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

Chapter 272 Large Snack Trading Scene at the Black Party

Everyone in the bar turned their eyes to the door.

I saw a bald head wearing a godfather costume who walked in first, carrying a stereo and a laptop computer, and a hymn was constantly playing from the speaker.

Then the blond-haired middle-aged man who came in pointed at him cursingly, "Graf! You'd better turn off the stereo!"

Another tall, blond man behind him grabbed one of his arms with a look of lovelessness to prevent him from rushing up suddenly.

—Ireland felt that she might die.

Think about it, at such a grand gathering with so many people, his colleague came to preach with a stereo, and his current boss wanted to dissuade him violently because he was dissatisfied with the other party's behavior, but he finally stopped him...

This is probably the case.

Ireland looked up at the ceiling for a while, before he could hold back the emotion of being hopeless, and looked straight ahead.

However, seeing this, he was taken aback:

In front of them, only Gin and Vodka were sitting on the seats. Among them, under his gaze, Gin calmly took out a package of something and threw it on the back table, and then looked at them:

"You guys are late... half an hour."

……

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

Kiel traded snacks with an expression of "I don't know anything". Based on the original red bean cake, candy, jelly, potato chips, biscuits, diced meat... a series of dazzling foods have been produced She passed it on, and then passed it on to others.

Clarett even used Grappa's untouched red bean cakes as a trading item, and managed to get some of everything.

Belmode relied on his own skills to intercept in the air, intercepted the gin in the middle and threw the snacks, and then distributed all the snacks...

Chianti and Cohen stared at the biscuits and jelly like wolves and tigers, and finally got half of the biscuit jelly for the price of six red bean cakes...

Vodka was the luckiest, because as long as Gin took out anything, it would definitely give him one first, so he was prevented from entering the trading scene together.

However, the arrival of Graff, Chablis and Ireland only stopped the trading on the spot for a moment, and then it started to be lively again, no matter how loud Graff's stereo was, it was useless.

This 'grand' snack trade fair managed to divert Chablis' anger towards Graff.

When he saw those snacks, he knew who they were. His eyes lit up immediately:

"Oh! Gin, my friend, you are so dishonest that you eat alone while I'm away!"

"Where the hell did you see me eating solo food!"

Gin's face turned black in an instant - he obviously sent out most of the stored food, okay?

He touched his pockets, which were left with only hard bombs, pistols, swing sticks, hooks, wires, and a series of crime tools, and his heart was full of sadness.

I feel that the food stock I bought a few days ago is not enough to eat at all...

"I see with both eyes."

Xia Bu used his strength to break away from Ireland's 'claw', and rushed to the transaction site excitedly:
"Hey! Beautiful ladies... oh, and this gentleman, do you mind if I share your food?"

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

"Who said, I have lemon candy here..."

Gin: "..."

So Chabli didn't eat his lemon candy last time and has been thinking about it until now?

Gin has complicated eyes.

With Chablis on board, the snack fair is in full swing with 'Hallelujah' in the background.

Ireland didn't know how to feel for a while, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he planned to drag Graff to sit down on the empty seat.

But Graf suddenly threw the stereo and computer on the ground, took out the cross, and looked devout:
"The Lord said that food is the most important thing for the people..."

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

As for the trade item, he directly snatched Chablis' lemon candy, causing the two of them to almost fight...

Ireland:"……"

He swore it wasn't 'the Lord' who said that.

No, no, that's not the point!

Ireland's forehead jumped a few times, and he decisively unplugged the connection cable between the stereo and the computer.

'Hallelujah' no longer rings, but the deal goes on.

"……sit down."

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

"……it is good."

Ireland looked a bit complicated, nodded slightly, ignored the farce on the other side, found an empty seat and sat down, ordered a glass for himself as usual, and ordered another glass of Chablis and Graff by the way...

The snack trading conference lasted until almost eleven o'clock.

The piles of remains of snacks were taken away by the attendants, and the table was still tidy.

but……

With a candy in his mouth, Chablis sat opposite Gin and said in a vague voice, "Gin, you don't seem to be eating this?"

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

Gin looked at this very familiar thing, touched his pocket, and silently took the thing from Chabli's hand:
"Bomb, I got it wrong."

"... my friend, you don't put bombs and snacks together?"

"Wrapped outside as a cushion."

Chablis: "..."

No wonder he always smelled gunpowder just now.

Others eating snacks: "..."

Suddenly the food in my mouth is not fragrant.

After the snack trade fair, dullness resumed in the bar.

Chablis, Belmode, and gin sat at a table... oh, and a vodka.

Seven people including Ireland, Graff, Clarett, and Keir sat in a small circle around them.

There was only their own wine glass left in front of everyone, but no one moved.

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

"Qin Jiu, I remember you still have two subordinates, right? Why didn't you see anyone?"

Gin glanced at him lightly, "Tequila is active outside Tokyo, and Pino is in charge of monitoring outside... To be honest, I remember that you also have several subordinates."

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

Gin raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then let out a low sneer.

How boring is this guy really? Is it interesting to test him?Anyway, I can't try it out.

"Let's get down to business." Belmode held his chin and looked at Chablis with a little tiredness. "I asked everyone to gather here at night. What are you going to do? You must know that those fish are still staring at Chablis. with us."

"Take it easy, Miss Belmode."

Chablis showed a very gentlemanly smile to Belmod, "The Lord hasn't arrived yet, so I'm afraid we can't talk about business... But I do have some important things."

"Don't be silly."

Gin raised his eyelids, his expression slightly cold.

(End of this chapter)