The middle-aged manager felt that this guest seemed rather impolite, but after years in the workplace, he had seen plenty of socially clueless people. Too lazy to say more, he politely acknowledged him and left the room.
After waiting downstairs for a while, a red sports car soon pulled up and stopped in front of the hotel.
The middle-aged manager immediately stepped forward respectfully and reported, "President, the cars you selected have all been arranged at the exhibition center. Only yours is left."
"No rush." President Teraizumi chuckled and reached out to stroke his beloved car. "The exhibition hall won't open until tomorrow. Tonight, let me have one last moment alone with it—once it's put on display, I won't be able to drive it so freely anymore."
The middle-aged manager did not bring it up again. The exhibition hall and the hotel were not his anyway; the president could put it on display whenever he pleased.
He changed the subject. "Mr. Kurosawa has come to visit. He's waiting for you in the lounge."
"Oh? Is that so?" President Teraizumi smiled. "It seems my decision to expand the exhibition hall was indeed wise. It won't just be these few cars—there will be more and more Antique Cars in the exhibition hall in the future. Come on, let's go have a good talk with him."
The middle-aged manager nodded, then added, "Also, several guests checked in today. I happened to take a look and noticed that one of them seemed to be a very famous High School Detective."
President Teraizumi stroked his chin thoughtfully. "A Detective... he came at just the right time."
Behind every successful person lay the blood and tears of countless failures. President Teraizumi was no exception.
Every Antique sports car in the exhibition hall was an exceedingly rare