Chapter 452: Courses of Traffic Class

On Saturday, June 7, at 3:30 pm, in a classroom of the Traffic Department of the Metropolitan Police Department.

podium. Police officer Yumi took a sip of water, and then asked the two students below, Mao Li and Conan, who had staring eyes and were clearly absent-minded, "Is there any problem with you two?"

Mori and Conan numbly shook their heads together.

"Well, that's the end of today's class." Police Officer Yumi said with a smile, "We will continue at 8:30 tomorrow morning. Remember not to be late."

"Also, and." Molly and Conan woke up together.

"Of course," Officer Yumei counted with his fingers, "From 8:30 am to 9:30 am, after a fifteen-minute break, from 9:45 am to 10:45 am, after a 10-minute break." Five minutes later, from 11:00 am to 12:00 am, one hour and 15 minutes for lunch plus lunch break, 15 minutes from 1:15 pm to 2:10 pm, 15-minute break, 2:30 pm to now 3:00 pm Thirty minutes, it's only six hours in total." Then he said, "This course has a total of thirty hours..."

"Three, thirty hours!" Maori and Conan were taken aback.

"Two days this week, two days next week, one day for class and another day for exams on the next Monday." Officer Yumi laughed.

"Is there still an exam?" Maori and Conan yelled together.

"Of course, what's so strange about this?" Police officer Yumi asked, "Isn't the Maori detective's driver's license taken?" Then he said to himself, "Is it necessary to write a report to reflect the problem of the driver's license?"

"No, no, no, Officer Yumi," Mori said loudly, "There is absolutely no problem with my driver's license."

"Okay, don't waste my time, you two can go." Police Officer Yumi said, "Remember to go back and review, I will ask questions tomorrow."

"Ah!" Mori and Conan shouted together.

"That's it, bye." Police officer Yumi waved to the two students who were on the table and went out.

After a while, Conan felt hairy all over, straightened up immediately, and found that it was Maori who was looking at him viciously.

"Hey, hey..." Conan laughed dryly, then picked up his textbook and ran away.

The confused Mao Li was stunned for a moment, then realized, and immediately yelled: "Little devil, don't run, stop for me, stop." After saying that, he chased him out, but ran back after a while to take away the things he forgot in class. Textbooks on the table. ...

Saturday, June 7, at 4pm, Maori Detective Agency.

Lan saw that Maori came in with a bad face, carrying Conan with a big mushroom on his head. Rubbing Conan's head, "No pain, no pain."

"Hmph!" Maori didn't answer, took a can of beer, sat down on his seat and took a few sips, then threw the textbook in his pocket on the table.

"Conan, what's going on?" Lan asked suspiciously.

Conan briefly explained, and then said: "So Uncle Maori is very angry."

"What's there to be angry about, Dad, just take the driver's license test again." Lan smiled, and then said, "Anyway, I don't have any business, so I'm free at home."

"Uh..." Maori was speechless.

"Okay, Conan, do you want to go shopping with me?" Lan asked.

"Okay, Sister Lan." Conan said immediately, then touched the mushroom on his head, and said embarrassedly, "Well, I still won't go."

"Really? See you later." Lan smiled and left.

"How did you get caught?" Yamazaki asked in a low voice.

Conan asked angrily, "If you don't let him calm down, what will you do at night?"

"I see." Yamazaki said with a smile, "Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain."

"It's going to hurt for three weeks now." Conan sighed.

Yamazaki smiled and said, "I probably won't beat you up again."

"I hope so." Conan said without confidence. ...

Night, the Miyamoto family.

Yamazaki called and there was a civil war in the Republic of Congo next door to Zayer.

"What's the reason?" Miko Miyamoto asked.

"The president wanted to eliminate his opponent, but he couldn't, so he fought," Yamazaki said.

Miko Miyamoto asked, "How did Zayier get affected?"

"Not yet, and the new dictator is busy buying those subordinates." Yamazaki said.

"This guy," Miyamoto Miko said with a smile, "does a good job."

"His father educated him." Yamazaki said with a smile.

"This dictator still has some tricks, but it's a pity that he died too early. He was only sixty-six years old this year. I thought he would live at least until the next century." Miko Miyamoto sighed, and then said, "It doesn't matter How about it, since we have been involved, we must guarantee our interests in Zayer."

"I understand, Miss." Yamazakifeng said, and continued, "By the way, Zayer's mining industry has almost been brought back to the country. They said they want to take a share."

"As long as you contribute funds, of course, you can contribute as much as you want." Miko Miyamoto said, "We pay taxes normally, and we don't occupy their family. The country of Yierh cannot be confused, and we do not take advantage of Zayer."

"I'll get someone to bring them a message," Yamazaki said.

Miko Miyamoto asked, "What else?"

"There is nothing else." Yamazaki said, "Miss, Mr. Miyamoto, good night. Master, Miss Mei Daiko, good night."...

On Sunday, June 8, at 8:30 am, in the classroom of the Traffic Department of the Metropolitan Police Department.

After the police officer Yumi and Mori and Conan greeted each other, they asked two questions, but they didn't ask Mori and Conan who worked hard last night, so the class continued. ...

Saturday, June 14, at 8:30 am, in the classroom of the Traffic Department of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Police officer Yumi greeted each other with Mori and Conan, and asked two questions, but they didn't ask Mori and Conan who had practiced, so they smiled and said: "Yes, it seems that we have reviewed everything, so let's continue the class."… …

Sunday, June 15, afternoon, Maori Detective Agency.

Seeing the exhausted faces of Maori and Conan who had returned home, Lan asked, "Are you alright?"

"No." Maori opened a can of beer and drank it.

"That's good. There's still one day of class and one day of exams. Let's work hard." Lan smiled.

"Understood, Sister Lan." Conan said.

Ran asked, "Conan, do you want to go buy dinner ingredients with me?"

"Go, go, Sister Lan." Conan said quickly. ...

Monday, June 16th, Good Mood, Miko Miyamoto's office.

Miko Miyamoto received a call from Otomo's house, "Miko, the batch of gold in Shikishima has been investigated. If you really want it, how about two billion yen?"

"1.2 billion yen." Miko Miyamoto said.

"No, no, this is absolutely not possible." Mr. Otomo said, "In this way, we don't need to waste time haggling. The price is 1.5 billion yen."

"1.5 billion yen." Miko Miyamoto was thinking.

Mr. Dayou said: "If it is lower, I would rather press the warehouse."

"Okay then, I'll take the 100 kilograms of gold." Miko Miyamoto said, "But exchange it for gold coins, and the mold will be the same as before."

"Well, if you want it, just buy it." Mr. Otomo said.

"What do you mean, you can't sell your gold?" Miko Miyamoto asked, "How much?"

"Well," Mr. Otomo said in embarrassment, "one ton."

"One-buy price, 9.5 billion yen." Miko Miyamoto said.

"Okay." Mr. Otomo said with some heartache.

Miyamoto Miko said: "These are all stocks, right? Then there is no need to melt them into gold coins."

"I see. Goodbye." Mr. Otomo hung up the phone after finishing speaking. ...