Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing sat down, waved his hand to the bartender, and handed him ten rubles.

"Here's your tip. Tell me what good drinks and delicious food your bar has."

The bartender's eyes lit up and he quickly put the ruble into his pocket.

These ten rubles were equivalent to several days' wages for him. If the manager saw it, he would have to hand it over.

The bartender smiled, bent over, and began to introduce He Daqing.

"Sir, we'll use the best and strongest liquor, Flame Fu Vodka!

Drinking it feels like a flame burning in your mouth...

We have great smoked fish and grilled sausages in the bar, as well as fresh Arctic king prawns..."

“What about the fruit?

What is there?

"Only apples and frozen pears, sir!"

"Okay, that's all there is to it.

Give me ten bottles of Flaming Vodka and two fruit platters!

Give me one portion of smoked fish, grilled sausage, Arctic prawns, lamb and beef.

Another big cake..."

The bartender looked confused and asked quickly:

"Sir, are you alone?

Flame Vodka is not cheap. It is imported from China and costs one hundred rubles a bottle.

Are you sure?

Damn, the ex-factory price of Red Star Distillery is only five rubles a bottle.

This underground dance hall sells a bottle of wine for a hundred rubles, which is even more shady than robbery.

But He Daqing is not short of money at all.

The fact that it can be sold at this price shows that Red Star Distillery's Flame Vodka is still quite popular in the Soviet Union.

He Daqing took out a stack of rubles from his pocket, waved them in his hand, and looked like a nouveau riche with his nose in the air.

"How much is it? Just tell me the number. I'm not short of money..."

The bartender didn't dare to delay and immediately quoted a price.

After handing over 700 rubles to the bartender, He Daqing continued:

"Go, find me some pretty chicks and tell them I'm buying them a drink.

It should be good-looking and have a bigger breast, okay?

Go quickly, if I am satisfied, you will definitely get some benefits..."

As soon as He Daqing finished speaking, before the bartender could make any move, several flashy girls surrounded him.

"Sir, can I sit here?"

"Are my balls big enough, sir?"

"Sir, I'd like to have a drink with you..."

He Daqing waved his hand and told the bartender to go away. He accepted everyone who came.

"Beautiful lady, this seat is for you.

Haha! Your ball is big enough, come sit next to me.

Want a drink? No problem, I'll feed you a drink later..."

The five girls quickly filled the booth. He Daqing smiled slyly, and several lip marks appeared on his face.

Under the dim light, He Daqing hugged a few women, drank Flaming Vodka, ate delicious food, and played some secret little games.

The girls obviously had never drunk Flaming Vodka before. The bubbles choked them and made their faces red, but they were reluctant to spit it out.

Flame Vodka was a special quota for Soviet cadres and ordinary people could not drink it.

The dance hall was built at a high price, and it was the first time for them to drink such expensive wine.

Another gorgeously dressed girl took advantage of the dim light and squeezed towards He Daqing.

"Sir, can I squeeze in with you?"

When He Daqing looked up, he first looked at the ball, which looked good, and then he looked at his face.

Damn, such a thick foundation can’t even hide the crow’s feet at the corners of my eyes.

He Daqing had night vision and could tell at a glance that this Mao girl was an old woman pretending to be young.

After the old woman finished speaking, she wanted to rub against He Daqing.

He Daqing glared and cursed:

"Get away from me, you bastard.

How dare someone like you come near me?

Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself?

With your looks, if you dare to eat an apple from my table, I will beat the shit out of you..."

Before He Daqing finished speaking, several Mao girls who were squeezed together with He Daqing stood up one after another.

A few young girls dragged and beat the old woman and kicked her out of the booth area.

He Daqing was holding a bottle of wine, leaning against a group of beautiful Mao girls, and he looked a little drunk.

Back then, I, He Daqing, would always go to small alleys and those cheap brothels to hang out.

The ones that cost 50 cents or 1 yuan are just a matter of luck. Sometimes the quality is ridiculously poor, but I just want to try them for the sake of novelty.

Now, I have great power, a lot of money, and a lot of power. Just thinking about it makes me feel great.

Foreign horses and black girls are not a big deal.

A life of drunkenness, debauchery and extravagance is right before our eyes.

If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk.

Pull out the ruby ​​lighter.

With a "click", a cigarette was lit.

I took a deep breath, and exhaled the smoke along with the breath in my chest. It was so refreshing.

The girls looked at He Daqing smoking and immediately began to persuade him in a low voice.

"Sir, please put out your cigarette. Smoking is not allowed indoors."

"That's right. The security here is very fierce. They will beat you up, strip you naked and throw you out."

"Sir, I'll take you to the smoking room..."

He Daqing waved his hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to smoke here!

Why is the security guard so fierce?

I would like to see...”

While He Daqing was in a daze, three tall and strong men walked up to his booth.

The strong man in the lead was waving a short stick and beating it in his palm.

Originally he wanted to give He Daqing a hard beating first, but when he saw He Daqing's attire and the table full of food and wine, the security chief hesitated.

The gold watch on He Daqing's wrist, the car keys around his waist, and the bottle of flaming vodka on the table all indicate He Daqing's identity.

They are either rich or noble, definitely not an ordinary family.

Thinking of this, the security chief advised kindly:

"Sir, you can't smoke here!

Your behavior has affected other customers.

The smoking room is over there. If you don’t know, I can show you the way…”

He Daqing glanced at the security chief with contempt and arrogance.

"I'm going to smoke here today..."

The security chief frowned, it seemed that today's matter could not be resolved peacefully.

“Sir, our boss is very familiar with Sheriff Marov.

If you're causing trouble here, you might have come to the wrong place..."

He Daqing is getting so angry that he even dares to use his title of sheriff to put pressure on me. How can I fall for this?

He took out two hundred rubles from his pocket.

"I'm going to smoke here today..."

The security chief was stunned for a moment, and somehow took the two hundred rubles.

"Sir, since you are a big customer of our dance hall, you can finish this cigarette..."

He Daqing exhaled a puff of thick smoke, took out five hundred rubles and waved them, enjoying the feeling of spending money like water.

My uncle He Daqing is here tonight to spend money and have fun.

The security chief swallowed his saliva. Two hundred plus five hundred, that was almost half a year's salary for him.