Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

After entertaining these distinguished guests.

Zheng Yi still has some friends to entertain.

"Brother Zhengyi".

"Hello everyone." Masakazu greeted everyone and then turned his attention to Hondo Eisuke.

His appearance is indeed unique.

Ran explained, "This is our new classmate, Hondo Eisuke. He's a bit unlucky, so..."

"Bad luck? How bad?" Zheng Yi asked.

"For example, the automatic door gets stuck as soon as you enter."

"For example, you can trip on a carpet, but you can trip on flat ground."

Zheng nodded and said, "Then the luck is indeed very bad."

He smiled and said to Hondo Eisuke, "Why don't you go to the lounge and change your clothes first?"

"But I didn't bring any clothes to change into," Hondou Eisuke said awkwardly.

“It’s okay, there are staff uniforms in the break room,” Zheng Yi said.

"it is good."

Hondo Eisuke nodded and followed a staff member to the lounge to change clothes.

Zheng Yi touched his chin.

He remained outwardly calm, but subtly gave the butler behind him a wink.

The butler looked puzzled.

But a message that soon appeared on his phone made him understand Zheng Yi's meaning.

He immediately notified all security personnel and staff via headset:

"Level One Alert! Replace all genuine items of Grade A or above with high-quality replicas, quick!"

A few minutes later, in the newly renovated exhibition hall.

Shoichi whispered in Conan's ear, "I've invited Senzu Junji over this time. You can go and take a look quietly."

Conan's eyes lit up, and then he nodded.

He clutched his stomach, made up some excuse, and left.

After Hondo Eisuke returned, Masakazu led everyone directly to a priceless ancient Greek marble sculpture.

Zheng Yi smiled brightly and said, "I'll be your guide."

"Look at this sculpture. It's a masterpiece from ancient Greece. It's said that only three exist in the world, and it's priceless."

Of these people, only one has an appreciation for art.

Apart from her watching attentively, the others only offered a few words of praise out of politeness, because Zheng Yi had been so enthusiastic in his explanation.

Hondo Eisuke nodded and said, "Huh? Ah! Is that so? That's amazing..."

Just as he was speaking, Yingyou felt his shoelaces come undone.

He instinctively tried to squat down to tie his shoelaces, but accidentally bumped into something.

"oops!"

Young-woo lost his balance and fell backward uncontrollably—

"boom!!!"

There was a loud bang.

Yingyou's back slammed precisely into the "priceless" Venus sculpture.

The sculpture swayed twice, then fell to the ground in a magnificent display, breaking into three pieces.

The whole place fell silent for a moment.

Yingyou turned pale with fright, staring at the shards on the ground, his legs trembling: "This...this...I..."

Kogoro Mouri was so shocked his eyebrows almost flew off: "Hey! Is this kid here to cause trouble?!"

At this moment, Zheng Yi stepped forward, looked at the broken pieces on the ground, and showed a conflicted expression on his face, as if he wanted to be angry but he was a gentleman and he held back.

He waved his hand, signaling the security guards not to come forward.

Zheng Yi sighed, patted Ying You on the shoulder, and said with a hint of "pain".

"It's alright, it's alright, Yingyou. It's just a broken sculpture. Don't worry about it."

"Although I spent tens of millions of yen to buy this thing, well... it's all good to have something to break."

Upon hearing this, Yingyou almost burst into tears: "Mr. Zhengyi... I... I'll make it up to you! I'll go find a job right now! I'll do anything, even washing dishes!"

Seeing Yingyou's unfortunate expression, as if she wanted to cry but dared not, Zheng Yi put on a magnanimous face. "Oh, really, there's no need! Look at you, you already said it was an accident. Come on, let's continue to look at the next exhibit," Zheng Yi said.

Next, Zhengyi led everyone to a famous painting called "Sunflower".

Zheng Yi introduced, "I just bought this painting from the Netherlands. It's said to be an original work by a master. Look at the brushstrokes, the colors..."

Yingyou's palms were sweating with nervousness. He wanted to get away from the painting, but suddenly a loud bang came from behind him.

Startled, Yingyou instinctively stepped back, only to have his elbow strike the picture frame precisely.

"Wow--"

The picture frame fell to the ground, the glass shattered everywhere, and a clear crack appeared on the canvas.

Yingyou stared at the crack, his vision blurred, and he almost fainted.

Zheng Yi clutched his chest, his face filled with heartache.

When he spoke, he no longer had the open-mindedness he had at the beginning.

"No...it's okay, Eiyu. It's just a painting."

"Although I originally planned to auction this painting next week for 100 million, but... oh well, out with the old, in with the new."

But everyone present could hear the gritted teeth in Zheng Yi's voice.

He was barely containing his anger.

Yingyou was on the verge of collapse. He said tremblingly, "Mr. Zhengyi, I will compensate you, even if..."

Zheng Yi quickly waved his hand, displaying an indifferent and magnanimous expression:

"Oh, it's really okay. Look how scared Eiyu is."

"They're just a few inanimate objects. How can they compare to friends?"

"Besides, it's not about the money, it's about these artworks... oh well! Never mind."

Everyone present could see Zheng Yi's regret.

“Come on, I’ll take you to see the next artwork,” Zheng Yi said.

He pulled Hondo Eisuke along, wanting to look at the next artwork, but Hondo Eisuke timidly said:

"Maybe I should just give up? I'm having such bad luck, I'm worried I might ruin the artwork behind me."

"It's alright," Zheng Yi said with a smile. "I don't believe someone can have such bad luck."

He pulled Hondo Eisuke forward, not looking back at the staff cleaning up the mess.

Seeing those damaged artworks, Zheng Yi worried that he wouldn't be able to hide his emotions.

He led everyone to a vase.

He loudly introduced it, saying that it was an antique from the Warring States period, which he had bought at an auction for 500 million yen.

Upon hearing the price, Hondo Eisuke shrank back and subconsciously took a step back.

"Don't worry, it's safe."

As Zheng Yi spoke, he pushed the protective shield forcefully.

In good condition.

But Hondo Eisuke still instinctively stepped back.

But he retreated too far and lost his balance immediately.

He instinctively reached out to hold onto something nearby.

His hand landed precisely on the metal base used to secure the bulletproof glass shield.

"Crash—bang!"

The protective shield that Zheng Yi had pushed hard and that seemed indestructible was actually loose at the joints!

"No—!"

Xiao Lan and the others gasped in surprise, some even closing their eyes in fright.

"boom!!!"

The glass dome slammed heavily onto the display stand.

Although the bulletproof glass did not shatter, the enormous impact caused the tabletop to tilt instantly.

The Warring States period vase wobbled twice, and to everyone's horror, it traced a perfect parabola before plummeting straight down onto the hard marble floor.

"Crack—!!!"

A crisp, deafening bang.

The Sengoku period antique vase, worth 500 million yen, predictably crashed to the ground. (End of Chapter)