Kingdom’s Bloodline

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Chapter 578 Wine Merchants

Dragon’s blood plan.

Thales frowned, trying hard to forget the discomfort that night.

He looked at Morate who was fascinated, but he couldn’t help thinking of Crown Prince Midier who had never met him.

Unimaginable, the man who is also sitting in a wheelchair, the man who praises both Gilbert, Jines and even Black Prophet, during the talk and laugh, planning strategies have completely changed the rules of the game of the giant dragon country.

But Thales remembered the stone urns in the tomb of the star.

As a Prince, the heir to the kingdom, he failed to save himself.

At this time, at the other end of the interrogation room, the door was pushed open.

Thales came back to his senses: A man in a luxuriously dressed but black hood, with his hands in handcuffs, was rudely escorted in by two burly men and came to Raphael.

“No matter who you are and what you want to do, we can talk about it…”

The men staggered all the way, embarrassed, but still trying to persuade each other.

Unfortunately, the big guys remained unmoved. They rudely pushed the man onto a chair, and then pulled the chain with the handcuffs. The handcuffs were fixed in a ring on the table, but he did not remove his hood.

“Who is that?” Thales asked in a low voice.

But Morate just raised a finger and motioned him to don’t be impatient.

The escort left the interrogation room without looking back, and there was only a tense gasp of a man in the room.

Until Raphael came coldly behind him, he ripped off the black hood of the man in the Chinese suit.

At first glance, the interrogator squinted and turned his head, and it took a minute to get used to it.

He looked towards the only Raphael left in the room.

“Where am I? Who are you?”

Men are middle-aged, with messy hairstyles and bruises on their faces. Obviously, the previous treatment was not good.

“Forget it…”

But seeing the light finally made the man feel calmer. He looked around and cleared his throat:

“But I strongly recommend that you let me go-before things have worsened.”

“My fish is too big for you to eat.”

Raphael didn’t answer, but just sat down opposite each minding their own business, a pair of red eyes staring coldly at each other.

The man pu chi smiled, pulling the shackles on his hand, driving the chain to ring

“Ha, it’s quite like that…”

“Say buddy, is it Blood Bottle Gang or brother?”

Thales looked towards Black Prophet doubtfully, but the latter was unperturbed and seemed not interested in the interrogation.

Although the description is embarrassing, the trialee seems to have gradually recovered his temper.

“Blood Bottle Gang, Catherine and I are old friends, we are Old Acquaintance when we are in the South Bank, not ordinary ‘cooked’, hehe…”

Raphael is still silent.

The man’s smile is slightly restrained.

“If you are a brother, you will…”

The examinee leaned back in his chair and shook his head:

“That would be better.”

“I know Qincha, it’s an experienced good guy. There’s also’Wolf Head’ Razanchi, I knew him when he was still selling goods on the street, and almost got a partnership. Fat Morris also has business dealings with me …”

But the boneless people seem to make up their minds not to speak, but only a pair of eyes forced to stare at each other.

“If neither is…”

The man was thinking, his face changed again.

“That’s specifically for me.”

The examinee left the back of the chair and looked at Raphael’s eyes seriously:

“Who is your employer?”

“Let me guess: Fragrant Chamber of Commerce? Carpenter’s Union? Or some misunderstood nobleman? Or is it an unsightly country little fellow?”

But what the man thought, his eyes moved:

“I am understood.”

“Is you guys hired by those mud legs?”

He leaned back in his chair and grunted.

“They thought it would be okay… Okay, listen, the group of people who hired you are so poor that no matter how much money they give, one hundred or two hundred, one thousand or two thousand, I give Double.”

The man lifted his hands freely, and shook shackles to Raphael.

Raphael remains unmoved.

Man wrinkled frowned:

“If you are not doing this for money, for example, for human affection, or you are their relative, listen to me to persuade: not worth it, you helped them, but you put yourself in …”

Although the situation is terrible, men’s words have a habitual attitude.

“No.” Raphael interrupted him with a bad tone:

“We are not gangsters robbing, nor are other people seeking revenge, nor are we using money to eliminate disasters.”

The boneless man pressed the table and leaned forward, forcing the examinee:

“We serve the kingdom.”

Unexpectedly, the interviewee froze for a moment.

“Serve the Kingdom…”

The man meditated several times, and then he laughed loudly.

“People in the public?”

“Good, you may not know it, but I am the most law-abiding citizen of the Kingdom and a big taxpayer.”

“So where is this? Which security office? Are you a plain-clothes police officer? How do you call it? Where do you serve?”

He slacked off and looked at Raphael with his head tilted, harboring malicious intentions said with a smile:

“The most important thing is, who is your boss?”

Raphael expressionless:

“You will not want to see my boss.”

Outside of the glass, Thales unable to bear glanced at Morate.

The man narrowed his eyes, and his eyes shrewd:

“Oh, you can’t tell for sure.”

Raphael twitched his mouth, and each minding their own business opened a stack of documents from the table:

“Your name?”

After knowing the other party’s origin, the man became very comfortable, with a lot of laziness, and did not care about the problem of the boneless:

“And I have a lot of friends in the police department, many great characters, the director of the real power of the West City Police Department, Lord Lorbec Deira…”

Raphael sighed.

The boneless man closed the files silently, took them off the table in an orderly manner, and then increased the volume and repeated it again:

“Name?”

The man shook his head:

“I am also the honorary director of the Central Wine Merchants Association…”

In the next second, Raphael’s left hand turns into an afterimage!

He grabbed the chain that handcuffed the man to the table and returned his hand.

Bang!

The examinee apparently had a long time of devotion and comfort. When he was unresponsive, he was ripped off his seat. His waist hit the edge of the table, and then his nose fiercely hit the table.

The man was so painful that wu wu yelled, bloody nose.

He wanted to get up and raised his head, but Raphael clutched his hair on the back of his head and was pressed on the table.

“Name.”

Raphael smiled lightly.

The man on the table is struggling, his expression twisted and exasperated:

“You damn little–“

Raphael grabbed the man’s head and pointed his nose at the table.

Bang!

The man shivered and gritted his teeth.

“Name.”

Raphael’s smile is still the same.

The man’s face was bright red, and Sisi was flowing, but he was more than expected:

“I know this set of procedures, starting with simple questions, to make prisoners accustomed to answer…”

Without waiting for him to finish, Raphael turned hard on his hand and turned the man’s head, pressing the bleeding nose of the interrogator against the tabletop and rolling it back and forth.

The man screamed hoarsely like a pig.

The Thales wrinkled frowned observing all this, the Black Prophet on one side laughed low, and the black veined vines that caused the knees to tremble.

Raphael’s next sentence is casually, like a lover’s whisper:

“Last name…first name…”

But the other party is different.

“Oh fuck fuck-Moss! Moss!”

Under the pain, the man cursed and answered very happily:

“Dagori Moss!”

He groaned in protest:

“Please! Please take your life so seriously, why did you get overtime pay!”

Raphael’s mouth twitched slightly, and the boneless man at that moment looked wicked.

When he let go of his hand, the interrogator named Dagory was able to sit back in his seat, covering his nose, sighing and gasping, indignant:

“Fuck! Damn it!”

Raphael got the documents back, but he looked at the sticky thing on the table where the bloody tears were mixed, wrinkled frowned.

He moved the stool, and finally put the file in the corner of the desktop:

“Are you doing and so on?”

Dagori covered his nose while staring fiercely fiercely:

“Are you doing and so on! Are you new temporary workers? Hey, wait—”

Dagori face changed, and quickly stopped Raphael, who was pulling the chain again.

“Answer me,” Huang Guren smiled very cheerfully and shook the chain halfway:

“Or answer it.”

Dagori looked at Raphael seriously, and finally confirmed his eyes.

“Wine.”

Exhales one breath saying as the accused admits his life, and answers happily.

“I’m a wine merchant, I make wine, and sell wine-in Wangdu selling wine, many customers are daguan aristocrats…”

Dagori swallowed his throat, keeping his eyes on the chain in Raphael’s hand:

“You know, buddy, over-authorization and abuse of lynching, this is usually nothing, but if someone wants to engage you from within, this is a good reason to expel public office…”

“This guy is an old and cunning businessman, but I don’t understand, why should I come to see this?”

“Relax, sire,” Morate raised his finger and pressed his lips, softly:

“Some things are small, but they can be seen as small, while some roles are small, but they can reach all directions.”

Thales startled.

At the other end of the room, Raphael slightly smiled:

“So, Mr. Moss, do you know why they sue you?”

“Why?”

Dagori seems to have recovered his confidence:

“You know, the wine market has not been prosperous recently, and the sales have been poor. My capital turnover is a bit bad. Due to the cost, I have to transfer the industry and make a difficult choice—closing some wineries. This is just one of them. “

Raphael’s eyes narrowed:

“Really?”

Dagori seems to have not heard Raphael’s suspicions, and still talks happily:

“In the process, a few employees and I may have some small differences on the issue of salary payment…”

Raphael coldly smiled:

“So, you owe long-term credit to your subordinate’s wages, and even the money owed to the partners, including the purchase money and security deposits for the upstream and downstream parties, which are not usually squeezing deductions, so it’s the case?”

Dagori’s expression was cold.

He stared at the chain clutched in Raphael’s hand while cautiously explaining patiently:

“Arrears? Listen, I admit that the calculation method of money includes a time limit, I am a little changed…”

Raphael interrupted him:

“So you have to spend money to run?”

Dagori wrinkled frowned, with a strict righteousness:

“Run? Hey, I’m just going out for a vacation—I’m saying that no matter who comes, you don’t want to illegally confess confessions.”

Raphael scorned:

“But the people you owe money to, especially the workers, don’t think so.”

Dagori looked at Raphael with a frown, and said seriously:

“Look, I bear the cost, creativity, and way. They put out their labor, craftsmanship, and time. Boss and employees work together to work together to produce the best wine and moved towards a goal.”

“So the business of the winery is not just mine, but everyone’s, we are like a family.”

“When the family has experienced setbacks and hardships, everyone in the family should be considerate of each other and overcome the difficulties together!”

He glared at the beads and tapped the table with his fingers, as if to give a lesson to the person in front of him:

“But some people just don’t understand, they have a small capacity and no big picture, they can’t eat even a little bit of hardship, just because their salary is less and their lives are a little bit uncomfortable, they fall out to become hostile and don’t care about me Provide them with opportunities and conditions.”

Raphael ordered nodded, twitched his lips:

“But you are Boss, this is your winery.”

“Yes!” Dagori said sadly:

“So I can see the truth of this business more than they do, they care about the future of this business more than they do, they are more distressed by the depression of the wine industry than they are, because I am like a father to them!”

Raphael glanced at the document:

“But you closed the winery.”

Dago was sullen inside, and then hummed:

“No way, the family is warm and father tries harder, if the children are rebellious, disobedient and sensible, they will always do nothing.”

“And you know, some people, they are…”

What the wine merchant looks like when the hate iron for not becoming steel:

“I shut down the winery, 90% of them were caused by such delicious lazy workers to raise their wages.”

“This kind of person is simply a cancer of the industry and has short-sightedness. I simply don’t know that the most important thing about a job is not salary and treatment, but rising space and development prospects, including exercise value!”

Dagori looks very angry:

“They don’t understand how to look at the problem from higher compulsion. If you are a Boss, when do you care about your salary…”

“Noisy, they know it, but why don’t they think about it when they are troubled, what if the winery is closed down by them? What if the whole industry is broken up by them? when the time comes bad luck , Who pays for it, isn’t it themselves?”

Dagori was tired, and paused.

He exhaled from his nose with regret:

“Now, I can only say that they have only oneself to blame, begging for benevolence.”

“Enough is enough,” Raphael apparently bothered him:

“We don’t care about your business.”

The boneless man leaned forward and his tone was indifferent:

“Not even care if you are another shameless and unscrupulous boss.”

“We only care about one thing.”

Dagori exhales one breath saying, with a “finally coming” look on his face, coldly smiled.

“Okay, let’s just say it,” the wine merchant said contemptfully:

“How many indicators did you give above?”

“How much and how much money can I let go?”

Raphael stared at him, his eyes cold.

He said icily:

“I want to know, the real reason why you shut down the winery and quit the wine industry.”

Dagori’s doubts:

“What, what?”

Rafael sneaked:

“Before Guan Zhang, you said at a private gathering of the Wine Merchants Association that the future wine industry has no future?”

“So I would rather withdraw my funds earlier and run away?”

Dagori first face changed, then did not get upset:

“I’m not running, I’m just going abroad on vacation…”

But Raphael repeated without emotion:

“Answer me.”

Dagori was stunned for a long time, but he finally shook his head.

“I have said all the answers you want… And to be honest, you are suspected of illegal torture…”

Rafael laughed, face doesn’t change and open the next document:

“In fact, I have a list of bad debts that you have demolished the east wall to fill the west wall, borrowed around, and accumulated.”

Dagori’s expression changed.

Raphael observed the other party’s watch while continuing:

“And your property list outside of the wine business: six centrally led real estates, two voyage merchant ships anchored in Maidenport, large plantations led on the south bank, and salt yards on the cliff land, A large field of blades, two foreign knights bought for a lot of money, your wife’s private garden, the positions of your two sons, including the assets of your three mistresses and eight other illegitimate child girls…”

Looking at Daggery’s complexion, Raphael narrowed her eyes:

“If I send them to the Finance and Taxation Office and the Judiciary…”

Dagori swallowed his throat, but he still said very hard:

“Then go.”

Raphael frowned.

Dagori left the back of the chair, reached the table, and gritted his teeth:

“I dare to guarantee that no matter where you are, you can only get one answer: that is my legal income, complete formalities, and clear and clear property rights.”

“If you dare to use the public authority of the king’s officials to blackmail and blackmail, illegally embezzle private property, and do such a vicious thing against a powerless civilian businessman?”

“Wow, this is a big crime, and it is contrary to the Kingdom’s policy of encouraging markets and supporting business for more than a decade.”

The wine merchant stared fiercely fiercely at Raphael, as if to return the hatred that broke his nose:

“This news is not good to hear. In my capacity, I guarantee that many Chamber of Commerce will be invited to protest, including a lot of just and enlightened bureaucrats and nobles, and powerful people everywhere, they will all speak up.”

“At that time, your boss didn’t want to see me.”

Dagori is threatening:

“Because you don’t move me, but the cheese of many great characters behind you.”

“Do you understand?”

“Now, whether it is a labor dispute or a tax issue, you have no reason to detain me.”

Raphael closed the file in his hand and started to look at Dagory again, it seemed that for the first time he realized the difficulty of this character.

The latter looked back at him coldly, shaking his shackles.

After a few seconds, Raphael smiled.

His appearance is handsome, this smile is warm and bright, and it makes people feel good.

The boneless man stood up, took out the key, and opened the shackles for Dagori almost flatteringly:

“Please be relieved, Mr. Moss, these evidences will not be sent to the taxation hall or the courtroom, and we don’t want the people behind you to be bothered.”

Seeing that strategy has worked, Daggeri, who is free from shackles, has a happy expression and is more accentuated:

“Very well, in my opinion, you are young and have a promising future, or are you a promising back wave-how do you call it?”

But Raphael did not answer, he just continued the topic just now:

“I will only pack these materials and send them to the Emerald City.”

Dagori was surprised:

“What?”

Raphael’s smile is like spring wind transform to rain:

“Yes, sent to Iris Castle, sent to the ruler of the South Bank leader, on the desk of Duke Zayen Covendier.”

“How?”

(End of this chapter)