Cosma Empire

Colt calmly looked at his capable men standing with their heads lowered against the wall, just like the child in his family who made a mistake at school and came home, with a face of shame.

It is obviously a very simple small task, as long as you keep an eye on one person, both Mr. Colter and this capable subordinate feel that this is really a trivial matter that cannot be simpler, but the problem arises On this little thing.

In the beginning, this capable subordinate—he actually had his own name, Gwen.

Gervin felt that it was too easy to follow a big guy. Even if he was standing in a crowded crowd, he could see the guy who was one head taller than most people walking around in the crowd. He understood what Mr. Colter meant, after all, he was Mr. Colter's capable subordinate. When this stupid guy named Graf brought that kind of highly fruity wine with a very unique taste and it sold out in two days, he knew it was a gold mine.

Mr. Colter, the miner... no, the mine owner.

His task is to keep an eye on Graf, see who he wants to contact, who is his real family, and then find the source of this high-quality fruit wine from his family, and become the sole distributor of Tenell City. . It was a very important task, and Gervin thought that no one else could do it except himself, Mr. Colter's right-hand man.

On the first day, he followed Graff back to the station, then waited outside the station until night, and then followed Graf to the workshop at the station. He squatted in the corner outside the workshop all night, and fell asleep in the middle of the night. Fortunately, he remembered that he still had tasks in his heart, and he was Mr. Colter's capable partner. He got up very early.

He watched the workers come out of the workshop and walk to the station, but Graf was not seen. His heart was already getting cold, and when it was nine o'clock, Graf came out of the workshop yawning, and stood at the door stretching himself, wiping the tears squeezed out from the yawn, and wiping them with eye droppings on his sleeve.

The next day, he watched Graff go to the station and then leave the station with a small man… .

If he hadn't seen Graff go to the bar to find his partner, Mr. Colter, with his own eyes, Gervin might not have believed that this kind of guy who always arrives late and leaves early would be lucky enough to be favored by a supplier. .

For many days Mr. Gervin found nothing, and sometimes Graff did not come out for a day or two, but when he did he seemed to go to the station.

And this time it was even more outrageous. He hadn't seen Graff come out of the workshop for more than ten days. He even wanted to call the police. That guy couldn't be beaten because of conflicts with the workers, a dispute arose, Did you die in it? If he hadn't wanted to see what was going on inside from the window of the workshop, I'm afraid he wouldn't have discovered that this workshop has two doors...

"So, you have stood at the door of the workshop for more than ten days, but you don't know that Graf has left long ago, right?" Mr. Colter whispered as if explaining Gwen's mistake. Wen was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look up. He didn't know that the workshop had two doors, so what if he knew? Ah, so what? He is only one person, how can he see two doors? Although I feel ashamed in my heart, there is still a trace of stubbornness. Anyway, the fault in this matter cannot be attributed to myself.

Facing the silent Gwen, Colt almost laughed out of anger, how could he be so stupid, so stupid that everyone else felt hopeless? He can grow so big must be because he is the illegitimate child of God, right? Otherwise, if this kind of stupidity is placed on ordinary people, they will die long ago.

Fortunately, Mr. Colt's self-cultivation is good. After all, he has received higher education and has always advertised himself as a civilized person, so he picked up the ashtray not to throw anyone away, but to put it in another place.

"Gervin, can you drive?"

Gwen responded.

He can drive. Before becoming Mr. Colt's subordinate, he was a driver for a while. If it wasn't for the steering wheel problem of that car, he wouldn't lose that job, and naturally he wouldn't have the current job. Work.

Mr. Colt nodded with satisfaction, "Very well, people with special skills can always impress people. From tomorrow on, you can drive. That's a very important job. Does the whole bar sell alcohol? , it all depends on your timely transportation. Do you understand?"

Hearing that he was going to take on such an important job, Gervin was very happy. He pursed his lips and nodded vigorously, "I will definitely not disappoint your expectations, sir, I will be the best driver!"

Girvin did think so at this moment, and he did so, and Mr. Colter did, until what happened shortly thereafter. Isn't it just driving a car to pick up and deliver goods? What else can happen? On the streets of Tenell City, if you can see a car passing by in five minutes, it is considered that the traffic is relatively congested!

Mr. Colt waved his hand, "Doing a good job is the greatest support for me. You should go and hand over the work first!"

After seeing off Girvan, Mr. Colter took out a sterling silver pocket watch from his pocket, and opened the cover to reveal his daughter's photo. Feeling warm inexplicably, I fumbled for the photo of my daughter with my thumb, as if she was by my side. Glancing at the time, it was still fifteen minutes before five o'clock, and it was almost time for Graff to arrive.

The reason why I suddenly remembered today that I still have a subordinate named Gervin who is following Graff is because Graff asked him to inform him that the supply will start today, and the wine will be delivered before five o'clock in the evening.

A total of ten boxes, one hundred and twenty bottles, according to what Graf said was ten yuan a bottle, which is 1,200 yuan. Although the payment of 1,200 yuan is a lot, it also means a lot of income. The cost of 1,200 yuan can at least be exchanged for a return of about 800 to 900 yuan. The reason this number is erratic is mostly because of the bartenders. A good bartender will put an extra ice cube in the glass and pour a little less wine at the same time, which saves some, and three bottles can get two more glasses.

And those honest and docile bartenders are very honest....

At five minutes to five, Graff and two boys pushed the door open, and they left ten cases of wine in the corner.

"Is there only so much?" Looking at the ten boxes of one hundred and twenty bottles of wine, Mr. Colt frowned. Of course he knew how popular this kind of wine was. Several customers with stable consumption complained, and one of the regular customers never came again.

Graff may have recently learned to shrug his shoulders, he shrugged and spread his hands, "There are only so many, for some reason I don't understand, basically every bar, every month only has so many mates." goods."

One hundred and twenty bottles seems like a lot, and four bottles can be sold every day, that is, twenty cups. But in fact, it can only be counted as ten glasses, because there are two kinds of wine, so there are only two bottles of each kind of wine, that is, less than ten glasses, so it is counted as ten glasses.

This supply is simply not enough for the guests to enjoy. Some guests have to drink three or four glasses a night, and two or three guests, or even two guests at a table can consume two bottles.

It is of course an honor for Mr. Colt and the Wild Rose Bar that this kind of wine can be loved by the guests, but if it cannot satisfy the needs of all the guests, it will be a troublesome matter.

So, Mr. Colter blurted out, "What if I'm willing to pay a little more? Can you give me someone else's share?"

Graf suddenly smiled and showed two rows of slightly yellow teeth, "If you don't mind spending a little more money, it's not impossible."

The calmness on Mr. Colt's face came back again, and the price was raised as soon as the price was increased. In the end, this part of the money was still paid by the guests. He said with a half-smile, "How much do you want to add?"

"Within fifty boxes, twelve yuan a bottle."

"More than 50 boxes, no more than 100 boxes, 15 yuan a bottle."

"More than 100 boxes, all 18 yuan a bottle!"

Every time Graff quoted a price, Mr. Colter's face darkened. When he heard that more than 100 cases cost 18 yuan a bottle, he wanted to bite Graff. I've seen unscrupulous businessmen, but I haven't seen you who are so mad, why don't you double it? Mr. Colter immediately picked up the pen on the table to write and draw, and finally concluded that if one hundred boxes were to be imported, it would cost 15,960 yuan, and an average bottle would cost more than thirteen yuan. Then no matter how much you buy next, it will cost 18 yuan a bottle.

Bah, profiteer!

Mr. Colter took a deep breath, "Fifty boxes each..." He glanced at the ten boxes on the ground, "Count this!"