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 went to Baili Shopping Avenue. He successfully bought Spain's Bascava sparkling wine from the address he found earlier.
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 a Salkanique brandy anymore.
Therefore, if Sheyan wanted to drink this type of brandy, he had to go to 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 plans. Nevertheless, Hong Kong had a long history. Regardless of whether it was Lan Kwai Fong, or Wan Chai's Luo Ke Road, 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. In terms of time, he also had plenty. Therefore, he directly went to each bar and inquired from the bartenders.
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 blend Salkanique brandy, but in a nearby bar called Scottish Bagpipes, the owner Peter would personally blend the drinks. The owner's bartending skills were extremely adept, and he was an expert in a variety of extremely rare liquor blending methods. 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 this, he only smiled and said.
"My only worry now is that he doesn't know how to blend."
*****
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 exterior of the bar looked like the bow 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 the spoils of war from one of the bar owner's adventures.
Sheyan casually found a seat and sat down. With a snap of his fingers, he ordered a beer. Looking at the bill, it was really expensive, actually 3 times more than similar bars. With the same price, one could go to a nightclub 2 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 slowly calmed down.
There were many customers like him, thus Sheyan blended into the crowd and didn't attract any attention. At about 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 and deep eyes. An old scar could be seen extending from his neck to the inside of his chest. Probably because he drank alcohol, the scar was red and swollen. It was like a mysterious centipede.
The man casually took the bartender. His movements were as graceful as moving clouds and flowing water. After he tossed it, 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 customers successively placed their bids, and finally the glass was purchased for 1000 HKD.
When the name of the second glass was announced, Sheyan's heart trembled slightly. This was because the name 'Sarkanik Brandy' that had troubled him for the past few days, was shockingly uttered by the bartender.
"The second glass, 'Sarkanik Brandy', starting price 1500 HKD."
When the name of the glass was announced, it seemed like it would be extremely popular. Someone immediately followed up.
"2000 HKD."
Following that, people successively raised the price. It swiftly soared to 3000 HKD.
A glass of cocktail being sold at this price, was basically the limit. Initially, 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 features were delicate and alluring. She seemed to be a mixed-blood from a wealthy family. As soon as she entered, she laughed loudly.
"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."
The young lady was obviously astonished that someone actually dared to snatch her drink, after regaining her composure she sneered.
"10,000 USD and you want to snatch my drink? 50,000 USD! "
"100,000 USD." Sheyan still insipidly said.
The young lady was slightly hesitant. Although she came from a wealthy family, she had a good upbringing. 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, but her swollen chest slightly 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 bent down and pulled out a silver password-protected suitcase from under the table. He nonchalantly tossed it onto the table and opened it. 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 caught in a trap of her own making. Even if she could pay a higher price, she definitely wouldn't be able to carry a suitcase of dollars 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 clenched 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 flew out of the bartender's 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 shadowed in the darkness. He then walked over to the young lady who crossed her arms and sneered. He then indifferently said.
"Well done."
The young lady disdainfully replied.
"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, obviously wanting to act as her escorts. They walked up and ridiculed.
"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, the fragments splashing out. Blood meandered down like a red snake. Sheyan nonchalantly released his hand, allowing the disheveled hair and bloody scalp in his palm to fall down. The heavily injured man slumped limply 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 greatest motivation.)
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