Chapter 708 Tang Ze: This Organization Is Lame!

"So, grandpa has spent all his money on this house now?"

"You can't say that. The teacher has been buying a house for many years. In recent years, he has been selling paintings, and his income is not bad."

"Huh? Does that mean that grandpa has to keep selling his paintings to make a living?"

"Huh? Well...that's pretty much what it means."

"That's still very pitiful. It's not easy..."

"It would be really pitiful if a painter couldn't make a living by selling paintings."

"Eh?"

Conan, who was meditatively staring at the scene cut by skyscrapers outside the floor-to-ceiling window, was drawn back by the conversation next to him. The corner of his mouth twitched and he looked at Kitagawa Yusuke behind him, who could chat with elementary school students to death.

Don't tell me, there is a certain truth. After all, a painter with an overly individual personality like Kitagawa Yusuke will really starve to death if he can't even sell his paintings.

"But, didn't those famous painters, such as Van Gogh, work hard, and then wait until after their death for the price of their paintings to increase?" Taking over from Ayumi who retreated, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya persevered in opening up the topic. .

Kitagawa Yusuke looked back with a look that said, "You are asking questions knowingly." "That's because Van Gogh was a painter who was not recognized by the market during his lifetime. It's not that he didn't want to sell, he just couldn't sell it."

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, who was still listening to the heart-warming chicken soup literature and had not yet understood this aspect, couldn't help but be stunned.

After thinking about it carefully, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya scratched his head without finding any logical loopholes: "But the teacher said that Van Gogh's mental condition was not very good, and that many of his creative styles were a special perspective seen in a state of mental illness... "

"There is indeed a view that Van Gogh's choice of colors is due to a mental patient's tendency towards strong colors. However, I don't quite agree with this speculation." Kitagawa Yusuke shrugged, "Mr. Van Gogh was a He has never sold a single painting, yet he can still live so hard and strong. He is always described as a poor guy who was driven crazy because he had to admit that he was living in poverty. It sounds like he is just trying to hype him up. A gimmick created by his legacy.”

At this moment, even Conan, who was not paying attention, moved his eyes towards him.

Kitagawa Yusuke's ideas are different from those of many ordinary people, and are quite novel to children.

"How could he be driven crazy by poverty? A painter who is really driven by poverty would not have the perseverance to leave so many works." Kitagawa Yusuke pulled off the kimono on his body - it was still the same one they saw last time. Come to think of it, Ruyue Fengshui should indeed have arranged this for him, "I don't have much money. If I hadn't been recognized by the Grand Prize and favored by the teacher, I would have been like that when he lived to his age. But poverty is not ours. Wrong, it is the market and publicity that determine the price of the work, not our level geometry.”

"...It makes sense." Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko held his chin in thought for a moment, "You mean, a successful painter shouldn't be defined by his living standard?"

Kitagawa Yusuke, who has always been responsible for creating people, looked back with a matter-of-fact expression: "I mean, someone like Teacher Kisaragi who was fully recognized by the market during his lifetime and bought himself a mountain by painting would be considered pitiful. , creators like Van Gogh and I should stop living.”

"Well……"

After another moment of silence, he turned his kind eyes to the last elementary school student who had not spoken, Moto Kojima.

Let alone art bacteria, Kojima Genta, who has never passed an art class, looked back with clear and confused eyes. Seeing Kitagawa Yusuke looking like he was waiting for him to speak, he thought for a while and said, "Then grandpa invites us to eat." Do you still have money for eel rice?”

"Hmm...!" Conan deliberately cleared his throat twice to interrupt Kojima Genta's next speech, so that his natural-looking remarks would not be heard by the owner, "If you put it this way, Mr. Kisaragi's works are still relatively valuable. Yes?"

"It's indeed quite valuable. I asked around a little bit, no wonder Senior Sister Tokiwa can earn enough money to build a building." Tangze nodded, and said with sincerity, "I don't know how she is good at painting, but her business skills are quite good. OK."

"What you're saying is..." Conan, who always felt that this was not a good word, raised his eyebrows twice and waited for Kitagawa Yusuke to say a new founder's statement.

"Teacher has been creating for decades. He is one of the rare painters who maintains his creative state until old age. The number of his paintings is not so rare that they are treasures. I heard that Sister Tokiwa buys paintings from the teacher and then stores them in She doesn't take action, and then uses the gossip to claim that she got a certain work from the teacher through the master-apprentice relationship. She can sell it, but she hopes to trade it privately... I don't know the details, but in short, she relies on this hand to maintain her At the same time as the shipment volume, the price increased more than five or six times." Tang Ze shook his head and revealed all the information he had learned from Ruyue Fengshui's palace.

How should I put it? This hand operation is similar to that of Madarame in the original work. Ruzuki Minesui could endure until the Twin Towers were built from the ground before being hanged by Mio Tokiwa on the spot. This already shows that the master's mind is quite stable. .

"But don't collectors have a circle? If she does this, it's impossible to maintain the price." Conan, who has a wide range of knowledge, blurted out.

"Yes, so if these people inquire from official channels, she will say that those are all forgeries painted by her teacher's students, and only the one she sold him is the real thing..." Tang Ze sighed, "If Van Gogh had the support of an art dealer who could make such a ridiculous story, he should have been in poverty long ago."

"You kid, I won't see you talking nonsense to me again." Kisaragi Minemizu, who couldn't stand it anymore, walked into the studio and slapped Tang Ze hard, "Where did you hear this gossip? If you had the energy, you could have painted a few more strokes and completed the new practice long ago."

"Isn't what he said true?" Maori Kogoro, who followed in, frowned.

I don't know whether Kitagawa Yusuke did it intentionally or unintentionally, but he played the gossip about Tokiwa Mio's hype in the secondary art market quite loudly, so that the two people standing in the corridor could hear it clearly.

Although he had prepared himself mentally, he still felt heavy when he heard that Tokiwa Mio's character was indeed questionable.

When he was in college, Tokiwa Mio was an easy-going, cheerful, capable and pragmatic girl. He had always had a good impression of this junior girl. He didn't expect that after entering the family company, she would step by step reach this point.

"The fact is indeed the fact." Kisaragi Mine Water put his hands in his pockets and looked at the huge French window in front of him, "Besides, her lies may come true one day."

No matter what kind of creator it is, the state of the work, the state of mind, the art work is a mirror that can reflect the author's state of mind and experience, and it cannot be hidden at all.

And with such a building that makes people restless, it is unknown how many magnificent and open works he can create as before when he is already eroded by the wind.

Or perhaps, this is the reason why Tokiwa Mio recklessly ignored the wishes of his teacher and built the building even though she knew it would cause his dissatisfaction.

——She has already gained enough benefits from herself and hoarded enough works, and the only thing left for her to really hoard the works in her hands is the death of Kisaragi Mine Water.

If you can't murder him, murdering his creative personality and creative ability is also a good method.

"No wonder she insisted on contacting me." Tang Ze nodded in understanding, "She probably needs the next hype target."

And unlike Ru Yue Feng Shui who has been famous for many years, a poor student with no foundation is undoubtedly much easier to control.

"Why don't you let her hype for you for two years first." Ru Yue Feng Shui squinted at his disciple, "Others have to pay to become my apprentices, but you use my painting materials and my studio. You don't even have formal clothes to go out and meet people, and I have to prepare them for you."

"Thank you for your cultivation, teacher." Tang Ze climbed up the ladder with a calm face.

"Don't be so ungrateful. Go paint. With your recent state, you won't be lucky enough to win a national award next time."

"That's not what you said two days ago..."

"If you had used Van Gogh to frame me two days ago, I should have kicked you out two days ago."

"Puff--" Ran Maoli, who had been admiring the paintings with great interest and was allowed to go to the collection room for a tour, came back and ran into such a scene. She couldn't help laughing.

"Mr. Kisaragi and Mr. Kitagawa are really close." After laughing, Ran Maoli looked at the master and apprentice, and thought of the previous state of Yusuke Kitagawa, and was very relieved.

The student with a difficult life was recognized by the old painter with a sharp tongue and a soft heart. If they supported each other and went on, Kitagawa would not really experience a life like Van Gogh.

Conan, who also found it quite interesting to listen to the two of them talking back and forth, nodded and secretly let go of his subtle premonition.

With a promising student like Kitagawa Yusuke inheriting his mantle, Kisaragi Mine Water should not go to extremes because of the existence of skyscrapers.

The uneasiness that arose from watching the scenery outside the window just now, which made people feel restless and seemed to see a masterpiece being wantonly destroyed, was probably just a little groundless worry, probably.

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Kisaragi Mine Water is not a kind old man, but with Kitagawa Yusuke present, he behaved like the old man in the neighbor's house who was not forgiving but really not bad. Overall, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

After eating the eel rice that Kisaragi Mine Water really treated the guests, Maori Kogoro felt very relaxed when he sent the group of naughty children to Hara Yoshiaki.

When he took the children to the 4th floor, his good mood disappeared without a trace with the increasingly pungent smell of burning.

"Oops...!" Conan, who smelled the smell, widened his eyes, rushed to the corner of the stairs without hesitation, took out the fire extinguisher, and rushed towards 407.

He had just realized that someone might be related to the Black Organization and was investigating. He hadn't formally figured out the situation of Hara Jiaming yet. At this moment, he didn't even need to think about where the fire was most likely to break out.

It had only been two days, why had it developed to this point? Could it be that Hara Jiaming had a conflict with the organization and the conflict could no longer be covered up?

"Conan, be careful!" Ran Maoli, who had followed, stopped the elementary school student who was about to open the door of the apartment, "Wait a minute, I'll go in and take a look first!"

He had already smelled the smell of burning, but hadn't seen any open flames from the outside. He hadn't figured out the situation inside the house or what had caused the fire. It was likely to cause danger if he entered rashly.

"Give me the fire extinguisher. Go check to see if there is still water in the water gun!"

"Cover your mouth and nose, be careful, and check the situation first!"

"Call the police and hurry up. If the fire spreads, it will be difficult to control!"

In the chaos of war, as the door of Yuan Jiaming's apartment was opened, at a sudden glance, the entire scene of the house burning in flames came into Conan's field of vision.

The desk with multiple instruments and monitors was in a mess, and the fire was climbing up the large desk along the cables.

On the open screen, a few lines of text were displayed there. Due to the tilt of the monitor, it presented a strange and horrifying scene.

The white text on a black background was enlarged to a very large size, and only one or two short phrases could be seen on each screen. The crooked words quickly formed a complete sentence in Conan's mind.

"I've found you. There's no use hiding in silence."

"Be careful! Don't get close!" Noticing the sparks erupting from the electronic components, Mao Lilan quickly grabbed Conan who was rushing over, "It might explode!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the computer host in front exploded into a cloud of black smoke in a burst of sparks, and the content on the screen flashed twice and disappeared completely.

And this brief moment was enough for Conan to see clearly the final cursive letters that occupied the entire large screen as if they were signatures.

"Kummel..." Conan gritted his teeth and read the name forcefully in his mind.

Once again, this guy is one step behind...

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"Ah, it seems that there is a lot of resentment." Tang Ze, who was sitting in the car downstairs, rubbed the tip of his itchy nose twice, looked in the direction of Yuan Jiaming's apartment building, and looked away with a smile.

How dare you blame him? Who inexplicably arranged the schedules of Kitagawa Yusuke and Hara Yoshiaki on the same day, causing him to catch up with them and have to race against time?

You can't blame him for deliberately scaring people. If Yuan Jiaming really meets them, after Conan's in-depth excavation, Yuan Jiaming's connection with the organization may be completely exposed. By then, Yuan Jiaming will be the real villain. His life is at risk, and Conan's eyes will turn back to the machine that predicts his appearance.

To be honest, the research and development line represented by this machine is itself very outdated. Many people in the organization probably do not want to see it completed. The people who push forward the project are mainly guys from Rum's group.

And is there an even more speechless power struggle involved behind this?

In short, it is not something that Conan and others should be exposed to and pay attention to at this stage, and the difficulty level is not jumped like this.

As for the little fright caused by the rush, just think of it as a small revenge for the unlucky guy who was forced to rush to the scene.

"Let's go, Mr. Amuro. Yuan Jiaming is quite tough right now and may not be willing to cooperate." Tang Ze withdrew his gaze and patted Yuan Jiaming, who was tightly tied up and unconscious beside him, "I want to understand clearly. Mu’s purpose depends on him as the main mole.”

"Since Rum is willing to spend a lot of money to win over Jiaming Hara, he must win this project. Even if Jiaming Hara is gone, he will not give up." Toru Amuro, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took off his disguise. He put on the courier's hat and coat and started the car.

"He will definitely not give up, but I have confidence in his ability to get things done." Karasawa, who still maintains the appearance of Akechi Goro, squinted his eyes and smiled in a fitting manner.

"If it doesn't work out, you just let him do it, right?" Amuro, who knew enough about Karasawa's style, shook his head in understanding.

"Isn't this what we are doing now?" Tang Ze kicked Yuan Jiaming next to him and shrugged indifferently.

The programmer who was thought to be dead fell into the hands of Team Zero. This kind of plot would not be liked by Rum anyway.

"I always feel like you are still planning something..."

"Don't worry, no matter what the idea is, I will not do anything that is not good for you. As for the future plan... I probably know Rum's plan."

"Oh? I'm all ears."

"How should I put it? I can't find the boss of a criminal organization or something. It sounds really bad..."