Liverpool, United Kingdom.

It's a cool night at the end of September, and it's a little cool, not to mention that tonight is still an annoying rainy night, and for the British Empire, which is soaked in rain all year round, probably except for umbrella manufacturers, only romantic men and women in love and poets who need rain inspiration will love this damn weather.

Of course, this is a wonderful weather for many industries that cannot see the light. In the midst of a terrible storm, the police officers of Scotland Yard prefer to drink a cup of fragrant coffee in the office, and of course, they must brag to the girls in the office about their heroic deeds of fighting to the death against those criminals who threaten national security as a glorious and righteous police officer, rather than risking their shirts and fighting to the end against criminals blessed by nature.

For the rats of the Imperial sewers, if the rain could have been more intense, it would have been a day of blessing from God.

It's not perfect, but tonight is still a good day for crime.

The Port of Liverpool, the second deepest port in the UK after the Port of London, is still as bright as day even on a rainy night.

As an important hub port in the United Kingdom, the whole of Liverpool has benefited from this, and the boom in trade and economy has made Liverpool the fourth largest city in the United Kingdom.

With the convenience of the port, too many businesses have been derived from it, such as restaurants, bars, entertainment venues... Food, wine, girls....

For the sailors who only open their eyes to the vast sea every day, no matter whether they earn euros or dollars, it is difficult to have a way to spend it on the sea, and only after going ashore can those hard-earned banknotes bloom like the sun.

For drifting sailors, there are so many places to spend their lives, both physically and mentally, to rediscover the beauty of life.

Praise the ocean, let money and lust intertwine the prosperity of Liverpool Port commerce.

For the various sailors who come and go, the bar near the harbor is always the first harbor after disembarking from the ship, and even the beautiful girls have to stay behind, after all, after passing through the bumpy legs of the sea, they always need a night's rest before they can stand firmly by the bedside.

In addition to tasting a variety of special drinks, it is also a wonderful place for everyone to brag about what they have seen and heard from all over the world, and occasionally exchange small things that are unique to each place.

Prime location on Liverpool's Pub Street with an old-school English two-storey building.

Compared with the reinforced concrete neighbors next door, it is made of more wood, not tall, some narrow, so the actual area will be much larger than the appearance of the street, and unlike the pompous bars on the street, the simple wooden structure has a unique elegance, like those oak barrels that hold old wines, with the precipitation of time and the fragrance of fine wines, but will never decay in time.

A wooden sign that looks a little old, not even a neon sign, and even the words "Yingjue Bar" on the sign can only be seen by relying on the lights of the bar next door.

This seemingly out-of-place bar doesn't appear on any review website, just like the neon shadows in this bar street, only quietly entrenched in its own territory, so many tourists here subconsciously choose to ignore it, and even treat it as a dilapidated old house still waiting to be demolished and rebuilt.

Maybe people who miss it will think that this bar is probably not doing well and has no funds to renovate, or even because they can't afford the high rent here, maybe the next time they pass by here, they will find that "Yingjue" has closed, however, everyone who thinks this way is actually very wrong.

A bar with such a façade can not only stand tall in a frightening area, but even become one of the best reputations among the crew who come and go from the port of Liverpool, in addition to being rich and capricious, the rest of the reason is naturally because the Bar has a strength that does not match its appearance.

Only true locals and the most seasoned sailors know that it is the king of the streets.

The most important reason for all this is naturally because our bar owner, Old John, will give you the most attentive service and the most mellow wine of the kind old man.

The sailors always used it as their first stop after disembarking, because there was nothing like a whiskey made by Old John to wash away the tiredness of the sea.

"A true English gentleman is always modest and low-key. ”

Every time a customer asks why the exterior of the Bar is so rustic, John always says, occasionally adding, "Just like there is a saying in China, 'The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys'." ”

In addition to the regular customers, the occasional lady luck would enter the Hero and push open the wooden door with intricate baroque patterns, and the first thing that came into view was a corridor that was long for the bar.

No way, because there is so much wine here.

In the crimson light, the walls on both sides are honeycomb-like wooden lattices, inside which quietly lie wines from all over the world, covered with tempered glass, and the professional air conditioning system with constant temperature and humidity ensures that these drinks always maintain the best taste.

There is Crown Vodka, which can be used as the best base drink from Moscow, Johnnie Walker, which is used by the British Empire royal family, and Zhanbian, the most famous bourbon whisky... You can even see a white porcelain vase from China's Moutai and Japan's 14th generation Longquan Junmai Daiginjo.

This wine-filled corridor is affectionately known as the "Cloister of Paradise" by those who love fine wine.

Many guests walk to the front of the hall after entering the door, have already picked their favorite drinks, and then walk to the hall with crystal chandeliers, tell the waiters who have been waiting for a long time their choice for today, they will choose the most suitable glass, if you haven't tasted it at the best time, then they will also gently remind you kindly.

All you have to do is start enjoying a great night here.

Of course, there are also people who will happily sit in front of the bay window of the lobby, looking at those who go to other bars with a sense of superiority, and usually a smile of triumph and contempt on the corners of their mouths.

In addition to the "Cloister of Paradise", which most people have already been shocked, there are rumors among regular customers that there are many legendary stores such as the 1945 Roman Conti and Sunflower Moutai in the depths of the bar's underground storage room.

For a qualified bar, in addition to good wine, there are naturally indispensable beauties.

The girls with rabbit ears in the Bar are delicate and sexy, and their black stockings are wrapped around their brandy-like hot legs, "more beautiful than the highest-priced recruit girl in Liverpool Harbour", which is probably the most sincere compliment of the sailors.

However, the most rare thing is that they do not have the wind and dust of working in the bar all the year round, and they walk in the bar with a drink like an elf lost in the forest.

Yingjue, who has a lot of fine wine and beautiful women, naturally there is no shortage of men who use the strength of wine, and not every guest can stay sane and sober in the face of beautiful women under the catalysis of alcohol.

In any bar, alcohol, violence and sex have always been inseparable triplets of brothers.

It's just that in Yingjue, no one has ever relied on violence or money to bring out the beautiful girls inside, and no one has ever been able to walk completely to the heavy wooden door of the bar after overturning Yingjue's table.

There will be guests who pat the girls' thighs or buttocks and rub oil, and most of them will also give an objective tip for further temptation, which is allowed by God and Old John for the time being.

As for whether they could communicate further, most of them ended in polite refusal, and a small number of guests who were occupied by alcohol woke up the next day to find themselves lying on the fluffy bed of the Royal Liverpool Hospital.

This is probably thanks to the waitresses of the British Lord.

Every bar will have people watching the scene, and the main job is to deal with the customers who are drunk and disturbed, and their standard is mainly to be able to fight. Each bar will also have a handsome account manager, and their standard is mainly to be handsome and attentive, so that those rich ladies will willingly throw away a lot of money.

At Ingjue, the two become one.

The tall and handsome waiters, dressed in crisp shirts and waistcoats, will help you pour wine elegantly, and will explain the origin of the bottle by the way.

The older boys, who are often rubbed with oil by female customers and only smile politely, will easily break the arm of a troublemaker who is pestering bunny girls after a drink.

As for the sailors who relied on their good skills to even repel Somali pirates, the dissuasion of the bars was ineffective, and the magnitude of the mistakes they made ranged from one broken to four limbs.

The worst ones, I heard that no one has ever seen them on the route again, are said to have returned to the arms of the god of the sea.

Regular customers often joke about Old John that these elegant and strong big boys are like Old John when he was young, are they the illegitimate children of Old John and those aristocratic ladies?

At this time, old John would laugh happily and respond: "Yes, they are all my children, my pride, and the most elegant nobles of the British Empire." ”

The Pierre, the oldest pub in Liverpool Harbour Pub Street, has the most wine, the most elegant service and the safest environment.

Together, they have become the best reputation of this bar.

Here, only because the Hero is full of guests going next door.

And every guest who has been here has become a repeat customer.

As for why the news of a perfect reputation bar can be eliminated in this era of information explosion, the secret is probably only known to Old John.