Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

"Hey, this necklace is custom-made and worth a lot of money, three months' salary of mine. I can't bear to get rid of it. At worst, I won't wear it anymore and just put it in the jewelry box to appreciate it."

Liqueur was dealing with these items from the past. He was reluctant to throw away this or that. Not everyone in the organization could afford a vintage Porsche like Gin.

There are also poor people like her who only receive a fixed salary and bonus.

"I really don't know if Mao Lilan's brain has been pierced by the horns on her head. Why is such a rich dog owner keeping up with the pace and having a relationship with a poor guy like Kudo Shinichi? It's almost like talking about brains."

Liqueur's fingers picked up a necklace full of gemstones and he muttered to himself, "Does Kudo Shinichi have six-pack abs? Can he stand on one leg for three hours without falling? Or can he speak sweet words to help people solve their problems like a gigolo."

"Not as handsome as gin, not as bad as Binga, and probably not as stamina as vodka. I'm nothing, tui!"

Boom boom boom!

There was a loud kicking sound outside the door.

"Who is it?!" Liqueur put away the sweet little darlings that he had earned with his sincerity, and went to open the door slowly.

When I opened the door, I saw Binga standing impatiently at the door, with a few boxes at his feet. "What are you dawdling about in broad daylight? Aren't you going to deal with this pile of junk and save it for the New Year?"

"What rubbish? This is the extra money I earned with my most sincere friendship. People like you who have the skills and abilities don't understand how poor we, the lower class, are!"

Liqueur pulled the box to the entrance, motioned for Binga to feel free, then took out the items one by one and placed them on the living room floor in order.

Binga strode into the living room, glanced at the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and got himself a bottle of sparkling water, then sat on the sofa and glanced at the liqueur with disdain.

"Hey, you've been reselling the organization's electronic equipment a lot!"

"Am I that kind of person? I made them for bosses to show off. I can't just give out the organization's stuff. Don't talk nonsense."

Liqueur flatly denied it and said that it was something that could only be done in private and not be made public.

"Tsk, that's enough. You won't get a dime more for pretending to be poor here. Your commission is in rum."

Binga remembered something serious, cleared his throat, and said, "Um...I need a laptop."

"Laptop? Didn't you apply to the organization to customize a laptop a few months ago?"

Liqueurs are electronic devices. All the mobile phones in the organization have to go through their department. As for things like computers, there is no need to replace them for ten or eight years unless they explode or have to be destroyed.

"Gin drank too much and ate my laptop..." Binga looked at everything but the liqueur. Anyway, that was the reason. If he had the guts, he could go and ask Gin if he ate the laptop.

Liqueur: ??? Is this human language?

Gin ate your computer?

It would be more believable if you said you smashed the computer.

Binga rubbed his eyes. The point was that he needed a new computer. As for the reason for the application...

unimportant!

There is no need to explain that he accidentally crushed it while playing with Gin.

Well, crushed!

It's not broken by kneeling.

"Great, my brother." Liqueur gave a thumbs up. She felt that the organization's somewhat famous wine would do things to an outrageous degree that she, a normal wine, could not imagine. "Do you want the organization to customize it, or I will customize it privately, with technical package, just a small amount of money..."

"I'll apply directly if I find the organization. Why would I come to you with a bunch of junk? Fifty thousand dollars, but I want the organization's best equipment."

Upon hearing this amount, Liqueur immediately became excited. As long as the money was in place, he could even get the computer parts that Boss wanted.

"OK, brother, you are my real brother, don't worry, even if the organization doesn't have it, I will replicate it for you 1:1."

Binga thought about it and felt a little painful because he couldn't pay for it himself.

Since the software is being developed for the boss, the money has to be paid by the boss.

So, he took out his cell phone and sent an email to Karasuma Renya, explaining that his current computer could not support the software development and he needed to replace the computer, which was a bit expensive, costing $100,000.

After finishing acupuncture, Uraemon Renye saw Binga's email. Jiang Xiaobai happened to be there. He felt that this was an opportunity to make a fortune. He rolled his eyes and considerately covered Uraemon Renye with a blanket.

"Boss, you can't overwork yourself. This work will never be finished."

"Well, Binga is applying for funds to replace his computer. Why bother sending an email for such a thing? I still have to deal with such a small matter. Cough cough cough cough, really."

Karasuma Renya was very dissatisfied with this. In his eyes, this was not a big deal at all. Why did they have to trouble him? What was he supposed to do?

"Hey, you know how stingy Rum is. He needs invoices for everything he does. I heard that Binga came back with invoices from his five years of undercover work and slapped him in the face. Some of the invoices didn't match, but he refused to reimburse him. And if this electronic product can't keep up, it will affect his work."

Jiang Xiaobai spoke righteously and sternly, but in his heart he had already started to think about how much benefits he could get for himself.

"Besides, every project developed by Binga has brought technological breakthroughs to the organization. He is just a young man with a weird personality. He always gets angry when he disagrees with his seniors. But our organization is at the top of technology by being ahead of others."

Karasuma Renye rubbed his brows and felt that it made sense. As long as he could achieve results, he would give him money, power, and sex. He opened his computer and transferred 200,000 dollars to Binga.

"Yeah, you are. Rum is taking it too seriously."

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes widened when he saw this, and he immediately took out his cell phone to send a message to Binga.

[Quick, transfer 50,000 dollars to me, and we can continue to cooperate next time. ——Jiang Xiaobai]

Binga was stunned when he received the $200,000. But when he saw Jiang Xiaobai's message, the corners of his mouth twitched. He immediately transferred $50,000 to her, saying that he would be happy to cooperate with her next time.

Then he happily transferred 50,000 dollars to liqueur and made 100,000 dollars for himself.

"Brother, it's great. From now on you are my real brother. I will work overtime today. In three days, no, two days, I will give you a brand new laptop."

Liqueur was so happy that she was flying, but if her miserable colleagues knew about this, they would be really upset.

When she gets back, she'll say that a codenamed member with A-level clearance threatened her and used all the best parts.

She is not the only one who is taking advantage of the organization. As long as it is not excessive, it is okay.

Anyway, they have all done private work for the code-named members of the organization.

"By the way, brother, are you going to deal with Mao Lilan? You don't know how unfair it is for me to be exposed." Liqueur put away the things and complained angrily: "It turned out that Mao Lilan never took the initiative to go to the Suzuki family. I almost fainted when I heard this. Aren't they best friends?"

"I never took the initiative to go to Suzuki's house, and there was no such thing in the intelligence. I was so good at acting that I even believed it myself."