There is no system for the anime, so I have to work hard on my own.

In the bustling center of Tokyo's financial district, Mr. Yamamoto is like a shining star, attracting countless envious eyes.

"Amazing!"

Whenever such praises came to mind, Mr. Yamamoto's mouth would always lift slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile: "No, no, you are not bad either."

Despite his humble words, Mr. Yamamoto harbors a strong sense of arrogance and contempt deep down.

In his view, the secrets of the stock market are like toys in his hands, which he can manipulate at will, while the people around him are like a group of lambs who blindly follow the trend.

They lack investment wisdom, have no idea what the real way of investing is, and don't know how to control their own destiny in the ups and downs of the stock market.

Especially those "followers" who followed in his footsteps, although fortunate enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, lacked sufficient courage and determination and dared not commit fully.

Mr. Yamamoto was disdainful of this, and he firmly believed that as long as he followed his footsteps closely, he could easily reap the fruits of wealth. However, Mr. Yamamoto did not realize that the contempt and arrogance in his eyes were not completely hidden as he wished.

After he walked out of the financial center, the faces that had been servile and fawning in front of him seemed like actors who had taken off their masks and revealed their true appearance.

There was less awe and more sarcasm and disdain in their eyes, and they began to talk among themselves.

"That arrogant guy, who does he think he is?" a young analyst said contemptuously. His voice was low but very clear in the quiet hall.

"Hey, that guy might think we really admire him, right?"

Another senior trader, with a mocking smile on his face, took over the conversation: "How could he know that true wealth is simply beyond the reach of someone like him."

"That's right, don't you think about who has the final say in this country?"

"This is Japan!!"

Every time they thought of the behemoths hovering above the empire, they felt a pang of fear in their hearts.

Those people can easily trigger a financial crisis with just a few moves, leaving all investors penniless. As for those who are powerful figures in the stock market, they are just chips in the hands of others.

"We are just pawns here." The senior trader's voice was low and firm, as if showing his determination and helplessness.

"Our fate is in the hands of those powerful people. All we can do is fulfill our responsibilities and reduce their losses, rather than challenging them!"

"Yes!" the young analyst nodded in agreement, his voice filled with sarcasm. "But now, some people are so ignorant that they dare to challenge them."

He knew that if he wanted to gain a real foothold in the financial street, he had to learn to respect those decision-makers at the top. Otherwise, no matter how much he earned now, he would lose more in the future.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."

......

"Yamamoto, you will suffer if you keep doing this." Watanabe, who was sitting in the restaurant and eating noodles, advised Yamamoto.

Yamamoto looked up, a subtle hint of stubbornness and arrogance flashing in his eyes: "Watanabe, I know you mean well, but I don't think I'll ever fail."

"You are always so confident," Watanabe shook his head helplessly, "but you have to know that the world does not always develop according to your wishes."

“Sometimes, we need to learn to compromise instead of insisting on our own ideas.”

"Like me, originally..." There was a hint of bitterness in Watanabe's voice. He paused, as if recalling something.

"Originally, I was just like you, full of passion and wanting to leave my mark on this world."

"But as time went by, I began to realize that some things cannot be changed by passion alone."

"I once spent almost everything I had on a project, working day and night, and even sacrificing time with my family and friends." Watanabe's eyes became distant, as if he was looking back at those days that were full of passion and exhaustion.

"I thought that as long as I worked hard enough, I would be able to achieve my goal. But in the end, everything I insisted on was eventually swallowed up by the tide of reality."

"That was a decision made by a large company," Watanabe said, his voice filled with helplessness. "They have their own considerations and plans, and my project is just one part of their many plans."

“When the company’s development direction changed and adjusted, my efforts, my dreams, and all my persistence became insignificant and shattered easily like bubbles.”

"I've been angry and disappointed," Watanabe sighed. "I couldn't understand why I gave so much but didn't get the rewards I deserved."

"But later, I understood that this world has its own rules, and we are just a grain of sand in it, small and powerless, and can only be blown by the wind."

"So, I learned to compromise," Watanabe said, looking at Yamamoto. "I began to understand that there are some things we can't change, we can only adapt to them."

“I began to cherish the time I spent with my family and friends more because I knew that these were the only things I truly had.”

Yamamoto listened quietly, feeling mixed emotions.

He understood Watanabe's bitterness, but deep down in his heart, the arrogance and stubbornness prevented him from compromising easily.

"I know this world is full of uncertainties," he said slowly, his voice firm. "But if I don't even trust my own judgment, who else can I trust? Will I still be myself then?"

Watanabe looked at Yamamoto, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as if it was a mixture of understanding, worry and helplessness.

He understands that everyone has their own persistence and beliefs in their hearts, and Yamamoto's persistence may be the reason why he can stand out in this challenging financial world.

However, Watanabe had a hidden worry in his heart.

He wanted to remind Yamamoto that there was a fine line between confidence and arrogance, but he couldn't say such words. He knew Yamamoto would not listen and didn't want to listen.

So, he could only sigh and said helplessly: "You have your persistence, and I have my reality. Perhaps, this is the difference between us."

Yamamoto smiled and patted Watanabe on the shoulder, as if giving him strength.

"We all have our own paths to walk, Watanabe." His words were full of encouragement, "But please believe that even if the road ahead is full of thorns, as long as there is light in your heart, nothing is impossible."

Watanabe was silent for a while, then forced a smile.

He understood in his heart that hard work would be rewarded, but he was no longer at that age and reality was often more cruel than ideals.

However, looking at Yamamoto's eyes full of faith, he seemed to see his younger self, that longing for the future and persistence in his dreams.

"Perhaps you are right," Watanabe said softly, "as long as there is light in your heart, nothing is impossible."

He added in his heart, we may not be able to change the whole world, but at least we can work hard to become the person we want to be.

Yamamoto and Watanabe continued to enjoy their dinner, talking about their dreams and future.

On the way home, Yamamoto couldn't help but curl up a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. This smile did not come from disdain for others, but a confirmation of his own beliefs.

He was so capable that he couldn't imagine a scenario where his investment would fail.

......

After leaving the base, Ye Yusheng's footsteps seemed particularly light in the night of Tokyo. His eyes seemed to be wandering in the boundless night sky, searching for the star that could touch his heartstrings, looking for the soul worthy of his collection.

However, fate seems to be in no hurry to grant him this opportunity. In this world where detectives are rampant, everyone's fate seems to be manipulated by invisible hands and can be destroyed at any time for inexplicable reasons, he unexpectedly finds himself in a dilemma of finding his target.

He walked through the busy streets and passed by brightly lit shops, but he never encountered a task that would arouse his interest and allow him to invest his time and energy.

Although the Tokyo night is noisy and full of vitality, it seems a little lonely and empty to him at this moment.

He began to wonder if the standards he had set were too high, making it difficult to find someone who met his requirements in the vast sea of ​​people.

Then he shook his head and put the idea behind him. He had set such high standards in order to explore the nature of emotions.

Thinking this way, he continued to wander, no longer impatient or anxious, but feeling the pulse of the city with a more peaceful mind and listening to the stories hidden in the corners.

He believes that perhaps the best encounters often occur at the most unexpected moments.

And fate always seems to like to give people surprises inadvertently. When he was immersed in this peaceful and tranquil state, he really met that shining soul.

The light of the soul was so bright and dazzling in his eyes, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Compared to this, the souls of the people he met today were like light bulbs that could go out at any time due to filament damage. Although there was some light, it seemed so weak and short-lived.

I want it, I want it so much!

Saliva couldn't help but flow from the corners of his mouth, as if he had encountered the most beautiful color in the world.

But he is not a real devil after all, so it is impossible for him to run up and reap the other person's soul.

However, in the eyes of others, he looked like a pervert staring at a beautiful girl.

What's better than a pervert is that he doesn't do anything out of the ordinary, and he looks pretty good.

only--

“Eeeeeee——”

"Xiao Lan, how can such a handsome guy be a pervert?"

The girl with brown hair and blue uniform hugged the unicorn girl beside her whom she called Xiaolan.

His eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment, as well as a hint of regret.

Ye Yusheng only came back to his senses at this time. After seeing the appearance of the two people clearly, the light in his eyes instantly dimmed. Not only did he no longer have any desire, but he was filled with disgust.

You heard it right, it’s disgust.

He never imagined that such a brilliant and beautiful soul actually belonged to Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki, which also meant that it was impossible for him to obtain their souls.

After all, although Aoyama is a bit, well, perverted, he only made the relationship between Conan and Ai closer.

But it is impossible for him to draw Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki dead.

And Ye Yusheng himself obviously would not kill anyone.

So he decisively chose to turn around and leave without any hesitation.

The two people behind him couldn't help but twitch their lips when they saw his eyes change from infatuation to disgust in an instant, and his action of turning around and leaving without hesitation.

"Xiaolan, are we being disliked?"

Suzuki Sonoko was the first to break the silence, with a hint of disbelief and self-mockery in her voice.

Hearing her bestie's words, Mao Lilan was slightly stunned, and then she chuckled, with a hint of helplessness and amusement in her laughter: "Sonoko, didn't you just call others perverts? Why are you starting to doubt your own charm now?"

After being told this by Mao Lilan, Suzuki Sonoko instantly became unhappy. She crossed her arms over her chest, with a flash of resentment in her eyes: "I am Lady Sonoko, how could I possibly doubt my own charm!"

Then, with a hint of amusement in her eyes and a hint of ridicule in her voice, she said, "On the contrary, it's you, Xiaolan. This is the first time you've been disliked by someone since you were a child."

Seeing Suzuki Sonoko's look of watching the fun and not minding the trouble, Xiaolan couldn't help but shake her head slightly. Her bright eyes flashed with soft light, as if silently telling her thoughts.

"You're always like this, Sonoko. You're so cute, but you're so insecure about your own charm."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "What's more, your charm lies not only in your appearance, but also in your kind and warm heart."

Suzuki Sonoko was slightly taken aback when she heard this. She had never expected that Mao Lilan would actually say that. It made her face flush, her heart flutter, and her heart was beating fast.

Mao Lilan, who was stared at by her, felt uncomfortable all over and could not help but complain: "Sono...Sono...Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing, I just feel a little uncomfortable when I think about how such a gentle Xiaolan would be paired with Kudo!"

"I...I...Shinichi and I are not a couple."

Ran Mao Li's cheeks were slightly red, and there was a hint of shyness and uncertainty in her words, as if she was clarifying something.

However, as a close friend who grew up together, Suzuki Sonoko knew that Xiaolan was just shy now. However, this did not prevent her from teasing her.

She put on an appearance of understanding, nodded, and said seriously: "I understand. I will tell that guy Kudo and tell him that you don't like him, Xiaolan."

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Mao Lilan's expression.

As expected, Mao Lilan's face became even redder, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she waved her hands quickly: "No, no, Sonoko, don't talk nonsense, I will handle the matter between me and Shinichi myself."

Although her voice was low, her tone was firm. Seeing this, Yuanzi couldn't help laughing.

When Xiaolan saw her like this, she knew she was being teased, and her tone couldn't help but carry a hint of complaint: "Yuanzi!!!"