Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 446: What benefits did Gin give you?
Today is Sunday and tomorrow is Saturday, which makes sense;
There was a tropical storm yesterday and a cold wave with snow today, which makes sense.

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

When he got in the car, he remembered:
There was a typhoon yesterday in August, and it's snowing today... If I hadn't jumped ahead by looking at the date, this situation would definitely be a world-class disaster.

With a sigh, Gin stepped on the accelerator, humming the tune of Two Tigers and drove away.

It's like he deliberately forgot something...

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

Angostura, who was covered in dust, stretched out his hand, but caught nothing...

"Hey! Gin! Have you forgotten something?!"

Angostura shouted in the direction the Porsche was leaving, but he was doomed to be unable to stop the car that had already gone away, unless he had a gun in his hand and shot a few shots at the engine or the tires.

"Stella, turn left from the front gate and go one kilometer ahead. There is a main road. We can call a taxi there."

Next to Angostra, Anderburg held a map in his hand to cover his face to avoid getting covered in dust. At the same time, he found a suitable route for them to leave here.

Angostura was very surprised: "Ambu, where did you get the map?"

Anderburgh said calmly, "Oh, Gin gave it to me."

"..."

Suddenly, a small knife flew past Anderburg's cheek silently.

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

but……

There was still a small section of light golden hair that let out a wail and fell weakly to the ground.

Anderburg and Angostura were both stunned.

The former had a blank expression on his face and trembling hands as he picked up his poor hair from the ground. He looked at his teammate with accusations in his eyes: "Stella...you broke a hair of mine."

Angostura was really confused as to why his teammates fought back today. After hearing what Anderborg said, he was speechless: "Hey, you don't really believe what those charlatans say, do you, Anbu? Do you believe that I can shave your head and it won't be a problem?"

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

"...You are just superstitious." Angostura rolled his eyes. "Also, you have to pay for the knife!"

Underburger glanced at him, took out the finally dry IOU from his pocket, and made a mark on the list with the pen Gin gave him:
"Your custom-made throwing knife cost five hundred pounds, which is your meal money."

"...Anbu, you were a black marketeer in your previous life, right?"

"Not really...and, I'm not superstitious. You must have choked when you drank the water today." Anderburg corrected.

"Huh?" Angostura sneered. "How is that possible?"

"You choked after taking four gulps of seawater when you swam to shore this morning."

"...Then it's not called drinking water!!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Angostura pulled out a pistol and subconsciously dismantled it. Realizing that he was not playing for fun, he hurriedly put it away, staring at his teammates angrily, gesturing with his pistol: "Tell me, what benefits did Gin give you that made you dare to go against me!"

Anderburgh put away the map and counted on his fingers: "Two lollipops, five coffee candies, three lemon candies, a bag of potato chips, a bottle of mineral water... a total of five hundred pounds."

"You're a black businessman!" Angostura was so angry that his nose was crooked.

How can such a small snack be compared with the value of his flying knife? !

He stared at the expressionless Anderburg for a long time, and it felt like a fight was about to break out...

Suddenly, Angostura put away his gun, with a playful smile on his face: "Ambu, if you help Gin again next time, I will bankrupt you!"

"...Then I'll let Gin treat us." Anderburger's words almost choked Angostura, and he continued, "Gin did nothing wrong. You should be less hostile to him."

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

Angostura raised the corner of his mouth and took a step towards the soft snow that had just accumulated. "I just don't like him."

"Really?" Anderburger didn't comment and followed him indifferently, "Where to?" "Let's go to those strongholds first. I don't know what the strongholds here in Japan are like."

"I want to remind you."

"explain."

"I have no money on me." Anderburg said very confidently.

Angostura paused: "...Ambu, why don't you borrow some from Gin?"

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

Angostura: "..."

Great, it looks like they’ll have to hike until they get a car.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Angostura sneezed, "Anbu, lead the way... We need to find a place to discuss the mission."

"Guide fee, five hundred pounds."

“…Black business!”

……

Before dark, Gin drove back to the base.

He opened a bottle of 'Gin' which was a rare occasion for him, and shared his joy with Vodka, who was diligently studying Internet technology and Chinese.

When Vodka saw his elder brother whom he had not seen for several months, he was filled with longing and almost rushed over to him: "Brother! You are finally back..."

"Ah, yes."

Gin was a little puzzled: In the past, when he had to leave the base for several days on missions, he had never seen Vodka so excited?

However, Gin didn't hesitate and handed the glass over, "Have a drink."

Good wine is meant to be shared.

Vodka held the cup carefully in his hand as if it were a treasure, and was reluctant to drink it: "Brother, what happened? You look very happy..."

"That's not the case." Gin grinned, "Because I was demoted."

And it was much better than expected. It seemed that the unscrupulous boss simply didn't want him to be the leader anymore, rather than completely destroying him.

Instead, it is more like pushing him towards the position of a decentralizer and preparing for his retirement.

Vodka: "???"

Was, was demoted? ?

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

Gin drank some wine to celebrate, then remembered that he still had work to do, so he took off his coat and hat and threw them on the sofa: "Vodka, sort out the emails you've been dealing with and send them to me. I'll take a look at the ones on the boss's end myself."

Vodka nodded hurriedly: "Okay, big brother!"

After saying that, he directly picked up the laptop next to him and started operating it.

Gin glanced at the notebook with his name on it that had been placed in the public work area at some point in time, curled his lips, and decided to go back to his room.

He still prefers desktop computers.

but……

Gin had just entered the room for a while when he immediately came out with a gloomy face:
"Vodka, how many days have I been gone?"

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

"..."

What a miserable day!

(End of this chapter)