Siheyuan, don't yell at me

By the time He Daqing returned to the stall, the Russians were already impatient.

He pushed several security personnel and shouted at them to give them vodka.

I can drink three glasses of vodka for free and get a bottle of vodka for free. Where can I find such a good thing?

As for the cost of a glass of vodka and one ruble, they automatically ignored it.

For the average Russian, a bottle of vodka is just enough to rinse the mouth.

He Daqing spread out his hands and said loudly:

"Quiet, everyone, shut up.

Before drinking, listen to my rules.

Drink three glasses of vodka within five minutes and then walk in a straight line. If you are not drunk, you can get a free meal and take away a bottle of Flame Vodka.

Okay, you, go first."

An old Russian with a beard raised his hands high and showed off to the crowd.

With a malicious smile, he said to He Daqing:

“My name is Andrew and I’m a car driver.

Huaguo, if I drink six glasses in a row, shouldn't you give me two bottles of vodka?"

He Daqing also laughed.

"Andrew, right?

Okay, I promise you.

Not only do I promise you, I'll also give you a bottle of vodka as a reward.

As long as you drink six cups in ten minutes, I will give you three bottles of vodka as a reward.

Did everyone hear this clearly? Please help bear witness together, and no one is allowed to cheat. "

The people watching the fun started to make a noise and expressed their agreement.

He Daqing didn't waste any time. He opened a bottle of vodka with a corkscrew and poured a full glass for Andrew.

Andrew looked at the vodka in the glass, then looked at He Daqing with a puzzled look.

"What kind of vodka is this?

Why is it bubbling?"

He Daqing was too lazy to explain more and just said something perfunctorily.

"If it's vodka, you can tell by picking it up and smelling it."

Andrew picked up the wine glass, put it to his nose and sniffed it.

A strong smell of alcohol hit his face, and he ignored the faint fragrance of sorghum.

Just by smelling it, Andrew knew that this was definitely authentic vodka.

As for those bubbles, never mind. As long as it’s vodka, you can still drink it even if it’s mixed with rat poison.

Andrew took the small cup and poured it down his throat.

He Daqing raised his watch and told the time loudly.

"It's 2:11 now. If Andrew can finish six glasses of vodka by 2:21, he wins."

Andrew wanted to learn the traditional way of drinking, letting the wine gurgle in his throat a few times, so as to enjoy the stimulating taste in his throat more.

Before he even took a sip, Andrew felt his throat burning like flames. The intense stimulation almost made Andrew scream out in comfort.

The next second, something changed in my throat again. Bubbles burst, and it felt like hundreds of needles were piercing my throat.

Andrew almost couldn't help spitting out the wine.

He spat the wine back into his mouth from his throat and swallowed it slowly, bit by bit.

Everyone looked at Andrew's performance and booed.

“Can I drink?

If you can’t drink it, drink it.”

"That's right, you are a piece of trash. You are a disgrace to our Slavic people."

"Coward, leave a ruble and get out of here..."

Andrew's face turned red with shame because of the shouting of the crowd.

This is indeed vodka, but it is different from traditional vodka.

The magical taste seemed to open a new door for Andrew.

Ignoring everyone's ridicule, Andrew picked up the empty cup and placed it in front of He Daqing.

"This wine is strong enough. I like it. I want another glass."

He Daqing poured a full glass for Andrew, then poured another empty glass, and then asked:

“Anyone else want to try it?

I have explained the rules clearly, if you don’t understand, you can ask me.”

He Daqing randomly ordered another old man and handed him the wine glass...

After Andrew drank three cups, his body began to shake, his hands and feet became uncontrollable, and he raised his hands in surrender.

“I, I, Andrew, don’t drink anymore.”

He Daqing stretched out his hand and took three glasses of wine and three rubles.

Andrew raised his neck and swayed as he said:

"Rubles? What rubles?

No, I won’t give you a penny.

What can you do to me?"

He Daqing reached out and grabbed Andrew by the collar, raising his fist as if to hit him.

"How dare you refuse to pay my bill?

First ask my fist if it agrees."

An old Russian man next to Andrew quickly stopped him.

“He Daqing, Andrew is drunk, I’ll give you the money on his behalf.”

He Daqing loosened Andrew's collar.

"Hey, you recognize me?

Haha, I didn’t expect that I, He Daqing, am quite powerful.

Okay, for your sake, let's just leave it at that.

Take the money.”

Maozi took out a ten-yuan ruble note and handed it to He Daqing.

"Do you want to sell this vodka?"

“Sell, sell at the right price.

This is my special vodka, five rubles a bottle, no bargaining.

You should know how much your friend Andrew can drink."

“Okay, pour me two glasses to try, and then sell me another bottle.

Ten rubles is just right, isn't it?"

"Haha, you are worthy of being a cadre. You are straightforward in your work and life."

He Daqing praised the other party, poured a full cup and handed it to Maozi.

Maozi took the vodka, took a deep sip and began to praise it.

“The taste of hometown is really intoxicating.

I didn’t expect that there is such a refreshing vodka thousands of miles away...”

Maozi picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, choking on his nose and tears.

Although he looked very embarrassed, Maozi had a look of ecstasy on his face.

"I want to buy ten bottles of vodka, no, I want to buy twenty bottles..."

Flame Vodka is even more praised by the Russians than He Daqing imagined.

In the afternoon, several drunkards appeared in front of the stall.

There are very few Russians who can drink three glasses of Flaming Vodka in five minutes.

Most of the Russians, whether voluntarily or forced, paid for the drinks.

In less than four o'clock, all three hundred bottles of Flame Vodka were sold out except for a dozen that were drunk.

A thick stack of messy rubles was held in He Daqing's hand.

I counted it several times and the total amount was 1,466 yuan.

If we calculate the cost at a higher level, let's say it's 166, then after this trip, I made a full profit of 1,300 rubles.

Judging from the speed at which money is coming in, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is like making a fortune every day.

If production were liberalized, let alone 300 bottles a day.

As long as the raw materials are available, it would be easy to produce 3,000 bottles a day.

That night, He Daqing invited his two next-door neighbors to his home.

"Lao Yang, Lao Chen, I have something to tell you.

It’s about the wine-making. I’ve made the decision.

Starting tomorrow, we will expand production and increase output by at least ten times."