16. Sunset over the sea
After listening to Bruce's introduction, Goble was in awe of Chen Song, and then gave a thumbs up and said slowly: "Poison trench, draft little devil!"
Chen Song didn't understand what he meant, and asked in a low voice, "This is not Icelandic, right?"
Bruce smiled: "Yes, it's Chinese, he's talking about 'local tyrants', since the financial crisis, Chinese businessmen have been active in Iceland, and there are also some Chinese tourists who come to the town to spend, and everyone thinks that Chinese are very rich." ”
"I understand this, but 'draft a little devil'?"
"Haha," Bruce laughed louder, "Steve Ma's joke, he was a Chinese tourist, and when he was playing at a bar, someone asked him how to get the Chinese favor the fastest, and Steve taught them that. ”
Chen Song sneered: "This Mr. Goble is a very good learner, and his pronunciation is very standard. ”
"Because Steve used to have a crazy treat at the bar, all the guys who could say 'draft a little devil' could get a drink, and on that day, the bars in the town were like anti-Japanese bases, and they were ......"
"Yi Ai Mu Ai Mu Ai Mu?" Chen Song had a question mark on his face, and it took a while to react: "emmmm, Bruce, this is the same Internet language as 23333, and it can't be expressed verbally!"
Bruce sighed: "Chinese is really broad and profound!"
The small building that the strong man Goble walked out of was the bar, and the name was 'Sunset Sea'.
Bruce pulled up to the door and said, "Mr. Chen, why don't you go to the bar for a while? It's almost sunset, and you can watch the sunset over the North Atlantic." ”
Chen Song asked, "Don't we still have to go to the market?"
Bruce laughs, "There are twenty-four hours a day to visit the market, but the sunset is only for a moment. ”
"Makes sense. ”
Sunset Sea looks like a wooden building from the outside, but it looks like a red brick and cement building from the inside, and the outside is just a layer of wooden planks.
The décor of the bar is very Viking-style, rugged, atmospheric and bold: the walls are covered with bricks and concrete, old wooden sleds, wooden rudders, longbows and arrows, rusty battle axes, and a thick log on the ground supporting the ceiling with fishing nets.
Opposite the main entrance, a furnace wall is blazing, the bar has wooden shelves, wooden bottle racks, and many glass jars on the wine table, and the jars are lit with candles, which emit a soft glow.
In contrast to the rugged style, the music is soft and the patrons are quiet, at most playing cards and laughing together.
Icelanders are consistently in the top 10 of the world's national and regional rankings, with men averaging over 1.8 meters, which is evident from the patrons in the bar, many of whom are long and long-legged.
In this way, when the big guys got together and only chatted in a small voice, Chen Song felt a little awkward.
Goble, who had been talking in a loud voice in front of the car, also quieted down after entering the bar, lowered his voice and said in English, "Hey, have a drink?"
Chen Song spread out his hands to show casualness, and the strange atmosphere made him worried, so he asked Bruce in a low voice, "Is this bar owner some kind of women's clothing boss?"
"Huh?"
"It's wrong, it's wrong, it's the underworld boss, it's a slip of the tongue, it's a complete slip of the tongue. ”
Bruce asked inexplicably, "Why do you think that?" The boss's name is Petrick, he's the sheriff of the town, what's wrong?"
Chen Song said: "I see, no wonder the big guys don't dare to speak loudly." ”
Hearing this, Bruce laughed: "Yi Ai Mu Ai Mu - oh haha, I mean you misunderstood, the bars in the town are quiet during the day, and they only get crazy after sunset." ”
"In addition, most Icelanders have a quiet and low personality, because there is a quasi-polar night and quasi-day phenomenon, and many people can only stay at home alone to watch TV and read books, so they develop a quiet personality. ”
Chen Song nodded suddenly, and at this moment, Goble suddenly said in a loud voice: "Draft, little devil!"
It's like someone in the quiet dormitory at night has released a series of spiral turns and ascension fart, and everyone in the room can't help but look at it.
After seeing Chen Song, someone's eyes lit up, and they all walked to the bar and asked, "Chinese?" "Is it Chinese?" "Chinese tourists?"
Goble laughed and nodded, and then the big guy laughed along: "Draft, little devil!" "Draft, little devil!"
Bruce laughed and stood up to explain something in Icelandic, and Chen Song guessed that he was explaining that he was not the Steve Horse, and that he would not invite everyone to drink because he said this.
Considering that he was a newcomer and that it was important to make a good first impression on the townspeople, he said to Bruce, "Tell everyone I'm not a local tyrant like Steve Ma, and I can't let the big guys drink, but I can have a drink each." ”
Bruce was a competent butler, and when the master had made his decision, he gave the master an analysis: "Yes sir, there are about twenty people here, and according to the rules, a glass of craft beer in black casks will cost 20,000 Icelandic kronor each. ”
The exchange rate between the renminbi and the Icelandic krona is 1:178, which translates to 60 yuan for a glass of wine per person.
When Chen Song learned about Iceland before, he learned that the price of goods in Iceland is very high, and it often costs two or three hundred yuan for a fast meal, and at least five hundred yuan for a full meal.
He could afford a thousand pieces of wine, so he nodded and said, "No problem, just come like this." ”
Wine is always the best bridge to communicate with men, and after Bruce conveyed his meaning, the twenty-something people in the bar were very happy, and while coming up and shouting 'Draft little devil' to change wine, he stretched out his big furry hand and patted Chen Song's shoulder.
Their big hands slapped on Chen Song's shoulders and made a thumping sound, but the force was not great, and Chen Song didn't feel a little pain.
After a round of beer invitation, Chen Song became a little popular in the bar.
But that's just the point, Icelandic xenophobia isn't blown.
More than a dozen people gathered around the bar to chat with him, and when they learned that he didn't know Icelandic and only knew simple English, the big men thoughtfully changed to simple English to chat.
The bartender Petersonson asked with interest: "Song, why did you buy the house of Tigelsson? I know that Chinese like to buy houses now, but why don't you go to Reykjavik?"
"Yes, the Chinese are in Reykjavík, and the East Asians, Americans, Australians, and the British are also in Reykjavík. ”
"There are Brits, do they dare to come?" someone scolded.
Peterson laughed, "No one will reward you for scolding the British, man, the Brits should be scolded because they are all cheap bones!"
Then the topic changed, and a group of people began to complain about the British.
Iceland and Britain have a complicated relationship, with grievances entangled for thousands of years until now, and they are very difficult to deal with each other.
Until someone suddenly reacted: "Aren't we learning about China with Song, why are we suddenly talking about the damn British?"
The bartender, Peterson, touched his nose and said, "yes, I remember asking Pine why he came to town?"