Chapter 497 Becoming Death’s Creditor

There is only one website and institution where Kogoro Mouri often bets on horse racing, and Nobushige knows where he lost 30 million without asking.

Although for retail investors, it is not so bizarre that nine times out of ten bets, they will lose. When you first start betting on horse racing, you can often make a small profit, but in the later stages, the more you gamble, the more you lose. This is the bookmaker's routine.

However, Nobushige doesn't want to give the money he earned through hard work to the casino. Instead, he would use the funds to invest in a detective agency and help the police solve cases. Wouldn't it be nice?

It just so happens that the organization also has a business involving gambling and has a lot of information in this regard. Nobuhiro only had to tap the keyboard with his fingers to get all the information about the racecourse.

"Imoto Heihachi..." Nobushige looked thoughtfully at the naive little old man in the photo on the screen.

The banker of the racecourse is named Imoto Heihachi, and he has a very deceptive and honest face. But if someone despised him because of his appearance, he would probably die miserably. Because Heihachi Imoto is not an ordinary person. As a banker who is sure to win, the power and connections behind him are not simple.

In fact, horse racing is a battle of information. Whoever has more information has a greater chance of winning.

Senior gamblers and local players who have been in the horse racing circle for a long time can often get more information before the game. For example, the rider of horse number 1 has just lost his son, horse number 3 has lost his appetite these days, the rider of horse number 6 often accepts hidden rules to help cheat, horse number 9 has just changed stables, etc.

The winning rate of these people is naturally higher than that of people who do not gamble frequently, but they do not know how to integrate and do not have access to relevant information about market betting, so they are still easily manipulated by bookmakers and professional gamblers.

However, even bookmakers and professional gambling masters cannot turn an initial capital of one hundred yuan into one million in a short period of time. In fact, most professional gambling teams would consider a return rate of 2% to be very good. In other words, if you invest one hundred yuan, you can earn two yuan; if you invest one hundred million, you can get two million in return. As long as they have enough initial capital, enough energy, and diligent betting, it is not a dream to make any amount of money.

The bookmaker will even cooperate with some professional gamblers who do not violate the bottom line, or at least have a tacit understanding to use each other for mutual success. In this process, how many retail investors have lost all their money due to gambling is not within their scope of consideration. Because after all, what they earn is retail investors' money.

At this point, gambling and stocks are actually similar.

As for Heihachi Imoto, as the banker of several of Japan's largest horse racing casinos, the power behind him is such that everyone is shocked by it. With the support of the underworld, whether he is cooperating with a gambling team or exploiting retail investors, Imoto Heihachi can be very arrogant.

So it's really nothing to say that Mouri Kogoro lost 30 million at the racecourse, but who told his agent to have a backstage that he couldn't afford to offend?

Nobuhiro took out his cell phone and dialed a series of numbers.

The call was answered quickly.

His voice was filled with unconcealable pleasure, and he said softly: "Gin, I have a very interesting plan, do you want to listen to it?"

…

After Nobushige washed up, had breakfast, and came to work at the Maori Detective Agency at the normal time, Fei Yingli had already arrived. She was invited by Mao Lilan to help.

Although Fei Yingli was already very disappointed with the man lying on the sofa and sleeping soundly, the friendship since childhood was still there after all. If possible, Fei Yingli still hoped to save their marriage. What's more, now that Mouri Kogoro is in trouble that may bankrupt his family, as Xiaolan's mother, she can't pretend she didn't see it.

"Xiaolan, you'd better live with me." Fei Yingli invited again.

Mao Lilan smiled helplessly and said, "The top priority is to complete Ms. Fujieda's commission as soon as possible, and dad has really been reading mom's name before."

Fei Yingli looked at Mouri Kogoro, with a soft light still flowing in her eyes.

"Okay," she nodded, "I will help him one more time, for the sake of my daughter."

Mao Lilan immediately laughed: "Thank you, mom!"

Fei Yingli's eyes glanced at Nobushi who had been standing at the door for a while. She remembered this man's identity, so she smiled and said to him: "Mr. Asano, thanks to you for taking care of my unreliable husband during this period. I I heard that you helped him advance the debt this time, thank you very much."

"Where." Nobuhiro smiled, "I am Mr. Mori's agent and an investor in the firm. These things are what I should do."

Fei Yingli said bitterly: "No matter what, I will pay back 10 million for him today. As for the remaining money, let him pay it back by himself, even if it is cleaning and washing dishes for you." It doesn’t matter.”

The corners of Xinfan's mouth twitched slightly.

Could it be said that after becoming a broker, he will also assume the identity of a creditor?

I'm afraid it's not a good thing to be Mouri Kogoro's creditor. What if the uncle activates the passive skill of Death and kills him? After all, Zhu Fu Jingguang's status is quite easy to die.

Thinking of this, Nobushige couldn't help but shudder and wanted to stay away from Mouri Kogoro.

To save money and avoid disaster, why don’t I give up the 30 million?

Edogawa, the real god of death, Conan glanced at Nobushige and asked strangely: "Brother Asano, what's wrong with you? It shouldn't be very hot in the room, why are you so sweaty?"

After seeing this, Fei Yingli couldn't help but knock Mouri Kogoro's sleepy head: "It's not this man's fault! Thirty million is not an amount that Asano can take out casually."

"Really?" Conan was a little confused.

He remembered that Mr. Asano must have spent more than 30 million just to decorate the Lufeng Music Classroom, and the house he bought not long ago, and the investment in the Mori Detective Agency, all added up to hundreds of millions.

And when he spent the money, Mr. Asano didn't blink an eye, and he had no intention of waiting for the funds to flow. Obviously, the money was far from his upper limit.

If it weren't for Suzuki Sonoko not knowing him before, Conan would have thought that Mr. Asano also came from a large consortium.

Even if it is not a large financial group, the Asano family definitely has a lot of capital. After all, in terms of financial freedom alone, Mr. Asano is definitely above Suzuki Sonoko.

"I have already called Ms. Fujieda Soka." Fei Yingli said, "I will go to Fujieda's house soon to see who is threatening her husband's life."

Hearing this, Nobushige was a little surprised: "Isn't the Fujieda family's commission finished yet? It's been almost a week."