"Damn it, for the sake of the goddess, won't anyone throw this unlucky guy out? Mr. Henry?"
complained a man at the end of the bar.
The man was very tall, with tight muscles all over his body. He was wearing a cheap shirt that was bulging out, and he looked aggressive.
The man drank up a 300ml glass of malt beer in one go, took a long breath, placed the glass on the bar with a clang, wiped his mouth briefly with his other hand, took out a coin, and shouted: "One more glass." .”
"Of course, my sir, but I'm sorry that I can't meet your previous request." Henry, wearing a leather jacket, said behind the bar.
"But he has affected my current mood." The man in the shirt said seriously, "One week, seven days, I can only enjoy the world that belongs to me only in such a small amount of time now, but this guy actually Crying in my ears, if it weren't for the delicious beer here, I would have suspected it was in some nightmare."
"Thank you very much for your compliment, my sir, but no matter how many times you say it, the answer will not change, because this is not your own black cuttlefish, but everyone's black cuttlefish." Henry replied without changing his expression. road.
After Henry finished speaking, the originally noisy bar was quiet for a moment, and then a more violent and enthusiastic voice sounded.
"Well said, Mr. Henry, everyone here has a glass of ale on my head."
"No, let me do this. Let us cheer for Mr. Henry's firm stance."
"Wait until you pay back all the credit you owe before you say this."
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The lively atmosphere in the bar made Sugar couldn't help but be infected. His eyes moved back and forth between the man in the shirt and Henry behind the bar, wanting to see how things would end.
The man in the shirt stared at Henry with murderous intent, but Henry remained unmoved. After cleaning a glass, he poured the man a glass of malt beer from an oak cup and collected the penny. Walk.
"Maybe he just encountered something bad," Henry pointed to the man on the other side who was still crying softly. "Black Cuttlefish tolerates everything about the guests. If you come over and cry one day because you were spanked by dad, I think, You don’t want me to throw you out, right?”
The face of the man in the shirt suddenly turned red, like pig liver. He seemed to be trying his best to endure something. The muscles in his face trembled slightly, and even the wine residue on his beard also trembled.
"What if I have to let him out?" The man in the shirt said solemnly, seemingly angry.
"Then follow the rules of the black cuttlefish," Henry took out two huge oak cups from under the bar. "Whoever falls first will lose."
The man in the shirt glanced at the corner where the crying came from, nodded confidently, and reached for the cup.
When things get here, it's almost over.
Su Ge looked towards the side where the cry came from. A relatively strong man was sobbing softly while holding an oak cup. He exuded a strong smell of alcohol. It was obvious that he had drunk a lot. He was not even conscious at this moment. It's all a problem.
On the other side, the man in a shirt drinking beer still remained in Su Ge's mind. Looking at that posture, it shouldn't be a problem to drink three more glasses.
This sudden competition actually didn't matter to him. From the moment he entered the Black Cuttlefish Bar, he followed Angdu's teachings and gave the outside world the impression that he was a silent man.
But in his heart, he still has some priorities. He doesn't want the man in the shirt to win, nor does he like to see a crying man being thrown out like a defeated dog.
Just when his heart was wavering, suddenly, a plain white hand held the oak cup. The huge cup and the slender hand created a strong contrast, which made Su Ge slightly startled.
He has seen this hand.
The owner of this hand was sitting a distance away from him, looking at him with a smile.
Su Ge was about to speak, but was forced back by Cecia's eyes.
"I will replace him. I think there is no such thing as irreplaceable in the rules of black cuttlefish, right?" Cecia said with a smile.
When she finished her words, the whole bar suddenly became silent with suffocating pressure. A moment later, violent and lively cheers erupted.
"Cesia! It's Cecia!"
"Yes, that's right, it's her, she's back!"
"My goddess is actually Cecia!"
The chaotic scene in front of him shocked Su Ge. He did not expect that so many people in this dirty bar knew Cecia and were cheering for her.
"No problem," Henry nodded, indicating that Cecia's actions were in line with the rules of the black cuttlefish, then turned to the other side and made a questioning gesture to the man in the shirt.
The man in the shirt seemed to be under tremendous pressure. His eyes kept turning back and forth between the oak cup and Cecia, and soon beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
Just when he was about to say something, Cecia's voice sounded again, "Of course, you can also find someone to replace you. It doesn't matter if you have a wheel battle. If you need time, I can wait for you here."
This sentence seemed to be the last straw that broke his spine. The man in the shirt showed a trace of bitterness on his face and stretched out his trembling hand to the wine glass.
But it was like there was an invisible wall blocking him. It was only an arm's length away, but it was also a distance that he could not reach.
Su Ge understood very well how important things like face are to men, especially in such public situations. Once they lose face, for some people, it would be more cruel than killing them.
Just when the man in the shirt could hardly bear it anymore, Cecia motioned Henry with her eyes to fill up the wine glass, then picked up a glass and put it directly into the hand of the man in the shirt.
"What is this?" The man in the shirt said anxiously, sweat dripping down his neck.
"This is Miss Cecia's friendship to you on behalf of Black Cuttlefish. If you don't mind, the matter ends here." Henry stood behind the bar and said with a chuckle.
The man in the shirt was stunned for a moment, and almost burst into tears with excitement. He raised his head and drank the beer in the cup in one breath, with an expression of relief on his face.
"I've heard Cecia's name, but I didn't expect that your quality is more admirable than your ability to drink. My name is Jack. I'm quite famous on the dock. If there's anything I can do, please tell me." Put on a shirt.
the man said.
Cecilia nodded without saying anything more, raised her head and drank all the wine in the glass. She walked back calmly and sat down, and gave Henry a look by the way.
Henry understood and said loudly: "Everyone, a glass of malt beer each, comes from the kindness of Miss Cecia."
A round of lively noise erupted in the bar again, and these people whose brains had been replaced by alcohol quickly forgot what had just happened under the free drinks and Cecia's grace.
In a place like the Black Cuttlefish Bar, situations like this will happen several times every once in a while, and those who have worked hard for face will also join the audience at some point.
"You don't have to take yourself so seriously. There is no protagonist here." Henry said to Jack.
Jack nodded thoughtfully, suddenly covered his wallet, and said tentatively: "It can't be that... you want me to pay for the free beer just now, right?"
"Of course not." Henry smiled and looked at the other end of the bar.
Cecia drank a glass of wine, exhaled happily, put a smile on her face, nudged Su Ge with her elbow, and whispered:
"Lend me some money."
"What?"
"Lend me some money," Cecia winked, "just the ale money."
"Generally speaking, doesn't the loser pay?" Su Ge said subconsciously, holding his wallet.
"Oh, it's not that one, and didn't you see? They have reconciled. I mean, the one that the bar gave away, one drink per person."
"Are you kidding me? One drink per person, there are at least twenty people here!" Su Ge realized that his voice was a bit loud, and quickly lowered his voice, "And isn't it said that it is from your kindness? Why do you ask me to pay?
"
"Because I'm on the blacklist here. Don't look at that old Henry's attitude towards me, but in fact he won't even let me pay for a beer on credit. If you don't lend it to me, he will give me
Stay and let me wash the cups in the kitchen."
Cecia made a weak expression, "Do you want to see me being left to do hard labor?"
As if he heard Cecia's words, Henry wiped the glass and said: "To be precise, you have been blacklisted in all the bars in York City, and it is legal to repay the money you owe with labor."
"You, the owner of a black bar, don't talk about the law. It's like a bear teaching arithmetic, full of violations." Cecia glanced at Henry, turned back, and continued to plead with her eyes.
Su Ge thought for a while and found that something was still wrong, "The free beer that won the applause just now was in your name? With my money?"
Seeing that she had no other choice, Cecia used her trump card, "In the following courses, I can reveal some secrets to you. It is the kind of knowledge that is not within the taboo, but I think you should be very interested in them."
interest."
Looking at Cecia's meaningful eyes, Su Ge finally sighed and took out the money to pay.
There were 22 spectators in total, and each cup of ale cost 2 pence, a total of 44 pence. Although it only cost part of the "pocket money", Sugar still felt heartbroken.
His personal assets amounted to 20 pounds plus 1 bien and 7 pence.
Cecia breathed a sigh of relief and was about to ask Henry for another drink, but was stopped sternly by Sugar.
"Business is about business, Miss Cecia, have you forgotten the purpose of our coming?"
Cecia retracted her hand slightly dissatisfied and signaled Henry with her eyes.
Henry smiled slightly, nodded slightly, called a young man to guard the bar, and took Cecia and Su Ge to the dim passage behind the bar.
Before leaving, Su Ge looked back and found that the crying man was still lying on the bar in the same posture, with tears in the corners of his eyes.
But there was an expression of unwillingness on his face.