Chapter 768 It’s Broken, I’m the Poor One!

"The entrance fee to this place is really expensive..."

Kuroba Kaito, who was following him, showed his dead eyes and looked around: "It costs 50,000 yen just to come in and take a look."

Fujino raised his chin and said, "150,000 yen, is it expensive?"

"It's very expensive, okay?"

Kuroba Kaito was speechless for a while: "Isn't 150,000 yen as much as the price of one of your detective commissions?"

"It's just a small commission to find a pet or a person. That's true for less famous detectives. I used to be able to do it for tens of thousands of yen, but that was only in the past."

Fujino glanced at him and said: "At my level, there are not many small commissions for finding cats and dogs. The ones that come are just hundreds of thousands of yen, even commissions for catching rapes. It starts at a few hundred thousand yen, and the more troublesome ones are several million yen. It's not impossible to get dangerous tens of millions yen, but it's just a rare thing. To be honest, this little money is not enough for me to make a single commission. One-tenth of the price.”

After a pause, Fujino asked doubtfully: "You, the mighty Kaitou KID, don't have a bank card balance of even 100 million, right?"

"..."

Kuroba Kaito suddenly felt that he was being controlled by the CPU, and a wise look appeared in his eyes: One hundred million, are you talking in human words?

Originally, he thought that all detectives were very poor, and a single commission only cost a hundred and eighty thousand yuan.

At least in his concept, this is what an ordinary detective looks like.

But this guy doesn’t seem to be an ordinary detective?

The balance of your bank card is not even 100 million. Is it possible that you have 100 million in your bank card? !

If you think about it carefully, it seems that last time you received 12 million from Koizumi Hongzi?

What’s wrong, I’m the poor one!

Kuroba Kaito looked strange: "Is it too late to become a detective now?"

"Looking at your appearance, it's all exposed. In the final analysis, whether you make money or not has nothing to do with the detective."

Fujino saw Kuroba Kaito lost in thought, sighed, and then continued: "You think it's expensive because you haven't made any money. The reason you haven't made any money must be because you haven't worked hard enough..."

Kuroba Kaito: "...?"

Why do I feel like I want to go up and punch you twice?

So many Versailles!

Forget it, forget it, I can’t beat it, I can’t beat it...

And all this money comes from this guy Fujino. He is the sponsor, so he can do whatever he says.

Kuroba Kaito persuaded himself in this way, and then said helplessly: "Even if that's the case, why are you paying this unjust money? Why don't we just pretend to be reporters from the magazine?"

"Don't you understand this?"

Fujino shook his head helplessly: "The money I paid is to be reimbursed by the Metropolitan Police Department. It is said to be 150,000. When the time comes, it will be what I say how much it is."

"I'll report it. There's still some oil and water stuck on it."

"Anyway, in the end, we have to get back the mission and consume the operation funds. What's wrong if I ask for more?"

"You kid..."

The corners of Kuroba Kaito's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Kuroba Kaito actually didn't quite understand why Fujino became a consultant to the Metropolitan Police Department.

When I saw it today, I understood.

This kind of thing can actually change your mind and think of making a fortune from it.

This guy is simply a born xx holy body!

Isn't he a genius?

"This kind of thing is normal."

Seeing Kuroba Kaito's confused look, Fujino continued: "There are some things that you need to be clear about when working in the neon system. Learn more and see more. If you don't even know this, how can you manage things up and down and how can you make progress within the system? "

After a pause, he remembered something again: "By the way, you seem to be a thief. You can't even pass the civil service exam. It seems you don't need to master this thing too deeply."

Kuroba Kaito: "..."

My whole family is a thief, what happened to you, thief?

Is the thief crazy about stealing your rice?

Can you, a wanted Batman, pass the public examination?

No, what a thief, I call it a Phantom Thief!

Do you understand the value of the ancestral monster thief? How can you repair it?

"Ball nine, in the bottom pocket."

The white-haired old man in the middle of the crowd pushed out the billiard cue in his hand, and the white cue ball was pushed, slowly rolling towards the yellow ball beside the library.

After colliding with half of the yellow ball, it rolled towards the mouth of the bag on the side, and then fell.

Immediately, there was a round of applause.

What the old man was talking about was the newspaper bag in the billiards rules.

Under this rule, you have to make a sound in advance in whichever hole you want to score the winning ball, which is the black ball.

It would be very rude to remain silent when entering the cave.

However, this rule is not universal. There are different rules in various gambling competitions.

"As expected of Toujiro."

Terai Huangnosuke couldn't help but sigh: "Compared to back then, his accuracy is still the same."

"Is this awesome?"

Fujino was slightly speechless: "If this were a snooker table, he probably wouldn't have been able to hit it just now, right?"

“English pool and American pool are two different tracks.”

Terai Huangnosuke scratched his bald head: "As far as American table tennis is concerned, this is already very impressive."

"That guy is Toujiro Renra, right?"

Kuroba Kaito looked at the old man: "In this case, can our plan start?"

"Let's get started."

Fujino looked indifferent: "Are you coming or am I coming?"

"Let me do it."

Kuroba Kaito volunteered, put his hands in his pockets and shouted: "What, this is amazing, it's so good!"

As he spoke, he took his hands out of his pockets, and with everyone watching, he put his hands on his chest and gestured:

"You guys, just practice more. If it doesn't work, don't play! If it's only at this level, the legendary clubs in your hands will be in vain!"

"..."

Fujino couldn't help but feel ashamed when he saw the vivid imitation.

Good guy, is this guy learning how to use it?

This gesture, learned the essence, belongs to...

"You guys look awesome."

A white-haired man wearing a yellow suit, sunglasses, and a cigar in his mouth slowly walked towards a few people and glanced at Terai Kinosuke: "If it's convenient, why not compete with Toujiro?"

"No problem at all!"

Kuroba Kaito patted his chest confidently, then took a step back and made room for Fujino: "But the one who wants to compete is Mr. Higgins."

"..."

Fujino couldn't help but glance at Kuroba Kaito.

You kid, you were so tough when you spoke just now.

In fact, you are using me as a source of confidence, right?

"Higgins?"

The man glanced at Fujino's disguised British appearance and said with some disdain: "Why haven't I heard of this name?"

"Just a foreign amateur billiards player."

Fujino smiled slightly and introduced himself: "If you don't mind, you can call me by my nickname, Typhoon Higgins."

"Typhoon Higgins... I have never heard of it."

The man's expression did not change and he laughed: "Since you are going to compete with Toujiro, you should also understand the rules. One round is 10,000 yen..."

"But ten thousand yen is still too little."

Fujino thought for a moment: "How about raising the bet to 100,000 yen?"

"One hundred thousand yen?"

The man glanced at Fujino, thought for a moment and said, "Of course, no problem."