Conan wants to lie down but won't let him

"Master, I've taken care of everything you requested. I've interviewed three professional managers and will select the best one to hire. The other two will be assigned assistant positions. The craftsmen have also been assigned to the equipment you requested. They'll be working overnight, and it will be delivered to the site at 9 Beika Town and installed by 455 a.m. tomorrow."

"Okay! Just make your own arrangements. I'll send you my apartment address later. Please pick me up downstairs at 10 a.m. tomorrow. I need to arrange a physical training plan."

"Master, there is one more thing. There is a banquet tomorrow night that requires you to attend on behalf of the consortium."

"Hmm? Do you need me to join?"

"Yes, Master. In the past, it was the Master and the Madam who attended the banquet. Now, you are the only one left who can represent the Fujiwara Group."

Fujiwara Hiroshi was silent for a few seconds.

"Alright then, I'll attend tomorrow night's first. Let me know in advance of any future banquet invitations, and I'll decide whether to attend or not, or you can attend on my behalf. I don't want to waste so much time every day on these boring banquets. You know, I've never liked participating in these meaningless social activities since I was a child."

"Understood, Master. Next time I'll make sure to arrange the itinerary in advance. Tonight, Mr. Iwata Daijiro has come to our company to invite you. Mr. Iwata had a leg injury and came all the way to invite you in a wheelchair with a cast on. It was hard to refuse, and I couldn't get through to you on the phone at the time. I had no choice but to accept it on your behalf."

"Alright, then pick me up at the training ground tomorrow afternoon. If nothing else, let's leave it at that for now!"

"No, Master, go to bed early!"

After hanging up, Fujiwara Hiroshi went to his computer and typed in a URL. He discovered that the dark web URLs from his previous world didn't exist in this one. Never mind. It's only my first day here, and I don't understand these things. I'll slowly adapt and search. With the commonality of those guys, it only takes a while to find what I need.

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The next morning, Ozaki arrived at Fujiwara Hiroshi's apartment building early to wait for orders. Fujiwara Hiroshi, who hadn't woken up until late last night from his dark web search, slowly emerged from bed a little after 9 a.m. He glanced at the luxury cars parked below the apartment building and the occasional pedestrian who stopped to glance over.

Fujiwara Hiroshi was overwhelmed and called Ozaki directly.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Uncle Ozaki, there are too many people watching. Have the driver drive the car to the underground garage, elevator entrance number 3. I'll be down in ten minutes."

"Okay, Master. I'll arrange it right away."

Fujiwara Hiroshi washed up briefly, then checked his watch. Seeing it was almost time, he took the elevator downstairs. Ozaki was already waiting at elevator entrance number 3.

Ozaki opened the back door of the car and stood beside it, waiting for Fujiwara Hiroshi to arrive.

"Young Master!" Seeing Fujiwara Hiroshi coming out of the elevator, he hurried to greet him.

Fujiwara Hiroshi nodded and got in the car, followed by Ozaki who got in the passenger seat.

"Master, this is the key to the training ground."

"Well, Uncle Ozaki, I'll leave the company's affairs to you. After you send me to the training ground, go back to the company and confirm the professional manager's matter as soon as possible. Leave professional matters to professionals!"

Fujiwara Hiroshi took the key and gave instructions.

"Understood, Master. This matter will be finalized today."

Seeing this, Fujiwara Hiroshi didn't say anything more and began to close his eyes and rest!

After a while, they arrived at the training ground. Fujiwara Hiroshi got out of the car and entered the training ground with the key.

Fujiwara Hiroshi nodded in satisfaction as he surveyed the vast training grounds, each piece of brand-new, custom-made equipment. After all, Ozaki had served the Fujiwara family for 45 years, having been adopted as a child and taking on the role of housekeeper at the age of 25. His workmanship was undeniably top-notch.

Fujiwara Hiroshi began to methodically arrange his training schedule. His original consciousness was still there, but his body's stamina and reaction speed couldn't keep up with his consciousness. As long as he improved his physical fitness, his strength would soon recover.

After a morning of extraordinary training, which lasted until 2 p.m., Fujiwara Hiroshi paused his physical training and went out for lunch. After a half-hour break, he resumed firearms training in the afternoon.

In addition to custom-made conventional gun targets, this training ground is also large enough to allow for long-range sniper training.

A quick test in a room only tested 600 yards. Unexpectedly, after an afternoon of firearms training—besides the physical training required for quick draw and reaction time—the sniper test went surprisingly well after a brief familiarization session. At the extreme range of 600 yards, I achieved a 100% headshot accuracy.

It seems that if I want to test the longest range, I will have to go to a sparsely populated place in the suburbs to test the maximum distance next time.

It was approaching five o'clock in the afternoon, and Ozaki came to pick up Fujiwara to go to the banquet!

"Master, the professional manager has selected Endo Ryosuke. The remaining two people, Kurahashi Iro and Ozawa Shouta, will serve as deputies."

"Okay! The internal turmoil caused by my parents' sudden death needs to be calmed down as soon as possible. I'll make time to visit the company next time. I don't want to see people panicking and in a state of turmoil again!"

"Don't worry, Master! The Fujiwara Group's current funds on the books far exceed 5000 billion yen, not including fixed assets across the country and the Group's overseas current funds and asset valuations. It's just that some uninformed people are making groundless suspicions. I've already made some inquiries."

"Those who waver and can only share the consortium's joys and sorrows. Those black sheep who waver and influence surrounding employees at the slightest fluctuation, once verified, should be dealt with directly."

"Okay, Master! I'll compile the report and give it to you for your review and decision."

The car soon pulled into a large, Western-style manor villa. Iwata Daijiro's villa and the Fujiwara family's villa were similar in structure. A large statue stood at the entrance, and the gardens were decorated with a sea of sunflowers, vast green lawns, and ponds. This villa was truly a truly luxurious residence in Japan.

Accompanied by Ozaki, they entered the main venue of the banquet and handed the staff a gold-rimmed invitation card delivered personally by Daijiro Iwata.

When the Iwata family's butler saw that it was an invitation with gold edges, he personally led Fujiwara Hiroshi and Ozaki to the villa owner, Iwata Daijiro.