Colt calmly looked at his capable man standing against the wall with his head lowered, just like the child in his family who made a mistake in school and came home with a face of shame.
It was obviously a very simple little task, just keeping an eye on one person. Both Mr. Colt and this capable subordinate felt that this was really a trivial matter that couldn't be simpler, but there was a problem. In this little thing.
In the beginning, this capable subordinate actually had his own name, Gervin.
Gervin felt that it was too easy to stalk a big man. Even if he was standing in a crowded crowd, he could see the guy who was a head taller than most people walking around in the crowd at a glance. He understood what Mr. Colt meant. After all, he was Mr. Colt's capable subordinate. When this silly guy named Graf brought in that high-strength fruit wine with a very unique taste and sold it out in two days, he knew it was a gold mine.
Mr. Colt, that's the miner... no, the mine owner.
His task is to keep an eye on Graf to see who he wants to contact and who is his real parent, and then find the source of this highly fruity wine from his parent, and become the sole distributor of Turnel City as an agent. . This is a very important task, and Gervin believes that no one else can do the job except himself, Mr. Colt's right-hand man.
On the first day, he followed Graf back to the station, then waited outside the station until night, and then followed Graf to the station building. He squatted in the corner outside the workhouse all night, and fell asleep in the second half of the night. Fortunately, he remembered that he still had tasks, and he was also Mr. Colt's capable partner, so he got up very early.
He watched the workers come out of the workhouse one by one and walk to the station, but Graf was not seen. His heart was already getting cold. It was only at nine o'clock that Graf yawned and walked out of the dormitory. He stood at the door and stretched himself out, wiping the tears squeezed out from yawning and wiping them together with the eye mucus. on his sleeve.
The next day, he watched Graf go to the station and then leave the station with a little man...
If he hadn't seen Graf bring wine to the bar to find his partner Mr. Colt, Gervin might not have believed that this kind of guy who always arrived late and left early could have such bad luck and actually get the favor of a supplier. .
For many days, Mr. Gervin found nothing. Sometimes Graf didn't come out for a day or two, but whenever he came out, he seemed to go to the station.
But this time it was even more outrageous. He hadn't seen Graf come out of the building for more than ten days. He even wanted to call the police. Could it be that the guy was beaten because he had a conflict with the workers? Did he die inside? If he hadn't wanted to see what was going on inside from the window of the workhouse, I'm afraid he wouldn't have discovered that the workhouse had two doors...
"So, you stood at the door of the workhouse for more than ten days, but you didn't know that Graf had left long ago, right?" Mr. Colt whispered as if he was explaining Gervin's mistake. Wen was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look up. He didn't know that the dormitory had two doors. Even if he knew, what would happen? Ah, so what? He is only one person, how can he see through two doors? Although I feel ashamed, I still have a bit of stubbornness. Anyway, the fault in this matter cannot be entirely attributed to me.
Facing the silent Gervin, Colt almost laughed out of anger. How could he be so stupid, so stupid that he made others feel despair? He must have grown so big because he is God's illegitimate son, right? Otherwise, if this kind of stupidity were applied to ordinary people, they would be dead long ago.
Fortunately, Mr. Colt is well-educated. After all, he is highly educated and has always claimed that he is a civilized person. Therefore, he did not pick up the ashtray to throw it away, but just put it in a different place.
"Girvin, can you drive?"
Gervin responded. He could drive. Before becoming Mr. Colt's employee, he had been a driver for a period of time. If it weren't for the steering wheel of that car, he wouldn't have lost his job. Naturally, he wouldn't have lost his job. Could have the job I have now.
Mr. Colt nodded with satisfaction, "Very good. People with special skills can always impress people. From tomorrow on, you can drive. That is a very important job. Is there any alcohol sold in the entire bar?" , it all depends on your timely transportation."
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 live up to your expectations, sir, and I will become the best driver!"
Gervin did think so at this moment, and he thought so until the incident that happened shortly afterwards, and so did Mr. Colt. Isn’t it just driving a car to pick up and deliver goods? What else could happen? On the streets of Tenel City, you can see a car passing by in five minutes, which means the traffic is quite congested!
Mr. Colt waved his hand, "Doing a good job is the greatest support for me. You go and hand over the work first!"
After sending Girvin away, Mr. Colt took out a sterling silver pocket watch from his arms. After opening the cover, his daughter's photo came out. Feeling inexplicably warm in my heart, I gently touched my daughter's photo with my thumb, as if my daughter was by my side. I looked at the time and saw that it was still fifteen minutes before five o'clock. It was almost time for Graf to arrive.
The reason why he suddenly remembered that he had a subordinate named Gervin who was following Graf today was because Graf had someone inform him that the supply would start from today and the wine would be delivered before five o'clock in the evening.
There are ten boxes and one hundred and twenty bottles in total. According to Graf’s price of ten yuan a bottle, that’s one thousand two hundred yuan. Although the cost 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 main reason why this number is unstable is because of the bartenders. A good bartender will put an extra ice cube in the glass and pour a little less wine, thus saving some, and three bottles can make two more glasses.
And those honest and gentle bartenders are very down-to-earth...
At five minutes to five o'clock, Graf and two boys pushed in the door and placed ten cases of wine in the corner.
"Is there only that much?" Looking at the ten boxes of one hundred and twenty bottles of wine, Mr. Colt frowned. Of course he knew how popular this wine was. Last time, because of the lack of this wine, there were Several regular customers complained, and one regular customer never came again.
Graff may have learned to shrug recently. He shrugged and spread his hands. "There are only so many. For some reason that I don't quite understand, basically every bar, there are only so many drinks per month." goods."
One hundred and twenty bottles seems like a lot. Four bottles can be sold every day, which is twenty cups. But in fact, it can only be counted as ten glasses, because it is two kinds of wine, so there are only two bottles of each kind of wine, which is less than ten glasses, so it is counted as ten glasses.
This supply is simply not enough for the guests. Some guests will drink three or four drinks in one night, and two or three guests, or even two bottles at a table, can consume two bottles.
It is of course an honor for Mr. Colt and the Wild Rose Bar that this wine can be loved by the guests, but it will be a trouble if it cannot meet the needs of all guests.
So, Mr. Colt blurted out, "What if I'm willing to spend a little more money? Can you give me someone else's share?"
Graf immediately smiled, revealing two rows of slightly yellowed teeth, "If you don't mind spending a little more money, that's not impossible."
The calmness on Mr. Colt's face returned. He raised the price as he raised the price. In the end, the money still fell on the customer's head. He said with a half-smile: "How much should I add?"
"Within fifty boxes, twelve yuan a bottle."
"More than fifty boxes, no more than a hundred boxes, fifteen yuan a bottle."
"For more than 100 boxes, it's 18 yuan a bottle!"
Mr. Colt's face darkened every time Graf quoted a price. When he heard that more than a hundred boxes cost eighteen yuan a bottle, he wanted to take a bite out of Graf. I have seen black-hearted businessmen, but I have never seen you so heartless. Why don't you double the amount? Mr. Colt immediately picked up the pen on the table to write and draw, and finally concluded that if he wanted to put into 100 boxes, it would cost 15,960 yuan, and the average bottle cost more than 13 yuan. Then no matter how much more I buy, it will still cost 18 yuan a bottle.
Bah, profiteer!
Mr. Colt took a deep breath, "Fifty boxes each..." He glanced at the ten boxes on the ground, "Count this one!"
(End of chapter)