Chapter 387 (1/2)

The tramp swallowed several pieces of bread continuously, probably because it was too dry. The bread was stuck in his throat. His face was red and looked at the Yellow sorghum pleadingly.

Huang Liang was unmoved. He couldn't buy a bottle of water for him.

The tramp also knew that his request was too much. Instead of looking at the sorghum, he picked up a big handful of snow from his chair and stuffed it into his mouth.

The melted snow poured down his throat and finally swallowed the swollen bread stuck in it.

Huang Liang looked at him and asked, ”where is haicucumber street?”

The tramp took a few hard breaths, stroked his chest, looked at the little bread left in the bread bag, and his face showed an angry and sad look. He was probably blaming himself for eating so fast and worried about whether there was enough left for a meal.

”Where is haicucumber street?” Huang Liang asked again. He is very patient, but that doesn't mean he will be patient all the time.

”Oh, sea cucumber... That's a good place!” the tramp leaned on the bench, unaware of the cold snow. ”Do you know what sea cucumber is?”

”Sea cucumber?” Huang Liang remembers that there is such a name in China. I don't know whether Europeans call it so.

”Sea cucumber?” the tramp was stunned and laughed, ”Oh, no, no, it's not that expensive! Sea cucumber is a scaly sea squirt, white, spiny, looks like a cucumber, but it's soft. I used to see it when I was a sailor at sea. In temperate waters, thousands of people often gather together. It's a cheap commodity.”

”I'm not here to study marine biology,” Huang Liang said.

”Oh yes, yes, young man, I know you're going to haicucumber street, but you must find out what haicucumber is before you can find it.” the tramp said with a mysterious smile, ”do you know that haicucumber has another meaning?”

Seeing that Huang Liang's face seemed impatient, he said, ”well, I guess you don't know. Let me tell you, sea cucumbers - that's what men do!”

There was a trace of malice in his eyes. ”Every year tens of thousands of ships enter and leave Amsterdam port. Sailors are blown by the sea wind and soaked in the sea. Over time, their skin will change. Even the second is different from ordinary people. It's like being salted by sea salt. It's fat, white and elastic. People call it sea cucumber.”

”So you should understand now that haicucumber street is where sailors wash their dick... Hahaha... Do you know how to wash it? Of course, it's water from women... Hahaha...”

The tramp seemed to think of something pleasant and laughed wildly.

”Tell me where it is?” Huang Liang had understood. If the tramp hadn't lied to him, haicucumber street might be a hidden alley in a red light district. No wonder it can't be found on Google map.

The tramp stopped laughing, looked up at the sky, looked at the white clouds in the sky and said, ”although haicucumber street is the cheapest fireworks field in Amsterdam, oh no, it is the cheapest fireworks field in Holland, the girls there are really good, especially those sold from Ukraine and Serbia. If you want to invite me to play once, I can lead the way for you.”

Huang Liang didn't expect that the tramp who couldn't eat enough would put forward such a request, and he couldn't understand why human beings still have such physiological desire under such extreme suffering. When he instinctively wanted to refuse, the tramp changed his mind temporarily.

”Oh, no, no, no, I'd better go by myself. What if I take you there and you stand me up? Just give me the money, just 20 euros, oh no, 10 euros...”