Saturday, June 7, at 3:30 pm, a classroom in the Ministry of Transport of the Police Department. "Spoke *Fengyun Novel Reading Network Baoly]

On the podium, Yumi Police Officer took a sip of water, then looked at the two students whose eyes were straightened and obviously not interested in the heart, Maori and Conan, asked: "Do you two have any problems?"

Maori and Conan shook their heads numbly together.

"Okay, today's class is here." Officer Yumi smiled, "I'll continue tomorrow at 8:30 in the morning. Remember not to be late."

"And, there's more." Maori and Conan woke up together.

"Of course," Yumei police officer calculated with his fingers, "After fifteen minutes of rest, from 8:30 am to 9:30 am to 9:30 am, after a fifteen-minute break, from 9:45 am to 10:45 am, after a fifteen-minute break, from 11:00 am to 12:00 am, for lunch, and one hour and fifteen minutes of lunch, from 15:00 pm to 2:00 pm, for fifteen minutes of rest, from 2:30 pm to 3:30 am, for only six hours in total." Then he said, "This course is thirty hours in total..."

"Three, thirty hours!" Maori and Conan were shocked.

"This week two days, next week two days, next week two days, next week one day to take the exam," said Yumei police officer laughing.

"I still need an exam?" Maori shouted together with Conan.

"Of course, what's so strange about this?" asked Yumei police officer. "Didn't Detective Maori's driver's license take the test?" Then he said to himself, "Is it necessary to write a report to reflect the driver's license problem."

"No, no, no, Yumei police officer," Maori quickly yelled, "My driver's license is absolutely fine."

"Okay, don't waste my time, you two can leave." Police Officer Yumi said, "Remember to go back and review, I'll ask questions tomorrow."

"Ah!" Maori shouted together with Conan.

"That's it, bye." After saying that, Officer Yumei waved his hands at the two students on the table and went out.

After a while, Conan felt his whole body furry and immediately straightened up, finding that it was Maori, and was looking at him fiercely.

"Hey, hey..." Conan laughed dryly, then picked up the textbook and ran away.

The confused Maori was stunned for a moment, then reacted and immediately shouted: "Damn, don't run away, stop for me, stop." Then he chased him out, but after a moment he ran back and took away the textbook he had forgotten on the desk....

Saturday, June 7, at 4 p.m., Maori Detective Office.

Ran saw that Maori had a bad face and came in with a big mushroom on his head, and went up and shouted, "Dad!" and said, he snatched Conan, "Are you okay at noon?" Then he rubbed Conan's head, "No pain, no pain."

"Hmph!" Maori did not answer, took a can of beer, sat in his seat and took a few sips, and then threw the textbook in his pocket on the table.

"Conan, what's going on?" Lan asked in confusion.

Conan explained briefly, and then said, "So Uncle Maori is very angry."

"What's so angry about this? Dad, just take it as a driver's license exam again." Lan smiled, and then said, "Anyway, there is no business, so I'm idle at home."

"Uh..." Maori had nothing to say.

"Okay, Conan, do you want to go shopping with me?" Lan asked.

"Okay, Sister Lan." Conan said immediately, then touched the mushroom on his head, and said embarrassedly, "Well, I still won't go."

"Is that so? See you later." Lan left with a smile.

"How could I be caught?" Yamazaki asked in a low voice.

Conan asked back angrily: "What should I do tonight if he doesn't let this breath be relieved?"

"So that's it." Yamazaki smiled, "It's better to have short pain than long pain."

"It's going to hurt for three weeks now." Conan sighed.

Yamazaki smiled and said, "I probably won't beat you up again."

"I hope." Conan said with little confidence...

Night, Miyamoto's family.

Yamazaki Matsu called and a civil war broke out in the Republic of Congo next to Zaire.

"What's the reason?" Miko Miyamoto asked.

Yamazaki said: "The president wanted to eliminate his opponent, but he failed, so he started fighting."

Miko Miko asked, "What is Zhayi's impact?"

"Not yet, and the new dictator is busy buying those subordinates." Yamazaki said.

"This guy," Miko Miyamoto smiled, "It's done well."

"His father taught him." Yamazaki Matsu smiled.

"This dictator has some tricks, but unfortunately he died too early. He is only sixty-six years old this year. I thought he could live to the next century at least." Miyamoto Miko sighed, and then said, "No matter what, since we have been pulled in, we must guarantee our interests in Zaire."

"I understand, Miss." Yamazaki said, and continued, "By the way, Zaire's mining industry has almost been nationalized. They said they want to participate in a group."

"As long as you pay the funds, of course, you can. You can spend as much as you want." Miyamoto Miko said, "We pay taxes normally and do not take up their family. No, it's Zaire. At this time, their family and Zaire cannot be confused with each other. We do not take advantage of Zaire."

"I will have someone bring them a message," Yamazaki said.

Miko Miko asked, "What else is there?"

"There's nothing else." Yamazaki Matsu said, "Miss, Mr. Miyamoto, good night. Master, Miss Midako, good night."...

On Sunday, June 8, at 8:30 am, the classroom of the Ministry of Transport of the Metropolitan Police Department.

After U.S. police officer Maori and Conan greeted each other, he asked two questions, but did not ask Maori and Conan who had used merit last night, so the course continued...

Saturday, June 14, at 8:30 am, the classroom of the Ministry of Transport of the Metropolitan Police Department.

After U.S. police officer Maori and Conan greeted each other, he asked two questions, but did not ask Maori and Conan who had used the money, so he smiled and said, "Yes, it seems that they have reviewed, so we will continue to class."...

On Sunday, June 15th, Maori Detective Office.

Seeing Maori and Conan looking tired when they returned home, Ran asked, "Are you okay?"

"No." Maori opened a can of beer and started drinking.

"That's good. There is still one day for the course and one day for the exam. Come on." Lan smiled.

"I understand, Sister Lan." Conan said.

Lan asked, "Conan, go with me to buy dinner ingredients?"

"Go, go, Sister Lan.(:///)." Conan said quickly...

Monday, June 16, in a good mood, Miyamoto Miko's office.

Miyamoto Miko received a call from Otomo's house, "Miko, the batch of gold from Shikishima has been investigated clearly. If you really want it, how about 2 billion yen?"

"Ten.2 billion yen." Miko Miko said.

"No, no, this is absolutely not possible." Mr. Otomo said, "In this way, we don't need time to bargain, a fixed price of 1.5 billion yen."

"1.5 billion yen." Miko Miko was thinking.

Mr. Otomo said: "If you are at a low level, I would rather put the warehouse."

"Okay, I'll want this hundred kilograms of gold," Miko Miyamoto said, "But exchange it for gold coins, the mold is still the same as before."

"That, if you want it, just buy it again." Mr. Otomo said.

"What does it mean, your gold cannot be sold?" Miko Miyamoto asked, "How many?"

"Well," Mr. Otomo said in embarrassment, "one ton."

"One-price, 9.5 billion yen." Miko Miko said.

"Okay." Mr. Otomo said with some pain.

Miko Miko said, "These are all in stock, right? Then there is no need to melt them into gold coins."
Chapter completed!