaolan on Edogawa-kun, "I
I remember that you are quite familiar with that boy Kudo, right? Do you also want to help that boy speak?"
"Dad!" Xiaolan hugged Edogawa-kun, touched his head, and angrily said to Uncle Mouri, "You know how to bully Conan!"
"Mr. Maori, calm down and don't get so angry." Master Yue placed a bowl of sake in front of Uncle Maori, "I'm treating you to this bowl of wine. Why are you getting so angry with a kid?"
When he heard that there was free drinking, Uncle Maori's sullen face suddenly brightened with joy.
"To be honest, I actually envy you, Brother Maori." Master Yue said with nostalgia while washing the dishes, "This girl Xiaolan is very sensible. You have a great daughter. Every time I see this girl, I
I couldn't help but think to myself, if only I had such a sensible daughter."
"Huh? Master Yue, don't you have a family?" Uncle Maoli asked.
"Dad, don't pry into other people's private affairs!" Xiaolan reminded.
"Sorry, sorry, occupational disease." Uncle Maori smiled and scratched the back of his head, "Master Yue, you know that we are detectives, and we can't help but ask questions when the words come to our lips."
"It doesn't matter, there's nothing to say." Master Yue smiled mockingly, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether we have a family or not. I was born to be a lonely ghost."
Although Master Yue spoke in a relaxed and casual tone when he said these words, anyone could hear that there was unspeakable sadness in the old man's words. It was hard to imagine what the long years had left in the old man's life over the past few decades. , that made him say such sad words.
Master Yue stirred the soup pot as he spoke, his aged eyes staring at the swirling turbid soup with a very focused expression.
Uncle Maori continued to drink while talking nonsense.
Xiaolan was looking at the ramen in the bowl, lost in thought, and her mood suddenly returned to the scene where she and Kudo Shinichi were eating noodles in front of this stall a long time ago, and she didn't know when Shinichi would come back to find her.
Edogawa-kun, on the other hand, was eating noodles nonchalantly while cautiously glancing at Xiaolan from time to time, as if he was afraid of being discovered by the girl.
In the small shed, the boss and the guests all had their own unspeakable thoughts. Outside the shed, there was an endless rainstorm, which seemed to hit people's hearts.
A bright xenon lamp pierced the rain curtain of the night and illuminated this long alley. The black sports car flew across the water-filled ground, splashing the water higher than a person. The sports car flew like a swift beast in the dark night. While crawling to eat, I suddenly stopped in front of the ramen stall, and the sound of tires scratching the road was extremely harsh in the silent night.
The black sports car finally parked slowly in front of the stall, like a black panther silently approaching its prey.
Master Yue, who was stirring the soup pot, raised his head thoughtfully. The strong wind at the right time lifted the curtain of the ramen stall... Across the heavy rain curtain and the waterfall-like water curtain on the sports car window glass, Master Yue and The people sitting in the car met their eyes.
Also sitting in the driver's seat of the sports car is an old man with silver-white hair. He is wearing a pressed, custom-made black suit, and his tie is a calm and meaningful dark gray. The old man's deeply furrowed face even looks more handsome than Master Yue. Despite his experience, his temperament appears younger.
The old man's high-end clothes, elegant temperament and expensive black sports car are all incompatible with the environment of the roadside car. Such a person should look like he is going to a Michelin star restaurant for an appointment, or to attend a high-end luxury product launch conference. , instead of coming to such a weather-beaten roadside stall for a late-night snack.
The car door opened slowly, and the old man didn't mind stepping into the muddy water with his polished leather shoes. He opened a huge black umbrella to cover his head, and walked slowly towards Master Yue's ramen stall. The rain poured down like a waterfall along the edge of the black umbrella.
Master Yue noticed the old man holding an umbrella, and other diners in the stall were also attracted by the loud braking sound of the sports car just now, and turned to look at the old man walking towards them.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Oh, there are a lot of rich people in Tokyo, so you drive a Maserati." Uncle Maori waved to the old man from a distance, "What a good car. Ah, you are still wearing BORRELLI clothes. I have only seen them in magazines before. You must be the big boss of a listed company!"
If it weren't for the heavy rain outside, Uncle Maori would probably get close to the black Maserati and circle around the sports car to admire it carefully.
Edogawa-kun, a primary school student, looked at the old man from the side with a slightly thoughtful look, a dangerous and intelligent light shining behind his glasses.
"Edogawa-kun, it's better not to look at that person with such dangerous eyes, otherwise things may develop beyond our expectations." Master Yue said seriously, his eyes fixed on the man walking slowly.
The silver-haired old man came and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mao Li, Miss Xiaolan, it's getting late. It's my order today. I'll give you a 30% discount on today's price. Let's eat noodles together next time."
Just check out.”
"I've been playing foreign games so early today, and I haven't finished drinking yet." Uncle Maori was obviously still interested. He looked at the silver-haired old man and said, "Isn't that gentleman here to eat noodles?"
It seemed that he wanted to have a chat with the rich old gentleman.
"How can anyone drive a luxury car and wear black clothes to eat noodles? Doesn't that old gentleman look more like someone going to a memorial service?" Master Yue's amiable look completely disappeared, and he gave the order again.
Expulsion order: "It's raining too much. Mr. Maori, please go back early. Today's ramen and wine money will be waived. I'll treat you all."
Master Yue wrapped his hands on the apron tied around his waist and wiped it, then took off the apron and hung it on the wall of the van. He walked around from the kitchen to the dining table and helped Xiaolan lift the drunken Uncle Maori.
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"Just like Miss Xiaolan, you miss the young man named Kudo, Mr. Kudo must also miss you, Xiaolan." Master Yue said to Xiaolan, glancing at Mr. Edogawa intentionally or unintentionally, "Waiting for Kudo.
When will you come back? You are welcome to come to my noodle stall to eat noodles again."
Master Yue sent Uncle Maori and his family away. When they walked out of the ramen stall, the old man happened to pass by them and sat down in front of the ramen stall. He picked up a bottle of unfinished sake and drank it from the table.
He picked up a clean small porcelain cup on the table, poured the clear wine into the bottom of the white porcelain cup, and drank by himself.
When Master Yue returned to the ramen stall after seeing off Mr. Mori and his family, the silver-haired old man was drinking one glass after another. He had almost drank up all the sake in the stall, and then turned around and seemed to be thinking about soju.
"We seem to be running out of wine. Why don't you go buy some? When I came here, I saw an all-night pub two streets away." The old man said, "Oh, by the way, I'm still a little hungry. Get me a bowl first."
Let’s get some noodles. After you finish the noodles, go buy the wine. I’ll finish the noodles and you can just buy the wine.”
"Ange, after so many years, your character is still so annoying! From a young bastard to an old bastard!" Master Yue waved his hand impatiently, "No, no, I'm already a foreigner.
, we won’t entertain guests today, we won’t sell ramen or wine, and you’ve already drank all the wine I brewed, so get out of here before I ask you to collect the bill!”
"Don't be so grumpy. Talking about money as soon as you meet an old friend will hurt your feelings. Shouldn't we sit down and have a drink first to catch up on old times?" Ange smiled.
"Friends?" Master Yue sneered, "This is Japan. You are an American staff lieutenant colonel who invaded our country during World War II. How can you have any friends here?"
"And my ramen stall doesn't even have your friends." Master Yue pointed at the well-dressed Ange, and then pointed at himself, "You look like an upper class person, and I'm just a down-and-out ramen chef.
How do upper class people have friends who make ramen?”
"You seem to have a new trendy culture in Japan called Cosplay, which means role-playing. You're pretty cool pretending to be a ramen chef." Angers poured himself a glass of soju.
"What does it mean to pretend to be a ramen chef?" Master Yue raised his eyebrows, "I am just a ramen chef. I am a genuine ramen chef and I do my job! I have been making noodles on this street for more than 60 years!"
"But the entire street worth 1.2 billion U.S. dollars under our feet belongs to you." Angers counted on his fingers, "It's 1.2 billion U.S. dollars. It would take an ordinary person to run a ramen stall for about 40,000 years to earn enough.
Billions of dollars.”
"I'm really poor. My income from selling ramen can only support myself. I can't even pay the land tax on this street. Those guys pay the tax for me every year." Master Yue sighed.
, "Owning a piece of land is useless if you don't rent it out or sell it. It's no different from owning a grave."
"But the assets in your name are far more than that." Ange helped Master Yue to clear up the treasures. "You have three 10,000-ton oil tankers in Tokyo Bay, a twenty-acre orchard in Suinami District, and a 20-acre orchard in Shinjuku District.
There are lots of old houses. The year before last, a developer had taken a fancy to the land in Shinjuku District and was interested in demolishing those old houses. It is said that they even offered a sky-high price that no one could refuse, but they didn't even own those old houses.
The identity of the person cannot be grasped.”
"Those are actually the properties of the Uesugi family. The family allocated them to my name back then and did not take them back." Master Yue said, "When I left the family, I had entrusted all the assets to a charity organization.
, they invest cash and liquid assets, and donate the dividends earned to children in need in society. On the day I die, all the assets under my name will be allocated to the dividends of the Sheqiba family in one go.
organizations, and they will ensure that the money will always be invested in public welfare undertakings.”
"So you are really poor, but I didn't expect that the underworld supreme leader at that time would actually change his mind and become passionate about charity. It's really gratifying." Angers clapped softly, "You don't seem surprised to see me at all? No.
Curious why I know so much about you?"
"Okawabata Detective Agency, your student Inuyama Ga recommended you to go there, right?" Master Yue and Ange were chatting, and unconsciously drank a pot of noodles. "I also know some detectives, such as those who just left just now.
Mr. Mori, although his ability to handle affairs is average, but in comparison, Mr. Mori at least has a bottom line as a detective, and those people in Okawabata can be said to have no bottom line. Both sides sell information and both sides take it all.
, so I knew you had come to Japan early on, because someone called me, and I thought about closing the stall to hide from you these days, but I have been selling ramen for so many years, and I can’t help but set up a stall here every day. I can’t just because
Your rat excrement stinks into my pot of delicious soup!"
"Look at what you said, it's like I'm the god of plague." Angers pushed the wine glass aside and prepared to welcome the fresh ramen, "Do you think I can't find you if you avoid me?"
"Of course you are the God of Plague. If you are not the God of Plague, who is the God of Plague? You are the biggest God of Plague in the world!" Master Yue said angrily, and then he sighed deeply as if accepting his fate, and said in a faint tone, "Of course I know that I
I can’t hide from you, the god of plague. It’s been more than sixty years... Angers, you still linger!”