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

    Obviously, it''s a very simple small task. Just keep an eye on one person. Both Mr. colt and this capable man think it''s really a small matter that can''t be simpler, but the problem lies in this small matter.

    At first, this capable man - he actually had his own name, Gwen.

    Gwen thought it was too easy to keep an eye on a big one. Even standing in a crowded crowd, he could see the guy with a head higher than most people walking around in the crowd. He understood what Mr. colt meant. After all, he was Mr. Colt''s capable man. When the big fool named Graf brought the highly fruity 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 miner.

    His task is to stare at Graf to see who he wants to contact and who is his real home, then find the source of this high fruit wine from his home, and act as an agent to become the only dealer in tenar city. This is a very important task. Gwen believes that no one else can be qualified for this job except himself, Mr. Colt''s capable assistant.

    On the first day, he followed Graf back to the station, then waited outside the station until the evening, and followed Graf to the station''s workshop. He squatted in the corner outside the workshop all night and fell asleep in the middle of the night. Fortunately, he remembered that he had a task and that he was still Mr. Colt''s capable partner. He got up early.

    He watched the workers come out of the workshop and walk to the station, but he didn''t see Graf. His heart was getting cold. When it was nine o''clock, Graf came out of the workshop with a yawn. He also stood at the door, stretched himself and wiped the tears squeezed by the yawn on his sleeve together with eye excrement.

    The next day, he watched Graf go to the station and leave the station with a little man.

    If he hadn''t seen Graf go to the bar with wine to find his partner, Mr. colt, Gwen might not believe that this guy who is always late and leaves early can step on shit luck and get the favor of a supplier.

    For many days, Mr. Gerwin got nothing. Sometimes Graff didn''t come out for a day or two, but as long as he came out, he seemed to go to the station.

    This time it was even more outrageous. He hadn''t seen Graf come out of the workshop for more than ten days. He even wanted to call the police. That guy couldn''t have been killed because he had a conflict with the workers and had a dispute? If he didn''t want to see what happened inside from the window of the workshop, I''m afraid he wouldn''t find that the workshop has two doors.

    "So, you''ve been standing at the gate of the workshop for more than ten days, but you don''t know that Graf has left long ago, right?", Mr. colt whispered as if he was explaining Gavin''s mistake. Gavin was ashamed and didn''t dare to look up. He didn''t know that the workshop had two doors. What can he do even if he knows? Ah, so what? He''s only one person. How can he see two doors? Although I am ashamed, I still have a trace of stubbornness. Anyway, I can''t attribute all the mistakes to myself.

    Facing the silent Gavin, colt almost laughed angrily. How could he be so stupid that others feel desperate? He must have grown so big because he was the illegitimate son of God? Otherwise, if such stupidity is put on ordinary people, they will die long ago.

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

    "Gwen, can you drive?"

    Gwen replied that he could drive. Before he became Mr. Colt''s man, he had been a driver for some time. If there was no problem with the steering wheel of the car, he would not lose his job, and naturally he could not have his current job.

    Mr. colt nodded with satisfaction. "Well, people with special skills can always impress people. From tomorrow on, you can drive. That''s a very important job. Whether there is wine in the whole bar depends on your timely transportation. Do you understand?"

    When he heard that he was going to take on such an important job, Gewen was very happy. He pursed his mouth and nodded his head. "I will live up to your expectations, sir. I will be the best driver!"

    At this moment, Gwen did think so. He thought so until what happened not long ago, and so did Mr. colt. Isn''t it just picking up and delivering goods in a car? What else can happen? In the streets of tenell City, you can see a car passing in five minutes. It''s considered that the traffic situation is relatively congested!

    Mr. colt waved his hand. "To do a good job is to give me the greatest support. Go and hand over the work first!"

    After sending Gwen away, Mr. colt took out a pocket watch with a sterling silver shell from his arms, opened the lid and turned out the picture of his daughter. Inexplicably warm in my heart, I gently groped for my daughter''s photo with my thumb, just like my daughter around me. Glancing at the time, it was still 15 minutes from five o''clock. Graf should have come almost.

    The reason why I can suddenly remember that I have a man named Gavin watching Graf today is because Graf asked him to be informed that the supply will start today and the wine will be delivered before 5 p.m.

    A total of ten boxes and 120 bottles. According to Graff, ten yuan a bottle is 1200 yuan. Although more than 1200 yuan is paid, it also represents a lot of income. The cost of 1200 yuan can at least get a return of about 800 to 900 yuan. The reason why this number is not stable is mainly because of the bartender. A good bartender will put more ice in the cup and pour less wine at the same time, which saves some. Three bottles can make two more cups.

    And those honest and docile bartenders are very real.

    At five to five, Graff and two boys pushed the door in. They put ten boxes of wine in the corner.

    "Is there only so much?" Mr. colt frowned when he looked at the ten boxes and 120 bottles of wine. Of course, he knew how popular this kind of wine was. Last time, because there was no such wine, several guests with stable consumption complained, and one of them never came again.

    Graf may have learned to shrug recently. He shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands. "There''s only so much. For some reasons I don''t understand, there''s only so much distribution in each bar and every month."

    One hundred and twenty bottles. It looks like a lot. You can sell four bottles a day, that is, 20 cups. But in fact, it can only be counted as ten cups. Because it is two kinds of wine, there are only two bottles of each kind of wine, that is, less than ten cups, it is counted as ten cups.

    This supply is not enough for guests to enjoy. Some guests have to drink three or four cups a night. Two or three guests or even two guests at a table can consume two bottles.

    This kind of wine can be loved by guests. Of course, it is also an honor for Mr. colt and wild rose bar, but if it can not meet the needs of all guests, it will be a trouble.

    So Mr. colt blurted out, "what if I''m willing to spend more money? Can you give me someone else''s share?"

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

    The calm on Mr. Colt''s face came back again. If the price was increased, the price would be increased. In the end, this part of the money was still on the guest''s head. He smiled and said, "how much do you want?"

    "Within fifty cases, twelve yuan a bottle."

    "More than 50 cases, not more than 100 cases, 15 yuan a bottle."

    "18 yuan a bottle for more than 100 cases!"

    Every time Graff offered a price, Mr. Colt''s face turned black. When he heard that more than 100 cases cost 18 yuan a bottle, he wanted to bite Graff. I''ve seen black hearted businessmen. I haven''t seen you so crazy. Why don''t you double it? Mr. colt immediately picked up the pen on the table to write and draw. Finally, he came to the conclusion that if he wanted to buy a hundred boxes, it would cost 15960 yuan, and the average bottle would cost more than 13 yuan. Then no matter how much you buy, it''s 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!"