Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 185: Here we go! Crazy wine Chablis

[The content of this chapter is the actual one (Chapter 182 - Black Concerto - Summer Night), and the explanation content of this article is not counted in the text. 】

The rights of direct members are unreasonably high.

Ireland is a subordinate trained by Pisk himself. Although the two are not related by blood, their relationship is better than that of father and son.

When he was operating under Pisk, he once encountered a situation where the person directly in charge took away almost half of the tasks on his side, but no one dared to say a word.

——Not every member of the organization is like Gin, wishing there were fewer missions.

For most organizational personnel, tasks are equivalent to performance. Only when the performance is high can they be appreciated by that person.

This point has basically become a consensus among all members of the organization - of course, whether this includes Gin's people is another matter.

Gin's tasks, including the division of territory, were actually inherited from the previous general manager, the one who took a lot of advantage from Pisco...

In other words, normally speaking, Gin's workload is not that much.

But Gin doesn’t know!
Even the people on Pisco's side didn't know that Gin would be so busy: except for the people on Gin's side, most of the members were actually very idle.

However, because the tasks and territories are assigned to different people, and the communication between members of the organization is regulated, Gin still doesn't know that others are idle...

He thought everyone was busy in the same way.

...We've gone off topic.

After listening to Ireland's words, Chablis nodded without comment:
"Of course I know that... but I can't guarantee that I can get back the part that was taken away by the previous generation."

Chablis' current status is actually much higher than Ireland's, but the tone of the two people's conversation was as if they were chatting about family matters.

After hearing what the other party said, Ireland sneered disdainfully: "Oh? Is there anything that a drunkard like you can't guarantee?"

"How can you talk like that? Who's crazy?"

Chablis gave him a reproachful look that almost made Ireland feel sick to his stomach.

"Gin is the person directly responsible for that job. How can I guarantee that?" Seeing Ireland's reaction, Chablis smiled with satisfaction. "To be honest, this is the first time I've heard of someone being able to stay in this position for more than ten years, or even twenty years..."

"Soon you won't just hear about it."

Ireland glanced at his watch. "We have to transfer to the main line later. We should be at our destination around ten o'clock."

Chabli's eyes lit up: "Oh? Is it that person's villa? How exciting~"

As he spoke, he took off his black gloves, revealing a pair of hands that did not match his appearance and figure at all - withered, with distinct joints, and long and sharp nails, as if there were blades growing on the fingertips.

The fingers kept moving up and down in an interlaced manner, reflecting the owner's inner restlessness.

Ireland silently moved ten centimeters away from him, "Can you put that dangerous thing of yours away?"

"No~" Chablis hummed the Moonlight March, his sharp nails scratching the car window, making a series of teeth-grinding sounds...

Ireland covered his ears and rolled his eyes.

"How many people did you bring this time?"

'grumble--'

"Yeah, I brought all I could, about 20. Some of them didn't arrive that fast."

"Slurp——"

"Who is following you now?"

'Crack——'

"Twelve, including you, thirteen..."

'Zi~'

"Okay, we're here, change cars! If you reveal these dangerous things again, I'll throw you off!"

"Squeak~~"

"Okay, okay... Ireland, don't be so rigid..."

"Sip——"

"Stop scratching the glass!!!"

Ireland could no longer bear it and let out a deafening roar.

He's had enough of this noise pollution! ...

Nagano Prefecture.

Chablis and Ireland's group arrived here by car, and after someone drove them to pick them up, they finally saw the man's villa.

The twilight annex.

"As expected of an adult's residence, it's magnificent!"

Chablis looked at the huge "castle" from afar, forming a square with his index fingers and thumbs, as if to record this scene forever...

Of course, he wore gloves.

When Ireland got here, he tensed up and stopped talking to Chablis.

It's not just him.

All the black vehicles that drive in here, whether the drivers or the people in the seats, have an attitude like they are on pilgrimage.

——What an honor it is to be able to see the mansion where that lord once lived?

For a moment, every one of the members who followed Chablis from the UK felt a little jealous of their companions who were able to stay in Japan for a long time.

"……arrive."

The winding mountain path looks long, but it is only about ten minutes away.

However, just as they were about to reach the annex, Ireland suddenly thought of a question:
"Chabli, is your cell phone number activated?"

"what?"

Chabli was nervous and excited. When he heard this, the smile on his face became a little confused. "What cell phone?"

"...Didn't the boss give you that cell phone number? Why didn't you call the technical department and ask them to activate it for you?" Ireland had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, Chablis nodded naturally, "No, I was a little too excited after getting off the plane...I forgot."

As soon as the word 'no' came out of Chablis' mouth, Ireland immediately pulled a mobile phone out of the opponent's windbreaker pocket and began to dial quickly.

But, by the time he was done, the car had already stopped at the entrance of the annex...

Ireland's eyes twitched twice, and he looked at Chablis expressionlessly: "Do you want to guess how many calls Gin has made to you?"

"Forehead……"

Chablis seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem and counted on his fingers: "About twelve?"

"Do you think he has nothing to do?!" Ireland roared again, unable to bear it any longer.

It takes ten minutes to call once. If Gin had that much free time, he would twist his head off on the spot!

Compared to Ireland's excitement, Chablis was actually very calm except for a little admiration when facing the villa.

He even consoled Ireland: "Okay, okay, we're here anyway, Gin won't run away."

Ireland:"……"

There is definitely something wrong with Chablis’s brain…

Is this a question of whether Gin will run away or not?
This is a question of whether they can survive Gin's hands!
(Gin sneezed while drinking coffee in the annex restaurant.)
"Okay, let's go in."

Chablis straightened his clothes, put on his loose coat and put on a wide-brimmed black hat.

Ireland is dressed the same way...

Then everyone who got off the dark vehicle was dressed in a black windbreaker and a top hat.

Such a scene makes the already oppressive darkness even more untouchable...Once touched, one will inevitably fall into the abyss.

"Chablis, don't go too far later."

"Don't worry Ireland, I know what I'm doing."

——Real Wine Catalog——

Chablis——******
——Real Wine Files——

[Chablis: from the UK, once a peripheral member promoted by Pisk himself, and later became a direct subordinate of the boss//Features: blond hair and blue eyes, **#**#**#**//Close relationship with Ireland//After **#****#**]

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