Golden Fishery

  A bottle of beer was thrown up, and at this moment Qin Shiou began to see the madness of North Americans at the carnival party.

Everyone was drinking, and the DJ rubbed a piece of passionate music. Everyone shook their bodies and the bottles in their hands. Champagne, beer, and red wine were scattered all over the ground and filled with passionate music. In the entrance...

  Participants in the carnival are free to find someone to drink, but there is a rule, that is, give priority to people sitting in front of the bar to drink. If you want to sit down, you have to endure being poured by a group of people.

   is like a ring. At this moment, the bar of the bar becomes a ring. Whoever sits on the bar is the one sitting on the bar. A group of lunatics take turns to drink until they can’t beat the alcohol and then change to go up.

  Black Knife was the first to sit in front of the bar, and he laughed loudly at Qin Shiou: "Haha, BOSS, look at me, give us a good start to the fishery camp!"

  Little Hughes swayed a bottle of Budweiser, rushed up and fell on the black knife and shouted: "You are dead tonight! You are dead!"

  Black Knife ordered two big beer glasses, a two-liter big glass, he poured half of the beer into it, and then filled the two big wine glasses with red wine and white wine in one hand.

  He grabbed a wine glass, and the black knife proudly looked at the fanatical drinkers around and asked, "Who will come?"

   Hughes pointed to the young man named Mike who had been introduced earlier and shouted: "Mike! Go!"

  After that, everyone around shouted: "Mike! Mike! Mike!"

  The blond young man wiped his face awkwardly, and scolded Hughes: "Fak squid, Fak! I won't let you go, you **** soul egg! I'll take revenge!"

  The black knife raised the big wine glass ‘gu-dong-gu-dong’ and poured all the wine into it. The people around cheered suddenly, and the voice was loud, overwhelming the DJ's music for a while.

  Mike and Hughes scolded for a while, and then picked up their glasses. He poured madly into his mouth with a sad expression on his face.

  It took more than a minute for Mike to finish the wine. Qin Shiou felt uncomfortable for him...

  After he finished drinking, the cheers became louder. Mike slapped the wine glass on the table, pointed at the black knife and shouted, "You, get out of here, I want, I want to sit...Fak! Nah!"

  Someone dragged Mike out, Hughes covered his eyes and shouted, "Oh, God, forgive this sinner and save the soul of this unlucky boy. May the Lord bless you! Who will come next?!"

   "Larry, you mother gou, of course you will come next!" someone shouted.

   Hughes stood up and said awe-inspiringly: "I am the commander-in-chief, you idiots, how can you win without my command..."

   "We don't care if we win or lose! Hughes, you go!"

  "Little Hughes! Little Hughes! Little Hughes!"

   Hughes, who has always been the most troubled, was dumbfounded. He wanted to argue, but he was kicked out of the **** with a kick, and he staggered two steps and almost hit the bar.

  The black knife held him, and smiled maliciously: "Do you want a depth bomb? Or a mine? Or a nuclear warhead?"

  Beer plus red wine is a depth bomb, beer plus white wine is a mine, mixed, that is a nuclear warhead.

  Little Hughes smiled and said, "Don’t be like this, black knife, my good buddy, can’t we be a little more peaceful? Let’s start with beer. Step by step..."

  Someone brought up a small wine barrel. Qin Shiou joked: "Come on, start with beer. Drink beer. No air changes are allowed. Whoever changes air will change a barrel of wine and drink again."

  Xiao Hughes looked at Qin Shiou and said blankly: "Oh. God, please open your arms, I'm going to see you soon!"

  Qin Shiou laughed. Of course, they would not really make Hugh Hugh drunk, otherwise no one would have an active drinking atmosphere. Although he is not the commander-in-chief, he is a qualified host.

  There are activities when drinking. Fishermen live on the island. What can fishermen compare? Indoors, you can't fish, fish, and shoot fish, you can only play with power wrenches.

  This is also the banker. Someone sits at the table first, while others challenge. The loser drinks a bottle of beer, and the winner continues to sit in the banker. The last one wins is the emperor of the carnival night party.

  It's good to be the emperor of the night party. In the end, the most beautiful girl will be selected as the queen of the night party. Then you can come with something ambiguous.

  Qin Shiou watched the chubby Carson sitting in the village, he moved his wrist and body to prepare for the challenge.

  According to predictions, with his strength, endurance, and explosive power transformed by Poseidon’s energy, this kind of wrist-wrenching competition will last him no problem.

  The reason why he wanted to play this was because Qin Shiou had to hide from the alcohol. The black knife had already been flipped, and Shaq and Bird, who were going up to fight next, also fell, and Nelson was preparing to attack.

  The ultimate goal of the people around is Qin Shiou. They are not satisfied with the fishermen going into battle and want Qin Shiou to drink.

  Qin Shiou can drink, but will not be poured like a stupid bird.

After moving for a while, Qin Shiou sat opposite Carson, where the latter chirped: "Boy, you are so brave! You want to provoke me? Okay, okay, then I have to send you to see Satan, God God Will redeem your soul, may..."

   "Fak squid, hurry up! Carson, you long tongue woman, you shut up and concentrate on playing OK? We can't wait to drink Qin wine!" Someone kicked Carson's chair from behind.

  Carson cursed back, then raised his arm.

  Qin Shiou also stretched out his arms. I have to say that there is a huge difference in the thickness of the arms between the two. This is a natural difference between the yellow race and the white race, especially since the guys like Carson are descendants of Vikings, they are often five big and three thick.

  People in the town don’t know much about Qin Shiou’s strength, but the group of people who play basketball with him know that the power he showed on the court is terrible.

  But basketball does not rely solely on strength, so not many people value him.

  Qin Shiou put his arm up and smiled: "Is anyone willing to place a bet?"

  Papa Hickson came up and said: "I'll be the banker, anyone want to gamble? Qin and Carson, the King of Oriental Force VS Western Hercules..."

Qin Shiou interrupted him and said, "So, father, we don't bet-money, let's bet on beer. If you lose, drink and bet a few bottles of beer. The winner can get an empty bottle, and it will be their turn later. For drinking, you can use an empty wine bottle to cover the bill."

  This is a good suggestion. The people in the small town used to be poor. Although the economy has improved a lot recently, when money is involved, they still don’t want to participate, but if they switch to drinking...

   "I bet, two bottles, Qin loses and Carson wins!"

   "Two bottles, Carson wins!"

   "Me too, two bottles, Carson, you can definitely win!"

   "Qin must have lost, this hapless kid!"

  Two bottles are capped, otherwise no one can drink a bet on two hundred bottles, and that would be a bad bill.

  Daddy Hickson is good at bookkeeping. He has a super good memory. He has worked in a restaurant all his life, and he has never used billing. If anyone orders anything, tell him directly, it’s definitely not wrong.

  The betting is over, Qin Shiou smiled slightly and asked: "How many people bet me to win?"

  Hickson shrugged and said: "It's a pity, Qin, only Hughes bet you to win."

  Qin Shiou took a look, Hughes winked at him, and said, "Kill them!"

   "OK, the road to massacre, it's started, 3, 2, 1!" (to be continued~^~)