Conan: Top succubus, crazy CP

"Let me introduce you to this, this is the first secretary of the Russian Embassy, ​​Siruov Chinikov."

Shiro Suzuki smiled and pointed to a burly man in a suit in the room.

"Please give me your guidance, Mr. Hanyu."

Russian Ambassador Siluofu Chitnikov bowed slightly to Hanyu Kusunoki to express his respect.

Obviously, he also learned something from his own intelligence agency and did not dare to underestimate Hanyu Kusunoki in the slightest.

"Hello."

Hanyu Kusunoki nodded politely in response, his expression calm, not showing any excessive concern.

I was thinking more that the ambassador's figure looked exactly like that of Vodka.

Does Gin really not consider checking the true identity of his little brother?

When the spy lists of various countries were announced that day, it was suddenly discovered that the winery did not exist at all.

"The person next door is the art dealer I found, Mr. Inui Masakazu." Shiro Suzuki continued to introduce.

I saw an elderly man who looked like a businessman standing up from the sofa with a professional smile on his face.

"And this is the freelance video writer Mr. Kanchuan Long who volunteered to take photos of the treasures."

Shiro Suzuki pointed at a young man leaning on a sofa.

"Please give me more advice!"

Hanchuan Long was sitting crookedly, without even standing up. As he spoke, he pointed the camera in his hand at the Heye girls who were whispering to each other.

His nonchalant look makes people feel a little disgusted.

The next moment, an open folding fan blocked the camera.

The fiery red fan ribs, like burning flames, form a sharp contrast with the pure snow-white fan surface.

One red and one white, the strong visual impact is eye-catching.

There were also a few flames painted on the fan, which seemed to have life, jumping and swaying, looking extremely strange.

It seemed that it could break free from the fan at any time and burn the whole world.

"Don't point the camera at random people, or you may end up being the one to blame."

Hanyu Kusunoki said calmly, holding a folding fan.

His voice was not loud, but it revealed an unquestionable majesty that could not be ignored.

The eyes of the people around gathered around.

After seeing everyone's reactions, Hanchuan Long reluctantly put down the camera in his hand and muttered in a low voice: "What a bummer..."

Hanyu Kusunoki put away his folding fan with a snap, too lazy to say anything more to a dead man.

At this time, Qian Jiangyi, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke up: "Mr. Hanyu, right? The folding fan in your hand seems to be different from others!"

Hearing this, everyone else also looked at the folding fan in Hanyu Nan's hand. They just thought that the folding fan was pretty and didn't think it was anything special.

However, since Qian Jiangyi, an art dealer, said so, this folding fan must be unique.

After all, the eyes of professionals are still trustworthy.

"Oh, it's just a little thing, not worth mentioning."

Hanyu Kusunoki gently turned the folding fan in his hand, and the flame-shaped fan pendant at the tail also swayed with the movement, making a slight sound.

I just upgraded the item last night, but I haven't tried it out yet.

Seeing that he had no intention of explaining, everyone had to look away.

Although I still have doubts in my mind, I don't want to ask any further.

Shiro Suzuki pointed at the last person in the room with a smile and continued to introduce, "The last person is Pu Siqinglan, a researcher on the Russian Romanov dynasty."

"Hello you all!"

Pu Siqinglan, a tall girl with short dark grey hair and wearing a blue cheongsam, stood up and greeted everyone in a gentle manner.

Hanyu Kusunoki paid more attention to her pair of beautiful legs that were a little too long.

No wonder he became a world-famous killer.

If this gets on a person, it will be fatal!

Hanyu Kusunoki was thinking secretly in his heart, but his face remained calm and he still maintained a polite smile.

Pu Siqinglan seemed to have noticed his gaze as her eyes flickered slightly, but soon returned to normal and continued to greet others.

"By the way, what is their appraisal value for this...egg?"

Kogoro Maori scratched his head. He had forgotten what the egg was called.

"Eight hundred million yuan."

General Qian opened his mouth and said.

"What! Eight hundred million!"

Everyone was shocked by this value except Hanyu Kusunoki and Sonoko.

Qian Jiangyi turned his head to look at Suzuki Shiro, whose expression also did not change, and said eagerly: "If you are willing to sell it, I can add a little more."

"President Suzuki, this is a precious Russian cultural relic!" Siluofu, who was standing by, immediately stopped him with an excited look on his face, "How can you sell it to such a short-sighted black-hearted businessman!"

As an ambassador of Russia, he felt that it was his responsibility to protect his country's cultural relics and could not bear to see his cultural relics lost abroad.

"You said I have no vision?"

Seeing that his plan to purchase the Egg of Memory was about to be ruined, Qian Jiangyi became anxious. His voice rose an octave and veins on his neck bulged.

The two of them started arguing loudly and neither of them gave in.

"Good! Good!"

Hanchuan Long held up a camera, watching the fun and adding fuel to the fire, "Photographing people is much more interesting than photographing things."

As he spoke, he stood up from the sofa, turned the camera to the silent Pu Siqinglan, and said maliciously: "You look like you don't care about anything. Logically speaking, as a researcher of the Romanov dynasty, you should want it more than anyone else, right?"

"That's right, but I don't have 8 million yuan." Pu Siqinglan turned her head away, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, and she looked very depressed.

"You're right. Even I can only come up with 2 million, let alone you."

Hanchuan Long continued to add fuel to the fire, recording non-stop with the camera in his hand, waiting to see if he could capture any exciting scenes.

As a dedicated freelance video writer, if you can't find the material, just make it yourself.

"You can't buy it as fast as you snatch it!"

Hanyu Nan looked at Hanchuan Long who was still provoking Pu Siqinglan with words, and patted the folding fan in his hands.

If you like to watch the fun, don't worry, you will soon be treated as the fun.

"Okay, let's talk about the eggs another day!"

Shiro Suzuki, who was afraid that the tense group might start a fight, took the initiative to order them to leave.

"Since President Suzuki said so, I'll take my leave today."

They were all well-known figures. After calming down a little, the four of them packed up their belongings, said goodbye and left with different expressions on their faces.

As the sensor door opened, Masato Nishino, who was holding a box, happened to meet several people who were leaving.

After letting a few people go out first, Nishino Makoto walked into the room cautiously.

"President, I brought the Egg of Memory."

"Thank you for your hard work. Just put it on the table!"

After giving the instructions, Shiro Suzuki extended his hand to invite Kogoro Mori and the others to sit down, and a kind smile returned to his face.

"Can we see the egg, too?"

Xiaolan asked curiously.

He Ye and Ming Mei on the side also wanted to see what an 8 million egg looked like.

At this time, Yuanzi squinted his eyes and said indifferently, "It doesn't look that good from the outside."