A bottle of whiskey and three square glasses were placed on the bar by the bartender, as well as a small plate of nuts as an appetizer.
"Hong Tao, they are Lusari and Kingsley, the children of South African diplomats. Can we treat them to a drink? I'll pay for the drink." Katie didn't pick up the wine glass, but asked with her head from her sister's chest.
Hong Tao.
"Hey, brother, bring me two more cups, thank you." Hong Tao is not that stingy. Although the little black girl is not beautiful, her beauty or not has nothing to do with Hong Tao.
"Come on, let's drink to the great unity of the people of Asia, Africa and Latin America." Hong Tao didn't care whether they understood what Asia, Africa and Latin America meant, and took the lead in drinking the wine in the glass.
Before the second glass of wine was poured, the four girls started to lose their alcohol. They jumped off the bar stools and formed a small circle in front of the bar. At this time, there was a fat black man on the small stage.
During the singing, Hong Tao could only understand a few words, which were probably related to drugs. It was probably the same as the prodigal son turning back and never changing his words. Although he didn't understand much, he had a strong sense of rhythm, especially the stout woman wearing a camisole and playing drums.
Man, that drum set is really crazy.
Hong Tao didn't dance with them. It wasn't that he didn't want to dance, but he really didn't have the ability. Break dancing was so popular back then. Who in school couldn't dance a few times, but Hong Tao just couldn't. This made him very
Depressed, even after experiencing countless karaoke bars and nightclubs in later generations, he could only barely dance four steps. This was a natural shortcoming.
Irene even pulled Hong Tao a few times in the beginning, but she didn't force it. She probably saw that Hong Tao either really couldn't dance or really didn't want to dance. Anyway, foreigners have better habits and don't force someone to do it.
It was something he was willing to do, so Hong Tao became a logistics worker taking care of bags and clothes, leaning on the bar and touching other people's thighs and career lines.
Anyone who has been to a disco should know that the music there is very shocking, and in order to increase the shock, the sound engineer often adjusts the mid-low frequency higher. If American speakers are used in the venue, then
A hard low-frequency drum beat will be like a hammer, attacking your body one after another. But this feeling is not obvious when you dance. You even wish that the sound was louder, but you have to sit there dryly.
, you’re done, that noisy one, your stomach that just had a full meal shrank in and out with the beat of the drum.
The four girls were young, beautiful, and full of passion, and soon three white guys came, so the four turned into seven, and then turned into ten... When Hong Tao finished his third glass of wine,
Behind him, there was already a large group of people writhing wildly.
"I'm asking for trouble for myself." Hong Tao lit a cigarette and watched the bartender mixing drinks in boredom, trying to distract himself and make his stomach feel better.
"Hey, buddy... why don't you go dancing." Hong Tao didn't even need to turn around to look, he knew that this was a foreign friend who, like Sam, insisted on learning Beijing dialect and had some success.
"..." Standing next to him was a tall, thin white guy, about 1.9 meters tall, holding a bottle of beer and looking at Hong Tao.
"Oh, my name is Donnie. I just met Katie at the door. I saw you came with them." The young man saw Hong Tao staring at him without saying a word, and quickly accepted himself.
"Hello, I'm not very good at dancing, so you guys go and have fun." Hong Tao didn't even have to think carefully to know what he was going to say to him, but he had such a good attitude that he wouldn't hit the smiling person.
"Can I sit here and take a break? Are you their friend or classmate?" Before Hong Tao agreed, Downey sat down on Irene's seat.
"Oh, I am their uncle, and his father is my friend." Hong Tao knew that the grandson had not held it in well and must have come to inquire about Sister Irene.
"Uncle? How old are you..." Downey was so surprised by Hong Tao's answer that he didn't know what to say.
"Seniority...Have you ever heard of the term seniority? How many years have you been in China?" Hong Tao's job is to lie and deceive people, and turning against customers is even more important.
"2 years..."
"It's been two years and you still don't know the word seniority? Who do you usually hang out with? Which international student dormitory do you live in?" Hong Tao was a hammer in one place and a stick in the other, which confused Donnie.
"University for Nationalities..."
"Look, today I will teach you a deep-seated cultural characteristic of China, which is generation. For example, my grandpa and your grandpa are friends, and they are both the same age. They are the same generation; your grandpa is 25 years old now.
Your father was born, and my father was born when my grandfather was 50 years old. Is there a 25-year age difference between your father and my father?" Hong Tao paused for a moment, ate a cashew nut and asked Downey.
"Yes..." Donnie didn't know what this man was going to say, but he was a little curious.
"If your father gave birth to you when he was 20 years old, would it mean that when you were 6 years old, my father was only 1 year old?" Hong Tao asked again.
"...It seems so." Donnie almost broke his fingers and finally figured out this mathematical problem.
"Okay, now the question is, what should you call my dad when you see him? Please note, my dad was 1 year old at the time, and you were already 6 years old." Hong Tao turned half around and looked at Donnie very seriously.
"...Should we call him uncle?" Donnie was already a little unsure.
"Oh... By the way, this is generation, do you understand? It has nothing to do with age. I am Irene's uncle, so you can also call me uncle." Hong Tao happily agreed loudly, and then patted Tang
Ni's shoulder, encouraging him to call himself again.
Danny left in a hurry. From the time he turned back to look at Hong Tao, you could tell how confused he was. He originally came to inquire about the details of the two girls, but instead he gained an uncle.
What this young Chinese man said seems to make sense, but why do I always feel like I've been cheated?
Shortly after Donnie left, Erin and the other four returned to their seats and danced for more than half an hour. No matter how little they wore and how powerful the air conditioner was, they were still sweating profusely and out of breath. This time, they sat next to Hong Tao.
It was Katie. She almost jumped up on the bar stool, then put her legs on Hong Tao's lap. She picked up a glass of wine on the bar without asking who it belonged to. She drank it all with one tilt of her neck and then squirted.
Smiling with a mouth full of alcohol, he twisted his body back and forth on the bar stool.
"Why don't you go dancing? No wonder you don't have a girlfriend. How can you attack other girls at the graduation prom if you don't know how to dance?" This is Irene asking Hong Tao through Katie, whose front chest is already wet.
A piece of hair was stained on the face with sweat.
"You know what P, there is no graduation prom in Chinese schools. I am not interested in dancing by nature. It seems that you guys are having fun." Hong Tao has no regrets at all about his inability to dance, and he doesn't care about others using this to beat him.
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"It was just a warm-up. My whole body is not warm yet." Hearing Hong Tao's intention to retreat, Katie quickly showed that she was still very capable of fighting.
"Okay, come on, let's have a drink for the rest of the night." Chatting with the music was very strenuous, and every word had to be shouted at the top of one's lungs. Hong Tao planned to end this useless conversation.
"Cheers...Cheers...Cheers...Cheers!" The four girls did not flinch, they picked up the wine glasses and drank them all in one gulp, and then slammed the glasses to the coasters. In the surprised eyes of the bartender,
He laughed and ran towards the dancing crowd again.
"They are all animals. After being married like this for a year, you have to suck someone dry. Your whole body is full of energy...tsk...tsk" Hong Tao looked at the little girls who were jumping around with some envy, curling his lips and being alone.
Talking about it.
One and a half hours after arriving at the bar, all the whiskey in the first screen was drunk. Under the eager eyes of the four girls, Hong Tao asked the bartender to open another bottle of whiskey, 2 bottles of beer and 4 servings of ice juice.
After drinking, it is easy to get thirsty. With the stimulation of alcohol, the girls are like three-bouncers with full gas, and they join the crowd of crazy energy-consuming people. Hong Tao also found something to do, which is with the female bartender.
Chatting, this is also a recent graduate who has been unemployed since graduation. She works the evening shift here every day, earning 2,300 yuan a month plus tips. Although she earns a lot, it is really damaging to her health. She can only work for two years when she was young.
