Colt calmly looked at his right-hand man standing with his head down against the wall, just like the child in his family who had made a mistake in school and came home, with a look of shame.

Obviously it is a very simple little task, as long as you keep an eye on one person, whether it is Mr. Colt or this capable subordinate, they feel that this is really a simple little thing, but the problem lies in this small thing.

In the beginning, this right-hand man - he actually had his own name, called Gwen.

Gwen felt that it was too easy to keep an eye on a big man, even if he stood in the crowd, he could see at a glance that the guy who was a head taller than most people walked around in the crowd. He understood what Mr. Colt meant, after all, he was Mr. Colt's right-hand man. When the stupid big guy named Graff brought in that highly flavored fruit wine and sold it out in two days, he knew it was a gold mine.

Mr. Colt, that's the miner...... No, mine owners.

His mission was to keep an eye on Graff to see who he was going to contact and who his real home was, then find the source of this high fruit wine from his home and act as the sole distributor in Turnaire City. This was a very important task, and Gervin felt that no one else could do it except himself, Mr. Colt's right-hand man.

On the first day, he followed Graff back to the station, waited outside the station for the evening, and then followed Graff to the station's workshop. He squatted all night in the corner of the hut outside the workshop, and fell asleep in the middle of the night, remembering that he had a task to do, and that he was Mr. Colt's right-hand man, and that he had risen early.

He watched as the workers came out of the hut and walked to the station, but he didn't see Graff. His heart was already cold, and it was not until nine o'clock that Graff yawned out of the workshop, and stood in the doorway to stretch himself out, wiping the tears that had been squeezed out of the yawn, and wiping them on his sleeve along with the droppings of his eyes.

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

If it weren't for seeing Graff go to the bar with his liquor to find his buddy Mr. Colt, Gervin probably wouldn't have believed that such a guy who would arrive late and leave early at every turn could step on shit luck and get the favor of a supplier.

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

And this time it was even more outrageous, he hadn't seen Graf come out of the workshop for more than ten days, and he even wanted to call the police, that guy couldn't have been beaten to death because of a conflict with the workers, and a dispute? If he hadn't wanted to see what was going on inside through the window of the workshop, I'm afraid he wouldn't have found out that this workshop had two doors .......

"So, you have been standing at the door of the workshop for more than ten days, and you don't know that Graff has long since left, right?", Mr. Colt whispered as if he were explaining Gervin's mistake, and Gerwen was too ashamed to look up, and he didn't know that there were two doors in the workshop, and even if he knew, what could he do? How could he see two doors when he was alone? Although he was ashamed, there was still a hint of stubbornness, anyway, the fault of this matter could not all be attributed to me.

Colt almost laughed out loud in the face of the silent Gewen, how could he be so stupid, so stupid that everyone else felt hopeless? He could grow so big because he was the illegitimate son of God, right? Otherwise, if this kind of stupidity was placed on ordinary people, the damned would have died a long time ago.

Fortunately, Mr. Colt has a good cultivation, after all, he is highly educated, and he has always advertised that he is a civilized person, so he didn't want to throw the ashtray away, but just put it in another place.

"Gwen, do you know how to drive?"

Gervin replied, he could drive, he had been a driver for a while before he became Mr. Colt's subordinate, and if it wasn't for the fact that the steering wheel of that car was a little problematic, he wouldn't have lost that job, and naturally he wouldn't have the job he has now.

Mr. Colt nodded with satisfaction, "Very well, people with a skill are always impressive, from tomorrow onwards, you can go to the drive, that is a very important job, whether the whole bar sells alcohol or not, it depends on your timely transportation." Got it?"

Hearing that he was about 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, I will be the best driver!"

That's what Gwen thought at this moment, and he thought so until the events that happened shortly after, and so did Mr. Colt. Isn't it just driving a car to pick up and deliver goods? What else can happen? On the street in Turnaire City, you can see a car passing by in five minutes, which is considered a traffic congestion!

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 Gervin away, Mr. Colt pulled out a pocket watch with a sterling silver shell from his bosom, and when he opened the lid, his daughter's picture was turned out. Inexplicably, my heart warmed, and I gently groped for my daughter's photo with my thumb, as if my daughter 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 he was able to suddenly remember today that he had a subordinate named Gerwin was watching Graff was because Graff had been informed that the supply would start today, and that the wine would be delivered before five o'clock in the evening.

There were ten boxes in total, one hundred and twenty bottles, and according to Graff, ten dollars a bottle was 1,200 dollars. Although the cost of 1,200 yuan is a lot, it also means that the income is also a lot, and the cost of 1,200 yuan can at least be exchanged for a return of about 800 to 900 yuan. The reason why this number is less stable is mainly because of the bartender. A good bartender will put an extra ice cube in the glass and pour a little less wine at the same time, so that you can save a little, and you can get two more glasses out of three bottles.

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

At five o'clock, Graff and the two boys pushed the door open, and they placed ten cases of wine in the corner.

"Is there only so many?", Mr. Colt frowned, looking at the ten boxes of one hundred and twenty bottles of wine, of course he knew how popular this wine was, and last time because of the absence of this wine, several customers who had been steadily consuming complained about it, and one of them was a regular customer who never came again.

Graff, who may have learned to shrug his shoulders recently, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands out, "That's all, for reasons I don't quite understand, basically every bar, every month, there are so many distributions." ”

One hundred and twenty bottles, which may seem like a lot, can sell four bottles a 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 wine, that is, less than ten glasses, and it is counted as ten glasses.

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

It is of course an honour for Mr. Colt and the Wild Rose Bar to be loved by the guests, but it is a hassle to not satisfy all the guests.

So, Mr. Colt blurted out, "What if I'm willing to spend a little more?

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

The calmness on Mr. Colt's face returned, and the price was increased, and in the end this part of the money was still on the head of the guest. He said with a smile, "How much?"

"Within fifty boxes, twelve pieces a bottle. ”

"More than fifty boxes, no more than one hundred, fifteen pieces a bottle. ”

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

Mr. Colt's face darkened with each price he quoted, and when he heard that more than 100 boxes cost eighteen dollars a bottle, he longed to bite into Graff. I have seen black-hearted merchants, but I have never seen you so frenzied, why don't you double it?" Mr. Colt immediately took the pen on the table and wrote and draw, and finally concluded that if he wanted to enter a hundred boxes, it would cost fifteen thousand nine hundred and sixty dollars, and an average bottle would cost more than thirteen dollars. Then no matter how much you buy next, it's eighteen dollars a bottle.

Phew, profiteers!

Mr. Colt took a deep breath, "Fifty boxes of ...... each," and he glanced at the ten boxes on the ground, "Count this!"