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

Chapter 258 Wine, Wine, and Wine

Those who work all night are working all night, and those who work part-time are working part-time...

And Gin was sleeping soundly.

Ever since Chablis took a piece of meat from him, his daily routine has gradually returned to normal.

So even though his subordinates often reported that Chablis came to his territory to "challenge", Gin still wanted to give him a model worker medal to express his gratitude.

Now, Gin almost never lets any tasks fall into his hands. He will hand over all the tasks that can be thrown to other members. Even if he finds that Vermouth is too idle, he will pass some tasks to her.

Even so... no one under his command complained, except Vermouth.

Gin's original subordinates, not only Keel, Cohen, Chianti, but also hundreds of senior peripheral members who needed him to personally issue orders. They had suffered from 007's torture. Now they didn't need a whole day to complete a full mission. The remaining time could be used as a vacation day...

It is truly a blessing for them!

Kiel even asked him at first if he missed a haircut…

Only Vermouth came to Japan to enjoy a peaceful life and do some work. Gin forced several tasks on her, so she often sent some sarcastic emails.

Since they didn't even bring Gin back, they just sent a message to the group saying "Do a good job" to deal with it.

...Of course, mission reduction is not without its drawbacks.

The salary has decreased...

Because the 'employees' of the winery all grow up based on their performance, the more tasks they have, the more bonuses they get, and this does not include the share of the tasks.

Gin's original bonus of tens of millions was reduced to a pitiful one million.

He has a lot to complain about, such as...

“It’s only been two months, right? Why have we given out year-end bonuses seven or eight times?”

Gin looked at his payslip and fell into deep thought.

The year-end bonus seems to be available every year, but the monthly bonus is more outrageous, available for twelve months of the year...

But he really hasn't lived that many days!
Gin had a complicated expression: "Forget it, it's good."

This dream-like day came so happily and so suddenly that he was caught off guard.

He thought that since he hadn't logged into the account for two months, there wouldn't be much change...

I didn’t expect to get several years’ wages for free, hundreds of millions…

"Okay, let's find a time to withdraw the money and give it to them as activity funds." Gin made the decision very resolutely.

He had asked Noah to transfer the money he had gotten for free from Vermouth to Xie to help manage it. He kept one million for himself and asked Vodka for the rest when he needed it. He didn't keep any of the extra money.

After browsing the salary details that made him shudder, Gin began his daily tasks - processing emails and compiling intelligence.

In the past, I had to wait until I came back from running maps to do these tasks, but now it’s different:

Without any tasks, Gin had plenty of time to deal with these emails.

The organization's database is huge, but it doesn't cover everything...

At least there is no such thing as 'tomorrow's pork price is xx'.

...Well, of course this is just an example. If any member reports this kind of thing, he will probably be thrown to the bottom and start from scratch.

However, among the people under Gin's care, there will be some people who send out that kind of "invalid information", and the information of these people comes from the next level members. It is equivalent to that the senior members screened a wave of information and then sent it to Gin.

What Gin needs to do is to filter out the intelligence that may be useful to the organization and hand it over to the Intelligence Department.

——As mentioned before, there is a department in the organization that specializes in managing intelligence, and they generally don’t appear in public easily.

In terms of the organization's intelligence, the Intelligence Department's status is much higher than that of Gin and other responsible persons. Gin's words have no say on whether the intelligence is valid or not, and it will eventually be sent to the intelligence department for final review.

And effective intelligence is also a kind of achievement.

Later, Gin also tried to organize this intelligence management method and use it on the Five Star Group, but in the end he did not completely imitate it, but took another path...

"Hmm? Unorganized information dealers... this is good."

Gin began to carefully screen the information reported by the subordinates. To be honest, this is also a brainwork...

His blood pressure, which he could handle just processing intelligence before, spiked.

Gin: Thanks Chablis!

……

North District Base.

Chablis, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly sneezed and woke himself up.

"…Oh, damn God, who is scolding me?"

Chablis sniffed, looking a little gloomy.

The lights in the room were very bright, especially the huge "light bulb" next to him that almost blinded him.

"Chablis, God does not deserve to die." Bald Graf turned his head and revealed his facial features. "The Lord said that God can do anything..."

"Isn't your Lord the same thing as God?"

Chablis was in a very bad mood when he woke up. When he heard Graf talking about his faith again, he almost took off his gloves and dueled with the other party.

However, the crooked scars on Graf's face seemed to prove that he did not have an easy time under Chablis before.

Graf, however, did not learn his lesson at all. He looked at Chablis with a devout face and said, "Oh! Chablis, are you finally willing to believe in the Lord with me?"

"Shit! Shout out Grave!"

Chablis was so angry that he blurted out something in standard London dialect and was about to take off his gloves.

Just then a man came in from the door:
"Chablis, Graf, what are you doing again?"

The slightly fierce-looking Ireland came in with two cups of coffee and stared at the two of them with full vigilance.

How can we not be vigilant?
The first time they met at the base, they destroyed a TV and a computer. The sofa was dismantled and the foam filling was scattered everywhere...

What exactly is it like?
It's probably a more serious situation than having two pure-blooded Huskies at home.

Ireland should really be thankful that we are now in the Internet age, and information can be retrieved from the database at any time as long as there is an Internet connection... Otherwise, if it were like before, once the computer was lost, the accountability would be very serious.

"You guys, have a cup of coffee and calm down."

Ireland slammed two cups of coffee in front of their table, his eyes full of warnings, "If you make a scene here again, I'll throw you out! Do you hear me?"

Looking at Ireland's tall and oppressive body, the two people nodded continuously like chicks pecking at rice.

To be honest, Ireland's height of nearly two meters is really unfair.

But to be honest, Chablis is not arrogant - before Chablis took over Pisco's position, he was on the same level as Ireland and Graf, and now he doesn't consider himself a superior.

In a sense, it's easygoing.

"Ireland."

Chablis looked at the coffee in front of him in confusion, "Does coffee have a calming effect?"

This thing seems to be a refresher, right? Are you sure it won't make you more excited the more you drink it?

"Didn't you say that the calming agent has no effect on you?"

Ireland squinted his eyes, "Let's give it a try, just in case a plus equals a minus."

Chablis took a sip of coffee with a look of sudden realization: "So one times one equals negative one?"

"The Lord says, One plus one equals one, and two plus one equals two..."

"Shut up, both of you!"

Ireland roared in frustration and closed his eyes.

If he stays with these two people any longer, his blood pressure will exceed 2,000!
(End of this chapter)