"Okay, I'll help you with this."

Without explaining to Akemi, the old know-it-all, Guangyou simply handed over the bouquet of roses.

After taking the roses, Akemi told Kōyū, "If you change your mind, just send me a text message," and then walked into the room with the roses in her arms.

"Bang."

He also closed the door.

Although he was curious about Ai's reaction, Kousuke didn't have the habit of eavesdropping.

Sitting back on the sofa, Guangyou continued editing the text message.

The text message was short, and he quickly edited and sent it.

Instead of sitting there waiting for Ai's reply, he got up and went to the window.

He reached out and drew back the curtains, gazing at the starry sky outside the window, and murmured to himself:

"I hope everything goes well."

Of course, I'm talking about the distillery.

Only after the distillery is under control can life truly be peaceful.

Instead of the current situation, where things appear calm on the surface but are actually turbulent underneath.

He seems quite relaxed, but actually...

He is indeed very relaxed.

If a few organizations can unite, he can slack off.

The slightest remaining danger can be completely ignored.

cough cough...

Just kidding.

This matter did put some pressure on him, but not much.

At first, he was thinking of the kind of plot from novels where someone single-handedly confronts a massive criminal organization, but after rational analysis, he realized:

The distillery has so many enemies, he's not the only one.

Moreover, the distillery's enemies and its friends are both official organizations.

He was just an ordinary person with decent skills.

Without mastering the family's martial arts to the extreme, capable of tearing tigers and leopards apart, lacking internal energy, and without a system or those special techniques from Japanese anime, one cannot achieve true mastery.

One person simply cannot manage a winery.

With these organizations, he could even coast through the whole process.

It's enough to just show up occasionally to make your presence known.

Adhering to the core concept of "buying soy sauce, but serving dog food".

Gazing at the twinkling stars in the night sky, Kwangyu murmured to himself again:

"That's what we say, but we still need to keep busy for a while."

The "slacking off plan" makes him feel relaxed, but he can't relax yet.

The plan is still just a plan; there's no sign of it succeeding yet.

Recalling the first step of this plan, Kwangyu stroked his chin, deep in thought:

"Speaking of which..."

"How should I persecute my brother-in-law, Shuichi Akai?"

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