After seeing off Suzuki Sonoko, Hanyu Kiyosu went directly to the second floor of the funeral home. Although there had been a new office building for a long time, he had only been there once so far, so the real office was still here.
Usually every few days, Toru Amuro will put the documents he needs to see here, waiting for him to look at them when he has time.
"Huh? Amuro? Why are you here?" As soon as Hanyu Qing'an entered the door, he saw Toru Amuro processing documents beside the coffee table.
Toru Amuro raised his head, revealing dark circles under his eyes, "President, I have something more important to report, so I'm waiting for you here. Didn't you say you would be back today?"
Hanyu Qing'an nodded and walked behind his desk, "You can send me an email and leave a message. I will come here to deal with it when I see it."
Amuro said sincerely that your mobile phone was always out of the service area, and would often reply with something like, "You can handle it as you see fit, I believe in your ability."
Is it possible without being forced to come to the door?
"I'm not used to online office communication. It's more efficient to report in person." Toru Amuro casually found a reason.
Hanyu Qing'an nodded, "It's true that many large companies have this problem, and working by email is indeed not very good, and it will encroach on life time."
Toru Amuro thought to himself, "Then you have to have working hours. Where did the hard-working president go?"
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
Toru Amuro stood up and stood across from the desk, and seriously reported to Hanyu Kiyosu what Yuya Kazami mentioned last night about believers not going to the hospital when they were sick but coming to pray with Amame.
Hanyu Qing'an frowned after hearing this, "This kind of thing must be handled with caution. Extraordinary power cannot be copied and mass-produced. There is no way to have the quantitative advantage like the industrial system. When facing modern society, there is no substitute for it."
ability.
Even if extraordinary power can do many things that humans cannot do, it can only exist as a supplementary power and cannot destroy the existing social system."
Toru Amuro was a little relieved. It seemed that the president was still very sober and had no "retro" ideas.
If the president is determined to rebuild Heian Kyo, the world will really fall apart.
Hanyu Qing'an tapped his fingers on the handle of the chair, "We can't get help from the Metropolitan Police Department or even higher authorities on this matter, not only because of the delicate relationship between the two parties now, but also because their public credibility is almost negative..."
The corner of Amuro Toru's mouth twitched, these words... Although he wanted to refute, he had nothing to say.
Hanyu Qing'an pondered for a while and said: "It just so happens that I am going to Suzuki's house soon, and I will discuss it with President Suzuki then."
The people of Japan don't trust the higher authorities as much as the Yakuza. In this country, choosing to cooperate with the government to solve some problems will probably only make things worse.
At this time, the only thing we can count on is the power of capital.
Hearing this, Toru Amuro could only listen silently. Although he reported this matter to Manager Kuroda, who may have begun to prepare a response strategy, he still had to wait for the president to make a decision.
"Is there anything else?" Hanyu Qing'an skipped the topic just now and asked, "There was no problem in changing the way of praying before? In addition, have you made any funeral requests recently?"
Before the prayer, Hanyu Qing'an took the time to test the feasibility in Chinese, and then left it to Toru Amuro to inform those customers. In the past two days, apart from taking time to fight the Ghost King, it was very relaxing.
Toru Amuro immediately answered in a clear and logical manner: "The change of prayer methods went smoothly, and many customers were very happy because the Tears of the Sky treatment service was open all day on Sundays.
As for funerals, we have accumulated several commissions that require you to personally host them. It depends on when you are free to handle them."
"..." Hanyu Qing'an was silent for a moment, "Waiting for me? The body is just at home?"
Toru Amuro nodded expressionlessly, "The agency has purchased a lot of ice coffins specifically to deal with clients who are willing to wait."
"Ahem." Hanyu Qing'an was a little embarrassed. Although there was indeed a factor of Black Bodhidharma in it, he had been a little too lazy recently. "I understand. Let's start arranging the funeral tomorrow. Let's start with one case every other day."
Toru Amuro nodded, "Understood, I will start notifying the waiting customers this afternoon."
Hanyu Qing'an stood up and looked at the gloomy weather outside. Raindrops finally fell, "Now that the matter is settled, I will go to Suzuki's house first. You can go and do your work too. The weather is not very good today. Keep warm and don't work too late.
Already."
With that said, regardless of whether Toru Amuro had any work reports, Hanyu Kiyosu directly opened the portal and left.
Toru Amuro looked at the place where he disappeared and choked out a sentence: "Today is Saturday...I am on vacation..."
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"It's finally a holiday, but it rains so heavily..." Yuantai complained.
Mitsuhiko on the side agreed, "That is to say, all the plans to play baseball in the park were ruined."
Bumi complained: "I told you a long time ago that the weather forecast last night said it would rain today."
"Is the weather forecast accurate?" Yuantai scratched his face.
"It's accurate this time..." Conan complained.
The four little guys saw that the green light was about to go out and were about to cross the road when they were suddenly stopped by an old man in a suit and leather shoes. "When the green light is flashing, it is the same as the yellow light. You cannot cross the road. You must wait for the next green light."
The little devils looked back and saw a sturdy man with a flat head and a Chinese character face. He looked very serious. They immediately shrank their necks and did not dare to refute.
"Hi……"
When the flat-headed uncle saw them stop, he turned around and walked to a phone booth a few steps away and started making a call. Seeing this, Conan suddenly asked: "Can you guess what that uncle does?"
Ayumi tilted her head and thought for a moment, "A school teacher?"
Mitsuhiko frowned and thought, "A bit like a salesman, but he didn't bring a wallet..."
Genta: "The one who sells eel rice?"
Conan smiled and said: "The answer is..."
"Interpol."
A voice came from behind several people, startling Conan. Conan quickly turned around, but he didn't expect it to be someone he knew.
"Uh...Kusuda...uncle?"
Akai Shuichi nodded slightly, and Conan felt a little uncomfortable. This Kusuda Rikudou was probably from the black organization. Although he was protected by the Onmyoji, he was still a little frightened when he met him outside...
Conan said in a cute tone, "Why didn't Uncle Kusuda go to work today?"
Akai Shuichi said concisely and comprehensively: "Saturday is a day off."
Back when there were only a few of them in the funeral parlor, there was no such thing as a weekend break.
That is to say, now that there are more people in the funeral home, we can arrange for the following employees to take turns. Only these old employees and management can have a serious weekend.
The same is true at the shrine. The shrine maidens are on duty at different times and have staggered vacation times, while the management can spend their weekends.
"So you still have a holiday..." Conan couldn't help but complain.
"Hmm..." Akai Shuichi was also slightly silent. He worked two jobs at the same time. To be honest, there are no clear working hours, holidays, etc. It's such a long time ago.
When Conan saw that he still didn't leave, he felt extremely anxious. Why are you dragging me to chat when you have nothing to do? You don't know me well.
Fortunately, the green light finally turned on, and Conan quickly pulled Genta and others across the street, "Goodbye, uncle Kusuda~"
Akai Shuichi did not respond and silently walked towards the zebra crossing.