The time was a week ago, a team of Chinese people came here, also asked the bartender some questions, and gave a lot of tips. The bartender has money, so he naturally knows everything, after all, he didn't ask me for any military secrets, it was all hearsay.

From his words, some useful information was still sifted out, and one of them was called Baihum Village, which made Zhang Xiaowu particularly alert.

"Polka, bring me a glass of vodka, it must be full, and it is not allowed to mix with water." As the muffled sound sounded, a strong man with a foot of two meters slammed the wine glass on the bar, but his eyes were staring at Zhang Xiaowu, revealing a sense of banter, and there was greed in it.

The bartender looked at the strong man and didn't pour the wine, but glanced at the two people in front of him, revealing a hint of embarrassment. A moment later, when the strong man was getting more impatient, he had to pour him a small glass. In this kind of bar, the pouring of wine is generally in the form of a third of a glass, about one or two drinks.

Touch~

Punch the bar, if it's not strong enough, it has to be broken.

"I'm talking about a full cup, and you can't find death if you tmd." When the strong man saw a small cup, he immediately became angry, and the smell of wine came out of his mouth full of big yellow teeth, which was almost richer than the cup.

"You're drunk, Kastoff." The bartender was not frightened by the strong man, his face turned cold, and he looked at him without fear, and his hand was already under the bar.

The strong man was stunned by what he said, but under the influence of alcohol, he couldn't care too much, took out a pistol from his waist, and fell on the bar with a bang.

"Why is his big cup? Well? Can this yellow-skinned monkey be treated preferentially? Damn it. As he spoke, he turned around and picked up half a glass of wine that Zhang Xiaowu hadn't finished drinking, took a sip, drank it all, and then burped and clicked.

"I said Polkadot, this TMD is water, you are such a profiteer. What are you looking at? Boy, if you know me, give me ten cups, and I won't beat you. ”

The bartender originally wanted to teach this strong man a lesson, but when he heard the words behind him, he smiled wryly and looked lively playfully. He is not a good person, the Huaxia people in front of him obviously don't look like a master who can drink, two cups should be enough, if you want to make more money, you may need the help of this strong man.

Also smiling is Zhang Xiaowu, someone actually robbed him, it's really ridiculous. From the conversation between the two men, he had already discovered that this bartender was indeed a profiteer. The reason why he didn't pour wine for the strong man for a long time, and he didn't mention the cost of wine, was probably because he was afraid that he would find out the price of wine.

Think about it, this kind of inferior vodka, even if it is of high purity above 90 degrees, that is, more than ten dollars, this glass of one or two wines diluted to half will be sold for 20, which is equivalent to dozens of times the profit, which is simply incredible. Obviously, the bartender saw that he was a "foreigner" who had just arrived, and was ready to make a lot of money for him.

And this strong man, also seeing his bullying appearance, came to rob the road. Looking back at the malicious eyes in the tavern, it was obvious that if Zhang Xiaowu was instigated, these people would only have underwear left before they could go out.

In the silent and terrible bar, in the playful eyes of strong men, bartenders, and dozens of drinkers, Zhang Xiaowu said something that surprised everyone.

"Yes, Mr. Poka, bring him ten cups, and if you don't add water, fill them." Zhang Xiaowu said loudly, and his voice could be heard throughout the tavern.

"What?" The bartender thought he had misheard, isn't this stupid? Even if you are blackmailed for ten cups, you have to take the initiative to send a wave, what kind of trouble is this? A full cup can pour out three glasses of wine, which is equivalent to thirty glasses. Don't add water yet, isn't that doubling the amount?

"Are you sure about this gentleman? I'll give you some discounts for $1,000. ”

“1000？ Oh, my God. ”

"What a fucking profiteer. 1,000 yuan is enough to drink for a year in Russia. ”

The tavern was like a frying pan, and there was a lot of discussion.

You must know that the locals don't drink, and the people sitting here are all Soviet and Russian soldiers. Russia's economy has been in the doldrums for decades, and it can be said that for a hundred years, the military salaries for soldiers have not been much, and they have not even had enough to eat in difficult times. Now, even if there are signs of economic recovery, the $1,000 will be their salary for the whole year.

And these GIs are abroad, their heads are pinned to the waistband of their trousers to fight, their bodies and minds are very empty, and they are even more addicted to alcoholism, as long as they are not fighting, they will soak in the tavern, and contribute all the little money they have left.

However, they will also try their best to get some money to spend, such as blackmailing "outsiders" like Zhang Xiaowu, as long as one of them succeeds, they will rush to it, as long as they do not kill people, the military department will not care at all. They would also search for something of value from the corpses of their enemies, or occasionally enter some houses and search for something. It's just that the terrorists are poorer and have nothing but bullets and low-quality tobacco leaves. Not to mention in the private houses, the civilians have disappeared, everything that can be taken with them has been taken away, and those who have not been taken have been searched countless times by terrorists, and the gains of the GIs are as difficult as winning the lottery.

$1,000 is indeed an astronomical amount for them, not because of the amount of money, but mainly because the wine is too expensive. What I want to say here is that the wine they buy is not as expensive as outsiders like Zhang Xiaowu, only $5 a glass, which is also four or five times more expensive than in their hometown.

The local tyrant, the fat sheep, must rob him all, everyone's eyes changed from surprise to greed, incomparably greedy. Some people had even stood up, slowly approaching the bar, and faintly surrounded Zhang Xiaowu, they didn't want the fat sheep's money to be washed away by Polkadot.

Zhang Xiaowu didn't seem to see the ill intentions of these people, but generously took out a stack of US dollars from his arms, all of which were hundred-yuan bills, which looked like two or three thousand.

Hiss~

Everyone gasped again, and the people who were originally watching the changes couldn't bear it, including some "outsiders" who watched the excitement, they couldn't help but be curious, and they all got up and gathered around. The scene was very interesting, and there was no one sitting in the whole tavern anymore, as if there was another party.

Whoa~

In the eyes of these drunkards, the high liquor like elixir poured a full ten glasses, and a glass was more than three taels full.

"Drink, why don't you drink?" Zhang Xiaowu pushed a glass of wine in front of the strong man with a bewildered face.

The strong man's brain is not very good, and he can't figure out what kind of trouble this is, Zhang Xiaowu's calmness and indifference to money made him drum in his heart. But he is an alcoholic after all, and the gluttonous insects seduced by the strong smell of alcohol are almost to the throat. I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, and took a big sip of the wine glass.