v2 Chapter 342： my friend (2/2)
However, he did not come for a blind date, and did not care too much about what other people think of him. He roughly glanced at the surrounding environment, went straight to the bar, and put down his backpack.
”Excuse me, let me have a glass of water ... Also wine.”
However, the lame boss did not turn around when he heard the words. In fact, he was still organizing the wine rack as if he hadn't heard anything.
Zhang Heng frowned, because the composition of immigrants in the United States is very complex, not only in England and Scots, but also in many other countries, so although this situation is relatively rare, the possibility that the boss does not speak English can not be ruled out So Zhang Heng asked again in French and Spanish.
The result still has no effect.
Instead, a bearded man put down the poker in his hand and came over. He was as rough as his fur bear. He behaved unexpectedly and politely. He asked Zhang Heng, ”Do you mind if I sit next to you In position? ”
”No, please.” Zhang Hengdao paused and asked, ”Since you are the guests here, you should be able to answer my next question. Is the owner of this bar a deaf?”
”Ha ha ha ha.” The bear-like man laughed twice, but didn't immediately answer Zhang Heng's question, but said with interest, ”Where did you come from, my friend, me Did not see your horse outside. ”
”Others ... in the town.” Zhang Hengdao.
”But as far as I know, there are no other towns within a hundred miles.”
”So, as you can see, I've come a long way.” Zhang Hengdao, looking sideways at the table where the man was sitting before, pointing at a bottle of whiskey above, ”Can you give me a glass, I have a long time No more water. ”
”Of course, of course, as the saying goes, good wine is always shared with friends.” A man like Mao Xiong laughed, but instead of getting up, he was still sitting in place, looking at Zhang Heng ~~ blinked, ”You're a Chinese guy, right, although you look stronger than most Chinese guys, wearing weird clothes and no such thing behind your head ...”
A bear-like man compared to a braided gesture, ”Don't be nervous, I also had two Chinese friends before. They opened a grocery store in the town. I like them. Sincerely, I always patronize them. Shops, those hard-working, tireless little things, like the bees flying in your ears every day, buzz buzz, forgive me, I have n’t read many books, this analogy may not be appropriate ... until One day, there was a slight problem with our friendship. ”
The look on the face of a man like a bear is very troubled. ”You come to judge, that morning, I went to their shop as usual, took some honey candles, and probably two bottles of wine. When I was leaving, they suddenly stopped me and asked me to pay. By the way, I cleared out my previous debt. This kind of behavior hurt me deeply. Given the deep friendship between us, I do n’t think this is the case. Pure affection can be measured by money, so I put down the honey, put down the candles, put down the bacon ham in my hand, and then opened one of the bottles and drank two big mouthfuls.
”And in the process, my two friends kept chattering in my ears, so I had to pull out the revolver around my waist, and shot one of them on their cute little head, and then ... ... all of our problems were suddenly resolved. ”
A bear-like man smiled. ”Now, let me answer your previous question. No, the one-legged Randall's ears are not deaf. Considering his age, this old bastard's ears are more sensitive than dogs. I heard every word and every word you said clearly, but ... he just didn't care about tm. ”