Chapter 573 Wine Merchant

Dragon Blood Project.

Tails frowned, trying to forget the discomfort that night.

He looked at Morat, who was fascinated, but couldn't help but think of Prince Midi, who had never met him.

It's hard to imagine that the man who was also sitting in a wheelchair, the man who praised neither Kilbert, Gini or even the Black Prophet, strategized in conversation and laughed and completely changed the rules of the game in the Dragon Kingdom.

However, Thales remembered the stone urns in the tomb of the stars.

As a prince, heir to the kingdom, he failed to save himself.

At this moment, at the other end of the interrogation room, the door was pushed open.

Tells recovered: a man with a luxurious dress but a black hood and handcuffed hands was rudely escorted in by two burly men and came to Raphael.

"No matter who you are and what you want to do, we can have a good talk..."

The man staggered all the way, embarrassed, but still trying to persuade each other.

Unfortunately, the big men were unmoved. They rudely pressed the man onto a chair, and then pulled the chain with the handcuffs. The handcuffs were fixed in a ring on the table, but he did not take off his hood.

"Who is that?" Tells murmured in a low voice.

But Morat just raised a finger, beckoning him to be restless.

The **** left the interrogation room without looking back, and there was only a tense gasp of the man in the room.

It wasn't until Raphael came coldly behind him that he ripped off the black hood of the man in the Chinese suit.

At first glance, the interrogator squinted and turned his head, and it took a minute to get used to it.

He looked at the only Raphael left in the room.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

The man is middle-aged, with messy hair and bruises on his face. Obviously, the previous treatment was not good.

"Forget it..."

But seeing the light finally made the man feel calmer. He looked around and cleared his throat:

"But I strongly suggest you let me go-before things have worsened."

"My fish is too big for you to eat."

Raphael didn't answer, just sat down on the opposite side, staring at each other coldly with a pair of red eyes.

The man chuckled and pulled the shackles on his hand, causing the chain to ring

"Ha, it's quite like that..."

"Speak buddy, is it the Blood Bottle Gang or the Brotherhood?"

Tells looked at the Black Prophet suspiciously, but the latter **** was there, and he seemed uninterested in the interrogation.

Although described as embarrassed, the interrogator seems to have gradually recovered his temper. He has a confident tone and is in the chest:

"With the blood bottle gang, I and Catherine are old friends. We were old acquaintances when we were in Nan'an, not ordinary ‘acquaintances, hehe..."

Raphael remained silent.

The man smiled slightly.

"If it's a brotherhood..."

The examinee leaned back in his chair and shook his head:

"That would be better."

"I know Qincha. It's a battle-hardened man. There is also the "head wolf" La Zanzi. I knew him when he was still selling goods on the street, and he almost partnered. Fat Morris also followed me Have business dealings..."

But the boneless man seemed to make up his mind not to speak, but only a pair of eyes forced to stare at each other.

"If neither is..."

The man thought, his face changed again.

"That was specifically directed at me."

The subject left the back of the chair and looked at Raphael's eyes seriously:

"Who is your employer?"

"Let me guess: Fragrance Chamber of Commerce? Union of Carpenters? Or some misunderstood nobleman? Or is it an unsightly country little one?"

But what the man thought, his eyes moved:

"I know."

"You guys hired by those mud legs?"

He leaned back in his chair and grunted.

"They thought it would be okay... Okay, listen, the group of people who hired you clanged for poverty, no matter how much money they gave, one hundred or two hundred, one thousand or two thousand, I will double. "

The man lifted his hand freely, and gestured to Raphael with his shackles.

Raphael was unimpressed.

The man frowned:

"If you didn't do it for money, for example, for human affection, or you are their relative, listen to me to persuade: not worth it, you helped them, but you put yourself in..."

Although the situation is bad, but the man's words have a habitual appetite.

"No." Raphael interrupted him with a bad tone:

"We are not gangsters robbing, nor are other people seeking revenge, nor are we using money to eliminate disasters."

The boneless man leaned forward on the table, forcing the examinee to:

"We serve the kingdom."

The interviewee was stunned for an unexpected answer.

"Serve the Kingdom..."

The man meditated several times, and then he burst into laughter.

"People?"

"Very well, you may not know it, but I am the most law-abiding citizen of the Kingdom and a big taxpayer."

"So where is this? Which police station? Are you a police officer in plain clothes? What do you call it? Where do you serve?"

He slacked all over, looked at Raphael with his head tilted, and smiled in disgust:

"The most important thing is, who is your boss?"

Raphael was expressionless:

"You don't want to see my boss."

Outside one side of the glass, Tells couldn't help but glance at Morat.

The man's eyes narrowed, and there was a shrewd eye:

"Oh, you can't tell for sure."

Raphael ripped off the corner of his mouth and opened a stack of documents from the table on his own:

"Your name?"

After knowing the other party's origin, the man became very comfortable, with a lot of laziness, and did not care about the problem of the boneless:

"And I have a lot of friends in the security hall, many big names, the real power director of the West City Security Hall, Lord Lobic Dila..."

Raphael sighed.

The boneless man closed the files silently, took them off the table in an orderly manner, and increased the volume again to repeat:

"Name?"

The man shook his head:

"I am also an honorary director of the Central Liquor Merchants Association..."

The next second, Raphael's left hand turned into an afterimage!

He grabbed the chains that handcuffed the man to the table and returned his hand.

boom!

The interrogator apparently has been in good standing for a long time. When he was unresponsive, he was torn away from his seat. His waist hit the edge of the table, and then his nose hit the table.

The man groaned in pain and his nose was bloody.

He wanted to get up and raised his head, but Raphael held his hair on the back of his head and pressed it to the table.

"Name."

Raphael laughed lightly.

The man on the table struggled, his expression twisted and ruined:

"You **** little--"

Raphael grabbed the man's head, pointed his nose at the table, and smashed it again.

boom!

The man shivered and gritted his teeth.

"Name."

Raphael still smiled.

The man's face was bright red, and Sisi was flowing, but his stiffness was beyond expectation:

"I know this process, starting with simple questions, so that the prisoner is used to answering..."

Before he finished talking, Raphael turned **** the man's head with his hand and pressed the bleeding nose of the interrogator against the tabletop, rolling it back and forth.

The man screamed hoarsely like a pig.

Tyrs frowned as he watched all this, the black prophet on one side laughed low, and the black veins on his knees tremble.

Raphael's next sentence is an understatement, like a lover's whisper:

"Last name...first name..."

But the other side is different.

"Ah **** fucking-Moss! Moss!"

Under severe pain, the man cursed while answering very happily:

"Dagori Moss!"

He groaned in protest:

"Please! You are so serious about your life, are you paying overtime!"

Raphael's mouth twitched slightly, and the boneless man at that moment looked wicked.

When he let go of his hand, the interrogator named Dagory was able to sit back in his seat, covering his nose, sighing and gasping, indignant:

"Fuck! Damn it!"

Raphael fetched the documents back, but he frowned as he looked at the sticky part of the **** tears on the table.

He moved the stool, and finally put the file in the corner of the table:

"what do you do?"

Dagory covered his nose while staring fiercely:

"What are you doing! New temporary workers? Hey, wait—"

Dago's color changed, and he quickly stopped Raphael, who was pulling the chain again.

"Answer me," Huangguren smiled cheerfully, shaking the chain halfway:

"Or answer it."

Dagory looked at Raphael seriously, and finally confirmed his eyes.

"liqueur."

The interrogator exhaled as he agreed, and answered happily.

"I am a wine merchant, I make wine, and sell wine-in Wangdu selling wine, many customers are daguan aristocrats..."

Dagory swallowed his throat, keeping his eyes on the chain in Raphael's hand:

"You know, buddy, overpowering and blaming for abuse of lynching, this is usually nothing, but if someone wants to engage you from the inside, this is a good reason to fire from public office..."

"Mr. Moss," Raphael ignored him and opened the file:

"The orchards, wineries, warehouses and shops in your name, including other related industries, have closed down a lot recently?"

Dagory's eyes rolled, and he wanted to see the contents of the document, but Raphael looked up, and the man quickly turned his eyes away.

"If you want to find the stubborn tax, you can give up now."

Dagory cleared his throat and returned to a familiar area, he became handy again, and was at ease:

"All departments of the City Hall, the Security Office, the Taxation Department, the City Defense Team, the Fengji Office, and Wangduli can prove that I am a law-abiding person and a good person who repairs bridges and roads. If I go to the court, I can hire the best Defender, many dignitaries and nobles will be willing to provide me with a guarantee or even testify in court."

"In fact, I not only paid enough tax, but also paid more "a lot", you know, "a lot"."

He stared at Raphael, his smile stubborn and arrogant-it was just that broken bright red nose more or less ruined his image.

The chain on Raphael's hand is tight again:

"So Mr. Moss, why have you closed so many wineries and shops in recent weeks and fired a large number of workers?"

Dagory stared at the chain, looking a little unsightly:

"Okay, let's be gentle-I am a businessman. What other reason can Guan Zhang have? Of course, the market is not good."

Raphael raised his eyes:

"But you are one of the leading wine merchants in the central government, and a supplier of banquet drinks for many families."

Dagory raised an eyebrow and smiled fearlessly:

"Hah, you know."

Raphael still ignored him:

"So, many people working in your winery industry, farmers, workers, craftsmen, folks, including several investment partners and some raw material dealers upstream and downstream, as well as distributors, loose wine merchants, hundreds of people. "

Raphael looked at Dagory:

"They intend to file a joint complaint and send you to the trial seat."

The wine merchant's face changed, first of all indignation, then disdain.

"Ha, I knew it."

He yelled fiercely, his eyes fierce:

"The little cubs, the mud legs that don't know how to thank..."

On this side of the one-way glass, Taylor frowned at the black prophet:

"This guy is an old and cunning businessman, but I don't understand, why should I come to see this?"

"Relief, Your Highness," Morat raised his finger against his lips, and said softly:

"Some things are small, but they can be seen as small, while some roles are small, but they can reach all directions."

Tells was startled.

At the other end of the room, Raphael smiled slightly:

"So, Mr. Moss, do you know why they sue you?"

"why?"

Dagori seems to have recovered his confidence:

"You know, the wine market has been unsettled recently, and the sales have been poor. My capital turnover has been a bit bad. Due to the cost, I have to transfer the industry and make a difficult choice-shutting down some wineries. This is just one of them."

Raphael's eyes narrowed:

"Really?"

Daggery didn't seem to hear Raphael's suspicion and still talked eloquently:

"During this process, a few employees and I may have some small differences on the issue of salary payment..."

Raphael sneered:

"So, if you owe long-term credit to your subordinates for their wages, or even the money owed to the partners, including the purchase money and guarantee money for the upstream and downstream, it is not a usual squeeze deduction, is that all?

Dagory looked cold.

He stared at the chain clutched in Raphael's hand, explaining carefully and patiently:

"Arrears? Listen, I admit that the calculation of the money includes the time limit, I am a little changed..."

Raphael interrupted him:

"So you have to spend money to run?"

Dagory frowned, and said righteously:

"Run away? Hey, I'm just going out for a holiday-I will say that no matter who comes, you don't want to illegally lure confessions."

Raphael sneered:

"But the people you owe money to, especially the workers, don't think so."

Dagory frowned at Raphael for a moment, and said seriously:

"Listen, I bear the cost, creativity, and way. They come up with labor, craftsmanship, and time. The boss and employees work together to make the best wine and work towards one goal."

"So the business of the winery is not just mine, it is everyone's. We are like a family."

"When the family has experienced setbacks and hardships, everyone in the family should be considerate of each other and overcome the difficulties together!"

He stared at the beads and tapped his fingers on the table, as if to give a lesson to the person in front of him:

"But some people just don't understand. They have a small capacity and no big picture. They can't eat even a little bit of hardship, just because their salary is less, and their life is a little bit uncomfortable, they turn their faces and don't recognize people. Opportunities and conditions."

Raphael nodded and pouted:

"But you are the boss, this is your winery."

"Yes!" Dagori said sadly:

"So I can see the truth of this line more than they do, they care about the future of this line more than they do, they are more distressed about the depression of the wine industry than they are, because I am like Dad to them!"

Raphael glanced at the file:

"But you shut down the winery."

Dago froze inside, and then hummed softly:

"No way, the family is warm, the father works harder, if the children are rebellious, disobedient, and ignorant, there is always nothing to do."

"And you know, some people, they are..."

The wine merchant's face hated the iron and steel:

"I shut down the winery. Nine achievements were caused by such delicious lazy workers to raise their wages."

"This kind of person is simply a cancer of the industry and has short-sightedness. I don't know that the most important thing about a job is not salary and treatment, but rising space and development prospects, including exercise value!"

Dagory looked very angry:

"They also don't know how to look at problems from higher compulsion, but know when we bosses are concerned about their salary..."

"Noisy, they know about it, but why don't they think about it when they are in trouble, what if the winery is closed down by them? What if the whole industry is broken up by them? People, not themselves?"

Dagory was tired, and paused.

He exhaled from his nose with regret:

"Now, I can only say that they blame themselves and ask for benevolence."

"Enough is enough," Raphael apparently annoyed his speech:

"We don't care about your business."

The boneless man leaned forward and his tone was indifferent:

"It doesn't matter if you are another shameless and shameless boss."

"We only care about one thing."

Dagori exhaled, with a "finally coming" look on his face, and smiled coldly.

"Well, let's just say it," the wine merchant said contemptuously:

"How many indicators did you give above?"

"How much, how much money can I let go?"

Raphael stared at him with cold eyes.

He said coldly:

"I want to know the real reason why you shut down the winery and quit the wine business."

Dagory was puzzled:

"Why, what?"

Raphael sneered:

"Before Guan Zhang, you said at a private gathering of the Wine Merchants Association that the future wine industry has no future?"

"So would you rather withdraw your funds earlier and run away?"

Dagori's complexion changed first, and then he did not know how:

"I'm not running, I'm just going on vacation abroad..."

But Raphael repeated without emotion:

"answer me."

Dagory froze for a long time, but he finally shook his head.

"I've said all the answers you want...and to be honest, you are suspected of illegal torture..."

Raphael smiled and opened the next document without changing his face:

"In fact, I have a list of bad debts that you have demolished the east wall to fill the west wall over the years, borrowed money, and accumulated."

Dagory's expression changed.

Raphael continued to observe the opponent's watch:

"And a list of your property outside the wine business: six properties led by the central government, two voyage merchant ships docked at Maiden Harbor, a large plantation led by the south bank, a salt drying farm by the cliff land, A large field, two foreign knights bought for a lot of money, your wife's private garden, the positions of your two sons, including the assets of your three mistresses and eight other illegitimate children..."

Seeing Daggery's complexion, Raphael narrowed his eyes:

"If I send them to the taxation hall and the courtroom..."

Dagory swallowed his throat, but he said stiffly:

"Then go."

Raphael frowned.

Dagory left the back of the chair and reached the table, gritted his teeth:

"I can guarantee that no matter where you are, you can only get one answer: it is my legal income, the formalities are complete, and the property rights are clear and clear."

"If you dare to use the official power of the king's officials to blackmail and blackmail, illegally embezzle private property, and do such a vicious thing against a civilian businessman who has no power?"

"Wow, this is a big crime, and it goes against the kingdom's policy of encouraging markets and supporting business for more than a decade."

The wine merchant stared at Raphael fiercely, seeming to return the broken hatred:

"This news is not good to hear. In my capacity, I guarantee that many chambers of commerce will be invited to protest, including a lot of just and enlightened bureaucrats and nobles, and powerful people everywhere, they will all speak out."

"At that time, it's your boss who doesn't want to see me."

Dageri threatens:

"Because you didn't move me, but the cheese of many big people behind you."

"do you understand?"

"Now, whether it is labor disputes or tax issues, you have no reason to detain me."

Raphael closed the file in his hand and began to look at Dagory again, as if for the first time he realized the difficulty of this character.

The latter looked back at him coldly, shaking his shackles.

After a few seconds, Raphael smiled.

His appearance is already handsome, this smile is warm and bright, and it makes people feel good.

The boneless man stood up, took out the key, and opened the shackles for Dagori almost flatteringly:

"Please relax, Mr. Moss, these evidences will not be sent to the Taxation Office or the Judiciary, and we don’t want the people behind you to bother you."

Seeing that the strategy had worked, Daggeri, who was free from the shackles, expressed a happy expression and even more accentuated:

"Very well, in my opinion, you are young and have a promising future, or are there promising future waves-how do you call them?"

But Raphael did not answer, he just continued the topic just now:

"I will only pack these materials and send them to the Emerald City."

Dagory was shocked:

"what?"

Raphael's smile is like a spring rain:

"Yes, to the Iris Castle, to the ruler of the South Bank leader, on the desk of Duke Jane Kevin Deere."

"how is it?"

(End of this chapter)