At noon the next day, Jingyang woke up and had missed lunch, and his father was still angry and didn't wake him up all morning.

When I opened the wisdom disk, I saw that there was a long list of missed answers, as well as a message after giving up the call in complete disappointment.

"If you're not unconscious," the opening sentence reveals Albon's deep helplessness, "then get up and come to this place." ”

After leaving a message, he also attached an address that Jingyang had never seen before.

When he went out, because of his anger, Jingyang didn't touch the stack of licorice soy sauce cakes left by his father on the table, and the balance in the wisdom plate was not enough to solve the breakfast and lunch, so he rushed to the destination hungry.

This street is not far from Ouroboros Park, standing at the door, Jingyang reconfirmed the address and found that in front of him was the Port Royal Pirate Bar he was looking for.

The retro smell emanates from every piece of rotten wood, the paint used on the exterior wall is deliberately not filled, there is not a single rusty iron nail can be found on the entire main entrance, there is no neon tube outside the door, it is estimated that at night it is necessary to rely on the street lamp to find where the entrance is, the sign on the signboard is more distinctive, the pirate special scimitar and flintlock pistol, crossed into a cross hanging directly above the gate.

Walking into the bar, the old feeling is even stronger. There are many small light bulbs on the wall, but they are all disguised in the cover of kerosene lamps, the wax oil on the candles is dripping into a lump, and you can still smell the smell of last night's burning, and the creaking sound full of struggle is impossible to ignore, it is the pendulum that is the last struggle against its lifespan, and the tables and chairs are all purely handmade, so pure that you can't find a edge without burrs.

There's something else that reflects the name of the pirate bar here.

An anchor leaned against the side of the bar, certainly not pure iron, but strangely heavy, two small barrels for wine were placed in the corner, a prosthetic limb with an iron hook hung from the lid of the barrel, three paddleboards tied to the wall on the left, and corresponding to them was the polished hammock in the middle of the pillar on the right.

And the most interesting thing is that there is an old-fashioned cannon parked at the entrance of the passage, Jingyang guesses that it should lead to the office area, the muzzle of the gun is tilted upward, silently telling the rule of 'idlers are not allowed to enter'.

At this time, all the guests in the room were gathered around a huge long table, shouting and laughing, and everyone had wine in front of them, and there was not even more than one glass in front of a white-skinned coffee-bearded man.

On the table, a long flat 'picture scroll' is marked with cities and ports, and several delicate small boats are showing off their skills on the chart, this small but ingenious model, some decorated with harpoons with black sails, others with flags hanging high on masts, and it is not difficult to distinguish between warships and pirates.

"What the hell! I should have run west! ”

"This resource card hasn't been shuffled!"

"My Lord willing! Arbon! What's the use of the boat going fast, the sea salt is still mine in the end! ”

Albon's game luck didn't seem to be good today, he moved his brig out of bounds to symbolize his exit from this sea battle, and then when he looked up, he just happened to see Jingyang.

"Thank goodness, I'm going to leave if you don't get out of bed," he said back to the captains who were in the thick of the battle, "you guys play a game first, my friend is here!" ”

"It's an excuse you can't afford to lose, so call a friend!"

Ignoring the taunts filled with wine foam, Albon led Jingyang to the passage behind the barrel.

"What was that?" Games that have not been played are always the most interesting, and Jingyang has developed a strong interest in the long table again.

"Wave Tamer, you'll learn it in no time."

"I learned?"

Jingyang didn't figure it out, but Albon had pushed open the door at the end of the corridor and stepped in.

It's a small office, and there are slightly artistic sketches on the walls, but as long as the eyes are not waxed, you can see that the sketch level is rotten like a stinky cucumber that has been left for eight months. On the other side, in addition to the monitoring equipment that most stores have, there is also an indispensable desk, on which there are group photos of employees over the years, and the man standing in the middle of each group photo is lying on the swivel chair and shouting loudly.

Albon coughed, and the man woke up, he was in his thirties, tall, and thin, pinched his neckline, beckoning the two to come close and sit down.

"That's it?" He held an angular carbon pen in his right hand, and pointed at Jingyang with the barrel of the pen, which was full of modernity, and it seemed that the retro set outside the door was no longer used here, "The tidal immigrant you are talking about?" ”

"Tidal immigration? I'm not ......."

"That's right! That's him! Albon put his arm around Jingyang's shoulder and squeezed it hard, no matter how surprised his friend was, he took the topic up.

"Sit down, they all call me Cat's Eye," the tall and thin man squatted down and took out three small cups from the cupboard, as well as a bottle of wine that was basically bottomed out, and gave everyone a small sip of their glasses, "Relax, getting here is like going home." ”

"The tide immigrants who Maoyan helped can fill this street." Albon fiddled with the group photos on the table, and like a small train, he put them together into a special train of love.

"It's always you talking, and it seems that this friend doesn't like to communicate with me." Cat's eye shrugged her shoulders self-deprecatingly, and took the initiative to lean over the cup, hoping that the young man opposite could give face.

"Of course not!" Albon slapped him on the back, which meant asking his friend to do his best to cooperate.

"Then what are you planning to ......do with me?" Of course, Jingyang was not so unkind, although he felt in the clouds, he still picked up the wine and touched a glass with the other party.

"Of course, I'm going to give you food, I'm not used to seeing the tide drive immigrants hungry, the salary of the agreed post is 2900 a month, this can't be changed, but fortunately, the work is not too heavy."

"Agreement post? That's what you call the approach? Jingyang stared at Albon in disbelief, but suddenly found that such a rhetorical question was very disrespectful, and peeked at the cat's eye twice, and restrained a little.

"Looks like you need to talk about it again, I'll go get something to eat."

The boss immediately reacted that he had become a light bulb, and left the room with the slogan of filling his stomach, at this time there were only two people left in the room, and Albon crossed his fingers to comb Jingyang one by one.

"It's close to home, it's all about food, and it's not much to have a guaranteed salary, the most important thing is to let your dad let you go, what a good opportunity!"

"These are all right, but ......" Jingyang thought about it, and found that these advantages were indeed impossible to refute, but he still felt that there was a small pimple who was breathless, "But this is stealing, that is a special benefit for tide drive immigrants!" ”

"Don't worry," Albon threw a confident look, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and drank the small sip that had been stored for a long time, "I am reviewing the identity of the agreement post in this block, and I will give you a 'pass' when the time comes." ”

Laziness is a legal drug, and after lying at home for so long, Jingyang has completely lost the desire to move, but his father is like a drug policeman, leading the police dog behind him, and wants to seize him in the prison called 'Tank Deer Logistics'.

Hesitating, Cat's Eye walked in with a plate of sausages, and it was clear from the excessively thick smoke that he must have bypassed the time-consuming and labor-intensive frying and roasting, and directly chose a bag of air cooking buns that could be heated by self-heating when opened.

"If you really don't like it here, don't force it," Maoyan had already handed the plate in front of him, and he didn't feel the slightest stinginess because of the applicant's ignorance, "but let's eat something and go." ”

Jing Yang grabbed a sausage and stuffed it into his mouth, not as hot as traditional cooking, and the gravy was also wrapped with the strong aroma of cumin, as if to indicate that his bar career was about to set sail.

"You are mistaken, actually, I ...... I'm willing to try. ”

The aroma is a more advanced lobbyist, and the two delicious sausages made Jingyang temporarily forget his false heart of lying about his identity, and accepted this benefit that should not belong to him in a grand manner.