Chapter 81: Congratulations on getting rich

In the dark-toned bar, the ambiguous light shone on people's faces from time to time. Several guests sat at the bar counter and looked toward the single table on the second floor that looked like a small terrace.

"Did Jason get rich recently?"

A guest at the bar asked softly.

The bar's business during the day was not very good, but there were also some guests. For alcoholics, drinking does not distinguish between day and night.

They only care whether alcohol has entered their blood vessels!

In the Federation, it has happened more than once that people drank medical alcohol, and some even injected alcohol directly into their blood vessels.

Although the government also told people more than once not to do this, there were always some people who, on a whim, would just do it to themselves.

These people all belong to alcoholics. They actually don't spend much here. Every time they come, it's about 10 cents—a large glass of beer, and then add 0.5 ounces of whiskey.

After ensuring there is enough "quantity," the alcohol content is not too low, which can give them a feeling of being slightly tipsy.

Actually, they also want to drink strong liquor, but they can't afford to drink only strong liquor.

The bartender shook his head slightly. "Not clear, but judging from his consumption today, he is indeed rich."

Someone who knew Jason took off the dusty duckbill cap he was wearing and waved it. "Hey, Jason, look here, treat us to a drink?"

Jason felt the emotion brought to him by the stripper. He looked at the bar downstairs; these people were his usual friends.

"Of course... give them each a glass of Napo whiskey, my treat!"

The bartender skillfully took out the bottle of Napo whiskey and took out three more glasses, lining them up.

Here, each glass is about two ounces or so. Actually, it is not that accurate—not a gram more or less.

The bartender has done it so much that he doesn't need to measure it specifically to have a rough feeling.

The price of such a glass of Napo whiskey is 29 cents, and a bottle of Napo whiskey can sell for about eleven glasses.

Actually, according to the labeled amount, it can pour twelve glasses, but... sometimes it will pour more. Alcoholics are not all fools; they can also distinguish between a little less and a little more.

These cheap alcoholics are all people who love to take advantage of small things, or rather, the bottom of society is all such people. In order to eat a free piece of fried chicken, they can line up from 5:00 in the morning to wait for the event, until they eat a piece of free fried chicken at noon, feeling that they have gotten a big bargain.

But in fact, if they used the morning to do odd jobs, the money they got might be much more than a piece of fried chicken!

However, they won't consider it this way, so they will continue this kind of life.

Pouring a little more can deepen their stickiness to the bar. The boss and the bartender are not fools.

The mellow fragrance of Napo whiskey was emitted as the liquid's contact area with the air increased, and the alcoholics' saliva began to secrete rapidly.

The duckbill cap held the glass high. "To our generous Mr. Jason!"

"To Jason!"

Jason also laughed loudly and raised his glass. "Give them another glass!"

After taking a sip of wine, he focused his gaze on the stripper in front of him.

Jincheng's law does not allow for call services, but almost no one follows this regulation. A prosperous port city needs to have this to stimulate its vitality.

The woman in front of him was someone Jason spent 10 to dance for him alone. Watching the clothes on her disappear one by one, watching those seductive movements of hers, Jason was already boiling with blood.

The 5 in change he got back had long been thrown onto the small stage. The woman didn't pick it up; instead, she was even more hardworking.

After all, giving someone an excellent blowjob is only 5, but now she just dances and gets 5. Of course, she wants more, and naturally, she is even more hardworking.

Jason unbuttoned his pants. "Come over, ride up."

The female dancer shook her head. Even this movement was full of temptation. "It's not allowed here..."

She didn't say it was impossible; it was just not allowed here. But if they went out, it would be no problem.

The boss doesn't want to cause trouble, so they can leave the bar and go to the second floor opposite; there are rooms there.

Jason swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice coming from his throat. "How much money do you want to go with me?"

"10."

She will give 3 to the bar boss, 1 is for the bartender, and 1 is for the security guard. She gets 5 herself.

If there were no bar boss, there would be no such platform, and the streetwalkers outside would also be 5, with some blowjobs for 1. This is the difference between being in a shop and on the roadside.

If there were no bartender, the guests wouldn't know if she was free now, and the bartender wouldn't introduce her to new guests. After all, some new guests are not familiar with this place; they mostly order a drink and then ask the bartender who has the best skills.

If there were no security guard, in case an alcoholic harassed her or even wanted to use force, no one would come to protect her, so this 1 cannot be saved either.

In fact, of the 10 she got, what really belongs to her might not even be 5. After all, doing this line of work requires increasing competitiveness, which also requires investing in oneself.

Cosmetics, or clothes, or something.

It looks like she earns the same as those cheap goods standing on the street outside, but in fact, it is a gap of several times, even ten times, dozens of times.

The business source here is stable. If you can win over three or five guests, the net income per month is over 100. The most critical thing is safety and security.

Jason took care of his little brother and drank his wine in one gulp. "I'll wait for you opposite."

The lady gave him a look of understanding, then stuck her butt toward him, kneeling on the small stage to pick up the money.

This angle was very good. A beam of pink light illuminated her butt, making Jason feel like he could even poke the floor now.

Can't look anymore; these little bitches are too good!

He turned and went downstairs. The bartender greeted him. "Jason, I didn't know your speed was so fast. Is it always like this?"

The alcoholics also laughed one after another. Jason laughed and scolded, "I have something to do temporarily and have to leave for a while, you know."

The bartender was also very happy because today there was another 1 in income. In this damn world, who wouldn't like more money in their pocket?

"So you are here to settle the bill?"

"Yes, how much?"

The bartender picked up the bill and calculated. He and the treat-giver drank seven glasses of wine in total, and Jason also wanted a beef burger...

"12.53. I'll decide to charge you 12."

The change he exchanged had already been settled at the door, so there was no need to pay again here.

He went upstairs for less than 20 minutes, and the bar's charging standard is 10 for 50 minutes, so the bartender gave this discount without any problem. After all, it was only 50 cents.

And it looks like Jason is really rich; he hopes to let him come a few more times because of this.

Jason took out a handful of money, which looked like 60 or 70, counted out 20, and put it on the table.

The bartender asked while looking for change, "You got rich recently?"

Jason smiled and didn't speak, which instead stimulated people's curiosity.

A friend who usually drinks here asked, "I thought you went elsewhere last month; I haven't seen you. Did you go to get rich during that time?"

"Jason, if there is any good way, please take me with you. I guarantee half of my income will be yours."

Jason took back the change the bartender handed him. "There may not be such an opportunity. If making money were so simple, everyone would be a millionaire. However, if possible, I will prioritize you."

He said this and patted the shoulder of the person beside him. "After all, we are good friends."

After they said goodbye to Jason, they watched Jason's departing back. Their expressions were not as enthusiastic as just now, and someone even spat on the ground.

"What are you crazy about..."

Walking out of the bar, the big sun shone down, and the dry and hot fishy salty sea breeze blew over. He sobered up a bit. He was standing in place in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking in his head, when suddenly a car stopped in front of him.

He glanced at it, froze for a second, and then ran away!

He saw Hairamu, Laoen, and Morisi driving.

They knew each other before, and later, because they worked together last month, their relationship became much better.

Hairamu looks like the stupid second son of a farmer, but those who know him know that his mind is very active.

When he worked in the warehouse for half a month, he felt that Hairamu doing this job might not be for the salary.

But regardless, he knew there was trouble now.

Hairamu and Laoen, who had just gotten out of the car, also ran to chase, and Morisi started the car and drove toward Jason.

This old car's acceleration was too slow, but this also forced Jason to run into the alley.

Although the acceleration was slow, once it added up, it was really not slow!

Just finished drinking, and at this time he was extremely terrified. His mind was blank, and he only knew how to run around subconsciously.

A few minutes later, he leaned against a high wall somewhat desperately, panting heavily. "Hairamu, Laoen, let me go this time."

"I'll give you half of the money!"

Hairamu walked to his face and gave him a heavy punch. "Son of a bitch, do you think this is a money problem?"

Laoen soon joined the battle. They beat Jason severely and tied his hands and feet.

Laoen went to find Morisi, while Hairamu sat here watching him.

"Hairamu, for the sake of us working together, let me go. I will disappear from Jincheng immediately, and you won't see me again in the future!", Jason begged. "I only spent 10..."

Hairamu looked at him. "We just said we wanted to keep a low profile for a while, but you turned around and came to consume. You intend to kill all of us!"

"Jason, don't say you are my friend. Even if you were my biological brother, I wouldn't let you leave!"

Jason begged, "Let me go, I'll give you all the money!"

Hairamu remained unmoved.

A few minutes later, the car stopped at the alley entrance. Hairamu dragged Jason by his hair.

At first, he was still shouting, but after being hit a few times in the mouth with a brick, he became completely honest.

At this time, the woman who came out of the bar went directly to the room. Although she didn't see Jason, she felt that the other party would definitely not break the appointment.

In order to make this business a long-term business, she designed a look for herself, dressing herself up like a small gift to give Jason a surprise! ===== CHAPTER 82 =====