Chapter 705 Tang Ze: The Main Goal Is to Torture Severely

"Yes, thanks to the efforts of Councillor Oki, otherwise I would not have been able to get such a good job." The square-faced man standing at the end of the group stepped forward and politely continued.

"This is the chief architect of the building, Mr. Kazama Hidehiko." Tokiwa Mio turned around and gestured to the last person.

"Hello, everyone." Kazama Hidehiko smiled and nodded to everyone, his eyes naturally falling on Maori Kogoro's face, "Hello, Mr. Maori. It's fate to meet you here."

"Fate?" Maori Kogoro, who was still looking at Kitagawa Yusuke angrily, turned back.

"Yes, we actually have been in contact for a long time. Strictly speaking, I think I should thank you." Kazama Hidehiko smiled lightly, "You may have heard of my teacher, his name is Moriya Teiji."

When this name came out, Conan and his group's faces almost all changed and took a step back.

On their side, all the people who had contact with the criminal in the case of Teiji Moriya are present...

"Everyone seems to have heard of him, so you should understand what I mean. Don't worry, I won't want to blow up the building just because of a little difference in aesthetics." Fengjian Yingyan nodded, as if he was quite satisfied with the current effect.

"You said thank you, what do you mean..." Maori Kogoro pondered for a moment, his face became more and more strange.

What kind of people did Tokiwa Mio find? None of them are normal.

"If the teacher hadn't been imprisoned for the case, not only would it be difficult for my design to be recognized, but it would also be dangerous, right?" Fengjian Yingyan smiled, and it can be seen that he was really happy.

Moriya Teiji's skills and level in architecture are obvious to all. Studying with him and working in his studio are rare good resumes for architects.

But it is also known that with such a studio manager, they will never give an asymmetrical design to the client.

"Because the design of the two sides of this twin building is not unified, and there is a height difference, right?" Conan said this, looking across the huge French windows on one side of the venue to the other side of the B building, which is shorter than this side.

From this angle, you can clearly see the arched dome of the other building, and the clean and smooth polished glass sparkles in the sun.

"Yes, I am not like my teacher. I think that insisting on symmetrical design is too old-fashioned. Unfortunately, the design direction of the studio is not something I can decide." Fengjian Yingyan said happily, and walked up to shake hands with Maori Kogoro, "I also want to thank you and the police for protecting citizens and upholding justice."

"No, no..." I always feel that Maori Kogoro, whose logic is weird, has a weird face, but he can only shake hands with him and shake twice.

Conan looked at their clenched hands. How should I put it? I feel like thanking the plague god for killing the competitor who is pressing on my head.

Thinking of this, Conan couldn't help but look at Kitagawa Yusuke, who was standing behind Kisaragi Mine Water, looking calm as if their topic had nothing to do with him.

You really went to the wrong place. You should thank who disciplined Moriya Teiji, it should be here.

Tang Ze looked at Fengjian Yingyan with a very gentle look.

How to say it, we have to thank this new designer for his determination to make progress. The little old emperor, who had accepted the change of heart and whose murderous intention had long subsided, saw Fengjian Yingyan's cool signature on the building blueprint, and his blood pressure immediately couldn't be lowered.

Accepting the change of heart only corrected Moriya Teiji's obsession with violent means and trying to use destruction to eliminate the distorted tendency of aesthetics he didn't like. It's not a brain removal. Moriya Teiji is an old man who has been in the industry for decades. The aesthetic of symmetry was originally immersed in this way since childhood and was deeply influenced.

After being imprisoned, Moriya Teiji no longer harbored deep hatred, but was able to consider his own aesthetics with a normal mind. After reforming in prison from nine to five, his mental state was even stronger than when he was a 996 designer.

——As expected, not working can save all the mental illnesses of office workers, and the disease is cured immediately.

In short, when he came to the door with the design drawings of the twin towers, Moriya Teiji looked at the officially completed building and frowned a little, but his mentality was obviously stable, and he did not tear up these annoying things on the spot.

But when he found out that the designer was his disciple, Moriya Teiji's irritability instantly became visible to the naked eye.

"The twin towers in Nishitama City, that is the work that our studio was originally negotiating. In other words..." When Moriya Teiji said this, the shackles on his hands collided violently, and his heart was extremely uneasy, "Kazama Hidehiko, he prepared this plan from the beginning..."

With the mayor of Nishitama City being dismissed for concealing the crime in a traffic accident, his large-scale infrastructure project for the entire Nishitama City was ruined.

But no matter who is the mayor, the fact that Nishitama City is in urgent need of building development still exists, and he has undertaken many related projects.

And if such an asymmetrical plan had not been prepared long ago and had not been reported to him at all, Fengjian Yingyan's design would never have a chance to be implemented.

From the beginning, his disciple planned to act first and report later. He took over the design task of the landmark building and quickly finalized the plan after communicating with the client, and secretly pushed forward without telling him.

As a perfectionist, if Moriya Teiji could tolerate such sand in his eyes, his illness would not have developed to the point where he needed to go out and become a bomber.

"I understand that you don't want to use violence anymore, and that you have good intentions, but now we just need a suitable plan to blow up this building without causing serious damage to the surrounding environment..."

Tang Ze's words just started, Moriya Teiji completely ignored the heavy chain in his hand, grabbed the draft paper in front of him, and wrote furiously.

If it is said that violating one's own design aesthetics for the client's requirements is already a compromise, being backstabbed by the disciple you taught yourself...

The character is not so stubborn, but the temper of Ru Yuefengshui can be so angry, not to mention Moriya Teiji who has a worse character.

The Phantom Thieves just changed his mind, but did not confiscate the explosive skills he learned for the crime. Knowledge is innocent.

After going around in circles, although he was imprisoned, in the end, Moriya Teiji still won the commission to blow up the asymmetrical landmark in Nishitama City with his strong technical strength. As the saying goes, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.

Thinking of this, Tang Ze's eyes naturally fell on Ruzuki Mine Water, who was leaning on a cane and standing straight.

"Wow, we can see the whole Mount Fuji!" The elementary school students who were not interested in participating in the adults' socializing wandered around for a while, entertaining themselves, and soon found a new view.

"This should be specially designed, right? It's like a huge painting, so beautiful." Mao Lilan saw the children who were shouting and screaming, and her eyes were also amazed.

Tang Ze clearly saw that the veins on the back of Ruzuki Mine Water's hand on the cane bulged for a moment, and then slowly calmed down.

Ruzuki Mine Water originally had a studio with such a view. A huge floor-to-ceiling window on the whole wall, Mount Fuji was like being embedded in a picture frame.

That small studio seemed to have put the whole Mount Fuji into the room, like an independent little world, unaware of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

However, if it weren't for Tang Ze's phone call to comfort Ruzuki Fengshui, the windows of the studio would probably have been covered with curtains by now, and Ruzuki Fengshui, who didn't see it, would have become autistic.

"It's indeed a very good design effect."

"After the banquet starts, this place should be very beautiful..."

The praises came one after another, and Ruzuki Fengshui's already tense face became more and more unhappy. He stood there silently with his crutches.

"There's nothing I can do. Senior Sister Tokiwa is also a disciple of the teacher after all." Tang Ze walked past Ruzuki Fengshui's figure and slowly walked towards the children lying on the glass, saying slowly, "Senior Sister must have been influenced enough by the teacher's persistence and love for Mount Fuji after studying with the teacher for many years."

Stepping on the wooden clogs that were increasingly difficult to walk with the insoles, his gait couldn't be fast at all, and he could only move forward slowly step by step, but he walked out with a calm and relaxed momentum.

After coming to his senses, Kisaragi Fengshui was stunned for a moment, realizing that this cheap apprentice might have seen his dissatisfaction with Tokiwa Mio's huge glass that was like a declaration of war. He raised his hand to stop him from acting rashly, but only touched the cuffs of his coat.

Tang Ze, who took small steps but was very solid, naturally didn't care about Kisaragi Fengshui's obstruction.

He knew Kisaragi Fengshui's concerns. As the daughter of Tokiwa Group and a wealthy person with a lot of say in the art world, her small group was united, and even a master like Kisaragi Fengshui could only admit defeat, let alone a young and poor painter.

He knew it, but whether as Kisaragi Fengshui's apprentice or as Kitagawa Yusuke, he had a lot of reasons to speak up.

The poor buddy's vest may have problems of this or that kind, but the only thing about the creator is that it is really first-class.

"The teacher's studio also has a window like this, which is very spectacular and beautiful." Tang Ze looked at Tokiwa Mio as he walked, "Speaking of which, Senior Sister, you must have spent a lot of money to buy this scenery from the teacher, right? It is indeed beautiful."

"Yusuke, what are you talking about? The scenery is not something that I have a monopoly on." Kisaragi Minemi paused with his cane and scolded, "Don't talk to your senior sister like this."

"Oh, sorry, teacher, I misunderstood." Tang Ze nodded and admitted his mistake in a good manner, "I thought Senior Sister knew about your pursuit and must have communicated in this regard. It turns out that there was no such thing."

"You...!" In front of the staff and guests, Tokiwa Mio's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she clenched her straight and fitting professional suit.

If she told this matter to others, she would be unkind.

Although considering her status, she could never really become a painter without great ideals in the art field. Compared with an apprentice like Kitagawa Yusuke who gave his life to the teacher, Kisaragi Minemizu was more like her hobby class teacher, just playing the role of an enlightening tutor. But no matter what, there is a hierarchy between the old and the young, and their master-apprentice relationship is real, which is also the condition for Tokiwa Mio to further contact related circles.

Kisaragi Minemizu's deep love for Mount Fuji is impossible to be unknown to anyone who has heard of his name as a national treasure-level painter who specializes in painting Mount Fuji. And she used a huge high-rise building to snatch the teacher's vision and completely destroyed the teacher's peaceful creative state. This is an indelible fact.

If Kitagawa Yusuke pointed this out at this time...

"Don't say that, Yusuke." Kisaragi Hosui walked up to his disciple with his hands behind his back and patted the other man's back, which was as straight as a pine tree. "Mount Fuji does not belong to me alone, although my mansion is my life's work. But others have no obligation to give way to an old man."

Speaking of this, Kisaragi Fengshui took a deep breath and looked at Mount Fuji framed by the magnificent banquet hall, and it was inevitable that he felt sour.

Since he was young, he has set his sights on Mount Fuji. He traveled to every corner of Tokyo with an easel on his back, and finally found such a dream hill that can capture the most magnificent and beautiful aspects of Mount Fuji. In arms.

From that day on, he climbed to the mountain every day, facing the scenery of Mount Fuji, and painted with emotion, every stroke of his stroke filled with his feelings.

He has no wife or children. His paintings and Mount Fuji are all he has in life. So as he gets older, he slowly feels that he may not have the physical strength to climb here every day to create.

So without any hesitation, he spent all his savings, bought the hill, and built his mansion on it.

Such a place that carried his entire life was easily taken away by his disciples with money, fame and fortune. The sadness in it cannot be summed up in one sentence that is not kind enough.

Not to mention Mio Tokiwa, a child who has no respect for art. In recent years, most of his dealings with him have been through the master-student relationship that he has been familiar with since childhood, to first understand his creative situation, and then buy his paintings at the price of relatives and friends. , then take it to the art market for speculation and resell it at a high price...

His dissatisfaction with Tokiwa Mio has long been made public, and this grudge should not be borne by his sudden additional disciples.

"I was rude. I'm sorry, senior sister, I misunderstood you." Tang Ze nodded and apologized readily.

His purpose was not to kill Mio Tokiwa directly, that was his original plan.

The twilight old man's statement full of lamentation and helplessness, coupled with the young and ignorant disciple who speaks straightforwardly, such a paragraph can completely put Mio Tokiwa on the fire and make him roast deliciously.

"It's okay, Mio. After your place officially opens, everyone will be able to see Mount Fuji at night, right?" Kisaragi Minesui glanced at the stiff-faced Mio Tokiwa mockingly, and patted Kitagawa Yusuke's arm.

His latest creation has also been bought by Mio Tokiwa in order to add color to the opening ceremony.

In addition, Tokiwa Mio was also preparing to ride on Kitagawa Yusuke's popularity. Kisaragi Hosui also had the intention of pushing the new apprentice further, and sold a painting for Kitagawa Yusuke half-sold and half free. Give it to her.

It's not time to break up now. At the opening ceremony in a few days, he still needs to bring Yusuke Kitagawa to stand on her behalf.

However, apart from this cold business relationship, it is best not to get too close.

Fully expressing this emotion, Ruyue Fengshui nodded to Tangze and turned towards the exit.

Ruyue Fengshui, who climbs up and down the hills at home every day, is in excellent physical condition. Even at this age, he still walks as fast as flying.

——Considering his original record, this is indeed a tough old man.

But in front of everyone's eyes, Ruyue Fengshui just raised his arms and let the disciple who was walking awkwardly in wooden clogs support him. With a cane in one hand, he walked slowly towards the elevator, like a real man. The decrepit old man showed his frustration beyond words.

The words Mio Tokiwa wanted to say to him came to his lips, but he couldn't say them out. Everyone else in the field watched this scene in silence.

"Grandpa is so pitiful." Yoshida Ayumi, who had been so amazed by the floor-to-ceiling windows just now, whispered.

Mio Tokiwa, who was beaten by a series of waves and was completely unable to get off the stage: "..."