Super Rich Detective System
Eps. 140 Unpleasant Body
“Maybe it doesn't matter if I drink just a little,” great-grandson Detective Carl, feeling thirsty.
At the table nearby stood now, a variety of wine. It invited him to taste it just a little. His throat feels dry.
In front there is Mr. Noel giving a speech and greeting to the invited guests.
The atmosphere in the garden was great. There was a frenzy of applause from the audience of everyone present.
Glegs! In the end Detective Carl drinks a mouthful of wine, to wet his dry throat even though the owner has not allowed it.
He looked around, instead of listening to Mr. Noel's welcome speech.
It's only fitting that Mr. Noel could be this rich. One factory alone was that big, let alone he had ten wine companies, his decaknya in his heart was unceasingly amazed.
To the east of the vineyard where it is currently located there is a factory, precisely where the processing of wine into wine.
In a day can produce 100 bottles of high quality wine. It can be calculated for itself how much wine it produces in a month not to mention plus 9 other places. Can't be counted on fingers alone, the result.
How fantastic!
“Alright, for everyone present can taste all kinds of wine here. Plus you can all bring one bottle of wine that I have prepared there,” explained Mr. Noel, ending his speech.
There was the sound of applause from all the audience.
After Mr. Noel finished giving his welcome, the invited guests immediately enjoyed the wine available at the table.
“The taste of this wine is more delicious than the one in the villa yesterday,” chirped a.
“Ya, right. I'll taste the others.”
“It feels really good, if only you could take home 3 or 5 bottles,”
“If you can't bring a lot of bottles then you can buy them here, Mr. Andrew. It might be even cheaper,” said Mr. Reed, who was nearby at the time.
“Ya, that's right.” answer the others.
While Detective Carl who was there at that time was just a little chuckle just listening to their conversation.
In another corner of the table, several people gathered.
“Mr Curtis, why don't you drink?” ask the man beside her.
Mr. Curtis was silent at the time. Although she often smiled in response to the invited guest beside her, but she did not touch the wine in the least.
“Sweetie if you miss this wine, come on Sir,” said Mr. Dawn, slow but a little pushy.
He even poured wine into a glass and gave it to Mr. Curtis himself.
“Come on Sir, this is not every day,” refer to Mr. Sandiago.
In the end, Mr. Curtis was forced to drink the wine even though only a little, as a condition.
“If every day were like this,” murmured Mr. Dawn smiled widely and refilled his empty glass with wine.
Two hours later, some of the bottles on the table were empty. Besides that, the sun is also rising.
“Mr everyone, after this I will take you to go to the wine processing place,” explained Mr. Noel, again giving a little briefing.
Done giving the briefing of the invited guests and then led to the wine processing place, which was seen by Detective Carl.
The invitations walked in sweat towards that place which was to the east of this vineyard.
“Mr Curtis, where are you going?” detective Carl asks, when he accidentally crosses paths with the man.
“I'd like to go back to the room. My body feels bad,” he replied, then immediately headed to the room when the others headed to the factory.
Detective Carl just nodded in response because Mr. Curtis's face looked pale.
At the wine processing site, all invited guests enter the factory and see the screening process until the packaging of wine products.
“Full also long-time here,” grumbled Detective Carl. “Perhaps if a short walk out does not matter,” he added.
The man then walked sneaking from the others out of the factory. He headed to the back of the factory, where there was a vineyard.
Whose voice is that? inwardly, hearing the voice of someone's conversation ahead there.
Out of curiosity, Detective Carl stops his steps in the distance, and stops behind a large tree by the side of the road, to disguise his whereabouts.
“Why are you so slow in acting?” ask a guy, rude.
“All planned as before, just relax.”
Who are they really? detective Carl's inner self again, who listened to the two men's conversation clearly.
He continued his steps home and headed to that place to see who had spoken.
“Nobody. Where are they?” he found that he was only there.
In the middle of the crowd, no one knew at that time that there was a man who also came out of the wine processing factory leading to the villa.
“Happy are you all, while you can smile.”
The man reviewed a smile, then buried his hat and walked back to the villa.