Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 110 I am afraid of ghosts, but ghosts did not hurt me
"Crooked? Dad, I've dumped that Cowherd's shop!" After Fu Jiang went downstairs, Wen Tai happily reported.

"Trash." A dissatisfied voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Don't say that, I'm not saving you money, don't you think about it, this kind of club or something, the big names are all on the Sumiyoshi Club, we can't win this fight with them.

"Look at the Inagawa Club, they are very good at numbers, and they don't want to interfere like us." Wentai said dissatisfied.

"It's a matter of face." The other end of the phone sighed, "You left the Cowherd's shop to that organization that came to help you?"

"Ang, yes, but I don't cheat them. If there are losses in the past few months, I will make up for them. After a while. Hehe, it's not my fault for poor management?"

The smile on Mrs. Wen's face was very bright.

"Heh, maybe they can manage it well, unlike you, a useless waste." The man mocked very coldly.

"Take the lead to manage?" Mrs. Wen curled her lips in a sigh.

"We don't have all the big names here, and we can't compete with each other, and lowering the quality of drinks can't lower Niulang's income.

"Otherwise some of his subordinates will have to run away. In this situation, can he still conjure up a top-notch cowherd to lead him?"

The conversation continued, and Fu Jiang went downstairs to find a cowherd and asked about their income. It was the one he saw in front of the toilet before.

"How much is your income?" Fu Jiang asked coldly.

"Every month, it's about two or three million, not much." The blond cowherd looked sad.

so much?Fu Jiang's eyes lit up.

Excluding the wages and judging from the wine commission, the income brought to the store by this cowboy alone exceeds 100 million per month, right?
There are a dozen or so cowherds, so the monthly income is tens of millions, which is almost as high as Cheng Shi's annual income, and doctors have a very high social status in Japan.

One year, that's hundreds of millions of yen
He, Fu Jiang Hehuan, has finally taken a firm step towards a peaceful life!
Thinking of this, Fu Jiang nodded in satisfaction. This small shop is pleasing to the eye.

"That." The blond cowherd has a good sense of Fu Jiang, and couldn't help reminding in a low voice: "Are you sure you want to take over? This place loses tens of millions every year."

……

Bang, the office door was kicked open, Fu Jiang stepped forward and grabbed Wen Tai by the collar and lifted him up.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Wen Tai yelled before he could hang up the phone.

"This store is losing money." Fu Jiang's voice was cold, and he looked straight at him.

Seeing Wentai all the time feels hairy all over his body.

"Yes, yes, it is a loss for the time being." He added an accent on the word "temporary".

"You slipped a money-losing cowherd's shop into my name, and you're my reward for helping you." Fu Jiang's tone remained unchanged, and the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Although, even so, I will pay you for the money lost, and it's not my fault, it has nothing to do with me.

"It's your man, that burly man in black and sunglasses, he talked with me.

"As soon as he heard that it was a Niulang's shop, he said, 'Niulang's shop is good, this can make money', and then he asked for this as a reward, so he negotiated with me."

Vodka, I hate your father, I will fuck you within three days!The ashes are all for you!
Fu Jiang seemed to have lost all strength in his whole body. He let go of his hand and let Wen Tai fall into the sofa.

He took a few steps back as if he had lost his soul, lowered his head, and stared at the ground with murderous eyes.

All TM blame Sumiyoshikai.

If it hadn't been for a small boss in the Sumiyoshi Society who didn't have long-sightedness to intercept his mission, Kashasa would not have died, and Gin would not have hated the Sumiyoshi Society.

He would not be able to get the 500 million. Without the 500 million, he would not feel that the villa is at his fingertips and go to perform the task for a week.

And without that villa, Fu Jiang would not drive there, so naturally there would be no car accident.

Because of this, he won't get so much money through the Four Wells consortium, and then hand it over to vodka to buy a car.

Without Rolls-Royce, Tomie would not be eager to ask for the task, and Gin would not send him the pit-competition task against Sumiyoshikai.

Therefore, the source of all this lies in Sumiyoshikai!

At this time, Fu Jiang suddenly realized that everything was doomed so long ago.

He shouldn't have picked up the cash box, he should have let it disappear into the sea of ​​fire along with the bodies of the members of the Sumiyoshi Society.

But he picked up the box, and the gears turned accordingly. All the financial burdens of today are all because of the blood earned that day.

"So... there is such a thing?" Fu Jiang rubbed his forehead in disbelief.

He felt that he was arranged clearly!
It should not be the god of death. The god of death never makes people lose money, but only makes people lose their lives.

Nor is it an angel, the angel is to protect him from the persecution of death.

Who would that be?Who else is in this Ke Xue world! ?
He just doesn't want to eat soft food, and wants to develop a little bit and make a little bit of money by relying on his own strength.

Is it wrong to finally have the key to a peaceful life?Why is it so difficult?
Is he destined to eat soft food, or is he destined to live a life that will never be peaceful?

"Ahem." Waking up Fu Jiang who lost his soul, Mrs. Wen raised the phone, "My father said he wanted to talk to you."

Fu Jiang glanced at him and answered the phone.

"Grabah, I've heard of you for a long time."

?

how?You also know about the incident where my mistress chopped off my head?
This should be just a courtesy.

"Have heard of your name for a long time? This will be troublesome."

Unexpectedly, Fu Jiang was so ignorant of politeness, the other end of the phone was silent for a while.

"Thank you for helping my useless dog."

"I don't want thanks, I just want benefits." Fu Jiang replied.

"Fresh, you want benefits, of course I will give you benefits." The other end of the phone smiled for a while, "In two days, I will go to Kabukicho to meet you."

After the chat, Fu Jiang hung up the phone and threw the phone back to Mrs. Wen.

He sat on the sofa with his head down, thinking about his gloomy future.

A luxury villa with three floors including the basement, considering the land area and location in Tokyo, the annual property tax to be paid should be no less than 500 million yen.

In addition to Rolls-Royce, the annual insurance, car maintenance, and fuel consumption costs are probably no less than 500 million yen.

Therefore, even if he eats and drinks at public expense every year, he spends more than 1000 million.

Cheng Shi can no longer afford to support him.

Originally, this should be easily filled by the property he owns, but looking at it now, it only increased his financial burden.

What happened to this world?Why does a pauper like him have luxury houses, luxury cars and a loss-making business?

Wait, think about it carefully, in the final analysis, apart from Sumiyoshikai, vodka is obviously also very problematic.

But why doesn't gin hold back vodka?

The answer is obvious, this is all Qin Jiu's conspiracy, only Fu Jiang lacks money, will he carry out the mission with all his might!
Walking to the half-open window, feeling the cool night breeze, Fu Jiang's heart was already riddled with holes.

I was afraid of ghosts, but they didn't hurt me at all. I was not afraid of people, but people hurt me all over.

　This book will be on the shelves this Friday, and V may be reversed after a while.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)