Chapter 58 Temptation
The bartender held the silver coin in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at the guys in the northeast corner who were about to make a move, and suddenly said: "For the sake of this silver coin, let me remind you, you have to be careful when you go out."
Hearing this nonsense, Sis smiled even more happily, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then shouted again: "Thank you, one more drink!" Seeing
Sis' drunken look, the bartender said, He shook his head and said nothing. He didn't break the rules. If you want to die yourself, you can't blame others.
Immediately, the second large glass of wine was held in front of Sith again.
Sith just sat there, relying on his powerful body as a magician, and continued to drink. He really did not refuse anyone who came, drinking like water. The bartender's eyes that were originally looking at the dead have gradually become bigger than a copper bell. big!
If it wasn't too inappropriate, he would want to come up and touch Sith's belly to see where all the wine went. Even if you have a good capacity for drinking, you can't possibly hold so much wine in your belly! ! !
And Sith was sitting there, with no hint of drunkenness in his eyes. It seemed that the more he drank, the brighter his eyes became!
Until now...
The bartender stood there hesitating for a long time, looking at Sith who was still drinking, and then at the empty bucket on the side. He really didn't know what to do. After all, this was the first time in history!
Sis drank the wine in his hand again, and in a blink of an eye, the bartender over there didn't bring any more wine.
"Hey!! What's going on with you!" Sith shouted over there.
"Are you afraid that I have no money? Let me tell you, I have plenty of money. I can just buy your pub! Why don't you serve wine?" Since I have never seen how a real boss pretends to be , so Sis had to imitate the appearance of the nouveau riche coal boss whom he had met several times in his previous life, and would always say, I will buy you.
Alas, I accidentally exposed my lack of education. Every day... the
bartender said with a bitter look on his face: "This guest, you drank all the wine in our tavern!"
Huh? Why is it gone? Sis stared at a pair of dead eyes and asked the bartender: "Is it because there is too little wine in your tavern, or are you lying to me? I can tell you, if you can't satisfy me, I will tear down your tavern." Believe it or not!"
The bartender's face became even more bitter, like a ripe bitter melon. He pointed at the drunkards around him who had stopped drinking and looked at the Sith blankly and said, "Ask everyone, how much have you drunk? Wine, you have drank all the wine in the tavern!"
Sith turned his head, looked at the eyes staring at him, and asked: "Is it like he said, that I really drank a lot of wine? "
Everyone around them nodded collectively, more uniformly than they had been trained to do, but the next second, Sith's words made everyone fall head over heels.
"I feel like I haven't drunk..."
But since I haven't drunk anymore, I won't hang around here. Anyway, my goal has been achieved.
"Okay then." Sis pointed at the bartender and said, "Tell me how much money I still have to pay for the drinks?"
The bartender spread his hands and said, "Sir, one gold coin is enough. Some of the wines you just drank were particularly good. The wine is first-class wine!"
Sith seemed to be getting drunk, and his eyes began to blur: "Ah, isn't it just a gold coin? Come on, come on, get it." After saying this, he handed over the baggage. He opened it, took out another gold coin and handed it over, deliberately letting others see the rest of the gold in the bag!
The bartender resisted the urge to stab the drunkard in front of him and grab his baggage, and reached out to take the gold coins handed over by him.
He wanted to say something, but when he raised his head, he saw the cold eyes of the foursome in the northeast corner with serious warnings, so he could only lower his head again.
Sith tied up the bundle and put it on his back again. He stood up unsteadily, as if he was extremely drunk, and sat down again. After struggling a few times, he couldn't stand up.
Several people who had been staring at Sith for a long time brightened up when they saw this, and then they squeezed over directly. A big man with a scar on his face came directly to help Sith, and he weighed the baggage on his back, his face A joy.
"Come on, sir, you can't walk anymore, our brothers will take you away." The scar-faced man said while winking wildly at his three brothers.
The three brothers understood and stepped forward, half supporting and half forcefully pulling Sis out of the door.
"Ouch!" Sith suddenly shouted. Maybe some big man didn't pay attention and pulled him painfully.
At this moment, Sis squatted down and refused to leave, no matter how much the scar-faced man said good things to him, he just kept playing hard.
The scar-faced man glared hard at his brother who was hurting Sith. Then, regardless of Sith's screams, the four of them lifted up Sith and walked away. They kept saying something like "You" If you drink too much, we will take you to sober up.
Others in the tavern just watched all this happen, watching Sith being forcibly carried away.
After only being quiet for a short while, the place became lively again, various sounds started to sound again, and the bartender took out barrel after barrel of wine again, which was like a grand scene in the world.
No one cared where those people took the businessman. No one even cares about who the businessman is, but there are more things to talk about here. For example, a guy who is particularly good at drinking passes by, but in the end, the bartender has to lie to him that he has no more drinks before letting him leave...
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Here , the four big men ignored the Sith's screams and carried him directly to the pier. One step further was the vast sea. This was also the place where they often used to dump corpses. As long as they killed the person and threw it into the sea, the god Unknowingly, this kind of rich guy passing by is the best fat sheep!
The scarred-faced man in the lead pulled the baggage from Sith's back, opened it, and was instantly blinded by the golden light inside.
After swallowing his saliva, the big man looked at the three brothers blankly and said, "This is really a big fat sheep."
The three brothers understood and looked at the ordinary baggage with fire in their eyes. No one looked at it anymore. Go see the Sith lying on the ground seemingly drunk to death.
Several people gathered around to unpack their bags and looked at the gold coins greedily. They really felt that this was the most beautiful thing in the world, but suddenly a voice sounded, which made the hot hearts of several people freeze instantly.
"You four, don't you know that's my thing..."
The scar-faced man put away the baggage and looked at Shi Shiran, who was standing up, as if nothing happened.
"Fourth, how do you do your job? Didn't I tell you to start quickly?" The scar-faced man shouted urgently to Fourth.
The man called Lao Si was a bald man in short clothes. Hearing this, he touched his bare forehead and said to the scar-faced man in surprise: "Boss, I gave him three swords. How is this possible?" I just saw the blood coming out with my own eyes."
When the scar-faced man heard this, he saw that Sith's clothes were clean and there was no trace of blood at all!
"Are you still fucking lying to me now, fourth child? Do you want to keep it all to yourself?" the scar-faced man said viciously.
When the other two big men heard this, they also looked at the fourth child with annoyance. Only Sith was left standing there posing alone, with the cold sea breeze blowing on his face and body. This script is wrong... …
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