Conan's I'm really not a model worker in a winery

Chapter 184 Black Concerto-Return

[The content of this chapter is actual (Chapter 181 - Arriving! Crazy Wine Chablis, the explanation in this article is not included in the number of words in the text.]

After sneezing twice in a row, Gin's sleepiness disappeared completely.

"Who's talking about me again?"

Gin sniffed, his eyes were drowsy. It was obvious that he was not fully awake yet, and his vision was still a little blurry.

After calming down for a while, Gin took a look at the time while getting off the bed and washing up: it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

...Tsk, I accidentally overslept.

Sin, sin.

However, Gin has been working very late recently dealing with emails from organization members.

And because there are some idiots under his command - referring to the remnants of Pisk, who really have a posture of "I will fight you to the end", Gin is also speechless.

After warning such a person to no avail, it is basically the result of being reported to the unscrupulous boss and finally being eliminated by Gin's men.

Because of this, there have been more tasks during what should have been a leisurely period recently.

But Gin is quite used to this kind of thing:

Before he took office, the position of the person directly responsible had changed three times.

After each new member takes office, he will start to clean up the arrangements left by the old ones - usually by lowering his status by one level or directly transferring him.

If they are demoted and transferred, it is easy to say. For those who die in accidents, their close subordinates are often still there. When these people wake up and find that their immediate boss has changed, some of them start to clamor...

Some are dissatisfied with the change in status, and some are disobedient to their new superiors and have strong opinions.

Most of these die-hards will eventually be eliminated.

And the amazing thing is that there are them in every batch. When Gin was working under those seniors as the spy of the unscrupulous boss, he had to clean up a lot of them.

--certainly.

The main reason for the increase in tasks is that the date suddenly jumps from the end of the year to the summer vacation, which adds a lot of burden to Gin...

If it weren't for some magical power in this world that helped him complete more than half of some tasks by himself, Gin would have blown up the base with a knife and others.

No, it wasn't until yesterday that Gin had the courage to inspect the northern half of Honshu Island, and today he asked Vodka to take over for him to inspect the southern half.

"Well... let's see what's going on."

Gin stretched out, changed into a loose T-shirt, then sat in front of the computer and started browsing information.

And this morning when he fell asleep, there were indeed a few unread messages.

Among them, the unscrupulous boss sent him two messages:

[Chablis will arrive tonight, be sure to make a good handover with him. There have been a lot of bugs coming in recently, Gin, please pay more attention to control... try to reduce unnecessary tasks——****]

[Chablis’s contact number after arriving in Japan is 080-607-6790, find Shirley as soon as possible——****]

"...It came quite quickly."

Gin raised the corners of his mouth and murmured, not knowing who he was talking about.

But after he carefully read the content sent by the unscrupulous boss, Gin's face fell a little.

Well, it's probably the people who entered Japan who attracted the attention of the unscrupulous boss, and now the boss is a little worried.

Gin finished replying to the unscrupulous boss according to the routine, and then looked at other emails. Except for Chianti and Cohen who reported that the task was completed, the others reported that they were safe, so he didn't read it again and silently wrote down the email from the unscrupulous boss in his notes.

telephone number--

As the saying goes, a good memory is worse than a bad writing.

Not to mention that Gin now finds that he has symptoms of amnesia from time to time... It's not considered amnesia, it's just that he can't remember it. As long as there is a reminder, it will be fine.

"At night..."

Gin touched his chin and stared at the phone number.

The unscrupulous boss probably means that this number will only be activated after Chablis arrives in Japan, so if he calls now...

I anxiously dialed the number - as expected it was an empty number.

Gin recited the phone number in his mind again, making sure he couldn't forget it before going back to sleep.

Before departure, he got up again and confirmed the handover content, and it was almost perfect.

This is actually the first time Gin has done such a thing as a substitute handover, because since he came up, the two responsible persons in Japan: he and Piske, have been in office for almost twenty years without any change in position.

The deployment of the subordinates did not require a formal handover, so it was the first time for Gin to do this.

Just like when I first went to school and handed in my homework for the first time, I was so nervous...

but.

"No matter what...sleep!"

Gin drank a glass of water, chewed a piece of milk candy, and wrapped himself back in the quilt.

In the evening, he had to fight another fierce battle... How could he not be energetic?

…

It's night.

Eight o'clock in the evening, international airport.

"Sir, welcome to Tokyo!"

At the connecting exit of these two international flights, two flight attendants smiled and said this to every passenger who got off the plane.

Until a meticulously dressed blond man wearing a black suit and holding a heavy windbreaker walked down.

"Sir, Huan..."

Before the stewardess could say anything, the foreign man suddenly waved his hand to her, waved his generous palm, took out a rose from somewhere, and inserted it into the collar of the stewardess.

The man's face, about forty years old, does not make him look older. On the contrary, it makes him full of heroism and makes him even more charming when he smiles:

"Dear young lady, I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting for so long... Please take this flower as my apology."

The man put the top hat on his head and then took it off again, and bowed deeply to the stewardess.

This sense of ritual is 100% complete.

When has a stewardess ever seen such a solemn guest?

Until a dozen people in suits came down from behind the blond man, she still couldn't react...

Finally, after all the passengers on the plane had disembarked, her companions on the other side came to pull her, and the stewardess came to her senses.

Immediately, the flight attendant noticed the roses on her chest, and two red clouds floated on her cheeks.

Emma, ​​that uncle just now was so manly...

…

"Mensao."

In a dark car.

Next to the man who just gave the flight attendant a rose, there was a strong man sitting next to him.

The blond man glanced at the man next to him who also had short blond hair but had a rough appearance, and grinned:

"I'll just assume it's you complimenting me this time, Irish."

The man called Ireland twitched his face, and the scars on his face made him even more ferocious: "Chaplis, stop being so sentimental!"

Who is praising this sultry person?

"Okay, okay." The blond man... maybe we should call him Chablis, nodded helplessly, "You are exactly the same as you were when you were a kid, not funny at all."

Ireland rolled his eyes: "Funny? Can that thing be eaten?"

Chablis was stunned for a moment, then laughed:

"Well, it looks like you're a little more interesting than before."

"Okay, don't be poor." Ireland took a deep breath and kindly reminded him, "You should think about how to deal with Gin."

After Pisk's death, all their affairs were handed over to Gin. How much they can transfer back now, to be honest, it's all Gin's word...

I tried to change the content...

(End of chapter)