Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 258 Wine and Wine and Wine

Those who stay up all night stay up all night, and those who work part-time work as workers...

And Gin was fast asleep.

Since Chablis took a piece of meat from his hand, his work and rest gradually returned to normal.

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

Now, Gin almost never lets the tasks fall into his own hands, and all the tasks that can be thrown to other members are handed over to others. Even, if he finds that Belmode is in a panic, he will throw some tasks away. past.

Even so... No one under him complained of injustice, except Belmode.

Gin's original subordinates are not only Keel, Cohen, Chianti, etc., but also hundreds of senior peripheral members who need him to personally issue character orders. It can be completed in a whole day, and the spare time in the future can be regarded as a vacation day...

It is their blessing!

Gere even asked him at first if he missed it...

Only Belmode originally came to Japan to enjoy the blessings and do some things by the way, and was forced by Gin to assign a few tasks to his head, so he often sent some weird emails.

If you don't even bring back gin, just send a mass message of "do it well" to deal with it.

...Of course, mission cuts aren't without their downsides.

It's just that the salary is reduced...

Because the 'employees' of the winery grew up on performance, the more tasks, the more bonuses, not including the share of tasks.

Gin's original bonus of tens of millions has shrunk to a pitiful 100 million.

Regarding this point, he has a lot of complaints, such as...

"It's only been two months, right? Why did you give out seven or eight year-end bonuses??"

Gin looked at his pay slip and fell into deep thought.

The year-end bonus seems to come every year, and the monthly bonus is outrageous, there are twelve months in a year...

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

This dream-like day came so blissfully, so suddenly, he was a little caught off guard.

He thought that it wouldn't change much if he didn't have an account for two months...

I didn't expect to spend several years of wages in vain, hundreds of millions...

"Alright, find a time to raise the money for them as activity funds." Gin made a bachelor's decision.

He also took the time to let Noah transfer the free money from Belmode to Xie to help him take care of it. He kept 100 million on his body, and asked for vodka if he needed anything else. He didn't keep a cent of the extra.

After browsing through the salary details that made his heart tremble, Gin started his daily tasks - processing emails and collecting information.

In the past, all these tasks had to be done after running the map, but now it is different:

Without tasks, Gin has a lot of time to deal with these emails.

The organization's database is vast, but not exhaustive...

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

... Cough, of course it is just an analogy, if a member reports this kind of thing, it is estimated that he will be directly thrown to the bottom and start from scratch.

But among the people in charge of Gin, there are some people who send that kind of "ineffective information", and the information of these people comes from the lower-level members, which is equivalent to the high-level members who screened out a wave of information and then sent it to Gin of.

What Gin needs to do is to screen out information that may be useful to the organization and hand it over to the intelligence department.

——As I said before, there is a department in the organization that specializes in intelligence management, and it is generally not easy to appear in front of people.

In terms of organization's intelligence, the Intelligence Department's status is much higher than those in charge of Qin Jiu. If the intelligence can't be counted, it doesn't matter what Qin Jiu said, and it will be sent to the intelligence department for final review.

Effective intelligence is also considered a performance.

Gin Jiu also tried to organize this information management method to be used on the five-star team, but in the end he didn't completely imitate it, but took another path...

"Huh? Disorganized information dealers... this is not bad."

Gin began to carefully sift through the information reported by the subordinate members.

To be honest, this thing is also a brain job...

In the past, he could handle the surge in blood pressure that he could handle just by processing intelligence.

Gin: Thanks Chablis!

……

North base.

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

"...oh god damn it, who's calling me?"

Chablis sniffed, with a gloomy expression.

The lights in the room were very bright, especially a huge 'bulb' next to him that almost blinded his eyes.

"Chablis, God doesn't deserve to die." The bald Graff turned his head and revealed his facial features, "The Lord said that God is omnipotent..."

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

Chablis was quite angry when he got up, and when he heard that Graf was talking about his beliefs again, he almost took off his gloves to fight with the opponent again.

However, the crooked scars on Graff's face seem to prove that he didn't seem to have a good time under Chablis before.

Graff didn't learn a lesson at all, and looked at Chablis piously: "Oh! Chablis, are you finally willing to believe in the Lord with me?"

"Shit! Shout out Grave!"

Chablis uttered a standard London spoken word angrily, and made a gesture to take off his gloves.

Just a person came in from outside the door:
"Chablis, Graff, what are you doing?"

The slightly fierce-looking Ireland came in with two cups of coffee, staring at the two with vigilance——

Can you not be vigilant?
The first time these two met in the base, they destroyed a TV and a computer for him, the sofa was dismantled, and the filling sponge was scattered everywhere...

What is it?
Probably a more serious tragedy than having two pure-blood huskies at home.

Ireland should really be thankful that it is now the age of the Internet, and information can be retrieved from the database at any time as long as there is an Internet... Otherwise, as before, once the computer is gone, the accountability may be very serious.

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

Ireland slammed two cups of coffee down in front of their table, warning in his eyes, "If there is any trouble here again, I'll throw you out! Do you hear me?"

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

To be honest, Ireland's height of nearly two meters is too foul.

But to be honest, Chablis has no pretensions-before Chablis took over Pisque's position, he was equal to Ireland and Graff, and now he doesn't regard himself as a superior.

In a sense, it is easy-going.

"Ireland."

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

This thing seems refreshing, right?Are you sure you won't get more excited the more you drink?

"Didn't you say that tranquilizers are useless to you?"

Ireland squinted, "Let's try it, just in case it's positive and negative."

Chablis took a sip of coffee with a dazed look on his face: "So one multiplied by one equals minus one?"

"The Lord said, one makes one, one makes two..."

"You two shut up!"

Ireland roared unbearably and closed his eyes.

If he stays with these two again, his blood pressure will break two thousand!
(End of this chapter)