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

Chapter 446 What benefits does gin give you?
Today is Sunday and tomorrow is Saturday, which makes sense;
Yesterday's tropical storm, today's cold and snow, is also very reasonable.

When Gin came out of the base and saw the rainy and snowy weather outside, he didn't realize anything at first.

When he got into the car, he remembered:
The typhoon was blowing yesterday in August, and it was snowing today... If you don't look at the date and jump, this situation is definitely a world-class disaster.

With a sigh, Qin Jiu stepped on the accelerator, hummed the tune of two tigers and walked away.

It's just that he seems to have forgotten something on purpose...

The smoke and dust raised by the car exhaust gradually dissipated.

The disheveled Angostella still stretched out his hand in the middle, but he caught nothing...

"Hey! Gin! Did you forget something!"

Angostella raised his voice and yelled at the direction the Porsche left, but he was destined to be unable to stop the car that had gone away, unless he now had a gun in his hand and fired a few shots at the engine or tires.

"Stella, turn left at the front gate and go one kilometer to a road, where we can call a car."

Next to Angostura, Anderberg held a map in his hand to cover his face, avoiding getting his head dusted, and at the same time he found a suitable route for them to leave here.

Angostella was very surprised: "Amber, where did you get the map?"

Underburger looked calm: "Oh, the gin is for you."

"..."

Suddenly, a knife flew past Underberger's cheek without a sound.

Just before the flying knife was about to pass through his hair, Anderberg made a quick move and grabbed the handle of the small flying knife.

but……

There was still a section of pale golden hair that let out a wail, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

Both Anderberg and Angostella were taken aback.

The former was expressionless, with trembling hands, picked up his poor hair from the ground, and looked at his teammates with accusations in his eyes: "Stella...you broke one of my hairs."

Angostella was really surprised how his teammates fought back today. Hearing what Anderberg said, he was speechless: "Hey, you don't really believe what those magic sticks say, Ambu? Do you believe it or not? I'll shave you off." Is it okay to be bald?"

"I'll be fine." Anderberg's expression returned to calm the next moment, his hands stopped shaking, and he broke his teammate's throwing knife, "But you will be haunted by bad luck."

"...You are just superstitious." Angostella rolled her eyes hard, "Also, you pay me for the knife!"

Underburger glanced at him, took out the dry IOU from his pocket, took the pen that gin gave him, and drew a note on the note:
"Your custom-made throwing knife is five hundred pounds, and it counts as your meal."

"...Amb, you were a black merchant in your previous life, right?"

"It's not... Also, I'm not superstitious, you must have choked on your water today." Anderberg corrected.

"Huh?" Angostella sneered, "How is it possible?"

"When you swam to the shore this morning, you drank four mouthfuls of sea water and choked on it."

"...Then why don't they just drink water!!"

Unable to bear it, Angostella took out a pistol and dismantled it subconsciously. Realizing that he was not playing for fun, he hurriedly settled down, stared at his teammates angrily, and kept gesticulating with his grabbing hand: "Say it!" , What benefit did gin give you? It made you dare to fight against me!"

Underburger put away the map and snapped his fingers: "Two lollipops, five pieces of coffee candy, three lemon drops, one bag of potato chips, one bottle of mineral water...a total of five hundred pounds."

"You black businessman!" Angostura's nose was crooked in anger.

How can such broken snacks compare with the value of his throwing knife? !

He stared at the expressionless Anderberger for a while, feeling like he was about to fight...

Suddenly, Angostella put away the gun, with a playful smile on his face: "Amber, next time you help with gin, I will eat you poorly!"

"...Then I'll treat Gin to the guests." Angostella almost choked on Andberg's words, and continued, "Gin is not at fault, you should restrain your hostility towards him."

"Hostile? I don't have any hostility."

Angostella raised the corners of her mouth, and took a step towards the soft snow that had just piled up, "I just see him upset."

"Really?" Anderberg was noncommittal, following behind him indifferently, "Where are you going?"

"Go to those strongholds first, I don't know what the strongholds here in Japan are like."

"I want to remind you."

"Say."

"I have no money with me." Anderberg said very confidently.

Angostura paused: "...Amber, why don't you borrow some gin?"

"Borrowing money is a big favor after all, and it's very troublesome to pay back."

Angostura: "..."

Very well, it seems that before they got the car, they could only go on foot.

A gust of icy wind blew, and Angostura sneezed, "Amb, lead the way...we need to find a place to discuss the mission."

"Travel expenses, five hundred pounds."

"...Black merchant!"

……

Before dark, Gin drove back to the base.

He rarely opened a bottle of 'Gin', and shared his joy with the vodka who was learning Internet technology and Chinese.

When Vodka saw his elder brother who had been separated from him for several months, his heart was full of nostalgia, and he almost pounced on him: "Brother! You are finally back..."

"Ah, yes."

Gin was a little strange: in the past, he ran missions and left the base for several days, but he had never seen vodka so excited?

However, Gin was not entangled, and passed the glass over, "Have a drink."

Good wine is to be shared.

Vodka carefully held the cup in his hand like holding a baby, not willing to drink it: "Brother, what happened? You look very happy..."

"That's not true." Qin Jiu grinned, "Because I was demoted."

And it was much better than expected. The unscrupulous boss seemed to simply not want him to be the leader anymore, rather than completely abolishing him.

On the contrary, it is similar to the kind that leans him to the position of a decentralizer and prepares for retirement.

Vodka: "???"

Being demoted? ?

Is this a good thing?
Vodka didn't understand and was shocked.

Gin celebrated and drank for a while, remembering that he still had business to do, he took off his coat and hat and was still on the sofa: "Vodka, sort out the emails you have dealt with and send them to me, my boss over there See for yourself."

Vodka nodded hurriedly: "Good brother!"

After all, he directly picked up the laptop next to him and started to operate.

Gin glanced at a notebook with his name written on it that had been placed in the public work area at some point, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he chose to go back to his room.

He still prefers desktops.

but……

Not long after Gin entered the room, he immediately came out with a dark face:
"Vodka, how many days have I been gone?"

"Uh... five, five months..."

"..."

What a bad day!

(End of this chapter)