Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

The Rice Flower Hotel, a place that once carried countless hatred and regret, morality and law, love and being loved, ushered in another grand event.

TENSE has packaged all the rooms and banquet halls of the hotel. In addition to the press conference and dinner that have been announced to the public, they have also prepared more complete conference negotiation services for many partners. Many business and political celebrities who arrived early were very fond of TENSE's hospitality.

It's just that they all forgot that TENSE is actually the "guest" who came from afar.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, before the press conference started, there were already many domestic and foreign media reporters gathered in the reception hall. They have cameras set up, and some are even connected to the TV station.

It can be said that the eyes of the world are all focused on the Rice Blossom Hotel, and on the upcoming chairman of the TENSE Group.

Suzuki Sonoko stood with Uncle Jiroyoshi on the balcony of the top-floor suite, watching the lively scene downstairs.

Suzuki Jiroji smacked his lips and said with emotion: "As expected of TENSE, this is the first time I have encountered this scene in so many years."

"How could that be?" Suzuki Sonoko was surprised, "Didn't there be a lot of guests when the Suzuki Tower cut the ribbon before? There was also the maiden voyage of the Bell Shirley II, the upgraded and opened Dongdu Aquarium, the Lake Rock Art Museum... "

"How can it be the same?! This is a super TV broadcast. No matter where you are in the world, as long as you can watch TV and have Internet access, you can witness the press conference held by TENSE today. I want to do this too!"

Uncle Jiroyoshi, you just want to make headlines, right?

Suzuki Sonoko laughed dryly, and then asked inexplicably: "But Uncle Jiroyoshi, TENSE is only expanding the Japanese market, why does it launch the live broadcast of news media from all over the world? It is estimated that the upcoming World Games in Japan will be nothing more than that. "

About this, Suzuki Jirokichi doesn't seem to know much.

I am afraid that this question also plagues most of the people attending today.

On the other side of the Suzuki's suite, just one wall apart, in the same luxurious room, there is only one person in the huge space.

Milky white gauze curtains hang on the soft carpet, blocking the dazzling sun outside the window, only a faint brilliance seeps in, making the room a little dim.

A figure was sitting on the sofa, propping his head with his hands, and seemed to be taking a nap. The refreshments placed on the coffee table had gone from steaming to completely cold, but they remained untouched.

The man was wearing a neatly ironed white shirt with more decorative metal cuffs on the sleeves, and a low-necked waistcoat of the same color made his figure more straight and slender. The scattered black hair has long been neatly arranged with hair oil, and if you get closer, you can smell a touch of rosin.

Even if he closed his eyes and rested, his slightly frowning brows did not relax, and he could still see the indistinct bruises after the modification.

This person is Nobuyoshi Asano, who has disappeared from the public eye for nearly a week. Different from the kindness and easy-going he gave before, Nobuyoshi Asano, who has been dressed up a little at this time, has a melancholy and elegant temperament.

From certain angles, he and Takayanagi Qianhe are quite similar.

"Jingle Bell--"

The sudden, loud phone ringing shattered the silence, and the noise made Xinfan frown even more. He opened his eyes slowly, a trace of impatience flashed across his eyes, and soon returned to normal.

"Hey?"

The Adam's apple moved slightly, and the man's unique voice fluttered, and got into the auricle of the woman opposite the phone.

"The press conference is about to start. As today's protagonist, you don't want to be late, do you?" Yamada Liuye reminded with a smile.

In this regard, Shinfan only used a faint word "oh" to deal with it.

Yamada Liuye was slightly stagnant: "As a lady who is about to get engaged, it is very rude to attend a dinner party without a male companion."

Xin Fan sneered when he heard the words: "It seems that Miss Liu Ye is looking forward to tonight."

"Aren't you the same?" Yamada Liuye countered unceremoniously, "Rum has already arrived, don't make them wait too long."

After saying that, Nobuyuki, a female companion with a bit of an eldest temperament, hung up the phone angrily, and the silence that should have been restored in the room instantly returned.

Nobunaga put down the receiver, got up and faced the window.

Because of the curtains, he could only see the blue sky outside, just like the unknown future, blocked by the thick fog, so he couldn't see it clearly, so he could only cross the river by feeling the stones.

But so what?

The so-called bare feet are not afraid of wearing shoes, but Shinfan has nothing now, but maybe he can burst out with the momentum and determination to fight to the death.

He adjusted the bow tie at the collarbone, took off the outer tuxedo from the hanger on the side, and it was neatly dressed in less than a minute.

Just at this moment, someone pretending to be a waiter at the Rice Blossom Hotel knocked on the door: "Mr. Asano, it's almost time."

Xin Fan didn't answer, just opened the door and walked out.

Coincidentally, he happened to bump into Suzuki Sonoko who had just left the house.

Seeing him, Suzuki Sonoko's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly stopped him: "Mr. Asano!"

Nobunaga turned his head to look at her, but he didn't mean to stop to say hello. He just nodded slightly to Suzuki Sonoko out of politeness, and then Shi Shiran turned and left.

Suzuki Sonoko frowned in confusion as she watched Asano Nobunaga leave.

"Really, if I had known that there was no auction, I wouldn't have come to swim in this muddy water." Suzuki Jiroji walked out cursingly, "Huh? Sonoko, why don't you go down?"

"Ah!" Suzuki Sonoko returned to his senses and said embarrassedly, "I met an acquaintance just now, but he doesn't seem to be willing to pay attention to me."

"Huh? Somebody dares to ignore our garden?!" Suzuki Jiro Yoshimitsu's emotions were hooked by this sentence, he was eager to smash that daring guy to pieces immediately.

Suzuki Sonoko quickly reassured his uncle: "It's okay, he looks very busy. And he's wearing a dress, so he should also attend the dinner party, so it's the same to say hello at that time."

However, Suzuki Jiroji's focus has always been different. Suzuki Sonoko's words made him vigilant: "He? Which kid dares to ignore you and let you take the initiative to say hello?"

Suzuki Sonoko: "...Okay, okay, the press conference is about to start, let's hurry up!"

...

The press reception hall was crowded with people, and the party had arranged about a hundred seats, which was not enough. At least half of the reporters could only stand beside them.

There is a row of comfortable leather sofas in the first row of the press area, which is where TENSE's high-rise is located. A podium and a microphone were set up in front of the screen to answer questions and speeches by reporters. In addition, there is a circle around the hall similar to the box stand of the Opera Hall for the participating partners to watch the press conference.

The Suzuki Consortium is located in the stands on the second floor, opposite them is the Oka family in Kyoto.

"Hmph, those guys are here too!" Suzuki Jiroji sighed heavily, folded his arms and seemed to be reluctant.

Suzuki Sonoko was lying on the edge of the stand, looking at the press conference with bright eyes: "It's an exaggeration, it's hard to imagine that this is just a press conference!"

"I'm afraid it's more than a simple press conference." Suzuki Jiroji looked at a booklet similar to a program and said calmly.

"What's wrong?" Suzuki Sonoko came over.

Suzuki Jirokichi turned the booklet out and put it in front of Suzuki Sonoko.

The booklet describes the procedures of the press conference and dinner, and one of the lines is particularly eye-catching - the engagement ceremony of the president of the Asia Pacific region of TENSE Group.

"This, this..." Suzuki Sonoko's eyes widened in disbelief, "Is TENSE planning to make full use of a dinner party to solve all the activities?"

They don't even know the identity of this mysterious Asia-Pacific president as a guest, and they already need to attend his engagement ceremony?

Suzuki Jiroji shook his head and said, "I can't understand the thoughts of the chairman of TENSE anymore."

"Speaking of which, do you know the chairman of TENSE, Uncle Jiroji? I only heard that he seems to be a Japanese-American."

"I don't know. But TENSE seems to be related to the Karasuma family in the past."

Because he also likes to collect works of art, Suzuki Jirokichi's understanding of Karasuma Renye is unexpectedly in-depth. Even the public security did not know about the connection between TENSE and Karasuma Renye, but he vaguely knew something.

Suzuki Sonoko became more and more curious: "Will their chairman show up at such an important press conference?"

There was also Mr. Asano, who seemed to be coming down to attend the press conference just now, but Suzuki Sonoko did not find him among the surrounding guests.

But when Mouri Kogoro walked into the reception hall with his daughter and Conan, Suzuki Sonoko caught it at a glance.

She desperately waved to Mao Lilan, and finally caught Mao Lilan's attention.

"Ah, it's Yuanzi, she's upstairs!"

"The Suzuki Foundation, the Ooka family, the Kikugawa family, the Jiang Shou family... tsk, even the son of Director Hakuba was invited. It's really scary. To be able to get celebrities from all walks of life in Japan to obediently attend the appointment, this TENSE group is really just like this on the surface. Is it simple?"

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Conan didn't have to look back to know who was coming: "Brother Heiji, long time no see, have you received an invitation too?"

The pretentious Kudo Shinichi obviously amused Hattori Heiji, he took the opportunity to touch Conan's hairy head: "Yes, yes, even I, a famous detective in Kansai, have been invited, why can't I see the savior of the Metropolitan Police Department? What about Kudo Shinichi's figure?"

Hearing this, Mao Lilan was a little disappointed: "Yeah, Xinyi still doesn't seem to want to show his face."

"Che, that kid must be looking for his parents!" Kogoro Mori picked up the cocktail from the waiter's plate and gulped it down.

"Ah, Dad, drink less!"

"It's okay, high-end liquor won't get drunk." After speaking, Kogoro Mori finished another glass.

"Speaking of which, even if these second and third generations are invited because of their personal abilities, in the eyes of most people, they are still linked to their origins." Conan looked at the lively venue and said with emotion.

Hattori Heiji curled his lips in agreement: "Japan's hereditary system is deeply rooted, how can it be so easy to change."

Just like him, although he has made continuous efforts to get rid of the label of "Son of Hattori Heizang", and even won the title of "Famous Detective of Kansai" by virtue of his reasoning ability, but as long as he goes to the crime scene, others will judge him first. The impression is still the son of the Osaka Police Chief.

Conan suddenly remembered that the last time he talked about the Japanese hereditary system was with Asano Haibara Ai. At that time, they were also invited to a press conference, and Mr. Asano was also not present.

But at that time, despite the confusion about the future, Conan was very confident, and he knew that he would be able to restore the identity of Kudo Shinichi. Now it is different. Mr. Asano's whereabouts are unknown, the organization is still as strong as an iron barrel, his parents are missing, Haibara Ai is depressed, and he seems to see no hope for the future.

Under the name of "Chief Police Chief's Son", Ling Gu was dormant in the corner of the reception hall, watching the lively scene.

Feng Jianyu also followed him and said worriedly: "TENSE's influence is too terrible. Now as long as someone throws a missile at the Rice Flower Hotel, Japan's future will be completely destroyed."

Jiang Gu Ling frowned: "What nonsense?! A few thousand people in the Rice Flower Hotel can decide the future of 120 million people in Japan?"

Feng Jianyu also immediately fell silent.

Since the quarrel with Mr. Asano, Mr. Furuya has become eccentric and uncertain, so he should say a few words less.

In fact, when he first entered the venue, he found that something was wrong.

After all, he had worked in the Rice Flower Hotel for a period of time, and had a certain understanding of the staff and management here, but all the waiters, security guards, and managers who appeared in his eyes today were not the same people as before. Tani Zero even saw one or two familiar faces—he was pretty sure they were all members of the organization.

The main purpose of his participation in the banquet today has been achieved, and TENSE is indeed the minion of the organization. What he urgently needs to figure out now is what the organization wants to do with the banquet.

A sleek black Porsche 356A had an unsightly wagging tail before the Rice Blossom Hotel - the classic car is old, understandable.

The driver in black clothes, black hat and black sunglasses got out of the car, opened the door respectfully, and led a slender figure with long hair fluttering down.

The onlookers were disappointed when they saw him.

Alas, it would be great if only a beautiful silver-haired girl was a burly and cold man!

Feeling the unfriendly eyes around him, the air pressure around Gin was lower.

Seeing this, Vodka hurriedly reminded him in a low voice: "Brother, that lord attaches great importance to today's banquet, and told us not to let us do it."

"Shut up, I know!" Gin warned viciously.

By contrast ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Belmode, who is often on the red carpet and in the spotlight, is much more at ease.

She was wearing a sapphire blue high-slit long dress, which undoubtedly showed her charming and sexy, and her golden wavy curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders, which made her skin fairer.

Belmod is also holding a stern man, whose face is as tough as a knife, and he has a cold temperament that rejects people thousands of miles away. He doesn't seem to be interested in noisy banquets, and even if his girlfriends are charming and eye-catching, they can't arouse the slightest interest in him.

"Oops, Ley, a reporter is taking pictures of us, what do you think of this pose?"

Akai Shuichi calmly pushed Bermodo away and walked into the venue on his own.

Sorry, he has a girlfriend.

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