COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Tsushima Club Building.

top layer.

Tsushima Shuji was sitting on the office chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window processing documents, while videotaping with Sawada Hiroki.

The other party is also wearing a black suit and sitting in an office chair looking at documents.

Two underage people who have begun to worry about the industry they manage are working together across the screen.

"Master Xiuji..." Butler Tanaka knocked on the door and walked in.

"Master Hiroshi." He greeted Sawada Hiroshi on the screen beside him.

"Mr. Tanaka." Sawada Hiroki also responded politely.

"Is something wrong?" the boy sitting in the office chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window asked, putting down the document in his hand.

"Actually... there is something wrong with the renovation of the food court." Butler Tanaka stood beside the boy.

"The person in charge of negotiating with the merchants in the food street... failed." He whispered.

"Failure?" The boy tapped the desktop with his finger.

"It is said that he was defeated by a merchant's cooking skills and gave up persuasion..." Butler Tanaka lowered his head and said.

This kind of trivial matter actually troubles Young Master Xiuzhi...

The person in charge is too disqualified.

but…

"The owner of that merchant is Mr. Yukihira Seiichiro." Butler Tanaka said respectfully.

"Hey... Mr. Yukihira..." Tsushima Shuji kicked on the ground and sat back on the chair.

Facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Looking out the window, it was as if he had stepped on the building complex under his feet.

"It's not a loss to take a trip." He said leisurely, looking into the distance.

Suddenly he turned the chair back to face the screen.

"Hiroshu, next time you come, you can try Mr. Kohei's cooking skills." He looked at the boy on the screen and said.

"Does Noah like Mr. Kohei's cooking skills?" Sawada Hiroki was sitting at the desk with a pen in one hand, with a table full of documents in front of him.

"Well... let's say I like it." The black-haired kite-eyed boy nodded thoughtfully.

"Is that so..." Sawada Hiroki thought deeply.

With Sindora's financial resources, can Mr. Yukihira be turned into a personal chef?

Since Noah likes each other's cooking...

"That Mr. Yukihira is known as a wandering cook..." Tsushima Shuji shook his head.

"Many people have thought about making each other their exclusive chef, but they have all failed." His tone was not without pity.

Although I thought about catching the other party and locking it up...

But the mood of the cook will affect the taste of the food.

So...forget it.

"Then I'll take a look first and talk later, Hiroshi." Tsushima Shuji said goodbye to Sawada Hiroshi.

"By the way, if there are too many documents, hand them over to Sindora's assistant or the like. This is what they should do." Tsushima Shuji reminded.

"Okay." Sawada Hiroki nodded.

The screen went black immediately.

He looked at the table full of documents.

Sure enough, it should be handed over to the assistant as Noah said...

And he doesn't really care about Sindora's situation...

…

"I didn't expect that Mr. Yukihira would open a small shop here..." Butler Tanaka sat in the co-pilot, looking at the store full of customers.

Countless so-called wealthy people in the upper class have asked Yukihira Seiichiro to cook for themselves, and they are eager to provide the other party.

But the other party's whereabouts are always a mystery, and no one can be found.

"After all, what a cook is after is so-called happiness..." Shuji Tsushima sat in the car and looked at the happy smiles on the faces of the customers in the restaurant.

"Maybe this is now, for Mr. Kohei, it is happiness." His tone was flat.

"However, there are so many people inside..." Butler Tanaka frowned.

Do you want Young Master Xiuzhi to crowd with that group of people?

Such a space environment that seems to make it difficult to breathe...

"It's okay, wait until they close." Tsushima Shuji shook his head gently.

In this world, what he lacks the most is time.

Yukihira Soma, male, fifteen years old, first year student of Togetsu High School.

Not long ago, three people who were said to be real estate companies in black suits and sunglasses were welcomed into the house.

Ready to buy their restaurant and transform the food court into a sky courtyard-themed high-rise building.

Soma Kohei solved the trouble with cooking.

However.

"It won't be so simple, this kind of thing is not something I can decide alone."

"There will be other people coming to you." The woman wearing sunglasses covered her mouth and left with a chuckle.

"Really..." Kohei Soma recalled while wiping the table.

"Whoever it is, I will stop him." He was full of confidence.

"This confidence is very good." Yukihira Seiichiro encouraged.

"of course…"

"Ah, guest, we're already closed." Koping Soma said looking at the boy who pushed in the door.

But he stopped when he saw the strong men in black suits following behind him.

Same as the person who came to the store last time.

It's just that the leader this time is a boy who looks younger than him.

He has slightly curly black hair at the end, his right eye wrapped in bandages, a medical cotton cloth on his left face, a pale complexion, a kite-colored left eye, and some rounded cheeks.

Black suit and coat.

The temperament is not at all immature, but full of coolness and calmness.

The old man in the black suit was two steps behind him.

The strong men in black suits stood in two rows behind them.

"Are you guys in the same group as those who wore black suits before?" Kopei Soma asked.

"Xingping can't close the door, let's go back." He looked tired.

"But speaking...you look a little familiar..." he thought while rubbing his chin.

"Oh! I remembered it! There were many commercials on TV and you were on the outside...is that you?" He said in a reminiscent tone.

"World Archery Championship - Shuji Tsushima." Yukihira Seiichiro came out.

"At the same time, he is also the president of the Tsushima Society..." A tone of voice he knew very well.

"Good evening, Mr. Seiichiro." Butler Tanaka bowed slightly to greet him.

"President Tsushima came here at night, why?" Yukihira Seiichiro wiped his hands and asked.

"It must be the same as the previous group of people who wanted us to transfer the shop, and then change this street into what they said... Sky... Hanging Garden? The building~www.novelmt.com~ Soma Kohei said on the side.

"I said, it's impossible for us to transfer it, let's go." Koping Sosama's tone was impatient.

"But if you don't transfer, other shops have already been transferred. By then, the surrounding construction area will be blocked... Will there really be customers?" The black-haired boy stood there, his eyes calm and his tone indifferent waves.

"You..." Kohei Soma clenched his fists.

"In that case..." The black-haired boy shook his head.

"Entertain me."

"If I eat happily, this street can be saved."

"Tsushima Club will turn this street into a specialty food street." He half-drooped his eyes, looking tired.

Tsushima Shuji: Let your father cook for me, hurry up, if you are happy, you can take this street to you.