Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 403 Meaning

Looking away, Mao Li was sending Lu Ren to the door of his house.

Considering that there were only a few people living in Maoli's house, Lu Ren suggested that Maoli stay at his house temporarily for one night. As a result, Maoli simply refused and insisted on going back to his own home to sleep.

"Then brother, please drive the car back. Don't worry about me, I still have one at home."

"Row."

After watching Mao Li leave, Lu Ren turned around and returned to his home. Dabai was waiting at the entrance as usual, but this time Orange did not lie on Dabai's body as usual.

At this time, it was sleeping on the sofa. When it heard the sound of the door opening, it raised its head and glanced at the door, then closed its eyes and began to sleep soundly. There is no trace of the excitement in other pets when they see their owner come home.

"The older this guy gets, the less family he becomes. Am I the one who raised him wrong?"

Lu Ren didn't bother it. He sat on the single sofa and took out his cell phone to dial Huiyuan's number.

You probably haven't rested yet at this point. That's exactly what happened, and the call was quickly answered.

"Xiao Ai, I'm going to see Jiaziyuan tomorrow. Do you want to come together?"

"you alone?"

"And Conan and the others."

"Forget it. Going out with them will never do anything good. I choose to stay at home."

"Okay, then you can rest early."

"Ah."

Haiyuan refused to go to Osaka, which was basically what Lu Ren expected. Generally speaking, she is quite homely. Lu Ren was not too disappointed. After hanging up the phone, he began to think about what to bring with him on this trip to Osaka.

"Koshien is held in the summer. Dress cooler. Then carry a bag and bring all the equipment you need to bring. A two-piece suit for marginalized people, a nuclear-powered flashlight, a pen that can last a lifetime... Oh yes, bring the Xingshenxiang as well. Bring it with you. Give Bei Dao one when she writes the manuscript. She has been stuck in the specialization stage for a while. Maybe she can break through the master level this time. Then I will also upgrade to the master intermediate level. Perfect. Others seem like it. It’s nothing.”

When he went to Osaka last time, Lu Ren found that Haibara seemed to like eating takoyaki. At that time, he was still thinking about studying how to make this thing by himself after returning to Tokyo. As a result, I got busy and forgot about it. Just remembered it now.

But it seems a little late. After returning from Osaka, he will probably be like Gin, the model worker, running around and toiling all day long. There is probably no free time to make food for Haibara.

Forget it, learn how to do it first. The work is never done. With Hattori as a local boss, you can definitely find an enthusiastic stall owner who is willing to selflessly share and teach his skills. If you can't find this, then Hattori might as well stop hanging out in Osaka. I can't afford to lose this person.

Then there is the matter of dealing with the organization. Just talk to Gin about it later. It does not matter. What matters is how to make money.

Although for an organization of their nature, the methods of making quick money are already devious enough. But Lu Ren still found it troublesome. Because none of the money earned goes into his own pocket. How can there be a lot of motivation in working for free?

Is there anything that is quick, hassle-free and makes a lot of money?

Lu Ren thought about it for a while and felt that making a large donation during the Qing Dynasty would be a good way.

Making a large donation means selling one's official position. Small money can buy a small official, big money can buy a big official. But it didn't sound right for the imperial court to directly sell officials, so it was nicknamed "donation". The point is to express one's intention. The more money you donate to the country, the more patriotic the person is, the more trustworthy and worthy of entrusting you with important tasks.

Logically, this thing makes perfect sense. As for the harm of doing so, that's not what he should consider.

If you can get money, you are already a loyal member of the organization. To talk about anything else is to be a hooligan.

The only problem is that Gin will most likely object to this proposal. Other idiots are easy to fool, but Gin is more difficult to deal with.

The previous joke is just a joke. In fact, the deterioration of any team starts from within. The so-called large donation is blatant corruption, exploitation and oppression.

Lu Ren understands this truth, and Gin Jiu naturally understands it. But Bai Mao understands that sometimes it is useless. The people at the top are the ones who really make the decisions. Like that adult or Rum.

Once the top has made up its mind, it doesn't matter how clear-headed the people below are.

As for what kind of people the two bosses of the winery are like. What to say about this matter, if they are really wise and decisive enough. It would not be like the current situation. The rats gathered together and made Gin, a little expert in exterminating rats, very tired.

But this is not a bad thing for a loyal minister like Lu Ren. If the top is too capable, it will be difficult for the people below to do their jobs. Only in this way can Lu Ren show his abilities unscrupulously.

The next step is to see how to package the words. If you package it well, you might be able to donate smoothly. This makes everyone happy. If it doesn't pass, there's nothing to say.

There is no need to rush this matter. Lu Ren planned to talk to Gin face to face after returning from Osaka. If he agrees, that would be great. No need to continue reporting. Not to mention other places, the two of them can make up their minds on this three-thirds of an acre in Tokyo.

Now let's make a phone call to talk about Kiel. Lu Ren took out his cell phone and called Ginjiu. The call went through quickly but no one answered. Lu Ren waited for a while, hung up the phone and called Vodka again. The vodka was picked up very quickly, almost in seconds.

"Which one?"

"I."

"Ah? Master Glen, you..."

"Stop talking nonsense, where's Gin? Why don't you answer my call?"

"Brother, he is on a mission."

"..."

Lu Ren subconsciously put down his phone and checked the time on the screen again. Are you still working at this point?

This is no longer 996. This work intensity is almost catching up with 007. Is the company his home? It is necessary to work hard like this.

Lu Ren felt sorry for Gin Jiu briefly. He forgot about it after about a second.

"That's it. Then help me send him a message."

"You say."

"I'm going to Osaka tomorrow for two to three days. If Kiel comes over in the next two days, you have to find someone else to pick her up. Let her be on standby at the organization base first, and wait until I go back to see her again."

"Hmm. Okay."

"That's it."

……

A quarter of an hour later, Gin returned to the car after a busy day, took out a cigarette from his windbreaker pocket, lit it and smoked it slowly.

Gin didn't care about other people's reasons or purposes for smoking. For him, smoking has only one purpose, which is to refresh himself.

Vodka remained quiet this time and did not disturb Gin. He knew this was one of the few breaks his eldest brother had.

It wasn't until the cigarette butt was thrown into the ashtray that Vodka helped Lu Ren pass on the message.

"What was he doing in Osaka? Check it out."

"Yes."

After a while, Vodka put down his cell phone and said hesitantly: "I seem to be going to see Koshien."

"He's alone?"

"The Mori family of three, two children from Osaka, and a female colleague from his newspaper office."

"Female colleague?"

"Yeah. She's the beautiful female reporter who was on TV."

"..."

After a long silence, Vodka said carefully: "Boss, I don't think they have that kind of relationship. Because..."

"No need to say more, I know."

Gin lit a cigarette again, and now he suddenly discovered that cigarettes had other uses besides refreshing.

After another cigarette, Gin seemed to have calmed down. He put out the cigarette butt and said, "Forget it. If Keir comes over in the next two days, go pick her up."

"Well. Then brother, on your side..."

"I am fine."

(End of this chapter)