Chapter 452: Course of Transportation

　　 Saturday, June 7, 3:30 pm, in a classroom of the Traffic Department of the Metropolitan Police Department.
　　 on the podium. The U.S. police officer took a sip of water, and then looked at the two students who were clearly not here, Maori and Conan, whose eyes were straightened, and asked, "Do you two have any problems?"
　　 Maori and Conan numbly shook their heads.
　　 "Well, today's class is over here." The U.S. police officer smiled, "We will continue tomorrow morning at 8:30. Remember not to be late."
　　 "Also, more." Maori and Conan woke up together.
"Of course," said the U.S. police officer, counting his fingers, "from 8:30 to 9:30 in the morning, after a 15-minute break, from 9:45 to 10:45 in the morning, with a break of 10. Five minutes later, from 11 am to 12 am, lunch and lunch break for an hour and 15 minutes, from 1:15 pm to 2:10 pm, rest for 15 minutes, from 2:30 pm to now 3 pm Thirty minutes, this is only six hours in total." Then he said, "This course is thirty hours in total..."
　　 "Three or thirty hours!" Maori and Conan were taken aback together.
　　 "Two days this week, two days next week, next Monday next day for class, another day for exams." The US police officer laughed.
　　 "There are more exams?" Maori and Conan shouted together.
　　 "Of course, what's so strange about this?" The U.S. police officer asked, "Isn't the Maori detective's driver's license tested?" Then he said to himself, "Is it necessary to write a report to reflect the driver's license problem."
　　 "No, no, no, from the U.S. police officer," Maori hurriedly said loudly, "There is absolutely no problem with my driver's license."
　　 "Well, don't delay my time, you two can go." Yumei police officer said, "Remember to go back to review, and I have to ask questions tomorrow."
　　 "Ah!" Maori shouted with Conan.
　　 "That's it, goodbye." After the U.S. police officer waved his hands to the two students who were on the table, he went out.
　　 After a while, Conan felt his whole body hairy, straightened up immediately, and found that it was Maori, looking at him viciously.
　　 "Hey, hey..." Conan laughed a few times, then took the textbook and ran away.
The confused Maori froze for a while, then reacted, and immediately shouted: "Little devil, don't run, you stop for me, stop." After saying that, he chased him out, but after a while he ran back and took it away. Textbooks on the desk. ...
　　 Saturday, June 7th, at 4 pm, Maori Detective Agency.
When Lan saw Maori's face carrying Conan with a big mushroom on his head come in, he went up and shouted, "Dad!" He robbed Conan, "Aren't you okay at noon." Then he rubbed. Rubbing Conan's head, "No pain, no pain."
　　 "Huh!" Maori didn't answer, took a can of beer, sat down and took a few sips, then threw the textbook in his pocket on the table.
　　 "Conan, what's going on?" Lan asked suspiciously.
　　 Conan briefly explained, and then said: "So Uncle Maori is very angry."
　　 "What's so angry about this, Dad, you should take the driver's license test again." Lan laughed, and then said, "Anyway, there is no business, and I am still at home."
　　 "Uh..." Maori had nothing to say.
　　 "Alright, 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, "That, I still won't go."
　　 "Really? See you later." Lan smiled and left.
　　 "Why were you caught?" Yamazaki asked in a low voice.
　　 Conan asked irritably: "If you don't let him get rid of this breath, what should I do at night?"
　　 "That's how it is." Yamazaki smiled, "The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain."
　　 "It's going to hurt for three weeks now." Conan sighed.
　　 Yamazaki smiled and said, "I shouldn't beat you again."
　　 "I hope." Conan said with a lack of confidence. ...
　　 Ye, Miyamoto's.
　　 Yamazaki peak called, and there was a civil war in the Republic of Congo next door to Zayer.
　　 "What's the reason?" Miko Miyamoto asked.
　　 Yamazaki said: "The president wanted to eliminate his opponent, but he didn't succeed, so he started fighting."
　　 Miko Miyamoto asked, "How is Zayel affected?"
　　 "Not for the time being, and the new dictator is busy buying those subordinates." Yamazaki said.
　　 "This guy," Miko Miyamoto said with a smile, "well done."
　　 "His father taught him." Yamazakimine laughed.
"This dictator has some means, but unfortunately he died too early. He is only sixty-six years old this year. I thought he would live at least into the next century." Miko Miko sighed, and then said, "No matter what. Well, since we are dragged in, we must ensure our interests in Zayer."
　　 "I understand, Miss." Yamazaki said, and then said, "By the way, Zayir's mining industry is almost nationalized, and they said they want to participate."
"As long as you contribute funds, you can, of course, you can contribute as much as you want." Miko Miyamoto said, "We pay taxes normally and do not occupy their home. No, it is Zayel. The country of Italy cannot be confused, and we are not taking advantage of Zayr."
　　 "I'll let people bring them words." Yamazakimine said.
　　 Miko Miyamoto asked, "What else?"
　　 "Nothing else." Yamazaki said, "Miss, Mr. Miyamoto, good night. Master, Miss Meidaizi, good night."...
　　 Sunday, June 8, 8:30 in the morning, in the classroom of the Traffic Department of the Metropolitan Police Department.
　　 After Yumei police officer and Maori and Conan greeted each other, they asked two questions, but did not ask Maori and Conan who worked hard last night, so the class continued. ...
　　 Saturday, June 14th, 8:30 am, in the classroom of the Traffic Department of the Metropolitan Police Department.
After the U.S. police officer and Maori and Conan greeted each other, they asked two questions, but did not ask Maori and Conan who had worked hard, so he smiled and said: "Yes, it seems that we have all reviewed, then we will continue to class." …
　　 June 15th, Sunday, afternoon, Maori detective office.
　　 Looking at the tired faces of Maori and Conan coming home, Lan asked, "Are you all right?"
　　 "No." Maori opened a can of beer and drank.
　　 "That's good, there is still one day of classes, one day of exams, I have to work hard." Lan laughed.
　　 "I see, sister Lan." Conan said.
　　 Lan asked, "Conan~EbookFREE.me~ will you come with me to buy dinner ingredients?"
　　 "Go, go, sister Lan." Conan said quickly. ...
　　 Monday, June 16, in a good mood, Miko Miyamoto's office.
　　 Miko Miyamoto received a call from Otomo's house, "Miko, the gold in Shikishima has been investigated. If you really want it, how about two billion yen?"
　　 "1.2 billion yen," Miko Miyamoto said.
　　 "No, no, this is definitely not possible." Mr. Otomo said, "In this way, we don't have to spend time bargaining, one price is 1.5 billion yen."
　　 "1.5 billion yen." Miko Miyamoto was thinking.
　　 Mr. Otomo said: "If it is lower, I would rather press the warehouse."
　　 "Well, I want this one hundred kilograms of gold." Miko Miyamoto said, "But change me to gold coins, the mold is the same as before."
　　 "Well, if you want, just buy it." Mr. Otomo said.
　　 "What do you mean, your gold can't be sold?" Miko Miyamoto asked, "How much?"
　　 "Well," Mr. Otomo said embarrassedly, "a ton."
　　 "The price is 9.5 billion yen," Miko Miyamoto said.
　　 "Okay." Mr. Otomo said in pain.
　　 Miko Miyamoto said, "These are all stocks, right? Then there is no need to melt them into gold coins."
　　 "I see, goodbye." Mr. Otomo hung up after speaking. ...