"Ah..., my God!" Major Harding stared at the bottle, took a sip, took another sip, and looked again. Just looking and sipping, a large bottle of 'Supreme' brand whiskey went into him.
in stomach.
In order to make people drink happily, Zhou Qingfeng specially asked the factory to produce large bottles of liquor. Chairman Ma, who opened the winery, was really good at mixing drinks. He mixed the spirits blended with edible alcohol with various brewed wines.
There's not much difference in taste.
Of course, given the current situation in the wasteland, drinking some is good, and no one will care even if the difference is huge.
After drinking a whole bottle of whiskey, Major Harding's face became flushed, his eyes wandered, and he instantly became talkative. He laughed non-stop while drinking, and even came up to pat Lu after finishing the drink.
Bin asked over his shoulder: "Tell me, what did your governor ask you to do?"
"Governor Alfonso would like to invite you to attend tomorrow..." Rubin was interrupted mid-sentence.
"No, I'm not drunk yet, so don't play tricks on me." Major Harding chuckled and said, "I know your Governor's intention is not just to invite me to a dance, he must have other ideas. And if you can
Get me this whiskey regularly, and I wouldn't mind helping your governor.
Let me guess, your governor must be in trouble. He knows that he has offended Lula's mad dog and may lose his position as governor at any time, so he is scared, terrified, insecure, and desperately wants to find someone.
Backer, am I right?"
Hahaha..., Major Harding was talking and laughing, and even started dancing, "Lula is not easy to deal with. At most, I can only stand in a neutral position. Yes, even if you bring me wine every day, I can only
We’ve made it this far.”
The arrogant Major Harding, smelling of wine, hooked up with Rubin. Rubin finally got rid of the other's arm and said: "Mr. Harding, what the Governor wants is not your neutrality. What he wants is
More."
"More? No, it's impossible..., a few bottles of wine can at most make me neutral, don't expect too much else." Harding's sarcastic expression came out again. He felt that Alfonso wanted to rely on a few bottles of wine.
The idea of buying yourself off with alcohol is ridiculous.
But this time Rubin straightened his back, raised his head and said: "The Governor actually wants to do business with you, for example, exchanging whiskey for diesel. You control the distribution and flow of a large amount of materials, and there is a huge influence in this."
Operating space.”
"What?" Major Harding was originally proud and reserved, but he was stunned when he heard the word 'business', and even more calmed down when he heard 'whiskey for diesel'. He stared at Lu with his eyes wide.
Bing asked: "What does Alfonso want to do? Doesn't he still have a lot of this whiskey?"
"Our Excellency the Governor said that we hope to discuss the specific conditions at the dance tomorrow night. However, he offered a price of 'one ton of spirits for one ton of diesel'." This time, Rubin showed a confident and proud expression.
What he says now carries great power, because behind it is huge wealth and power.
The demand for spirits in the last days is no less than diesel. Harding on the opposite side shook his head and asked in confusion: "Tell me again, what does Alfonso want to do?"
"A ton of spirits for a ton of diesel," Rubin repeated.
Hiss..., Harding finally realized that the situation was completely different from what he imagined. The useless governor who had been staying in the city seemed to have found some incredible way, so that his men had the confidence to brag in front of him. "Ah.
Where did Fangsuo get so much strong liquor?"
"Maybe you should go to the ball tomorrow night and ask our Governor in person." Rubin smiled.
Major Harding was frightened and confused. He felt that he seemed to be involved in some kind of conspiracy or some kind of vortex. As long as he categorically refused, he would be able to escape from the vortex. But he couldn't let go of the bottle of wine in his hand and the drunkenness in his brain.
The feeling of comfort told him that danger also contained huge benefits.
"I want to think about it carefully." Harding returned to his desk, sat down, held his head with one hand and began to think.
Rubin didn't expect that the situation would be like this, but it might not be a bad thing to let Major Harding think about it. After waiting for a while, he wanted to say goodbye and leave, but after calling the other party several times, he discovered... Major Harding...
I drank a bottle of high-strength liquor and fell asleep while snoring while thinking about it.
Without saying goodbye now, Rubin decided to leave directly. But when he was about to leave, the two guards who were originally standing behind Harding stopped him and asked with a smile: "Hey, boy, do you still have this wine? Do you want it?"
How can I get it?”
People who can live in the apocalypse and work as errands are smart people. Rubin also laughed and said: "It's not difficult to get wine. We will sell this thing soon. But for you, I think there are two other things.
Goods are more affordable.”
The three axes that Zhou Qingfeng used to open up the door, and one axe of strong liquor were enough to defeat Major Harding. Next, another axe of instant noodles officially appeared. The same thing is that gods can kill gods when they are blocked, and Buddhas are killed when they are blocked. They are invincible.
There was a portable boiler for heating in Major Harding's office. He took a camp pot and boiled some water, threw in a few pieces of fried instant noodles and boiled it. Within three minutes, the hot water boiled and the aroma came out, and the two guards became ascetic.
A pervert who has been a pervert for several months suddenly meets a seductive and beautiful woman, and is granted a soul by God.
"My... my... lord... ah!" A guard came to the boiler, and the steam with the scent of oil made him intoxicated. The other guard had already prepared a lunch box and a fork.
Pick up a bunch of instant noodles, blow on it and put it in your mouth.
"Eating tortillas every day is driving me crazy. Finally, there is a new delicious food that can meet my needs. Every taste bud of mine is telling me that this is exactly what I need." A guard shouted while eating.
, "No matter what this thing is called, I think it is more delicious than French dinner now."
Rubin himself was once conquered by the smell of instant noodles. In fact, now that he smelled the overflowing aroma from the noodles, he felt his stomach growling again.
The food in the wasteland has little oil and water. Even the soldiers of the Enclave can only eat ordinary food. And due to the extreme lack of condiments, even salt has become a precious commodity now. Who can refuse in such a poor life?
A bowl of hot instant noodles with oil and aroma?
As the two guards yelled in the office, the aroma wafted out from the gaps in the room, and more Enclave officers and soldiers were lured to knock on the door.
For these people, the 'Supreme' brand instant noodles was like a discovery in the New World. They immediately entered the carnival mode, and each one took out their pots and pans and started cooking noodles and eating like crazy. After eating, they
Start praising!
"Great, I will definitely stock up on enough 'Supreme' instant noodles in the future."
"This thing will become the hard currency of life in the future."
"Hey, don't touch my noodles, don't touch a mouthful of soup, this is about my dignity."
Amidst the praise, Major Harding, who was drunk, suddenly sniffed and sat up due to the aroma of his face. He looked at the room full of officers and soldiers, smelled the rich and lingering aroma, and drank.
Full of wine, he said quietly, "I suddenly feel very hungry. What are you eating?"
All the officers and soldiers picked up their lunch boxes and shouted in unison: "'Supreme' instant noodles, unimaginably delicious, you... deserve it!" (To be continued.)