After a few days of rough sailing, Sheyan quietly arrived in Hong Kong. Other people might still have some symptoms of fatigue after traveling on the ship, but he, who had lived on the ship all year round, was in high spirits. He found the black market and exchanged some Hong Kong dollars. Then, he went to the Landmark, Hong Kong's top luxury goods gathering place, and then went to Baili Shopping Avenue. He successfully bought the Spanish Bascava sparkling wine at the address he found previously.
As for the last remaining type of French Salkanique brandy, it was rather special. This was because this type of brandy was rather special, it couldn't be bought with money. Why was that so? This was because this type of brandy was blended with Nesk mead and Salkanique brandy. It was only effective for 2 hours, and after 2 hours, the taste would deteriorate. Naturally, it couldn't be called Salkanique brandy anymore.
Therefore, if Sheyan wanted to drink this type of brandy, he had to find a place that could blend Salkanique brandy. Actually, the difficulty of blending Salkanique brandy wasn't that simple, but it wasn't that difficult either. The crucial point was that this type of brandy didn't have many consumers. Therefore, the bartender had to possess ample experience and experience, to be able to blend a cup of excellent quality Salkanique brandy.
As for where he could find the final cup of this title, Sheyan didn't have any particular intentions. Nevertheless, Hong Kong had a long history. Regardless of whether it was Lan Kwai Fong, or Luo Ke Road in Wanchai, or even Kowloon Sand Spit, there were plenty of bars scattered around. Sheyan wasn't in a hurry. In terms of money, he had plenty of it. In terms of time, he also had plenty. Therefore, he directly went to each bar and inquired from the bartender.
As the saying goes, hard work pays off. After searching for an entire day, Sheyan finally paid a hundred dollars to obtain information from a veteran bartender. He didn't know who could make Salkaniec brandy, but in a bar called Scottish Bagpipes not far away, sometimes the owner, Peter, would personally mix the drinks. The owner's bartending skills were very skilled, and he was an expert in mixing many kinds of extremely rare drinks. However, this boss had a strange personality. Not only would he occasionally mix drinks once a month, but he would also mix at most three cups for auction. He would never mix more than that. More importantly, this boss seemed to have a wide range of connections. He could get along with both the good and the bad. As long as he didn't want to do it, then no one could force him.
Sheyan didn't say anything after hearing that. He just smiled and said.
"The only thing I'm worried about now is that he doesn't know how to concoct it."
*****
Around 10 pm, Sheyan arrived at a bar called The Scottish Bagpipes. The place was located in a small alley, surrounded by thick green vines. There were no neon lights, no slow shaking or deafening rock music. The bar's exterior decoration looked like the prow of a sailboat. After pushing open the door and entering, melodious saxophone music entered his ears.
Sheyan walked over and surveyed his surroundings. He discovered that the walls were decorated with crude wooden decorations. Thick nails were used to nail a square foot photo frame. The photos were mainly of a single person and scenery. It should be the bar owner showing off his travels around the world. Worth mentioning was the front wall of the bar had a bear skin – a genuine bear skin. It should be a trophy from one of the bar owner's adventures.
Sheyan casually found a seat and sat down. With a snap of his fingers, he casually ordered a glass of beer. Looking at the bill, it was really expensive. It was actually 3 times more than similar bars. With the same price, one could go to a nightclub two streets away and enjoy a bottle of beer and a striptease. Sheyan silently sat in his seat, enjoying the tranquil and elegant atmosphere. His heart gradually calmed down.
There were many drinkers like him, thus Sheyan blended into the crowd and didn't attract any attention. At approximately 11 o 'clock, a burst of cheers and applause could be heard from the bar counter. When Sheyan raised his head, he saw a middle-aged European man standing in the middle of the bar counter. The man had long golden curly hair, deep eyes, and an old scar extending from his neck to the inside of his chest. Probably due to drinking, the scar was red and slightly swollen. It looked like a mysterious centipede.
The man casually took the bartender. His movements were as graceful as moving clouds and flowing water. With a toss of his hand, the sparkling bartender spun at high speed in the air, reflecting rays of dreamy light. He raised three fingers high, indicating that he would only mix three glasses of wine. Then, after a series of dazzling movements, three cups of different shapes were placed on the table. Colorful liquid rippled in the cups, as if they were three colorful illusions.
The bartender smiled and stood up, bowing slightly.
"Old rules, please place your bids. The first glass: 'Flaming Red Bull', starting price 500 HKD."
The drinkers successively placed their bids, finally the glass was bought for 1000 HKD.
When the name of the second glass was announced, Sheyan's heart slightly stirred. This was because the name 'Sarkanik Brandy' that had troubled him for the past few days, shockingly came out from the bartender's mouth.
"The second glass, Sarkanik Brandy, starting price 1500 HKD."
When the name of the glass was announced, it seemed to be relatively popular. Someone immediately followed up.
"2000 HKD."
Following that, people successively raised the price. It swiftly soared to 3000 HKD.
For a glass of cocktail to be sold at such a price, it was basically the limit. At the start, that person reluctantly bid 3500 HKD. It should be that once someone raised the price, he would give up. At this moment, the sound of violent brakes drifting could be heard from outside the bar. Following that, the door was suddenly flung open, and a young girl wearing a nude leather jacket and pants rushed in. She had a pair of deep breasts, but her facial features were delicate and alluring. She seemed to be a mixed-blood from a wealthy family. She laughed loudly as soon as she entered.
"Woah, finally caught up, 5000 HKD!"
This price should be able to suppress everyone, the young lady directly went to grab the glass. Yet at this moment, a dull voice drifted in from the corner of the bar.
"10000 USD."
Without a doubt, the person who spoke this sentence instantly became the focus of everyone's attention. However, Sheyan had already transcended society long ago. Placing his hands on the table, he drank a mouthful of beer and calmly said.
"If no one is raising the price, then please bring the glass over. Waiter."
This young lady was astonished that someone actually dared to compete with her. After regaining her composure, she sneered.
"10,000 USD and you want to compete with me? 50,000 USD! "
"100,000 USD." Sheyan still insipidly said.
The young lady was slightly hesitant. Although she came from a wealthy family, her upbringing was good. If she were to compete with someone and spend 100,000 USD in a fit of pique! Then she would really be heavily scolded by her father! She didn't know if she was anxious or angry. Her swollen chest faintly heaved up and down. Impressively, it was like a young fruit that had ripened. But her pitch-black eyes suddenly turned, and she suddenly slyly said.
"Who knows if you have 100,000 USD? Bagpipes don't swipe cards here. "
Sheyan stooped down and pulled out a silver suitcase from under the table. He nonchalantly tossed it onto the table and opened it up. Stacks of green banknotes slid out of the box.
"Feel free to check it out ….. I'll give you 10 seconds to take out 100,001 USD or more. Otherwise, please bring the glass over, thank you."
This young lady was obviously trapped in a cocoon of her own making. Even if she could pay a higher price, she definitely wouldn't be able to carry a suitcase of USD around! Thus, her face turned green and red as she froze on the spot. The nearby bartender had no choice but to turn around and look at the expressionless face of the boss. He gritted his teeth and picked up the glass, walking over to Sheyan.
But at this moment, the young lady sneered and waved her hand! "Pa!" The glass of Chardonnay brandy that the bartender was holding flew out of his hand! Sheyan's pupils contracted, he didn't expect this young lady to be so unruly, to actually do such a thing. In his rage, he slammed the table and stood up. The glass in his hand was directly crushed, the remnants of the glass and alcohol splashed out in all directions! At this moment, the eyes of everyone in the bar simultaneously stared at him!
Sheyan stood up, his face shrouded in the shadows. He then walked over to the sneering young lady with her hands crossed in front of her chest. He then indifferently said.
"Well done."
The young lady disdainfully said.
"You idiot, what do you want? What can you do? Try touching me? "
At this moment, two other patrons also stood up. They were both young and robust males, walking up to act as her protectors. Simultaneously, they mocked.
"If I were you, I'd immediately scram out of here obediently."
Sheyan abruptly reached out, grabbing the hair of the man beside him. He heavily bent his knee and smashed the man's face! At the same time, the other man had already raised his beer bottle and smashed it against Sheyan's head!
The beer bottle instantly shattered, fragments splashing everywhere. Blood meandered down like a red snake. Sheyan nonchalantly released his hand, allowing the messy hair and bloody scalp in his palm to fall to the ground. The heavily injured man slumped to the ground, obviously unconscious. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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