Chapter 2150 Old Sam’s Show
Hancourt Bar.
This is an old bar located in the suburbs of Los Angeles. The place is small, the furnishings are old, and most of the drinks sold are cheap.
Old Sam is a regular visitor here and has been coming here for 20 consecutive years. It has nothing to do with feelings, just because the things here are cheap, including drinks, food, and women.
“Squeak!”
Under the cover of night, old Sam, who has never been so wealthy, walked into the bar with his head held high.
"Hello, old Sam, it's so rare to see you here. It seems you are going to get money again today?"
A man sitting at the door was drunk. The bearded old man waved his hand with a mocking smile on his face.
The room immediately burst into laughter, and all the regular customers cast their eyes on this old man, who was almost no different from a social insect, with disdain on their faces.
"Shut your stinky mouth! Be careful one day I break you! I am mentally ill!"
Old Sam glared fiercely.
The old man suddenly sobered up and did not dare to make fun of him again. He lowered his head and continued drinking, feeling regretful in his heart.
Damn it!
You shouldn’t drink so much!
I forgot that he was sick!
"Hmph!
Seeing that the old man was shocked by him, Old Sam snorted triumphantly, turned and walked towards the bar. When he passed by a scantily clad middle-aged white woman, he even slapped her on the butt. Exit.
“You look so beautiful today, Jennifer. ”
“You too, dear! "Jennifer is the female Buddha here. She smiled and winked at this old customer who had been patronizing her for more than ten years. She pushed out her severely sagging breasts and said, "Do you want to come to my house today? It's cheaper for you, it's only five dollars. "
Old Sam was immediately ready to make a move, but when he thought of his errand, he could only take his eyes away from her with difficulty and shook his head: "Not today, I will come back to you later. ”
"It's really disappointing." Seeing that she couldn't squeeze out any profit, Jennifer immediately walked towards the others with a fake smile, very realistic.
Old Sam stared at her butt hard again, then turned to the bar and ordered a glass of rose whiskey that he often drank. He didn't order any snacks, and just sat there talking to other guests. Chatting while enjoying the pleasure brought by alcohol.
Soon the time came to eight o'clock, and old Sam, who was already a little drunk, suddenly said to an old man beside him whom he had known for many years: "Derek, what do you think is the best red wine in the world?"
"Of course it's Kande." Derek blurted out, with a face full of admiration: "I like its fragrance very much."
Old Sam curled his lips and looked at the others: "What do you think? What?”
"I like Screaming Eagle."
"I also think Kande is very good, but it's a pity that I have only drank it a few times."
"No one talks about Lafite?"
"I was just about to say, I vote for Lafite, it's the one I've ever drunk The most elegant red wine! ”
Anyone who likes drinking knows that when a group of alcoholics get together, anything can become a topic of conversation, especially when it comes to wine, everyone has their own preferences. Be persistent and unquestionable.
A group of people immediately started discussing it, and some even became red-faced over it.
Seeing that the heat was almost done, Old Sam suddenly snorted and said, "You are all wrong. The best red wine in the world is a luminous cup!"
"Huh?"
Everyone turned their heads to look.
Someone asked in confusion: "What kind of wine is the luminous cup? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"It sounds very niche. Do any of you know about it?"
"Never heard of it." "I never knew there was such a brand."
After asking around, no one listened. Having said that, some people started to become suspicious.
"Did you make a mistake? Old Sam."
"That's right, it's the Moonlight Cup. It's normal that you haven't heard of it, because this kind of wine comes from distant China." Old Sam narrowed his eyes and said drunkenly.
"Red wine is also available in places like China?"
Everyone was surprised. Their impression of China at this time was very stereotyped, mysterious, poor, and full of people with big braids. Even some people in later generations thought so. .
"Why not? China already had wine more than a thousand years ago." Old Sam said.
“Real or false?”
“This news is really surprising.”
In this regard, some people believe it and some people doubt it.
“Of course it’s true.” Old Sam vowed, then showed a look of reminiscence and said: “You should all know that I once went to China to work as a mercenary.
Once I During the mission, the plane was hit by Baga people and I was forced to parachute. I was later saved by a kind girl
I tasted night light from her. A glass of this wine, the taste is still unforgettable to me. When I came back, the girl gave me a bottle, which I have treasured for almost thirty years."
What he said. There are truths and lies. Going to China to join the Flying Tigers as a mercenary is true, and the plane being shot down is also true. As for the rest, there is no truth at all. They are all stories made up by Chu Heng to sell red wine.
As for Old Sam, he was very taboo about mentioning his experience in joining the Flying Tigers.
No way, Chu Heng gave too much.
After listening to his words, everyone rolled their eyes.
They knew very well what kind of virtues Old Sam had. He originally wanted to drink and gamble, but he could even sell his underwear. How could he still keep a bottle of wine for thirty years?
Stop it!
Someone immediately raised a question: "Have you collected it for thirty years? Then this wine should be very valuable. Even if it is not famous, it should be worth one or two thousand. Why don't you sell it?"
"You don't understand."
Old Sam shook his head with a complicated expression, then stood up and walked unsteadily out of the bar.
Immediately afterwards, I saw a very strange little old black man in the house also got up and followed him out closely.
The bar owner frowned: "He is following Old Sam."
"Is he new here?" One person looked at the closed door with a strange expression.
“It must be.” Another person couldn’t help but laugh: “He must have believed what Old Sam said.”
“How could there be something like that in Old Sam’s house? This idiot."
"Hahaha~"
The room immediately burst into sarcastic laughter, obviously everyone didn't believe it.
In this way, a day passed.
The next night, Old Sam came again. He had just sat down at the bar when a friend who heard him talk about the luminous cup yesterday asked with a smile: "Your home has not been stolen, has it?" Sam."
"Me?" Old Sam pretended to be confused and shook his head: "No, who is crazy enough to steal from me?"
"That's right. Not necessarily." The bar owner came over and reminded: "When you left yesterday, there was a little old black guy who followed you. It seems that he believed what you said about the luminous cup. You should be more careful. "Hurry up and put away any valuables."
"What!" Old Sam turned pale when he heard this and ran out in a panic.
The boss was surprised: "Why is he so nervous? Doesn't he really have a bottle of thirty-year-old red wine at home?"
"How is that possible? He is probably worried about the dozens of dollars he finally begged for. ”