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

Chapter 272: Black Party's Large Snack Trading Scene

Everyone in the bar turned their eyes toward the door.

The first person to come in was a bald man dressed in a godfather costume, carrying a speaker and a laptop, and a hymn was constantly coming out of the speakers.

The blond middle-aged man who came in next pointed at him and cursed, "Graf! You'd better turn off the stereo!"

Another tall and strong blond man behind him grabbed one of his arms with a look of despair, to prevent people from suddenly rushing over.

——Ireland feels like she might be socially dead.

Just imagine, in such a grand gathering with so many people, his colleague came over with a speaker to preach, and his current boss wanted to use violence to dissuade him because he was dissatisfied with his behavior, but he was stopped by him in the end...

This is probably the case.

Ireland looked up at the ceiling for a long time before he suppressed his feeling of despair and looked straight ahead.

However, this look stunned him:

In front of them, only Gin and Vodka were sitting in their seats. Under his gaze, Gin calmly took out a bag of something and threw it on the table behind him, then looked at them:

"You're late... half an hour."

……

When the three Chablis came in, the scene in the bar looked like this:

Kiel traded snacks with an expression that said "I know nothing". Based on the original red bean cakes, she then handled candies, jellies, potato chips, biscuits, diced meat... a series of dazzling foods, which were then passed on to others.

Claret even used Grappa's untouched red bean cakes as trading items, successfully exchanging some of each food item.

Vermouth used her skills to intercept the snacks thrown by Gin in the air, and then she also got all the snacks...

Chianti and Cohen stared at the cookies and jelly with fierce eyes, and finally got half of the cookies and jelly for the price of six red bean cakes...

Vodka was the luckiest one, because whenever Gin took out something, he would have to give him one first, thus preventing him from entering the transaction scene.

The arrival of Graf, Chablis and Ireland only brought a brief halt to the trading, and then it became lively again. It was useless even if Graf turned up the volume of his speakers.

This "grand" snack trade fair successfully diverted Chablis' anger towards Graves.

When he saw the snacks, he knew who they belonged to and his eyes lit up immediately:

"Oh! Gin, my friend, you are so disloyal. You actually ate alone when I was not around!"

"How could you see me eating alone?"

Gin's face darkened instantly - he had clearly given away most of the stored food, okay?

He touched his pockets, which were filled with only hard bombs, pistols, batons, grappling hooks, wires and a series of tools for committing crimes, and his heart was filled with sadness.

I feel like the food I bought a few days ago is not enough to eat...

"I saw it with both eyes."

Xia Buli struggled to escape from Ireland's 'claws' and ran excitedly to the trading site:
"Hey! Beautiful ladies... Oh, and this gentleman, do you mind if I share some of your food?"

"Chablis? You don't seem to have anything to exchange."

"Who said that? I have lemon candies here..."

Gin: "..."

So Chablis didn't get to taste his lemon candy last time and has been thinking about it until now?

Gin's eyes were complicated.

With the addition of Chablis, the snack trade fair was in full swing with the singing of 'Hallelujah' in the background.

Ireland didn't know what to feel for a moment, his mouth twitched, and he planned to drag Graf to sit in the empty seat.

But Graf suddenly threw the speakers and computer to the ground, took out the cross, and said with a pious look:
"The Lord said, 'Food is the first necessity of the people...'"

Immediately, the bald man dressed as the godfather also rushed into the transaction scene.

As for the trading items, he directly snatched Chablis's lemon candy, which almost led to a fight between the two people... Ireland: "..."

He swore that it was not the Lord who said that.

No, that's not the point!

Ireland's forehead twitched a few times, and he decisively unplugged the cable connecting the speaker and the computer.

'Hallelujah' no longer rings, but the trade continues.

"…Please sit down."

Gin glanced at Ireland, who was in a dilemma, and raised his head.

"……it is good."

Ireland's eyes were a little complicated. He nodded slightly, no longer paying attention to the farce on the other side, found an empty seat and sat down. He ordered a glass of himself as usual, and also ordered a glass of Chablis and Graff...

The snack trade fair lasted until almost eleven o'clock.

Piles of snack remnants were collected by the servants, leaving the table tidy as always.

but……

Chablis sat opposite Gin with a candy in his mouth and said in a vague voice: "Gin, this doesn't look like something you can eat?"

He held a square black box in his hand that felt heavy.

Gin looked at this very familiar thing, touched his pocket, and silently took the thing from Chablis:
"The bomb was taken by mistake."

"...My friend, you wouldn't put bombs together with snacks, would you?"

"Wrap it outside as a buffer."

Chablis: “…”

No wonder he smelled a scent of gunpowder just now.

Others who were eating snacks: “…”

Suddenly the food in my mouth didn’t taste good anymore.

After the snack trade fair ended, the bar returned to its dull state.

Chablis, Vermouth, and Gin sat at a table... oh, and a vodka.

Ireland, Graf, Clarett, Kiel and seven others sat in a small circle around them.

There was only his or her wine glass left in front of each person, but no one moved.

Chablis propped up his chin, glanced at it, and said with a smile:

"Gin, I remember you had two subordinates, right? Why don't I see them?"

Gin glanced at him calmly, "Tequila is operating outside of Tokyo, and Pino is responsible for monitoring outside... To be honest, I remember that you also have several subordinates."

"Oh, really?" Chablis blinked and continued to smile, "In fact, I also let them move around outside Tokyo."

Gin raised his eyebrows, looked at him, and sneered.

This guy is really as boring as he can be. Is it fun to test him? Anyway, there is no way to test it.

“Let’s get down to business.” Vermouth held up her chin and looked at Chablis with a little tiredness. “Why are you calling everyone here so late at night? You know, those fish are still staring at us.”

"Don't worry, Miss Vermouth."

Chablis gave Vermouth a very gentlemanly smile, "The main person hasn't arrived yet, so I'm afraid we can't talk about business... But I do have something important to say."

"Don't grind."

Gin raised his eyelids with a slightly cold expression.

(End of this chapter)