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

Dagory frowned and stared at Raphael for a while, then said seriously:

"Listen, I bear the cost, creativity and approach, and they contribute their 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, but also everyone's. We are like a family."

"When a family experiences setbacks and hardships, everyone in the family should understand each other and overcome the difficulties together!"

He stared at his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table, as if he wanted to teach the person in front of him a lesson:

"But some people just don't understand. They are narrow-minded and have no overall perspective. They can't bear the slightest hardship. Just because their salary is a little less and their life is slightly unsatisfactory, they turn against others and don't care about what I provide them.

Opportunities and conditions.”

Raphael nodded and curled his lips:

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

"That's right!" Dagoli said sadly:

"So I can see the truth of this industry better than they do, care more about the future of this industry than they do, and feel more sad about the depression of the wine industry than they do, because I am like a father to them!"

Raphael glanced at the document:

"But you closed the winery."

Dagoli's expression froze, and then he hummed softly:

"There is no way. No matter how warm the family is, no matter how hard the father works, if the children are rebellious, disobedient and ignorant, there will always be nothing we can do."

"And you know, some people, they're just..."

The wine merchant looked like he hated iron for not becoming steel:

"When I closed down the winery, 90% of the time it was because of these lazy workers who were clamoring for a raise."

"This kind of person is simply a cancer in the industry. They are short-sighted and don't know that the most important thing about a job is not the salary and treatment, but the room for advancement and development prospects, including the value of exercise!"

Dagory looked very angry:

"They don't know how to look at the problem from a higher level of bullshit. You have to know when we, the bosses, have ever cared about our own salary..."

"They know how to make trouble, but why don't they think about it when they make trouble? What if the winery is shut down by them one day? What if the entire industry is broken up by them? The unlucky ones will be the ones who pay for it.

People, aren’t they themselves?”

Dagoli felt tired and paused.

He exhaled through his nose with regret on his face:

"Now, I can only say that they brought it upon themselves, and they will be rewarded if they ask for mercy."

"That's enough," Raphael said, obviously tired of listening to his speech:

"We don't care about your business."

The Desolate Skeleton Man leaned forward and spoke in an indifferent tone:

"I don't care if you are just another shameless and unscrupulous boss."

"We only care about one thing."

Dagoli breathed out, with a "finally here" look on his face, and smiled coldly.

"Okay, let's just talk about it," the wine merchant said contemptuously:

"How many indicators did your superiors give you?"

"How much does it cost to let me go?"

Raphael stared at him with cold eyes.

He said coldly:

"I want to know the real reason why you closed the winery and exited the wine industry."

Dagori was confused for a moment:

"Wha, what?"

Raphael sneered:

"Before the closure, you said in a private meeting of the Wine Merchants Association that the future of the wine industry has no future?"

"So you would rather divest your investment and run away as soon as possible?"

Dagoli's expression changed at first, and then he said angrily:

"I'm not running away, I'm just going abroad for a vacation..."

But Raphael repeated without emotion:

"answer me."

Dagoli was stunned for a long time, but he finally shook his head.

"I have told you 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 expression:

"In fact, I have a list of bad debts that you have accumulated over the years by tearing down the east wall to pay for the west wall and borrowing money from time to time."

Dagori's expression changed.

Raphael continued while observing the other party's expression:

"And a list of your properties outside the wine business: six properties in the Central Territory, two voyage merchant ships calling at Port Maiden, a large plantation in the South Coast Territory, a salt drying farm in the Cliff Territory, and a property in the Blade Territory.

A large piece of land, two foreign titles bought with a lot of money, your wife's private garden, the positions of your two sons, including the assets in the name of your three mistresses and eight other illegitimate children..."

Watching Dagori's expression change, Raphael narrowed his eyes:

"If I send them to the Department of Finance and Taxation and the Court of Justice..."

Dagory swallowed his throat, but he still said firmly:

"Then go."

Raphael frowned.

Dagoli left the back of his chair, leaned on the table, gritted his teeth and said:

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

"What if you dare to use the public power of the king's officials to extort money, illegally embezzle private property, and do such vicious things to a powerless civilian businessman?"

"Wow, this is a big crime, and it goes against 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 he wanted to take revenge for his broken nose:

"It's not nice for this news to spread. In my capacity, I guarantee that many chambers of commerce will protest, including many just and enlightened bureaucrats and nobles, as well as powerful people from all over the country. They will all speak out."

"By then, your boss won't want to see me anymore."

Dagori language carries threats:

"Because it's not me you're touching, but the cheese of many big people behind me."

"do you understand?"

"Now, whether it's a labor dispute or a tax issue, you have no reason to detain me."

Raphael closed the document in his hand and began to look at Dagory again, seeming to realize for the first time how difficult this character was.

The latter looked back at him coldly and shook the shackles on his hands.

After a few seconds, Raphael smiled.

His appearance is already handsome, and his smile is warm and bright, which makes people even more fond of him.

The Desolate Bone Man stood up, took out the key, and opened the shackles for Dagory almost in a flattering manner:

"Please relax, Mr. Moss, these evidences will not be sent to the Department of Finance and Taxation or the Trial Hall, and we don't want the people behind you to be troubled."

Seeing that the strategy worked, Dagoli, who was freed from the restraints, had a happy expression and became even more expressive:

"Very good. In my opinion, you are young and have a bright future. You are still a promising back wave - what should I call you?"

But Raphael didn't answer, he just continued the topic:

"I will just pack these materials and documents and send them to Emerald City."

Dagoli was stunned:

"What?"

Raphael’s smile is like spring breeze:

"Yes, send it to Iris Castle, and send it to the desk of the ruler of the South Coast Territory, Duke Jenn Kelvindir."
Chapter completed!