It was only after sitting down at the bar and drinking a glass of gin that Sean. O'Connor and Duncan. Sandy really got rid of the bad feelings that plagued them: from the pain of a friend's death to the pain of being hunted down, then to the mental exhaustion after a long period of motion sickness, and finally to the gastrointestinal discomfort caused by the bad taste of MRE. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A glass of gin and all the problems are solved.

"It's a good day to have wine." Duncan called out happily, and drank his second drink. "If I had half a million dollars, I would build a huge swimming pool and fill it with gin and soak in it every day."

"Poor nouveau riche." O'Connor snorted dismissively.

Duncan's eyes immediately widened. "What!"

"Poor nouveau riche." O'Connor repeated. In fact, he had no ill will towards Duncan himself, but the Irish's insentious resentment towards the English had developed over the centuries made him tempted to ridicule Duncan if he found an opportunity.

And Duncan will inevitably return the favor. "Mr. O'Connor, are you jealous of me or envious of me?"

"Do you deserve my envy or envy, Mr. Sandy?" O'Connor continued to taunt him, "Do you have half a million dollars now?" I don't think you'll want to make $500,000 in your life, your dreams are just pipe dreams. ”

"Sean. O'Connor ......"

And so, a heated quarrel began. On the side, Qin Lang listened quietly with a smile on his face, but he didn't intend to forcibly interrupt them as before. In this deliberately relaxing moment, O'Connor's argument with Duncan can also be seen as a way to relieve mental stress.

At least a way to relieve their own mental stress.

However, this has no meaning for Qin Lang. He had no mental pressure, except for the fear that the gunmen chasing O'Connor and Duncan might catch up with them for some inexplicable reason, and his only concern was that American police or civilians who discriminated against Chinese would trouble him.

However, the probability of this happening is actually very low, at least in this bar, there is no one who would deliberately trouble him. Aside from the occasional glance, most people's attention is not on him. The few remaining people, although they may have had the idea of provoking him, immediately changed their minds after seeing the "Remington" rifle he carried.

And both O'Connor and Duncan each carried a Winchester rifle. Unless you're a true outlaw, no one would provoke three armed guys for no reason - and all three of them look like quick gunners who pull the trigger without thinking when provoked.

It would be unwise to provoke such a person, so the guys in the bar who might cause trouble all quietly retreated.

So Qin Lang didn't see them as threats at all.

In fact, the biggest threat he faces is sleep deprivation. In order to avoid the pursuit of the police, he did not get a good rest before he traveled through time, and after returning to 1893, not only did the situation not improve, but it became worse, not only did he not have time to rest, but he also had to drive a truck for a long time......

He is very tired now.

So he had decided that he would get a good night's sleep as soon as he got back to the truck. Despite some fears, the odds of the gunmen catching up to them in a few hours were probably only a little higher than the odds of winning the jackpot in a lottery ticket, and it was better to worry that O'Connor or Duncan would have the idea of killing people if they found the diamonds in the car.

Given the greedy nature of human beings, this is a question to be guarded against.

But are they likely to find those rough diamonds? O'Connor and Duncan weren't smuggling cops, and they would never know where a smuggler would hide something in a truck......

Qin Lang laughed for a moment, then shifted his attention back to the two people who were arguing in front of him. "O'Connor," there was a question he had never asked, "why don't you like the Chinese?" ”

O'Connor was stunned for a moment. "You want to know?" He wasn't so sure.

"Of course."

"The Chinese took my father and brother's jobs, and that's it." Perhaps thinking that he was speaking too simply, after a pause he added: "My father and two older brothers used to be railway workers, but then the boss replaced them with Chinese; After losing their jobs, they went to work as miners in a mine, but they were replaced by Chinese soon after......"

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you." Duncan said suddenly.

"Doesn't matter? Hell, Duncan! Because my father and two older brothers were all unemployed, I had to leave school, and my pastry dreams were in vain. ”

"Truth be told, even if you don't leave school, your West Point dreams will be in vain, O'Connor." Duncan looked very mean, "How do you think someone like you can get into West Point?" ”

"Duncan, you're such a bastard."

"And you're stupid, O'Connor. What does the unemployment of your father and brother have to do with the Chinese? What you should blame are the fools who hire Chinese to save money. In fact, this sentence should have been said by Qin Lang, but it was Duncan who blurted out......

It's just weird.

And quarrels are inevitable. "Doesn't matter? If Chinese had stayed in their country honestly, none of this would have happened......"

"Gentlemen, the time has come, now let's get out of here." Qin Lang suddenly stood up, startling O'Connor and Duncan, who were almost in the middle of a heated argument. "What time is it?" They asked at the same time.

"It's time for us to get the custom-made hoods, gentlemen, and I hope you haven't forgotten our business."

Qin Lang's tone contained an element of questioning—at least O'Connor and Duncan thought that there was an element of questioning in his tone. It made them feel that he was already angry about their senseless quarrels. "We should stop bickering." O'Connor whispered to Duncan as he stood up, "At least until we part with him." ”

"I agree." Duncan nodded, turned around and tossed the waiter a handful of coins, and then turned back and said, "But it must be pointed out that you have made a big mistake in the matter of the Chinese." ”

"You ...... All right. O'Connor remembered that this was not the time to argue, so he raised his hands in concession, "We'd better talk about this later, Duncan." Then he quickened his pace to catch up with Qin Lang, followed him, passed through the turbid atmosphere of the bar, and returned to the fresh air of the street.

After a moment of pause and a few deep breaths at the bar door, they walked towards the tailor's shop.

It's not a long way off. The distance between the bar carefully selected by Qin Lang and the tailor shop was less than three hundred meters, and five minutes later they had already walked into the door of the tailor shop, and the old tailor was already waiting for them.

"You guys are very punctual."

"What about the things we ordered?"

"It's done." The old tailor took out a bag of things and threw it to Qin Lang, and then, Qin Lang shouted. "What is this!"

It was more than he expected. Although Qin Lang had come up with many excuses to save the two and a half dollars he hadn't paid yet, he now found that none of them could come in handy, because the old and dazed tailor had given him a very reasonable reason.

"Sir, I want a black hood." He waved the things in his hand, "But these things are green!" ”

"What's the problem?"

"Sir, I want a black hood, not a green hat!" Qin Lang was really a little angry. Cuckold! In the name of God, what normal man in this world would want to wear such a thing...... No, even an abnormal man would never want to be a cuckold. "I request a return!"

The old tailor immediately refused. "This is impossible, sir, old Sam never accepts returns, this is the old rule that has been going on for forty years."

"No wonder you're so deserted here." Duncan snorted and moved the rifle to a more prominent position, "But we won't accept your rules, old fellow." ”

"I suggest you accept our rules, sir." O'Connor also showed his weapon, "Return ......"

"Or a refund." Qin Lang added. Although he was angry, he still remembered what the purpose was.

"It can't be. I've exchanged all the twenty-and-a-half dollars you gave me for wine and sausages...... However, "noticing the fierce stare in the eyes of the three men with weapons, the old tailor shuddered for a moment, and at last wisely chose to back down." "You don't have to pay the other $2.5 you haven't paid."