Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 77: Wine Merchant
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Thyls frowned, trying to forget the discomfort that night had caused.
He looked at Morat in a trance, but couldn't help thinking of Crown Prince Midil who had never met.
It's hard to imagine that the man who was also in a wheelchair, the man whom Gilbert, Gini or even the Black Prophet praised, strategized between the conversation and laughter, completely changing the rules of the game in the Dragon Kingdom.
But Thales thought of the stone urns in the tomb of the stars.
As a prince, heir to the kingdom, he failed to save himself.
At this moment, on the other side of the interrogation room, the door was slammed open.
Thyls came back to his senses: a man with luxurious clothes but black hood and handcuffed hands was brutally escorted in by two big men and came to Raphael.
"No matter who you are or what you want to do, we can talk about it..."
The man staggered all the way, embarrassed, but still trying to convince him.
Unfortunately, the big guys were unmoved. They rudely pushed the man onto a chair, then pulled up the chain with the handcuffs, and set the handcuffs in a ring on the table, but did not remove his headgear. .
"Who is that?" Thales whispered in doubt.
But Morat just raised a finger to signal him to stay calm.
The **** left the interrogation room without looking back, leaving only the man's nervous gasps in the room.
Until Raphael walked coldly behind him, he tore off the black headgear of the man in Chinese clothes.
Seeing the light at first glance, the subject squinted in embarrassment and turned his head. It took a minute to adjust.
He looked at Raphael who was left in the room.
"Where am I? Who are you?"
Men are middle-aged, with messy hair styles and bruises on their faces. Obviously, they were not treated well before.
"Forget it..."
But seeing the light again finally made the man feel at ease. He observed his surroundings and cleared his throat:
"But I strongly recommend that you let me go-before things get worse."
"My fish is too big for you to eat."
Raphael did not answer, but sat down opposite to himself, staring at each other coldly with a pair of red eyes.
The man chuckled and pulled the shackles on his hands, driving the chain to rattle
"Ha, it's kind of like that..."
"Come on, buddy, is it the Blood Bottle Gang or the Brotherhood?"
Thyls looked at the Black Prophet suspiciously, but the latter was there, and he seemed not interested in interrogation.
Although described as embarrassed, the person on trial seems to gradually regained his tolerance. He has a confident tone and knows his mind:
"For the Blood Bottle Gang, I and Catherine are old friends. We were old acquaintances when we were in the South Bank. We are not ordinary ‘familiar’, hehe..."
Raphael remained silent.
The man's smile narrowed slightly.
"If it is the Brotherhood..."
The subject leaned back in his chair and shook his head and twitched:
"That would be better."
"I know Qin Cha. He is a man who has experienced many battles. There is also La Zanqi, the'wolf head'. I knew him when he was dumping goods on the street and almost joined him. Fat Morris Also do business with me..."
But the Desolate Man seems to have made up his mind not to speak, and only has a pair of eyes staring at each other.
"If neither is..."
The man calculated, his face changed again.
"That was specifically for me."
The trial subject left the back of his chair and looked at Raphael's eyes seriously:
"Who is your employer?"
"Let me guess: Fragrance Chamber of Commerce? Carpenters' Union? Or a nobleman who has misunderstood? Or which innocent country boy?"
But the man thought of something, his eyes moved:
"I see."
"You guys hired by my mud legs?"
He leaned back in his chair and snorted.
"They thought it would be possible... well, listen, the group of people who hired you was very poor, no matter how much they gave, one hundred or two hundred, one thousand or two thousand, I will give it all Double."
The man raised his hand freely and gestured to Raphael with the shackles.
Raphael is unmoved.
The man frowned:
"If you are not doing this for money, for example, for the sake of humanity, or you are their relatives, then listen to my advice: it's not worth it, you helped them, but you put yourself in ……"
Although the situation is terrible, men’s words are habitually arrogant.
"No." Raphael interrupted him with a bad tone:
"We are not gangsters robbing, nor are we seeking revenge from another family, let alone taking money to eliminate disasters."
The Desolate Man presses the table, leaning forward, staring at the subject:
"We serve the kingdom."
Getting an unexpected answer, the subject was taken aback.
"Serving the Kingdom..."
The man read it silently several times, then he laughed loudly.
"People from the public house?"
"Very good, you may not know, but I am the most law-abiding kingdom citizen and a big taxpayer."
"So where is this? Which security service? You are a plainclothes security officer? How do you call it? Where do you serve?"
He relaxes, tilts his head to look at Raphael, and smiles maliciously:
"The most important thing is, who is your boss?"
Raphael has no expression on his face:
"You don't want to see my boss."
Beyond the glass, Thales couldn't help but glanced at Morat.
The man squinted his eyes, shrewdness appeared in his eyes:
"Oh, you can't tell you that."
Raphael twitched at the corner of his mouth and opened a stack of files from the table on his own:
"Your name?"
After knowing the back of the other party, the man became very comfortable, and his attitude was a lot lazy, and he didn't care about the problem of the ridiculous man:
"And I have a lot of friends in the Security Service, many big people, the director of the West City Security Service, Lord Robik Dilla..."
Raphael sighed.
The Scavenger closed the documents silently, took them off the table in an orderly manner, and raised the volume to repeat:
"Name?"
The man shook his head:
"I am also the honorary director of the Central Liquor Merchants Association..."
The next second, Raphael's left hand turned into an afterimage!
He grabbed the chain that handcuffed the man to the table and pulled his hand back.
Boom!
Apparently, the interrogated person has been pampered and at ease for a long time. He was torn from the seat when he couldn't react. First, his waist hit the edge of the table, and then his nose hit the table hard.
The man screamed in pain, with blood running through his nose.
He wanted to get up and look up, but Raphael grabbed his hair and held the back of his head, squeezing it on the table.
"Name."
Raphael smiled calmly.
The man on the table is struggling, his expression is distorted and desperate:
"You **** little--"
Raphael grabbed the man's head, pointed his nose at the table, and smashed again.
Boom!
The man trembled, gritted his teeth and grunted.
"Name."
Raphael still smiled.
The man’s face was bright red and spitting, but his stiffness was beyond expectation:
"I know this process, starting with simple questions, so that the prisoners are used to answering..."
Without waiting for him to finish, Raphael used his hands to turn the man's head, pressing the subject's bleeding nose firmly on the table, rolling it back and forth.
The man let out a muffled howling like a pig.
Thyls, who was observing all this, frowned, but the black prophet on one side laughed low, and the black veined vines on his knees also trembled.
Raphael’s next sentence is an understatement, like a lover’s babble:
"Last name...First name..."
But the other party is different.
"Fuck, fuck—Mos! Moss!"
In the severe pain, the man cursed, but he answered happily:
"Dagori Moss!"
He hummed and protested:
"Please! You are so serious about working hard, did you pay for overtime work!"
The corner of Raphael's mouth raised slightly, and the Desolate Man at that moment looked evil.
He let go of his hand, and the trial subject named Dagori was able to sit back in his seat, clutching his nose and gasping for breath, angrily:
"Fuck! Damn it!"
Raphael retrieved the file, but he frowned as he looked at the sticky thing on the desk mixed with blood, tears and tears.
He moved the stool, and finally put down the file in the corner of the desktop:
"What do you do?"
Dagori glared back viciously while holding his nose:
"What do you do! New temporary worker? Hs, wait—"
Dago's face changed, and he quickly stopped Raphael who was pulling the chains again.
"Answer me," The Wilderness smiled cheerfully and shook the half-struck chain:
"Or answer it."
Dagory looked at Raphael seriously, and finally confirmed the other's eyes.
"Wine."
The person on trial exhaled as if confessing his fate and answered happily.
"I am a wine merchant, I make wine, and I also sell wine-I sell wine in the capital, and many of the customers are high-ranking nobles..."
Dagori swallowed his throat, keeping his eyes on the chains in Raphael's hands:
"You know, buddy, the more you are responsible for the abuse of lynching, which is usually nothing, but if someone wants to engage you from the inside, this is a good reason to expel public office..."
"Mr. Moss," Raphael ignored him at all and opened the file:
"A lot of the orchards, wineries, warehouses and shops under your name, including other related industries, have recently closed down?"
Dagory rolled his eyes to see the contents of the file, but Raphael raised his head, and the man quickly turned his eyes away.
"If you are looking for tax problems, you can give up now."
Dagori cleared his throat and returned to a familiar field. He became comfortable again, with ease:
"The City Hall, the Security Department, the Finance and Taxation Department, the City Defense Team, the Department of Discipline and Discipline, and all the departments in the capital can prove that I am a law-abiding man and a good person who repairs bridges and repairs roads. If I go to the trial seat, I can hire The best defenders, many high-ranking officials will be willing to come forward to guarantee me, and even testify in court."
"In fact, not only did I pay enough tax, I also paid ‘a lot’ more, you know, ‘a lot’."
He stared at Raphael, smiling slyly and arrogantly-it's just that the smashed bright red nose more or less ruined his image.
The chain on Raphael's hand is tight again:
"Then Mr. Moss, why have you closed so many wineries and shops in the last few weeks and laid off a large number of workers?"
Dagori stared at the chains, his expression a little ugly:
"Well, let's be gentle-I'm a businessman, why can I close Zhang Zhang? Of course, the market is not good."
Raphael raised his eyes:
"But you are a large wine merchant who can count on the central government, and a banquet wine supplier for many families."
Dagory raised his brows and smiled confidently:
"Ha, so you know."
Raphael still ignores him:
"So, many people working in your winery industry, farmers, workers, craftsmen, folks, including several investment partners and some upstream and downstream raw material dealers, as well as distributors, bulk wine merchants, a whole number Number person."
Raphael looked at Dagori:
"They plan to jointly file a complaint and send you to the trial bench."
The look of the wine merchant changed, first with indignation, then with disdain.
"Ha, I knew it."
He sighed hard, his eyes fierce:
"Those boys, ungrateful mud legs..."
On this side of the one-way glass, Thales frowned and looked at the Black Prophet:
"This guy is an old and cunning businessman, but I don't understand, why should I come to see this?"
"Relax, Your Highness," Morat raised his finger to his lips, and said softly:
"Some things are small, but you can see the big in the small, and some roles are small, but they can reach everywhere."
Thyls was startled.
On the other side of the room, Raphael smiled slightly:
"Then, Mr. Moss, do you know why they are suing you?"
"Why?"
Dagory seems to have regained his confidence:
"You know, recently the wine market has been sluggish and the sales are not good. My capital turnover is a bit bad. For the cost, I have to transfer the industry and make a difficult choice-shutting down some wineries. This is just one of them. "
Raphael squinted his eyes:
"Really?"
Dagori seems to have not heard Raphael’s suspicion, and still talks freely:
"During this process, a handful of employees and I may have some small differences on the issue of salary payment..."
Raphael sneered coldly:
"So, you owe the wages of your subordinates for a long time, and you even owe the money to your partners, including the purchase money and security deposits for upstream and downstream. It is not the usual deduction for crushing, just forget it?"
Dagory's expression turned cold.
He stared at the chain held in Raphael's hand, and explained carefully and patiently:
"In arrears? Listen, I admit, I have slightly changed the calculation method of the money including the time limit..."
Raphael interrupted him:
"So you want to roll your money and run away?"
Dagory frowned, his righteous words:
"Run? Hey, I'm just out of town for a holiday-I will say that no matter who comes, you guys never want to confess illegally."
Raphael sneered:
"But the people you owe money to, especially the workers, don't think so."
Dagori frowned and stared at Raphael for a while, earnestly said:
"Listen, I bear the cost, creativity and approach. They put out their labor, craftsmanship and time. The boss and the staff work together to make the best wine and work towards a goal."
"So the business of the winery is not only mine, but also everyone's. We are like a family."
"When the family has gone through setbacks and hardships, everyone in the family should understand each other and overcome the difficulties together!"
He stared at his eyes, tapped his fingers on the tabletop, as if he was going to teach the person in front of him a lesson:
"But some people just don’t understand. They are small and have no overall view. They can’t endure a bit of hardship. They just turn their faces and don’t recognize people because their salary is lower and life is not going well. The opportunities and conditions they provide."
Raphael nodded and curled his lips:
"But you are the boss, this is your winery."
"That's right!" Dagori said with a heartache:
"So I can see the truth of this industry better than them, care about the future of this industry more than them, and feel more sad about the depression of the wine industry than them, because I am like a father to them!"
Raphael glanced at the file:
"But you closed the winery."
Dago got stagnant inside, then hummed softly:
"No way, no matter how warm the family is, no matter how hard the father is, if the children are rebellious, unobedient and sensible, they will always be helpless."
"And you know, some people, they are..."
The wine merchant hates iron and steel:
"I shut down the winery, and the nine achievements were made by such lazy and lazy workers to raise their wages."
"This kind of person is simply a cancer of the industry, short-sighted, and I don't know that the most important thing in a job is not salary and treatment, but the room for improvement and development prospects, including the value of exercise!"
Dagory looked very angry:
"They also don't know how to look at things from a higher level of compulsive ass. We need to know when bosses like us have cared about our salary..."
"They know about trouble, but they don’t think about it when they make trouble. What if the winery is closed down by them one day? What if the entire industry is broken up by them? Who pays the bill, are they not themselves?"
Dagori was tired of speaking and paused.
He exhales from his nose, regretful:
"Now, I can only say that they take the blame for themselves and seek benevolence and benevolence."
"Enough," Raphael obviously bored his speech:
"We don't care about your business."
The Desolate Man leaned forward and his tone was cold:
"It doesn't even care if you are another unscrupulous boss."
"We only care about one thing."
Dagori exhaled, with a "finally here" expression on his face, and smiled coldly.
"Well, let's get it straight," the wine merchant said contemptuously:
"How many indicators did you give?"
"How much will it cost and how much will it cost me?"
Raphael stared at him, his eyes cold.
He said coldly:
"I want to know, the real reason you shut down the winery and quit the wine business."
Dagory was puzzled:
"What, what?"
Raphael sneered:
"Before Guan Zhang, you said in a private gathering of the Wine Merchants Association that the future of the wine industry has no future?"
"So I would rather divest and run away?"
Dagory's expression changed first, and then he became angry:
"I am not running away, just going abroad for vacation..."
But Raphael repeated without emotion:
"Answer me."
Dagory was startled for a long time, but he finally shook his head.
"I have 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 accumulated over the years by tearing down the east wall to make up the west wall, borrowing money around the ring."
Dagory's expression changed.
Raphael continued while observing the opponent's watch:
"And a list of your property outside of the wine business: six properties in the central region, two long-distance merchant ships calling at Maiden’s Harbor, in the large plantation in the southern region, in the salt drying plant in the cliff, in the blade A large field in the collar circle, two foreign knighthoods bought heavily, your wife’s private garden, the positions of your two sons, including the assets of your three mistresses and eight other illegitimate children..."
Looking at Dagori’s complexion, Raphael narrowed his eyes:
"If I send them to the Finance and Taxation Hall and the Judgment Hall..."
Dagori swallowed his throat, but he still said very hard:
"Go ahead then."
Raphael frowned.
Dagori left the back of the chair, reached the tabletop, gritted his teeth:
"I can guarantee that no matter where you are, you will only get one answer: that is my legal income, the formalities are complete, and the property rights are clear."
"If you dare to use the name of the king's official power to blackmail, illegally embezzle private property, and do such a vicious thing against a powerless civilian businessman?"
"Wow, this is a serious crime, and it is contrary to the kingdom's policy of encouraging the market and supporting business for more than ten years."
The wine merchant stared at Raphael fiercely, as if to return the hatred of his broken nose:
"This news is not good to hear. In my capacity, I promise that many chambers of commerce will lodge a protest, including many just and enlightened bureaucrats and nobles, and powerful people everywhere. They will speak out."
"By then, your boss doesn't want to see me anymore."
Dagori language is threatening:
"Because you are not me, but the cheese of many big people behind you."
"Understand?"
"Now, whether it is a labor dispute or a tax issue, you have no reason to detain me."
Raphael closed the document in his hand and started to look at Dagori again, seeming to realize the difficulty of this character for the first time.
The latter looked back at him coldly and shook the shackles on his hands.
A few seconds later, Raphael smiled.
His appearance is already handsome, and his smile is warm and bright, and it is even more pleasant.
The Skeleton stood up, took out the key, and almost pleasedly opened the shackles for Dagori:
"Please relax, Mr. Moss~IndoMTL.com~These evidences will not be sent to the Finance and Taxation Hall or the Trial Hall, and we don't want the people behind you to be bothered."
Seeing that the strategy has worked, Dagoli, who is free from the bondage, smiles with joy, and even more accents:
"Very well, in my opinion, you are young and have a bright future, but are you still a promising back wave-how do you call it?"
But Rafael did not answer, he just continued the topic just now:
"I will only pack these materials and files and send them to Emerald City."
Dagori was taken aback:
"What?"
Raphael’s smile is like spring and rain:
"Yes, send it to Iris Castle, and send it to the desk of the ruler of the South Bank, Duke Jan Kevin Deere."
"How?"
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