When mixing cocktails, you will inevitably use juice, egg white, milk, coffee and other auxiliary ingredients. At this time, the bartender's technique is very important. For the same two cups of Manhattan, you can use whiskey for more than 40 degrees and Weimesi wine for more than 10 degrees. When the bartender pours the wine, you will have a little more whiskey or a little more whiskey, and the final alcohol content is completely different.

The cocktails in front of Rock are almost all tasteful and more delicious.

The cocktail in front of the soldier was a little more whiskey.

Don’t underestimate this point. Accumulate less and make more. In the end, this point determines the outcome.

No wonder, Rock felt a little light when he took the first sip.

In theory, the bartender recommended by Ada should not make such a mistake. Now it seems-

Go back and forth, you must have a salary increase!

Rock couldn't stand the cocktail with special ingredients. As soon as he drank the third cup, Rock suggested changing the way to drink it and playing games.

The game in the bar is of course darts.

The dart movement emerged in England in the fifteenth century, and at the end of the nineteenth century, Bellion Ganlin invented the dart scoring system. At the beginning of the twentieth century, the dart movement became a common entertainment project in bars.

Of course, the "common" here means that it is common in the UK. In the Cape, the darts movement has not yet emerged, and there is no Table Mountain Bar.

Even the largest Table Mountain bar in Cape Town does not have a game, but Oak Bar, which is a miracle. When the bar girl in a maid outfit took out the tram tram, the soldiers had a brief silence, and then immediately applauded, and several soldiers had obvious tears in their eyes.

This is Cape, and you can see games that are only available in the UK. The feeling that erupts instantly - it's like a Chinese living overseas who suddenly finds that there is a breakfast shop selling tofu brains. (Why do you eat chestnuts? It's true that it's a big foodie empire)

Salty!

Of course, sugar can be added-

(After writing this, Yutou suddenly realized that he was old. If it were the past, he would not add the next sentence to death. In fact, it was not considered old. If he was really old, he would not write the previous sentence.)

The rules of the dart movement are simple and clear. Different areas are marked with colors on the dart's target plate, with a maximum of 60 points, three darts at a time, with a full score of 180. It was not until 1902 that someone completed this result.

Rock is also a master of darts. In fact, darts are similar to shooting, and they require tacit cooperation between hands, eyes and bodies. Rock's marksmanship is at the top level, so darts are naturally not bad. A few days ago, when Ada brought the darts here, Rock easily got a full score of 180 when he tried it.

The atmosphere in the bar was warm. After the dart was taken out, the soldiers were eager to try it out. The unlucky guy on the ground was carried to the corner by the soldiers, so as not to stay in the eyes.

Rock weighed the weight of the dart, and didn't need to aim at it at all. He seemed to have a random T-step, and did not lean forward like those professional masters. He took the position as close to the target plate as possible. He just held the wine glass in one hand and threw the dart out at will.

60 points!

What's rare is that the wine in the wine glass didn't shake for a moment.

The 60-point area is three times the 20-point area directly above the 50-point area of ​​the bull's eye. The area of ​​the entire area is about two square centimeters. It can be imagined on a target plate that is one foot square.

What's even more difficult is that if you want to get 180 points, you have to leave all three darts in the 60-point area, which requires that the landing points of each dart must be evenly distributed. Otherwise, even if the first two darts are thrown in the 60-point area, there will be no room for the third dart.

This kind of problem will definitely not occur here, the second dart—

A steady 60 points.

The third dart—

The tail wing and the dart next to it were still in the 60-point area.

When he saw the tail of the dart colliding, Rock's heart still twitched, and his body became tilted unconsciously. Seeing that the dart was still in the 60-point area, Rock finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, this would be better. If there was no mistake, the soldiers would suspect that Rock was God. It would be better now. At least Rock was still a mortal.

But in the eyes of those soldiers, Rock's dart skills were almost miraculous.

"180 points!" A soldier couldn't help but sigh, his voice full of praise and honor of witnessing it with his own eyes.

"That's amazing!"

“Incredible!”

"Showing the saint in front of people!" (What the hell is this!)

More awesome sounds followed by high whistles and neat applause.

Rock picked up a glass of wine and handed it to a soldier beside him, then greeted everyone to raise their glasses at the same time.

A large area of ​​neat "extremely angry".

This time, all the evidences disappeared, and from then on, a perfect legend of Dionysia and Dart God was left at the Oak Bar.

Back on the rooftop, Ada dragged Rock directly back to the bedroom. There were too many feelings to vent. If you didn’t vent it in time, it would be easy to have endocrine disorders.

The bar downstairs was having a party, with soldiers drinking and darting. Occasionally, someone teasing the bar girl, but it was only verbally, and the atmosphere was really warm.

In fact, the battle situation upstairs is even more intense.

In the evening, when the real bar business hours were in operation, more soldiers flocked to the bar, and the police would have a drink after get off work. Rock announced in time that during the three-day trial operation, all drinks were discounted for 20% off. One bottle was bought at a time and a large fruit plate was given. The soldiers and the police were as enthusiastic as picking up big bars. The two bartenders and four bar girls were sweating all over. There was no place to sit in the four k2s, and they were squeezed outside the bar door to welcome them. Fortunately, there were no female guests at the Oak Bar, otherwise they would be frightened.

Rock also sat at the bar and ordered a glass of tiger bone wine to fill the emptiness in his heart. Ada was still asleep. I guess he wouldn't get up tomorrow. Tiger bone wine was really good.

It is hard to imagine that Cape actually has tiger bones!

Rock always thought there were no tigers in the Cape, but this was not surprising. Because of the Boer War, there were many strange things on the Cape Town market. A few days ago, Anton even brought Rock a ginseng, not the American ginseng native to the United States and Canada, but the ginseng native to the northeast of the Qing Dynasty.

Although ginseng is good, Rock cannot be used. Unlike American ginseng that nourishes and reduces fire, ginseng is used to boost qi and helps fire. It has completely opposite effects. Rock is young and has strong firepower and does not need the help of ginseng, so tiger bones are good.

Halfway through a glass of tiger bone wine, a major and two captains walked into the bar, and the voices of soldiers and policemen suddenly became much smaller.

"You're Rock? Rock of the Cape Town Police Department?" The Major obviously had heard of Rock's name.

"Yes, Mr. Major, welcome to Oak Bar." Rock raised his glass and signaled to the Major: "Henry, give our Major a cup of Manhattan, I'll treat you."

"You opened this bar?" The major was very curious.

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Add one update, for the brother who has been supporting the fish head since "Expedition to Europe" in the previous chapter "This chapter says" -
Chapter completed!