"That's right!" the woman nodded emphatically. "Sukezane Ogami owes our bank over two hundred million yen. It's not a small sum, but because he still has assets under his name and the Twilight Mansion currently holds some value, the audit will take thirty days to complete."
"I hope you can speed things up," Fujino said, his face grim. "I don't like waiting. If my patience runs out, then that mansion probably won't find anyone to take it over, and you should know the consequences of that..."
"We will definitely conduct the audit with the highest efficiency!" The female manager nodded frantically, her face pale, terrified that Fujino wouldn't take on this mess.
"Hmph..." Fujino scoffed, understanding her predicament perfectly. Sukezane Ogami's procedures at Suzuki Bank were compliant, but someone had to take the blame for these bad debts. A deceased person's outstanding accounts could only be handled by heirs or internally by the bank.
Given the current situation, the Twilight Mansion couldn't be sold at a public auction. Even if it were sold, its value wouldn't cover the debt. The final outcome would force her to cover the difference herself, but as a manager, she couldn't come up with two hundred million yen on the spot.
However, the strange young man named Hachi Neuchi was willing to take over the haunted house, offering her a lifeline. Forget a quick audit; in this situation, she'd even be willing to climb into his bed.
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Handing the matter over to the female manager made things much easier. After all, she had connections, so the Twilight Mansion could be his in less than thirty days. Fujino certainly wasn't keen on cleaning up Sukezane Ogami's mess, but this wasn't cleaning up a mess; it was claiming a treasure for himself.
Since the Twilight Mansion was filled with gold, it would eventually be discovered if it fell into other hands. It was better for him to pay a negligible sum to acquire the treasure directly, preventing others from finding it. Even if he couldn't empty it out immediately, in the near future, this would be a thousand-fold or ten-thousand-fold guaranteed investment.
"I wonder what that old man Renya Karasuma's expression would be if he knew this mansion was full of gold," Fujino mused, a satisfied smile playing on his face. From this perspective, it was a form of retaliation against the Organization.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Fujino took a deep breath and began to ponder his next move. That kid, Kaito Kid, was already dragged into this... While he wasn't sure if he'd show up, he had a backup plan. If he didn't... Hmph, Fujino would definitely corner him in Ekoda.
"Now that the basic plan is set, it's time to figure out how to make a profit from this..." Fujino rubbed his chin, considering how to justly and reasonably extract some funds from the Tokiwa Group. He recalled there was an event at their upcoming banquet where one could win a Ford sports car. He was definitely going to get that.
But a sports car wouldn't be enough to break even... Suddenly, something clicked. His gaze drifted to a nearby Rolex store, and a subtle smirk appeared on his lips.
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With the expectant gazes of the sales assistants on him, Fujino stepped out of the watch store. "Well, I've certainly upgraded, haven't I?" Fujino raised his wrist, admiring the black and red Rolex. He suddenly felt the kind of satisfaction only a wealthy old dog could experience.
This Rolex was worth ten million yen, which was roughly five to eight hundred thousand RMB. Rolexes were generally overpriced, and he heard this particular one was some kind of commemorative edition? Who cared? As long as it was valuable, that's what mattered. Besides, these salespeople wouldn't dare to deceive someone who would casually spend over ten million yen on a watch. And the staff had recognized him; if they dared to trick him, they'd probably be mobbed by detective fans the next day.
Of course, this was pocket change for him. As the most handsome and frugal man, he wouldn't foolishly spend money on this. He only bought it because he remembered that the Tokiwa Group's opening ceremony, which was in a few days, would collect everyone's watches and then return them with jewels of equivalent value as gifts. It just goes to show, they truly were big capitalists with such lavish gestures.
Fujino figured, why not just take the money instead of the jewels?
Roughly speaking, it was like getting a Rolex for free! Sweet!
"By the way, it should almost be Haibara's dismissal time, right?" Fujino thought to himself, pulling down his cuff to cover the Rolex, a satisfied, almost idiotic grin on his face. He planned to pick her up from school.
[Ding! New Detective Profession Mission detected! Please check it out!]
Before Fujino could even take a step, a system notification sounded in his ear. Simultaneously, a translucent screen appeared before him:
[Detective Profession Mission: Genta's Assassination!
Mission Overview: The reckless brat has provoked a robber this time.
Mission Objective: Save the reckless brat.
Mission Reward: Two million yen, three hundred Detective Reputation points.]
"Looks like the system and I are on the same page..." Fujino nodded, observing the mission description. Then, his gaze shifted towards the elementary school in the distance. "But a robber, daring to show his face... My pockets have been full lately, so I haven't made many moves. Have those lowlifes forgotten the fear of being dominated by a bat?"
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Teitan Elementary. Genta, the chubby kid, agilely flipped over the school wall. He cautiously looked around, then quickly prepared to flee.
"Wait, Genta!" A girl's voice called out; it was Ayumi and Conan's group.
"..." Genta froze.
"Genta, are you training for some kind of ninja technique?" Ayumi asked curiously, walking past a trash can and stopping in front of Genta.
"I bet you're trying to lose weight, right?" Mitsuhiko guessed excitedly. "No wonder you haven't been eating your school lunch... That's great!"
"Y-yes, that's right!" Genta immediately took the easy out and admitted. "I saw a super cool movie last time..."
"Isn't your idol Kamen Yaiba?" Conan retorted, looking exasperated. "And if that were true, you wouldn't have been hiding in your futon, trembling in fear at noon!"
"Could it be some kind of delusion?" Haibara Ai bent her small body, dusting off her khaki shorts, then looked at Genta. "For example, fantasizing about being chased by a blood-soaked samurai, and then starting to train against this imaginary enemy."
"He's just a kid, after all..." Conan nodded, looking serious. After all, when he was little, he used to fantasize about being trained by Sherlock Holmes. Ahem, no shame in that!
Genta, seeing their expressions, immediately became frustrated. "I'm not dreaming!"
Conan: "..."
Haibara Ai: "..." He's getting riled up!
"I'm really being chased!" Genta lowered his head, clenching his fists, a rare look of fear on his face. "Someone wants to kill me! That guy is a hitman!"
"A hitman?" Just then, a familiar voice sounded.
They turned to see a man in a black suit, exceptionally handsome, with a faint white shimmer on his wrist, approaching them. It was none other than Fujino.
Conan: "..." Damn it! What's blinding my eyes? Why does he seem to have an even stronger... "diamond bachelor" aura after just a few days?