AWB Chapter 738: Planting melon seeds cannot save the Vespanians
Chapter 738: Planting melon seeds cannot save the Vespanians
Chapter 738: Planting melon seeds cannot save the Vespanians
"The real face... that depends on luck. It takes me a while to see it myself." Martin took out his phone and flipped through the photo album: "But the handsome photo I sent you yesterday is the real face."
Martin flipped his phone and showed Mira the professional transformation 'Firefighter Martin' he had taken yesterday before going out.
I also sent this photo to Mira yesterday, but I didn't indicate that it was my real self. If Mira didn't look at it carefully, both of us would be embarrassed. So Martin turned the phone over and showed it again.
"Emmmm..." Mira looked at it again carefully and seriously: "So ordinary."
"What!" Martin pretended to be hurt and covered his chest: "I'll give you one more chance! Think carefully about how to answer."
"You said it yourself. Everyone is ordinary, and everyone is special." Mira closed her eyes and stuck out a little tongue: "You said the truth yourself, but you don't buy it, right?"
"Preaching is for others to hear. If we can do what we say, how can there be so few saints?" Martin stretched out his finger and tapped the phone lying flat on the table: "Take a good look at this handsome face with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. How can it be ordinary!"
"Not ordinary, not ordinary." Mira's perfunctory tone was visible to the naked eye: "You are very beautiful."
"How beautiful?"
"You're so conceited." After pulling her eyelids and making a face, Mira made a gesture to Martin to control the volume.
High-end restaurants will have some requirements for their guests, such as wearing formal attire, not allowing smoking and loud noises, etc.
The embarrassment he felt after being reminded by the waiter was secondary. What if his identity was discovered and attracted attention, would it cause trouble for Martin?
"Don't worry, it's impossible. Nine out of ten random interviews in the UK have never heard of Weiss Brownie." Mira was kind, but Martin laughed at her and said, "Even if someone noticed me, it's because I'm handsome and talented."
On the contrary, Martin's perfect reproduction of Sherlock Holmes' appearance is very likely to attract attention, and even if it is reported in the newspaper, it will be Mira's credit.
Besides, if he was discovered, the worst that would happen would be reported in the gossip newspapers. Having hijacked a TV station, would Martin consider being reported in the newspapers as a hassle?
"Yes, yes, our Vespania is just a remote small country, and few people in the world know me." Mira gave up on herself.
Then she came up with an idea and stuck her fork straight into the steak: "Tell me, if Vespania also hosted a world-class event like Wimbledon, wouldn't the country's reputation rise immediately?"
"Pokémon Contest?" Martin subconsciously thought of that contest.
"What was that?" Mira tilted her head: "Is it the game I don't remember?"
It was only after that that Mira broke through her cognitive distortion, and she did not retain any memory of the day the Pokémon transformed. She felt unfamiliar with Butterfree that Martin left with her, and she didn't recognize Diamond who was still with Martin.
"How about permanently turning Vespadia into Vespadia? It will be the only country in the world with Pokémon." Martin tempted: "Just fighting against the Mantianhe Law Department will become a hot spot that will quickly increase international fame. Then, using the unique Pokémon resources to hold a Pokémon competition, it sounds like there is still room for improvement."
"It sounds to me like this is even less reliable than selling Vespania ore. It's more likely to be plundered by powerful countries, right?" Mira sighed. "Besides, I still want the original Vespania."
"No problem, I'll keep some of Vespania's flavor to let you know you rule..."
"I already know about the Nine-Turn Colon Obstruction, thank you."
"You can only play with memes if you understand them."
Mira held her head in distress: "Ah! Is there no more common way? I don't dare to think about bidding for the Olympics, but maybe we can try hosting a large-scale sports competition?"
"Moss, is it possible for a small country to host a world-class event?" Martin asked directly into the phone.
Martin actually thought Moss would give him a negative answer.
"[You can refer to Qatar's hosting of the World Cup, which cost a total of $2290 billion. From an objective point of view, although it went smoothly overall, many aspects were still stretched.]" Moss quickly gave the answer: "[According to the model analysis, if more reasonable planning was carried out in the preparation stage, the ideal effect could be achieved with $1900 billion or more."
The so-called more reasonable planning means that Moss will formulate the plan and make the command and deployment.
"How much?" Mira's eyes lost their luster: "Dollar? Not Japanese yen or Vietnamese dong?"
Can I sell the entire vein of Vespania Ore once?
"I understand. I'd better just farm honestly." The young Queen finally realized that some things can only be considered after having money.
Vespania's treasury revenue last year was negative 500 million US dollars, which means a loss. But according to the calculations made by Martin using Moss, as long as it follows the Sunflower Plan it provides step by step, it will be able to turn losses into profits in two years, and the treasury revenue will exceed 20 billion within ten years. After that, it will grow steadily while saving money, and it will be able to host a decent competition in fifty years... Woo!
"The first batch of sunflower seeds have been planted and have sprouted." Mira also took out her mobile phone and searched through the photo album to find photos to show Martin.
In the dark brown moist soil, there is a neat row of yellow-green sprouts, with only two leaves grown, which look no different from ordinary weeds.
"It looks like Her Majesty the Queen will have melon seeds to eat in half a year. Congratulations."
"When the time comes, let the royal chef cook a batch for you and I'll reward you with half a pound." Queen Mira waved her hand and said jokingly.
"It's only half a pound." Martin said mischievously: "I thought they were going to give me ten or eight tons."
"You want to work my chef to death? It takes less than a ton of feed to feed piglets until they are ready for slaughter. Ten tons of melon seeds can feed ten pigs."
"Not bad, now I know something about agriculture."
"Humph." Mira just crossed her arms and was proud for a moment, but suddenly realized and held her head in distress: "No, why did we develop the topic of governing the country while talking!"
What she wants is to enhance mutual understanding and bring the two sides closer together! She is not a workaholic!
"Who says you are the queen?" Martin was not surprised at all: "I told you that once you put on this hoop, you are no longer a mortal..."
"No, it was you who changed the topic to the fact that my country is less well-known!" Mira just reviewed the situation and found that it was Martin who was playing tricks.
"Blame me," Martin shrugged.
"It's all your fault." Mira said 'fiercely': "As punishment for fooling the Queen... Are you free tomorrow?"
How could a king confirm with the prisoner before issuing a punishment?
"I don't have any plans yet." Martin said honestly, "Because every tomorrow is unknown, I can't guarantee that I will be fit to go out tomorrow."
It stands to reason that he can now predict the tendency of tomorrow's transformation to a certain extent...but today he has the mind of Sherlock Holmes - absolutely rational, and does not believe in intuition and guesswork.
So the premonition check failed.
"Then come with me for a walk." Mira still said, "Even if you become Ultraman, you have to come out and let me see you."
"Date?" Martin raised his eyebrows and launched a shame attack.
"Date!" Mira refused to give in. As a king, she threw away her shame. The schedule was indeed empty, so Martin shrugged and agreed.
The rabbit, which was originally concentrating on eating apple pie, raised its head and tilted its neck. It seemed to realize something had happened, and its intuition told it to be alert.
"But I saw on the news that you're taking a flight back home tonight, aren't you?"
"According to official reports, I'm already on the plane at this time." Mira shrugged like Martin, "But in reality, not many people care where I go."
Even if she hadn't met Martin, she had already planned to travel around London after the visit. Even if Gus came, she couldn't stop her. That's what she said!
"Gis is here." Martin looked behind Mira and reminded her.
"Wow, what Xiaolan said is true. You really like to respond to other people's thoughts." Queen Mira also found that Martin's words hit the nail on the head more than once, and complained to Martin: "Gis went to participate in some social activities of British nobles. Why is he here?"
Just like when fighting a war, kings fight kings and generals fight generals. Mira talks with Queen Elizabeth and goes out to watch the game together. And Guise also has to communicate with people of the same status as him in the British class.
"Ahem." A dry cough and clearing of the throat were heard behind the queen.
"This is a voice changer, it sounds like Gis's voice, really good." Mira said elegantly while lowering her head to cut steak.
But she raised her head and saw Martin looking at her leisurely. No, he was looking at her from behind. "Guess who Uncle Kogoro is having dinner with?"
Something is wrong, it seems to be real... Martin's expression doesn't look fake. Queen Mira turned her head and found that Gis was really standing behind her, with his hands on his hips looking at her.
"Hey, Keese..."
Not only Jis, but also Kogoro Mouri, Ran, Corgi, Professor Agasa and a group of people who were dressed very richly stood behind or beside Jis.
The cause was that Maori Kogoro used Gis as a model for various private revenges, and then the two began to confront each other. During the conversation, Maori Kogoro mentioned that there was a person in the team who looked exactly like "Sherlock Holmes" in order to suppress Gis.
Those people gathered around Ms. Diana, who were either rich or noble, were all big fans of Sherlock Holmes. So a group of people followed the direction known by Kogoro Mori and came to visit Sherlock Martin.
Just like Mira didn't know that Gis was here, Gis didn't know Mira was here either. As Maori Kogoro wished, he was startled, and then hesitantly said something.
Diana and other rich ladies were surprised at first that there was a girl who looked so similar to Xiaolan. Later, when they found out that this girl was the boss of Gis, Queen Vespania, they realistically put Holmes Martin aside and greeted Mira warmly and earnestly.
Mira maintained her queenly demeanor and greeted each other using the complex social etiquette of the nobility. During this time, she took the time to look at Giss with resentment, and watched Martin pat his butt and quietly leave before being noticed.
He mouthed: See you tomorrow.
……
After dinner, Xiaolan was in the hotel room.
Because the Miyano sisters are reuniting as relatives and will not be back tonight, Xiaolan is a little scared to be alone in the girls' room, so she wants to borrow Tuji to sleep with her.
There was still a lot of time before going to bed, so Xiaolan asked Martin and a corgi to stay and chat for a while, mainly because she was curious about what was going on with the Miyano sisters recognizing each other as relatives.
It sounds exaggerated that you can find relatives by traveling to the UK.
"Well... in terms of chronological order, after we separated on the tennis court, I took a fishing net to the Thames to fish, and I fished out a junior high school girl."
As Martin spoke, he opened his arms to gesture to Akai Mary's height, just like a fisherman gestures to the big fish he caught.
"Ah?" Xiaolan was confused when she heard the first sentence. Is the biodiversity of the Thames so rich?
"That girl had sharp eyes. She recognized Mingmei as her sister's daughter right away."
"Hashidou Madai--!" Mao Lilan didn't understand: "Martin-kun just said that it was a junior high school girl, right?"
Don't even mention how old a junior high school girl should be to have children. Miss Miyano Akemi is already more than just college age.
"Yes." Martin nodded, looking sad: "I was only in junior high school when I fell into the water."
Could it be that he died at the age of thirteen or fourteen? Xiaolan's expression began to become empty and timid. Martin didn't seem to say whether the person he fished out was alive.
"Ahh! Ahh?" a Corgi cried out.
Xiaolan's empty eyes improved: "What is Shinichi talking about?"
"The great detective is asking me: Did Mingmei's aunt take the same medicine as him?" Martin translated and nodded: "Basically, you guessed it right."
Conan is still an "atheist except under the influence of Martin". Martin just transformed into Sherlock Holmes today, and there was no element involving the dead, so there were definitely no ghosts today, and what Martin fished out were living people.
"So it was because of the drugs!" Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief, but then she and the great detective became alert: "Encountering that kind of drug means that she encountered the Black Organization, right?"
"Yes, she said it was Vermouth." Martin said.
After hearing about the Black Organization, the little Corgi immediately stood up and thought about finding Shuichi Akai to work together to capture the members of the organization.
But when he heard it was Vermouth, Conan immediately gave up - there was no way he could catch her.
"Anyway, that's how it happened. Mingmei and Xiaoai suddenly got an aunt, and this aunt gave birth to many children, including a cousin."
"It's a pity that I went to find my father and Shinichi at that time." Xiaolan felt a little bit sorry: "What kind of people are Miss Mingmei's relatives? I'm a little curious."
"You know your cousin Xiaolan." Martin said.
"Cousin... That's Mr. Okiya's nickname, right?" Xiaolan, Martin and Akai Shuichi have only appeared together a few times, so Xiaolan is not very familiar with this nickname.
"Ah?" Corgi was the first to react, his eyes wide open: "Ahhh!?"
"Shinichi, what are you talking about? Huh? Could it be that Miss Mingmei's cousin is Mr. Okiya!?" Xiaolan's eyes widened: "And they lived next door to each other before they recognized each other... What a fate!"
This is not fate, this is a bad fate... Xiaolan doesn't know that Okiya Subaru is Akai Shuichi, but the Corgi knows it very clearly, and its pair of dog eyes are bigger than Xiaolan's.
(End of this chapter)