The bartender's name is Moller, and he is a young man with gray hair and pale skin.

He saw his boss Ales welcome the noble guest in and arranged it to sit down in the best position. The kitchen brought out the best dishes for this. The way to eat ribs with sauerkraut and potatoes has always been the characteristic of Red Rock City. The broth stewed with the big lizard's hind legs is rare in other places, and it is accompanied by thick pepper apples and caramel... These dishes are completely in line with the rough style of the wilderness residents, and the method is simple. The customer who was determined to try was very satisfied, but when he walked over with a cocktail, everything changed.

"Bah, what kind of wine is this?"

"It's not a "red flame" at all. I've never tasted this damn smell. It's just garbage, sludge, smelly mud in the bathhouse."

When the guest left angrily, Moller saw the extremely disappointed look in the eyes of the boss Ales. This was originally an opportunity, but he was screwed up by himself.

Red Stone City is not a paradise, and the people here are not good men and women. Robbery, murder, rape, fraud and other things happen every day. Even in a tavern, it is not uncommon to slash people with a knife. The reason why the order in the city is stable is because of the deterrent effect of the Dark Hunter Guild and the result of the checks and balances between several large gangs. Each group has its own sphere of influence, and they charge protection fees from all shops, and "Silver Arrow" is no exception.

If the distinguished customer can be satisfied, perhaps some of the goods shipped in the future can be handed over to the "Silver Arrow" franchise. This is what Alex is most looking forward to, and other people in the tavern can also make considerable profits from it.

From the time the guest left until late at night and the tavern was closed, Moller hid in the corner behind the kitchen. He knew that he had tried his best, but some things could not be explained by the word "doing his best". Moller instinctively felt fear, and there were no useless wastes in the tavern. Maybe Alles would not want to continue bartending himself, but would directly drive him away, and even kill him with a knife in his rage.

When Mole, who was so careful, dragged his heavy steps and was about to leave the back door, he found that Su Hao was standing behind the door panel at some point, holding his hands, and saying nothing.

There is no intersection between Mole and Su Hao, and he has never even spoken, and he basically belongs to strangers.

After seeing the lost Mole for a few seconds, Su Hao slowly turned around and walked towards the empty tavern front hall, leaving a sentence: "Come with me"

Mole raised his head in a daze. When he understood the meaning of this sentence and formed a vague concept in his mind, he felt that his steps were very mechanical. He himself didn't know why he had to obey Su Hao's instructions? But he subconsciously felt that doing so was not too bad.

Su Hao had already taken out various utensils from the wine cabinet and arranged them neatly on the counter.

"I only do it once. If you want to change the current situation, take a closer look at every move."

Su Hao is not a professional bartender, and he doesn't even like drinking at all.

The word "advantage" contains too much content. One of them is time.

Compared to others, Su Hao's life can be described as "long". From the future world, he has been over 300 years old. From a researcher to a civilian, then a warrior, general, "king bee", and later emperors, he has experienced and experienced many things in his life. Life that is too long will always make people feel bored and even numb. Su Hao has always reminded himself not to make similar mistakes. He has always used various methods to divert his attention. Painting, music, technology, architecture, weapons... From the earth to the Red Dragon Planet, in addition to the necessary time to handle government affairs, he devotes all his spare time to other aspects.

In order to test whether he was proficient in the projects he had learned, Su Hao forged his identity under different pseudonyms and took hundreds of examinations in the Imperial Professional Department.

He holds a special chef certificate and has an actuary qualification certificate issued by the Imperial Audit Administration. Apart from the closest guards and officers around him, no one knows that the most authoritative art appraiser in the Empire is actually the emperor himself. The wooden tools carved by Su Hao can be sold for a very high price, and the silver tools he made are listed as sacrificial utensils by the Holy See. Violins and pianos are Su Hao’s best-known performance projects. He even has the titles of directors or membership from hundreds of different professional associations.

The third stage world is also composed of humans. As long as it is humans, they all have the same components in terms of civilization. Although they have just begun to contact this world, Su Hao has discovered many common points with the second and first stage worlds.

Su Hao once had a strong interest in bartending. During that time, many bartenders with personal characteristics were secretly invited to the palace and were specifically responsible for guiding Su Hao. No one knew that the "court winemaker" who was being directed was the emperor, and the different works produced by Su Hao also received praise from the same voice. As tasters and referees, Tong Yanfeng and Qin Wuyi got drunk many times. However, as Su Hao's interest shifted, bartending skills were never displayed in public, and at most they just entertained themselves when they were bored.

Su Hao has never heard of the name of "Red Flame". There must be differences between the products of civilization in different stages of the world. But one thing is certain: human taste and smell are basically the same, and the names of certain objects are similar. Even if you have never tried this kind of wine in person, it is hot and hot, and the naked stimulation and temptation to the mouth, tongue, and even the inside of the esophagus. Since it is a flame, people must feel the burning heat of everything from the first time from the entrance.

Moller's eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

He never thought that bartending could be so smooth. The movements were so wonderful and the rhythm was so obvious. Whether Su Hao's fingers or the scale and angle of the bottle were all just right. Ten fingers were so flexible, there was no sense of stagnation between opening the bottle and pouring the wine. Even the sound from the bottom of the bottle and the tabletop would produce a musical impact based on different liquid contents. If this was also considered bartending, then what was the musician? They didn't even have to have to close their eyes and sit next to them and listen.

The finished product that finally appeared in front of Moller was a refreshing cocktail with a bright red color that made people feel warm and hot, but not bloody at all. The liquid in the cup kept jumping up and down, as if it had soul and life. After several minutes, there were signs of slow stop. There was obvious layering between the upper and lower layers, with dark blue light floating on the surface, but the bottom layer remained rosy like flames. It seemed like a ball of crazy jumping flames, imprisoned in a goblet by some magic.

Moller took a lot of effort to move his eyes away from the wine glass with great difficulty. He felt hot all over his body, and thousands of words surged in his mind to burst out in an instant. There were gratitude, doubts, difficulties and trances. However, all his feelings and thoughts were completely blocked by Su Hao in one sentence, and he could not say a word.

"You still have a chance. Take the time to practice for an hour. If you are focused enough, you can reach a relatively barely enough level. It takes twenty minutes to walk from here to the hotel where the guest stays. If you are lucky, he should not have had a rest when you send it over."

The people in Red Rock City are all madmen and villains, and Moller is no exception.

His initial career was a liar. After successfully being promoted to a thief, Mole was not satisfied with his speed on the road of evil forces. He became daring to fight and rushed, and in just a few months he became a robber again. Because of a very accidental injury, Mole became a murderer. In order to avoid the pursuit of the imperial police, he had to escape to Red Rock City.

Alles is not a good bird either. But no matter what, the pub is a good shelter. If he really messed up the matter, he would never let him go.

Mole knew very well that Su Hao was helping himself and saving his life.

This kind of thing is very rare in Redstone City. Everyone will watch others die, which means they have more opportunities to occupy things that originally belonged to others. Even in the tavern, this situation also exists. The bartender is a good position, and Sam is eyeing him. The boy is agile and has secretly learned several recipes. The maid also wants to take his place, which means that he has more frequent contact with guests and no less tips.

Mole really doesn't understand why Su Hao wants to help him?

He looks good, and many customers like this handsome young man. That magical bartendering technique will make "Silver Arrow" a hot topic. Even in the high-end nightclub of the Empire City, there are not many professional bartenders who can compare with it. What's more, this is Red Rock City, and anyone with a skill will not come here.

Mole really wanted to catch Su Hao and ask carefully. But Su Hao left much faster than he thought. Mole didn't have time to catch up. Su Hao was right. It was only about an hour before and after, whether to live or die, whether to stay or escape, it depends on his own compensation for this matter.

When he walked into the hotel lobby with all kinds of wine utensils, Mole happened to run into Ales who came out of it. The latter took out a knife and clamped it around the former's neck, and roared fiercely: "You damn bastard, do you think it's not too much trouble for me? Tell me, are you here?"

Moller stuttered and told the truth about the incident. When he picked up the wine utensils and bamboo baskets, the fierce light in Alles's eyes gradually became solemn, and murderous intent and anger slowly disappeared from his face.

Most of the guys who can have a place in Redstone City are cruel people. They look at things differently from ordinary people and have a sharper vision.

Alles never thought of living a life in a tavern. As long as he is a human being, he has lofty ambitions. Even villains fantasize about becoming a majestic demon king in the world. This principle is just like a person born to be impotence always chatting about how powerful his sexual function is, and how many women he could not even get up from bed last night.

The cost of running a tavern, the funds invested over the years, the decorations in the store and the remaining materials, as well as the benefits in all aspects... These things soon appeared in numbers in Alex's mind, obtaining an accurate total. In just a few minutes, Alex had calculated the difference between success and failure. Even in the worst case, he ran away with the accumulated gold and silver soft materials, and then looked for a new marginal city to reopen.

"Go and do it better, otherwise I will cut you alive."

A big man must not be offended. From this sentence, Moller has seen his future ending: either he will be brilliant from now on, or he will be skinned and boned tonight and thrown out from the window upstairs to feed the dog.

Mole crawled into the room of the Haoshang almost half kneeled. He expressed his purpose tremblingly. Ales also apologized respectfully and repeatedly, claiming that the previous incident was a mistake. The reason was that Mole had a grudge against others. The other party seized the opportunity to frame it and poured inferior wine into the brandy bottle. Mole was excited when he saw the distinguished guest entering the door, so he had no way to detect it. He used this kind of material to match the wine in a confused manner.

This lie is quite careless and logically reasonable. The rich merchant had already planned to rest, but was interested in this temporary fabricated short story. Looking at Mole, who was kneeling on the ground and with a sincere expression, he decided to give this unlucky guy who was framed a chance. But the premise is: if the cocktails that were prepared cannot satisfy him, then Mole would not need to continue living.

"Not everyone has opportunities."

The name of the Haoshang is Fan Jin, a guy with an Asian-looking person on Earth. He is very fat, but the meaning of fat is not to be bloated and stupid, but has a fearsome cunning and ruthlessness. This special temperament is usually difficult to see in obese people. Fat-supported faces generally look honest and kind, giving people a feeling of honesty and loyalty. However, Fan Jin's temperament is very unique. He is like a curled up ball of flesh, and his eyes are squeezed very narrowly, like a fine slit. Eyeballs that are in a raised state for a long time are easy to get tired, and Fan Jin always feels sleepy most of the time. However, if something catches his attention, the deep part of his pupils will immediately release a shrewd and ruthless look.

"Boy, listen well, not everyone has such a chance."

Fan Jin repeated what he had just said again. He was on a handmade soft chair and stared at Mole's every move from a high place. The unlucky guy almost lay on the ground, pouring out different liquids from one bottle after another, constantly increasing the amount of liquid in the goblet. He was very attentive, but fear and fear were obvious. Mole's body and arms were trembling, and he spilled the wine outside several times, and the bottle and the cup were constantly

It made a "ding-bell-bang" impact. Of course, this was not a question of the rhythm, and even made Fan Jin upset, and he had to stop his desire to make a long speech. He originally wanted to show kindness and generosity in front of Mole and Ales, but he was disturbed by this fear and it would be difficult to concentrate. If it weren't for the bastard Mole's bartender performance, Fan Jin would have ordered the end of this damn game.

Everyone has their own favorite things. Fan Jin liked cocktails since he was very young. At that time, he was over five years old. By chance, he followed his father, who was also a businessman, to a bar. There, Fan Jin saw a bare-skinned woman who was almost naked, stroking her thighs with her tender little hands back and forth, and pinching the plump and swelling breasts of those women for a few times. No one would be disgusted by the children's actions, or even funny. In this way, in a chaotic atmosphere, a glass of carefully prepared cocktails were delivered, and the red and blue colors slowly merged into the cup. The brightly colored fruit made the young Fan Jin feel curious. Because it was specially made, the wine taste was not too heavy, but it was much better than ordinary juice drinks. In this way, Fan Jin really fell in love with cocktails. No matter where he went, he had to wander in the local tavern and order a few glasses.

Soon, the "red flame" arranged by Mole was brought up by the waiter.

Fan Jin had never seen such a wine. He could be sure that this was not a "red flame" at all, but another completely different cocktail.

The fat luxury merchant was not angry, and the gorgeous color changes in the goblet attracted him deeply. The "red flame" that Fan Jin had seen was not like this, but the wines he had drunk before were not considered flames in front of this wine. At best, it was just red wine. Only this moving cocktail can be considered flames. Yes, it was burning, dancing wildly, and extremely vivid.

After one sip of wine, the expression on Fan Jin's face suddenly became colorful. Before he could fully eat the first sip, he greedily took the second and third sips... This was not the correct way to taste a cocktail, but Fan Jin couldn't control so much. The wine tasted good, and all kinds of ingredients were used just right. At the same time, there were two kinds of cold and blazing feeling tangled in his throat. This was even more exciting than the most beautiful and noble girl in the world who helped him caress him. The cocktails I had drunk before were just a slag. The trip to Red Stone City was right, otherwise, I would never have enjoyed it like this.

Mole and Ales were kneeling on the ground, terrified to observe the changes in expressions on Fan Jin's face. Fan Jin was the kind of person who did not easily expose his emotions. Even if he wanted to cut a guy alive, he just casually gave orders. Seeing him drinking and smacking his lips, Mole and Ales could not know the exact information, so they could only kneel down anxiously, worriedly.
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