Conan: Money is Almighty

But before Mori Kogoro could be happy, Kikuemon spoke again.

“Mr. Miyamoto, I specially made a pottery for you, I originally planned to personally send it to you, since you are here now, then I will hand it over to you now.”

Specially made, specially made. These four words have been echoing in Maori Kogoro’s mind.

His own is only the best work of the other party, but Miyamoto Han’s is a pottery specially prepared by the other party.

Now Maori Kogoro’s psychology is extremely unbalanced, and he looks at Miyamoto Han jealously.

Miyamoto Han naturally also noticed the jealous eyes of Maori Kogoro, as well as the angry eyes of Conan beside him.

He shook his head helplessly, if the other party looked like this, he had no way to ask Kikuemon to make a special pottery for Maori Kogoro.

Following Kiku Youemon, Miyamoto Han also walked out, and Xiaoran and Ichige also followed with a smile.

Only two Maori Kogoro and Conan, who were unhappy with Miyamoto, were left, but Maori Kogoro also looked at Conan unhappy and kicked him in the ass.

“Why haven’t you kept up?”

“You!” Conan only dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, so he immediately followed.

Seeing that the other party left, Maori looked at the teacup in his hand and nodded, thinking that although it was not as valuable as Miyamoto Han’s heart-filled peony stone.

Placing the teacup in the center of the tea table, Maori Kogoro walked out with confidence.

Several people soon arrived at a place at the back of the courtyard, and a huge kiln appeared in front of everyone’s eyes.

“What a big fire kiln!” Xiao Lan exclaimed.

“yes.” Maori Kogoro was also a little surprised.

An unassuming man was sitting in front of the kiln, adding firewood to it, and the fire in the kiln burned fiercely outside.

“Otani, how is the situation now?” Kikuemon asked.

The man known as Otani turned around and spoke, “By night, you should be able to burn the pottery.” ”

At this time, a large pile of ceramic fragments attracted everyone’s attention, and the curious baby Conan walked up and asked, “What are these fragments?” ”

Arita looked at the fragment that Conan was pointing to, and said, “It was broken by Mrs. Tsuchiya, a fragment of our ceramics.” ”

“You mean, she broke all these ceramics?” Maori Kogoro asked with a puzzled look, why should such a valuable ceramic be broken, even if it can’t be sold for millions, at least it can be sold for hundreds of thousands.

The other party actually broke these ceramics.

“Don’t look at Mrs. Tsuchiya, she’s actually very eye-catching, so if our work can’t even pass her standards, the master can’t like it.”

Seto also spoke while speaking, with respect for Mrs. Tsuchiya in his tone.

But Miyamoto Han knew that in another ten hours, Mrs. Tsuchiya would die at the hands of this man.

“Speaking of which, the only son who was supposed to inherit my mantle fell in love with her unique ability, so I have already decided that after my hundred years, it will be up to her to decide Kikuyouemon and who will inherit this name.”

Kikuemon was also praising Mashiko Tsuchiya on the side.

“But the standards have been too strict lately.” Arita complained on the side.

“You’re going to be much better than me, like I did this month, only through two works.” Seto said with a smile, his tone full of self-deprecation.

Sitting in front of the fire kiln, Otani, who was burning the fire, also spoke: “As for me, in the past three months, none of them have passed, I think I probably have no hope.” ”

“All the doubts in my heart will be presented on the burning of pottery, and if I make pottery in this mood, I must feel awkward about what I want to burn.” Kikuemon said as he held a fragment from the pile of porcelain tiles.

Then said with a smile: “The heart is like a mirror to stop water, when making pottery, if you can be open-minded, then you will definitely be able to…”

“Ugh!”

Before he could finish speaking, a scream came, it was Mrs. Tsuchiya’s voice.

The faces of several people in front of the kiln changed drastically, and they quickly reacted and ran in the direction where Mrs. Tsuchiya’s voice came from.

Kikuemon ran first, and you could tell that he was worried about Mashiko Tsuchiya.

Soon everyone came to the door of Juyou’s warehouse, looking at the scene in the warehouse, everyone was surprised.

Mrs. Tsuchiya fell to the ground, with a pile of debris in front of her.

Juyouemon whispered in disappointment, “Feng Shui.” ”

“Dad, please forgive me. I was about to climb up the ladder when it fell. Tsuchiya Mashiko sat on the ground and said with a guilty face.

“Needless to say, tangible things have a day of destruction, the feng shui is just back in the land, here, it will be handed over to a few of you to deal with, Mashiko, you better hurry up and prepare now, and entertain Mr. Miyamoto and their things.”

Kikuemon said calmly, and then said to Miyamoto Han a little apologetically: “Sorry, I suddenly feel a little tired, don’t wake me up before dinner.” ”

Xiaoran and Ichige looked at each other’s backs worriedly, while Miyamoto Han looked at each other a little strangely.

He felt that something was wrong with the other party, how to say it, as if the other party knew something.

Pushing the glasses, Miyamoto Han thought in his heart, did the other party already know what Tsuchiya Mashiko was doing behind his back.

The other party’s back slowly disappeared from his sight, and several people turned their heads to look inside the warehouse, where Seto was collecting the debris on the ground.

Arita spoke next to Otani, “Otani, the master’s work is broken every time, this is really a curse for you.” ”

“I don’t look like this!” Otani said with a big change in face.

Miyamoto noticed that at this time, Mashiko Tsuchiya looked back at Otani.

But after noticing his gaze, he hurriedly turned and left.

“I think I’ll help you clean it up too.” Maori Kogoro came over with something like a broom.

Seto shook his hand and refused, “Just let me tidy up here, Mr. Mori, please come to the living room first.” ”

“That’s fine.” The rejected Maori Kogoro was also difficult to force, so he had to accept.

Miyamoto Han scanned the floor, looking for the real culprit who made the “Feng Shui” fall.

Soon, the real murderer appeared in Miyamoto Han’s line of sight, squatted down, Miyamoto Han was about to pick it up, but the other pair of hands also stretched out.

Miyamoto Han looked over to the owner of these hands, it was Conan, the little ghost.

Snatching the marbles on the ground, Miyamoto looked at Conan with disdain.

“You!” Conan saw that the marbles were snatched by the other party, and also glared.