This Boss Isn't Very Scientific

【Detective Conan fan fiction】【Hilarious beyond imagination】 The mastermind behind the liquor company has amnesia, and the resulting misunderstandings are endless! In the eyes of Gin and the other executives, the Black Organization's boss, Karasuma Shuliang, is the Napoleon of the underworld, a real-life Moriarty, and Japan's greatest criminal mastermind. But to Karasuma Shuliang, he's just an ordinary bar owner. It's the customers at his bar who are all a bit strange. For instance, there's that fierce-looking gangster enforcer who drinks without paying and even demands protection money, bringing along a lackey who downs Vodka by the bottle. Then there's the woman of the world who loves vermouth. She's beautiful, but she also drinks without paying, shamelessly freeloading. And that dark-skinned young man who likes whiskey: he's had bourbon, rye, and Scotch, and still hasn't paid. If you people don't pay up, my bar is going to go under! The reason for this vast disconnect is that Karasuma Shuliang has amnesia. The boss has lost his memory, yet the organization executives are none the wiser. How does the organization keep running as usual? Is someone concealing the truth from above, or is the boss just hopelessly lazy? Welcome to The Boss Isn't Conan-Style, where you'll meet a Black Organization that's neither Conan-style nor respectable! (This is my second Detective Conan fan fiction, so please show it lots of support!)