MTL - I Really Don’t Want To Inherit the Winery-Chapter 1
Tokyo Airport…
With the reminder of the arrival of the flight, the exit of the airport was greeted with a crowd of passengers pulling their suitcases.
The young man wearing a mask pulled a silver suitcase out of the airport, pulled off his mask and took out his mobile phone after getting away from the crowd.
As soon as it was turned on, a phone call came. He looked at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button with the corners of his mouth raised.
"Hey, Brother Zhen. Ah, you already know that I'm back in Japan?"
The flaxen hair glowed softly under the sunlight, coupled with his protruding appearance, slender figure, and a dazzling smile on his face, passersby couldn't help but glance at him.
But the master paid no attention to their gaze, holding the phone in one hand and playing with the silver ornament on the phone with the other, when he heard the person on the other end of the phone say that he was not in Japan, the corners of his raised mouth fell back a bit.
"Okay then. You'll be busy first, and come back after this task is over." The young man said goodbye and hung up the phone after saying goodbye to the person on the other end.
"Looks like I'm going to take a taxi back. Well, I don't know if taxis in Japan are still that expensive. It's a bit bad. I don't have Japanese yen on me. It seems that I have to contact Poirot." He muttered, pulling I went to a taxi stop not far away with my suitcase.
Originally, I thought that Brother Zhen was in Japan, and I could go to him, but I didn't expect to go on a business trip. Looks like I need to get in touch with the people over there.
Alas, it was nerve-wracking. Although I was called back, I didn't want that person to know that I had returned to China so early.
Getting in the taxi, when the driver asked about the destination, the young man thought for a while and said, "5-chome, Rice Flower Town."
After the driver started the car, he lowered his head again and picked up the phone. He first opened a few unread messages and read them one by one. After replying one by one, he found the contact he was looking for.
He knocked on his phone and sent a text message to the number that only reported to him at the beginning of each month.
After thinking about it, he sent another text message asking the other party to find a suitable house. Sure enough, for the time being, I still don't want the old man to know that he has returned.
"5-chome, Beikacho, the famous Maori detective seems to live there." The atmosphere in the car was quiet, and the somewhat talkative driver saw him put down his phone and couldn't help but start talking.
"Ah? Probably..." The young man replied lazily, "I have been abroad for the past few years, so I don't know much about the domestic situation." It seemed that Poirot did have a detective agency.
But when he left seven years ago, the detective agency had no business, and the detective was heard to be of average level and could only receive some small commissions. Already famous now?
He has been in Italy for the past few years, and there is only one person who often contacts the country.
I wanted him to come pick me up and give me a surprise. It happened that the person who returned to China this time was not in the country, so he would have made a phone call to confirm the whereabouts of the other party before he came back.
When the uncle driver heard what he said, he became interested, and told him about the deeds of the sleeping Maori Kogoro.
Obviously, this uncle is also a fan of the Maori detective.
The young man listened quietly, with a slight smile on his lips, and occasionally echoed a few sentences, so as not to embarrass the uncle driver who had been talking all the time.
It is not far from the airport to Mihua Town. The driver's uncle was talking, only to realize that the destination was in front of him.
Immediately a little embarrassed, "Ah, look at me, I didn't stop when I mentioned Detective Maori, it's hard for you to listen all the way."
"It's okay, thanks to you, I have also learned a lot of things. Just stop in front of the detective office." The young man said with a smile.
The car stopped downstairs at the detective office, the door of Poirot's restaurant opened, and Azusa Enomoto ran out with a handful of banknotes.
"Excuse me, is it the boss that Mr. Kishimoto said? This is the change you asked for."
She had just received a call from Mr. Kishimoto, saying that the real owner of this cafe had returned and asked her to bring some change to the door to pick it up. Because I just returned to China, the boss doesn't have much change to pay for the taxi fare.
"Ah, yes. I'm Kurosawa. Excuse me, Enomoto-san, just give it to the driver." The young man took out his suitcase from the trunk.
"Old, boss?" The uncle of the driver was a little surprised. He thought this young man came back from school outside, but he didn't expect that he was the owner of this cafe.
Enomoto Azusa asked him the price with a smile and handed it over. "Yes, Mr. Kurosawa is our Poirot's boss."
In fact, it was the first time she met the real boss, but she didn't expect the boss to be so young. The person I had been in contact with before was the agent, Mr. Kishimoto.
The young man known as Mr. Kurosawa smiled and waved at the uncle driver, "Thank you for sending me here. Come and drink coffee when you have time."
"Hey, okay, okay." The driver responded quickly, watching the two walk into the cafe and shaking his head, "It's really unbelievable, he's already the boss at such a young age. The business of this cafe is very hot. of."
Toru Amuro, who had known from Azusa Enomoto that the boss who had been abroad for many years, was coming back, was finishing the last step of decorating the cake, and raised his head subconsciously when he heard the sound of the door opening. It's not meal time, and there's no one in the shop.
"Mr. Amuro, this is the boss I told you about. Boss, this is the Mr. Amuro I mentioned to Mr. Kishimoto before. Thanks to him, business in the store has improved a lot."
Amuro looked at the person who came in with the suitcase calmly. He originally thought that the person who bought this cafe many years ago would be an uncle or something, but he didn't expect to be so young.
The young man in front of him was wearing light coffee-colored casual clothes, curly flaxen hair, and a smile that was just right on his face.
Even if it is said to have just graduated from high school, I am afraid some people believe it. Yet what he knew from Azusa Enomoto, the man who had bought Poirot eight years earlier, is now 25 years old. Only four years younger than himself.
He wiped his hands and gave a familiar smile. "First meeting, I'm Toru Amuro."
Although the vest has been removed by the little detective, he still needs to work here for the time being, so it is inevitable to leave a good impression on the boss.
"Kurozawa. Hello. Enomoto-san has complimented you a lot with Kishimoto, and Kishimoto will talk about it every time we contact him. I heard that Mr. Amuro's sandwiches and cakes are good, I don't know if I have the honor to try it today. a bit?"
The expression on the young man's face remained unchanged, the smile seemed to deepen, he pulled the suitcase to a seat and sat down.
"The food on the plane is not good at all, I desperately need delicious food to relieve my poor stomach."
"Of course. The cake has already been prepared, what do you want for coffee?" Kurosawa? Only one last name?
Is it inconvenient to say the name? Amuro thought subconsciously. Then he burst into laughter, really, there is no case now, the other party is just an ordinary cafe owner, why suddenly the detective's instinct is causing trouble.
"Just a latte."
"Okay, wait a minute." Amuro turned around to prepare.
Toru Kurosawa looked at his back, lowered his eyes, his eyelids covered the deep thought that flashed in his eyes.
Although he doesn't care much about the organization, the main member of the organization, Brother Zhenzhen, still showed him. This blond and black-skinned Amuro Toru is not the Bourbon in the organization?
This is really...
I thought that the first person I saw when I returned to China would be Brother Zhen, but I didn't expect to see another organization member with a code name first. Bourbon, seems to be under the intelligence team Rum?
and many more…
Toru Kurosawa raised his eyebrows.
When Kishimoto told him to hire a new waiter before, he didn't take care of it, he just let the old employee Enomoto see it for himself, and if it suits him, he will stay. It was only later that they knew that the new waiter was a young man surnamed Amuro.
But now that I saw the real person, I found that Toru Amuro is Bourbon. Isn't this guy taking the salary from the organization and the salary from me?
Toru Kurosawa glanced at Toru Amuro, who was skillfully brewing coffee.
Well, forget it, since the cafe's turnover has increased a lot since he came, it's okay to give two wages. Anyway, he didn't plan to use the money from the organization.
But then again, why did Bourbon come to work in such a small cafe, and what kind of intelligence did he want to collect? Or is there someone nearby who needs attention?
