"Zeng, there is no food in the cafeteria now, but we still have a lot of sausages here, what do you think?" Stephenson took the three guys to Zeng Gong's temporary dormitory, John still had a lot of sausages, which seemed to be very varied, and Stephenson brought vodka.

"Sausage?" Zeng Gong looked at the sausage in John's hand with some surprise, there was no logo, it was obviously handmade, which surprised him.

"Oh, Zeng, you don't know yet, Johann is actually German. Stephenson looked at Zeng Gong's puzzled gaze and explained with a chuckle.

Zeng Gong was immediately relieved, he knew that Germans not only love to drink beer, wine is actually famous, but when it comes to food, compared with China, a world-famous foodie country, it is a bit monotonous and unsystematic, if you insist on food, you have to recommend sausages, where you can enjoy more than 7,000 different flavors of sausages, almost every German will make sausages.

"Hehe, yes, although we Germans do not have as rich a food system as you Chinese, French and Italians, we still have our own pride, and our German sausage variety can be said to be the most diverse in the world. John smiled innocently and said sausages, always with pride in his heart.

"yes, then I'll have to try it. Zeng Gong smiled and nodded, let the four people into the room, then pointed to the vodka in Stephenson's hand, and then said, "Man, how about putting your vodka away first and tasting my wine?"

As he spoke, Zeng Gong took out a black pottery wine bottle.

"Is this the kind of wine you took out in Fairbanks?" Stephenson remembers that when he was in Fairbanks, an old fisherman gave Zeng Gong the clover he cultivated in order to thank Zeng Gong for his wine, but he didn't expect to receive a reward of five million dollars.

"That's right, it's that wine, and it's called Flame, which means that it tastes as unrestrained as the flame. You're going to absolutely fall in love with him. Zeng Gong pointed to the black pottery wine bottle and introduced.

"Is this your Chinese liquor, Moutai and Wuliangye taste great. Tom looked at the wine bottle in Zeng Gong's hand, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Zeng Gong nodded, although the brewing of flames is a bit complicated, it is still in the category of liquor, "That's right, this is my own wine." Although it is still a little jerky, it is definitely a great wine, and it will not be worse than Moutai and Wuliangye you said. ”

"yes, I'm looking forward to it. Tom watched as Zeng Gong slowly poured the viscous red wine carefully into the five wine glasses brought by Stephenson, the charming aroma and clear wine like a bewitching girl.

"Guys, thank you for saving me from a damn blizzard and toasting to us with wine and good food. Zeng Gong raised his cup high and said happily to the four people.

"God is with us. Cheers. The four of them were also bold men, and they were also aroused by Zeng Gong's words, and they took a cup and drank it all.

"Ah, fire, fire" The four of them felt like a flame in their stomachs was about to erupt, and their right hands kept fanning their mouths, and before they could find water, the feeling in their stomachs changed again, and a gentle warm current continued to emanate. It is no longer the tyranny of fine wine, but the feeling of moisturizing things silently. The whole body is warm, and it is more comfortable than steaming in the sauna.

"Cool. The four of them couldn't help but squint their eyes, enjoying the wonderful feeling.

"Guys, how do you feel?" Zeng Gong looked at them with a smile, and drank the entire cup of flame at once, which was not a good feeling.

"Dude. Your wine is really amazing, better than those Moutai and Wuliangye. Tom said excitedly, he hadn't drunk such a delicious liquor for a long time.

"Why, have you ever drunk Moutai?" Zeng Gong asked curiously, Chinese liquor is not very optimistic in the European and American markets. Few Europeans and Americans like them, but I didn't expect to meet fans of baijiu here.

"I was on a mission in Asia as a Navy SEAL and one of my Chinese comrades introduced me to Chinese baijiu, and I've liked him ever since. Tom spoke of that memory with great nostalgia, and a flame brought back memories of his long past.

Zeng Gong was a little surprised, he didn't expect this simple pilot to have the experience of serving in the US special forces, but he didn't know why he chose to come to the North Pole to fly a plane, you must know that it is very easy for a Navy SEAL member to find a job as a bodyguard.

"What? Isn't it strange, why did I go to the North Pole to fly a helicopter?" Tom said with a bitter wry expression when he saw Zeng Gong's expression, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Zeng Gong nodded, the work here is hard, there are all kinds of discomforts, and the pay is not necessarily more generous than other jobs in the local area.

"Huh. Tom picked up Zeng Gong's full wine glass, took a sip gently, sorted out his emotions, and said helplessly: "Once, my comrades-in-arms invited me to be a mercenary, but I was tired of the battlefield and wanted to find a stable job, but a soldier who only knows how to kill people, how can he have life skills, to be a bodyguard, I can't get used to the style of those playboys, so I was introduced to the North Pole to fly a helicopter, where the consumption level is low, plus the salary is more favorable, you can send a lot of money back home. ”

Zeng Gong heard Tom's experience, and suddenly thought that the ranch needs such people, and now the ranch has an area of more than half a million acres, and the safety alone is very overstretched by those cowboys, and safety is not what they are good at.

"Tom, I don't know if you've ever thought about finding another job?" Zeng Gong asked suddenly.

"Other jobs?" said Tom with a wry smile, "Zeng, I can kill people except flying planes, what do you think I can do?"

"What about security work, more than half a million acres of ranch security work, are you competent?" Zeng Gong looked at him with a smile.

"This?" Tom looked at Zeng Gong with some hesitation, not knowing what he meant, the security work of the 500,000-acre ranch seems simple, but it is still a test of a person's experience, and he is wondering if he can do this job.

"My ranch is now over half a million acres, and I'm hoping to find a security supervisor, which you know cowboys can't do. Zeng Gong further said his thoughts, in fact, Sanders had already reacted to this question with him.

"I think I can. Tom was moved, he was tired of the boring work in the Arctic, and he made up his mind that as long as Zeng Gong offered him a salary as a helicopter pilot, he could choose to change jobs. (To be continued.) )