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

Chapter 308 Ready Stage
"Clarett."

Gin waited for a long time and found that the girl not only did not react but was watching with even more interest. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and called her again with a dark face.

Clarette was less than thirty years old, which really made her a girl in his eyes.

"…Ah? Yes! Master Gin, I'm sorry I was distracted just now!"

Clarett came to his senses and immediately sat up straight, but for some reason he wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand.

Gin: "..."

Trust me, you're not drooling.

Gin was speechless for a moment, then he put the water cup on the table and crossed his legs. "Are you adapting well? Compared to Pisco, I used to have more action missions here, but due to the adjustment of the mission blocks, I am now mainly focusing on intelligence."

He checked Clarett's resume and knew that he was mainly engaged in intelligence work, similar to Bourbon, so he was a suitable person to take over.

Originally, Chablis wanted Grappa and Claret, who were originally in the team, to replace Bourbon, but unfortunately, Grappa was a loyal fool.

When it comes to comforting his subordinates, Gin has always done a good job. He always says what needs to be said clearly and never leaves his subordinates in any confusion.

Even when Bourbon came back a few days ago, Gin explained all the previous things to him again, and then explained the basic situation of Chablis and Pisco to Bourbon.

——The main thing is that although Chablis took over Pisk's position, his style of doing things is still adhering to the style of a member directly under the boss. Unlike Pisk, who is almost a small department in the organization and just does his job in silence.

Moreover, even a matter like the transfer of members could be brought up, and the unscrupulous boss could approve it...

You know, in the past, at most they just temporarily assigned members to supervise each other.

Gin could only roughly guess what the unscrupulous boss was thinking, but he knew exactly what Chablis was thinking: he just wanted Grappa and Claret to annoy him...

Just imagine, if he really was the kind of person who had ulterior motives towards the organization, then if a familiar person was suddenly replaced, he would inevitably become suspicious, and maybe something would go wrong that day - but to be honest, Gin did have ulterior motives.

Mainly those people at the top...

Gin's eyes darkened.

Originally, he overestimated the unscrupulous boss and thought that asking him to clean up Pisk was making enemies for him... Now looking at it this way, it was just a boss who wanted to "reform" the organization and develop it into a one-man show for the top management.

I just don't know if 'that one' is involved.

"It does feel good, but there are still some differences." Clarett said respectfully, "I have worked as a manager here before, and I found that the discipline here is much stricter than ours."

"……Yeah."

Gin thought about some of the rules he had set based on his previous habits...it seemed that they were not very strict, right?
"Anyway, it's fine as long as you can adapt." Gin took the paper report that Clarett had placed on the table. "If there are no problems, you don't have to come here specially if you don't have anything else to do. You can just hand over the report online."

"Okay, Master Gin..."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Clarett's eyes, and he glanced at Gin's arm reluctantly again.

Gin noticed her look: "..."

So what's so good about it? Clarett came three times, and each time he had the same reaction.

Gin glanced at his arm suspiciously.

Very normal muscles, not particularly strong... Even Vodka is stronger than him.

Glancing at Clarette who was staring at his arm again, Gin felt that he needed to get rid of him: "Well, it's getting late now, you should go back."

After hearing what Gin said, Clarett stood up, bowed respectfully, and then slowly left the lounge.

The steps seemed to be filled with reluctance. After Claret left, Gin stared at the wall for a while, then slowly looked at Vodka.

"Vodka, how are things going?"

He shook his water cup, which only had a layer of water left, put it on the table, and went to the cabinet next to him to get two bags of potato chips.

Vodka stopped what he was doing and just turned around to answer when an unknown object hit him in the face.

Vodka silently took off the gift of friendship from his eldest brother and said, "Brother, if it is an investigation by the organization system, I don't see any traces...but today's emails have not been processed yet."

As he said this, he carefully stuffed the potato chips into his drawer.

His elder brother seldom brings him snacks on his own initiative, so he has to keep them well as a souvenir.

"No trace?" Gin tore open the package and started to 'crack' like a hamster. "What do you think is the possibility that the organization will find out that you and Xie are playing tricks on the system?"

"This, I feel it should be possible to find out, but at most we can only find out that the system has been hacked, and nothing else." Vodka was very sure about this. "The teacher's technical level is much higher than those software engineers in the organization, but the organization's system defense has been strengthened recently..."

"Why else would we hire so many software engineers?"

Gin continued to nibble on his potato chips.

Of course, he wouldn't be so naive as to think that the unscrupulous boss hired so many software engineers just to strengthen the system firewall...

However, Gin was not very clear about the specific purpose.

However, he estimated that it was most likely related to the semi-finished software designed by Itakura Taku before - after Noah's identification, it was confirmed that the software was also a quasi-artificial intelligence system.

In other words, the unscrupulous boss may have seen the potential of the intelligent system and believed that this kind of thing could achieve some of his own goals, such as immortality or eternal life...

But the words came back again.

"Who was it that Dubonnet mentioned last time who invaded the database?"

Gin thought a little depressed.

They don't need to invade, and if the invasion is discovered, it means the other party's technology is not good enough, at least it can't be the work of Xie and Noah.

Gin's slightly low muttering was heard by Vodka.

The latter thought for a moment and quickly remembered something, "Brother, could this be the trace left by the target we cleared last time?"

"...What?" Gin looked over blankly.

"…That's the traitor named Hara Yoshiaki. He also transferred the data into the database of the Tokiwa Group, didn't he?"

Vodka looked at his eldest brother with a sad expression.

Brother, is your memory so bad now?
Gin: "..."

It seems that it is true, maybe it is possible, is it true?

Wait, he remembered that in order to give Conan more hints, he even poured a glass of wine on the table?

"Then why have I been so nervous these past few days!"

Gin cursed himself inwardly, then quickly put a few bags of snacks into the room.

He wants to talk to Noah!
(End of this chapter)