"Uncle Wood..." The office door was suddenly pushed open, and Colt looked at the visitor with a fierce expression. Just as he was about to say something ugly, one of the two people who came in took off his bowler hat and showed his meticulous and greasy hair. As long as he saw this hair, Colt knew who the person was, because he was so familiar with this head. He quickly stood up, spoke at the same time, and looked respectful. He hurriedly walked over to take Wood's hat and windbreaker and hung it on the hanger on one side.

Although Wood doesn't like this cheap nephew, he has to admit that even if you show disgust and speak ill of bad words to him, he can shake his head and tail and stick his tongue around you. This shameless guy has reached the highest level of a shameless person. His face calmed a little, and he looked at Colt's office. Since he became rich, Wood, who claims to be a decent person, has always dressed himself like a gentleman, and has strict requirements on himself and the lives of the people around him like a gentleman.

There are two bookcases with glass windows in the office, which is very good. Books are the steps of human progress, and reading more books is good for people. There are specimens of male antelope hanging on the walls, and the huge horns are hideous and terrifying. In nature, even carnivorous beasts will avoid them when they see a majestic ram. However, hanging here means that in nature, for people, it is still weak.

The pretty sophisticated office made Wood nodded with satisfaction. He walked to the desk and sat down directly. Colt greeted the followers beans around Wood while grinding coffee beans for Wood, "It's rare for you to come here once. Is there anything I need to do? As long as you speak, it must be a matter of one sentence, and I will definitely work hard to do it." As for whether the effort can be done, that is another matter. Many times, if you give, you may not necessarily have to be rewarded.

Wood had long been accustomed to Colt's habit of being cheating. If his wife hadn't liked this nephew very much, he would have sent Colt to the meat-dished factory.

"Do you have first love and snow elves here?" Wood put his hands on the table, looking at Colt.

Colt nodded without any slightest refusal and said, "Yes, I have only purchased a batch recently, and I have almost used up all my savings!" He looked a little sighed, "Although the things are expensive, the sales are pretty good. Why, do you know this newly launched wine?"

Wood has a good temper. If he was ten years younger, he would immediately pick up the crystal ashtray weighing more than ten pounds on the table and smash it over. It wasn't that I came to pay back the money, and it was even more impossible to borrow money from you. What does it mean to say that he had no money as soon as he spoke?

Taking a deep breath, these are trivial matters, not worthy of his anger, he asked, "Do you know the Gualte named Graf?"

When Wood asked Graf, Colt understood that Wood had nothing to do with him this time, and the smile on his face became more sincere. While putting the coffee pot on the fire, he walked to the chair beside him and sat down. "Of course I know that Graf is a little famous among the Gualtes, and is a warm-hearted person. He is now the one who is in charge of the first love and the snow elves' business."

Wood looked at Colt, "Good, you can tell him that first love and the snow elves have sold out, so he can send another batch."

Colt was stunned and immediately understood what was going on. He knew very well about the business that Wood was doing. He heard from his aunt that he had dealt with Wood. It was precisely because he knew what Wood was doing that he was not worried that this war would involve him at all. With Wood's connections and means, it was enough to make the people behind Graff bow their heads honestly.

Thinking of this, Colt's heart became hot. He moved his chair forward and asked with curiosity and conciseness: "Have he offended you? What a damn Guarte, a bastard in the country!" He cursed Graff a few times, and then continued: "I have no opinion on dealing with Graff... But after that, can the agent of this new product be allowed to do it?"

The original extinguished mind surged again, even stronger than before. If he could get the support of Wood this time, he could become a new player in Trère City second only to the Big Three with these two wines, which was very attractive to him. However, when he saw Wood look at him with disgust, he shook his head and knew that there was no chance.

He leaned on the chair a little lazy and said with anger: "Uncle Wood, it's not that I don't want to help you. You should have heard from me just now. My working capital is pressed on this batch of goods, so I don't have the money to pay for the new batch of wine for the time being."

If you can't get too much benefit, then drink some soup first. Besides, it will cost a lot of money to buy the goods once. For the previous one, although I only gave one-third of the deposit, it was a considerable number!

Sure enough, Wood's eyes twitched twice, took out the checkbook and looked up at Colt. The expression on his face showed that he hated Colt as much as he hated Colt. Colt smiled indifferently, "Ten thousand five!"

"Are you talking to me like that?" Wood frowned, and a drop of ink beads dripped onto the checkbook. He only heard that it seemed like it was more than ten yuan per bottle, but no matter how you calculate it, it would be impossible to cost 15,000 yuan?

Colt looked innocent, "It's just a hundred boxes... and uncle, maybe you can earn this money back!"

The money is not small, but what Carter said is no problem. The money was given to Graff. As long as he touched his superiors, Graff and his superiors would not need to continue to live. The money would naturally be shocked and returned to his pocket. He changed into a large-value check book, wrote a check of 6,000 yuan, and threw it to Colt, "This is a deposit. Do you think I have not done business in person?"

Colt smiled and didn't dare to retaliate. He picked up the check and flicked it, put it in his pocket with a smile. At the same time, he walked to the corridor outside the office door and pulled a rope hard. The other end of the rope was behind the bar. Every time he pulled the rope, the bell hanging there would be remembered, and the staff in the bar would come over when they heard it.

After a while, a short big boy ran over while wiping his hands with a towel, "Mr. Colt!"

"Come a Guarte on the way and tell them to tell Graff to bring him a hundred boxes of wine, and I will give you enough deposit." Colt said, and took out two fifty-ten coins from his pocket. He first put one into the big boy's hand, "This is the benefit of letting you run errands." Then he put the other one in, "This is for you to give to those Guartes, they won't run errands for you without anything, do you understand?"

The big boy nodded excitedly, grabbed two coins and ran out.

Most Gualtes live on King's Avenue, not very far from here. The name King's Avenue may sound like a rich area, but in fact, those who live on King's Avenue are poor, which is a slum. People living in slums basically know or have heard of the families living nearby. However, as wealthy people living in Maixiang Garden, they may not even know how many people live opposite their homes.

The richer you are, the colder you are. This is a common problem in almost all worlds.

The big boy soon found a Guarte and gave him twenty, "Please tell Graff that the Wild Rose Bar requires a hundred boxes of wine."

When Graff looked at the child who was only about seven or eight years old and told him that the Wild Rose Bar needed a hundred boxes of wine, he had an inexplicable feeling that someone was cheating him, right? After he asked clearly, he realized that it turned out that an adult gave him five cents to bring the message to Graff. Fortunately, the child had a certain sense of mission, otherwise...
Chapter completed!