Golden Fishery

Bottles of beer were thrown up. At this moment, Qin Shiou began to see the madness of North Americans at carnival parties.

Everyone is drinking, and the DJ scratches the disc to send out passionate music one after another. Everyone sways wildly with their bodies and bottles in their hands. Champagne, beer and red wine are scattered all over the floor and all over their bodies. In the entrance...

People who participate in the carnival find someone to drink at random, but there is a rule, that is, they give priority to drinking from people sitting at the bar. If you want to sit down, you have to bear being drunk by a group of people.

It's like playing a arena. At this moment, the bar of the bar becomes a arena. Whoever sits on it will be the manor. A group of lunatics take turns drinking on the stage until they are so drunk that they are replaced.

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

Little Hughes dangled a bottle of Budweiser, rushed up and poured it on Hei Dao and shouted, "You're dead tonight! You're dead!"

Hei Dao asked for two large beer glasses, two-liter large glasses. He poured half of the beer into them, and then filled the two large wine glasses with red wine in one hand and white wine in the other.

Grabbing a wine glass by himself, Hei Dao proudly looked at the fanatical drinkers around him, and asked, "Who's coming?"

Little Hughes pointed at the young man named Mike who had been pushed out earlier and shouted, "Mike! Come on!"

Then, the people around shouted: "Mike! Mike! Mike!"

The blond-haired young man wiped his face in embarrassment, and cursed at little Hughes: "Fake squid, Fake! I won't let you go, you damn soul! I will definitely take revenge!"

Hei Dao raised the big wine glass and poured all the wine in it with a 'gudong gudong', and the people around immediately cheered. The sound was so loud that it overwhelmed the dj's music for a moment.

Mike and Hughes scolded for a while, then picked up the wine glass, and he poured it into his mouth with a sad face.

It took more than a minute for Mike to finish the wine. Qin Shiou felt bad 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 off, I want, I want to sit...Fake! Vomit!"

Someone dragged Mike out. Little Hughes covered his eyes and shouted: "Oh, God, forgive this sinner, save the soul of this unlucky child, may the Lord bless you! Who will be next?!"

"Larry.

You son of a bitch, of course you will be next! " someone shouted.

Little Hughes stood up and said righteously: "I am the commander-in-chief, you idiots, how could you win without my command..."

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

"Little Hughes! Little Hughes! Little Hughes!"

Little Hughes, who has always been the most shy, was dumbfounded. He wanted to defend himself, but was kicked out of his ass. He staggered two steps and almost hit the bar counter.

Heidao supported him, and smiled maliciously: "Do you want depth charges? Or mines? Or a nuclear warhead?"

Beer and wine is a depth bomb, beer and liquor is a mine. Mixed, that's a nuclear warhead.

Little Hughes sneered and said, "Come on, Black Knife, my good buddy, can't we be peaceful? Let's start with beer, step by step..."

Someone brought up the kegs. Qin Shiou joked: "Come on, let's start with beer. Drink beer, and you are not allowed to take a breath in the middle. Whoever takes a breath will change to a barrel of wine and drink again."

Little 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 wouldn't really let Hughes get drunk, otherwise no one would be active in the drinking atmosphere. Although he is not the chief conductor, he is a qualified host.

There are naturally activities in drinking, and fishermen live on the island. What can fishermen compare with? You can't fish and shoot fish indoors, you can only play power arm wrestling.

This is also the dealership, someone sits at the table first, others challenge, the loser drinks a bottle of beer, the winner continues to sit on the dealership, and the last one who wins is the carnival night party emperor.

It is good to be the emperor of the night party. In the end, the most beautiful girl will be selected to be the queen of the party. Then you can have some ambiguous things.

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

According to predictions, with his strength, endurance and explosive power transformed by the Seagod's energy, he will have no problem surviving this kind of arm wrestling competition to the end.

The reason why he wanted to play this was because Qin Shiou had to hide from the wine, and the black knife had been knocked over. Shaq and Bird who went up to fight next also fell down, and Nelson was about to attack.

And the ultimate goal of the people around is Qin Shiou, they are not satisfied with the fishermen going into battle, they want Qin Shiou to drink.

Qin Shiou can drink, but he won't be poured down like a stupid bird.

After a bit of movement, Qin Shiou sat opposite Carson, who yelled and said, "Boy, you are so brave! You actually want to provoke me? Well, well, then I have to send you to see Satan, may God Will redeem your soul, may..."

"Fake squid, hurry up! Carson, you gossip, shut up and concentrate on playing, okay? We can't wait to drink Qin wine!" Someone kicked Carson's chair from behind.

Carson cursed back, then raised his arms.

Qin Shiou also stretched out his arm. It has to be said that there is a huge difference in the thickness of the arms between the two. This is the natural difference between the yellow race and the white race, especially those guys like Carson are descendants of the Vikings, and they are often thick and thick.

The people in the town didn't know much about Qin Shiou's strength, but the group of people who played basketball with him knew that the strength he displayed on the court was terrifying.

But basketball is not purely based on strength, so not many people value him.

Qin Shiou put his arm on and said with a smile: "Is there anyone willing to bet?"

Papa Hixon came up to him and said, "I'll be the banker. Anyone want to bet? Qin and Carson, King of the East vs. Hercules of the West..."

Qin Shiou interrupted him and said, "Well, Dad, we don't gamble for money, we bet on beer. Those who lose drink, the bet is a few bottles of beer. Winners can get empty wine bottles, and it will be their turn later For drinking, you can use empty wine bottles to pay for it."

This suggestion is good. In the past, the people in the small town were afraid of poverty. Although the economy has improved a lot recently, they still don’t want to participate when it comes to money. But if it’s drinking instead...

"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 unlucky boy!"

The two bottles are capped, otherwise no one will be able to drink the two hundred bottles, and that would be a bad debt.

Father Hixon is good at keeping accounts. He has a super good memory. He has worked in a restaurant all his life and has never used it to keep accounts. Whoever orders something directly tells him that he will definitely not be wrong.

After the betting was over, Qin Shiou smiled slightly and asked, "How many people bet on me to win?"

Hickson shrugged and said, "Unfortunately, Qin, only Little Hughes bet on you to win."

Qin Shiou took a look, Hughes winked at him, and said, "Fuck them to death!"

"Okay, the road to massacre has begun, 3, 2, 1!" (to be continued)