Chapter 583: The Missing Writer
Sunday, April 26, at 8:00 pm, Mei Dai Restaurant.
Miko Miyamoto looked at the people who came in, shook her head and smiled, and said in Russian: "Good evening, Mira." Then she told Mei Daizi to bring a bottle of vodka.
"Good evening, ma'am." Mira said in Japanese, and then saw that there was no one in front of her, so she asked, "Why, did you know I was coming?"
"No, I only heard the news that you are coming not long ago." Miyamoto Miko said with a smile, "They are watching the football game upstairs."
"I see." Mira said, and then sat down at the bar.
After a while, Mei Daizi brought the vodka, "It's you, what are you doing here?"
"Some things." Mira said bitterly.
"I see." Mei Daizi put down the vodka and left.
"Please." Miko Miyamoto opened the vodka and placed it in front of Mira.
"Thank you." Mira drank half a bottle of vodka in one breath, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said to Miko Miyamoto, "You should know something about my reason for coming."
"For more than a month, your new acting prime minister who caused conflicts between the president and the parliament is now a world-renowned figure." Miyamoto Miko said with a smile, "The parliament has insisted on it for more than a month and finally stopped insisting. It should be It's got to be worse."
"So, what do you mean?" Mira asked, "What conditions can prevent you from withdrawing the tens of billions of dollars in funds?"
"Which one am I the first one you visited?" Miko Miyamoto asked.
"I'm only in charge of you," Mira said.
"You should understand that I don't care about it anymore." Miko Miyamoto said, "Misa was actually optimistic about your market at the beginning, but now, various unfavorable factors have caused her to make the same choice as others and flee."
"You should understand that I am here to eliminate certain unfavorable factors." Mira said bitterly, "I am here to negotiate terms."
"Olivia used to have a lot of direct investment in your country, but you have a paper document and covert support, and she is basically out of the game in a short period of time." Miko Miyamoto said, "Of course, this It's normal, after all, Olivia is not from your country, and your president is not in good health, and most of the affairs are taken care of by those people, so it's strange that they don't take the opportunity to make some money."
"Thank you for your understanding." Mira said, "One of the conditions I brought this time is to relax the investment restrictions on certain company shares to 51%, and some can be relaxed to 50%. seventy-five."
"I'm sure there will be other restrictions on these, and the consequences will be very troublesome." Miko Miyamoto said.
"Then, let's open it." Mira said.
"It's impossible for now." Shaking her head, Miko Miyamoto said, "If you didn't think of the friction between Olivia's people and those people last time, you might have asked someone from the military to come forward to suppress it. , I won’t let you sit here either.”
Mira said happily: "Since you can let me sit here, then there is something to talk about."
"Not talking, just to inform you," Miyamoto Miko said with a smile, "Olivia has stockpiled a lot of food, she wants to..."
"I know that Ms. Olivia has stockpiled food that can satisfy the consumption of our people for a week, but we don't lack this right now," Mira said.
"Then there is nothing to talk about for the time being." Miko Miyamoto said, "But it's rare for you to come, and since you didn't take back the shipyard, I'm embarrassed to let you go back empty-handed. Place a purchase order of one billion dollars, rough metal minerals, crude oil minerals, gemstone minerals, all can be sent to the Tomato Base, there is really too much space, and it is good to be a warehouse for the time being. Time, next month One month will be enough, and the delivery will be made at the current price, and you will pay for the freight yourself."
"Okay, I see." Mira took out a pen and paper and left an account number.
Then he drank the vodka in the bottle in one gulp, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Miko Miyamoto said. ...
Not long after Mira left, Lan came in angrily.
Mei Daizi who happened to come to the front to collect the bottle asked, "Why are you back so early?"
"Yeah, what happened again?" Miyamoto Miko asked with a smile.
"I'm not dad yet," Lan said briefly, "Auntie, tell me, what should I do now."
"Heh, heh," Miko Miyamoto smiled, "I have no other choice." He continued, "But I think you should put this matter aside first."
"It has to be like this." Lan complained, "It's all my father's fault, really."
"Okay, don't think too much, go back and rest." Miko Miyamoto smiled. ...
Tuesday, April 28, at 5:00 pm, Mori's.
The three of Maori watched the rebroadcast of yesterday's mystery drama, Detective Zuowen series, while eating dinner.
Watching the quiz on TV, Lan said, "The murderer is the victim's son."
Mao Li said: "Stupid, his son is just a cover, but the real culprit should be the victim's wife."
Lan asked: "Conan, tell me, who do you think the murderer is?"
Conan said: "Me, I also choose the same person as Sister Lan."
"Look, Conan also chose him." Lan laughed.
Mao Li said angrily: "A child only looks at the surface, he doesn't understand at all."
At this time, the answer was revealed, and the murderer was the victim's son.
"How is this possible," Maori said in surprise, "I remember the last time I saw it..."
"This Detective Zuowen series will re-edit the script every time, so the murderer is different every time." Lan said proudly, "Because of this, it will be more interesting."
"Hmph!" Maori took out the TV remote control and changed the channel.
"Ah! What are you doing, Dad?" Lan called.
"What's so great about a third-rate detective drama like that, it's so boring," Maori said.
"Quickly switch back to the original channel." Lan said.
"I'm not changing it," Molly said.
Lan said: "How can you do this, give me the remote control, the show is almost over."
"Just don't give it." Maori laughed.
Watching Lan and Maori scrambling for the remote control across the dinner table, Conan muttered helplessly: "Really, we will quarrel over this kind of thing."
After a while, Lan grabbed the remote control and broadcast the channel back, but the Detective Zuowen series had ended, so she complained to Mao Li: "It's all about you, the show is over."
"What's so good about this kind of program? It's been broadcast several times on TV." Mao Li said, "By the way, I remember that this novel stopped publication a few years ago, and the craze has long since passed. gone."
"Oh, maybe it's because this novel has started to be serialized again. I found it when I went to buy a cooking book. I heard that it started to be serialized on Literature and Art Times two months ago." Lan went to find a book on the bookshelf. , "Look, the new name is Ren Tailang, the long-awaited detective Zuo Wenwen has been resurrected again."
"It's true." Conan happily took the book and turned it over, "It's really nostalgic. He disappeared into the fire scene with the murderer ten years ago. I didn't expect that Zuo Wenwen was still alive. ah."
"Remember?" Lan asked suspiciously.
"Ah, uh," Conan blinked his eyes, "that's what Shinichi brother said on the phone before."
"Did Xinyi call?" Lan asked a little angrily.
Mao Li smiled and said, "It's better if you can't answer that brat's call."
At this time, the office's doorbell rang, and a guest came.
Mao Li said: "Lan, I'm off work, you can ask the guests to come back tomorrow."
"Okay, Dad." Lan went out.
After a while, Lan's voice came up, "I'm sorry miss, today is already..."
"But there is one thing I must discuss with the Maori detective," the woman said, "Please let me meet and talk to him anyway."
The voice is good, Mao Li immediately took a coat and ran to the door to have a look, and found that it was a beautiful woman in her twenties with a sad face, she immediately put on her coat and ran over to squeeze Lan aside, "Ah, Miss Jean You have been waiting for a long time, I am Mori Kogoro, come, please come in, let's talk inside." He opened the door of Mori Detective Agency.
"What kind of attitude is that?" Lan raised her triangular eyes, and then heard the door opening of Mei Dai Restaurant next door, knowing that Yamazaki and Mei Daizi were there, she went to inform Yamazaki.
Maori Detective Agency.
After Mao Li invited the woman in, he was about to invite her to sit down and found a pile of rubbish made by himself on the coffee table, and immediately snatched them all away, and quickly wiped the table clean with a rag.
Lan, who came in with Yamazaki, muttered, "Really, I don't usually see him so diligent." Then he went to the kitchen to prepare tea.
After a while, Lan served tea, "Tea, please."
"Thank you." The woman said.
Maori asked, "Miss, may I have your last name?"
The woman said: "My name is Xinming Xiangbaoli, and my new name Ren Taro is my father."
Mao Li smiled and said, "So you are the daughter of that great writer. I can never tire of reading his works."
"Thank you." Xinna Xiangbaoli said.
"Then what do you want from me?" Maori asked, "Could it be that your father wants to write me in his novel?"
"No," Xinming Xiang Baoli said worriedly, "Actually, my father has been missing for two months."
"The whereabouts are unknown?" Mao Li asked in surprise, "How do you say that? Your father has published his serial novels on Literary Times, hasn't he?"
"But what I said is true," Shinna Kabori said worriedly, "my father is missing at home, and so is my mother."
"Lingtang is gone?" Maori asked.
"The day my father and mother disappeared was exactly one week before the start of the serialization you mentioned, and my father only left a note saying "I'm going out for a while" and then disappeared." Xinna Xiangboli said, "I have already Asked all relatives and friends, but no one knows where they are."
Mao Li said: "This is strange. Since your father's novels can be serialized, it means that he is currently writing novels."
Shinna Kabori said: "That's true, but my father's original manuscripts are sent to the publishing house by fax."
"Fax? Then on the fax, isn't there such information as the phone number of the person who sent the fax?" Mao Li said, "But it doesn't matter if it doesn't. Please ask the police to check it out."
The new name, Xiang Baoli, said: "There are phone numbers, but they are all from abroad."
"All?" Molly asked.
"Yes, and in a different place, even in a different country," said Shinna Kabori.
"Ah?" Maori said, "Then, I think your father must have traveled somewhere with Lingtang, and they probably faxed it from the hotel where they stayed."
"I thought so too at first, but why didn't my father and mother contact me for two months, and tomorrow is my birthday, and they would be with me in previous years," Xinna Xiangbaori said worriedly, " So I had to think about the worst."
Maori asked, "Have you reported the incident to the police?"
"I called the police, and it's been almost two months." Xinming Xiangbaoli said, "But since I didn't receive any extortion calls or letters, the police didn't have any clues. They just reassured me that they must be safe and sound. I don't need to worry."
"So that's how it is," Mori said with a smug smile, "That's why I came to see me, Mori Kogoro."
"Yes, I found a lot of detectives, but they all said there was nothing I could do." Xinming Xiangbaoli said, "So, I can only ask you, Mr. Mori."
"Uh," thinking of his reputation for bringing bad things to the client, Maori smiled awkwardly, "That's right." Then he said, "Staying here will only waste time. In my opinion, since your father will Pass the manuscript, let's go to that publishing house to have a look, and it won't be too late to find a way when we get there."
"Okay." Xinming Xiangbaori said.
Afterwards, Mori went downstairs and stopped a taxi. Xinming Xiangbaoli, Lan who was holding Conan, and Mori sat in the back seat. Mori originally wanted to sit next to Xinming Xiangbaoli, but was squeezed away by Lan, and Yamazaki returned to the United States. Dai Restaurant said hello and sat in the passenger seat after returning. ...;