My Doomsday Territory - 189. Chapter 188 Bartender is his job!

Surrounded by a large open area, there is only such a bar standing here, neon lights flashing…

Such an environment was originally a bit lonely, but the sound of conversation from time to time added a bit of anger to the place.

The bar is even more lively. At this time, it’s too early, and more than half of the seats in the bar are already occupied. Some people sip a small drink quietly, and more people talk loudly, venting the pressure accumulated throughout the day. .

The night bar has just opened, but the business is booming beyond imagination.

There is no nightlife in the last days. In the past, some powerful and wealthy awakeners would choose to go to the training camp to vent their pressure. However, this is only a small number of people, and most people have nothing to do after dark.

——Before the survivors even had a luxury to eat, they didn’t have so much energy to think about other things. However, with the development of the shelter, their lives have changed. There is a saying called fullness and warmth, but they want to hey, hey, Then there must be someone who can or can do it.

Didn’t you see that the ratio of men to women in the shelter is seriously out of balance?

Especially those girls, many of them have entered the logistics department and the medical department. These two are the sweet and pastry department, and they can get close to the two goddesses of the shelter. It is said that when the logistics department and the medical department recruited people, there were Many pig brothers desperately tried to squeeze in, but without exception, they were all turned away.

It also led to the recruitment of only women in these two departments, and the survivors whom they can see every day are all rough men.

In the end, I can only continue to engage in the big business of moving bricks with these naked and sweaty big guys.

The appearance of the night bar, for the survivors, is the light in the dark night, the prices of drinks are also cheap, and most of the survivors can afford it.

The awakened are no exception. Sometimes they can find some drinks from the wild and store them to drink slowly. However, if a person is drunk and drunk, how can it be compared to the atmosphere of a bar, and they can chat with other people and have some strength. The awakened people who are not up to the bottom can feel the respect of ordinary people here.

I feel very comfortable in my heart.

What attracted these survivors more was the proprietress of the bar.

The proprietress stood behind the bar, shaking the wine bottle with one hand, and pouring the ingredients into the goblet with the other.

Her brown hair was tied up and tied to the back of her head. With the movement, the pony tail flicked from side to side, and her chest came and went one after another, attracting the attention of most of the male survivors present.

They have good looks and good figures, and they stand behind the bar as a bartender so they can see them at a glance.

This alone adds at least 30% of the bar’s turnover.

It’s just that these people didn’t dare to look directly at them with explicit eyes, they could only use the corner of their eyes to secretly observe, let alone stand up foolishly to molest. After all, before the commercial district was built, a bar was opened here. Thinking about it with the lower body, I knew that there must be ulterior friends trading in it.

The fact is almost the same.

Lorraine was summoned, and after realizing that the territory didn’t even have a bar, she asked the lord to build a bar for her as if it were hard.

For this, she naturally paid the price-she was already exhausted in debt before she got her salary.

She is the owner of the night bar and the chief bartender here.

She is serious about bartending.

‘The bartender is his job, sniper? Part-time job only! ‘

Lorraine shook off her beautiful bartending skills and pushed a goblet containing liquid to the opposite side, “Oguri Li, here, this glass is for you, it’s juice, you will love it.”

Sitting in front of the bar was a little loli with green hair. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the glass of juice. She shook her head like a rattle, “Don’t squeak, I want to drink squeak.”

With a bulging face, Oguri is about to reach out and push the goblet back, but…reach out, reach out, reach out again.

She can’t reach it!

Oguri became even more annoyed, leaning forward, trying to shorten the distance between her palms and the goblet, she saw her legs shook hard, but she almost didn’t fall.

She couldn’t step on the ground, her short legs could only sway in mid-air, looking straight at the glass of juice, feeling the goblet full of malice.

‘And this woman! ‘

She glared at the boss’s wife.

Lorraine looked at Xiaoli’s puffed face, like an angry hamster…Bamboo Rat, smiled more joyously, “Minors should drink juice honestly, this is for your good.”

“I’m not squeaking, I’m an adult squeaking!”

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The storm leader mustache walked into the bar, like walking into another world.

This night bar was very exquisitely arranged, and in an instant he felt like he was back before the end of the world.

As soon as he came in, he was also attracted by Lorraine, the performer in front of the bar, who was a bartender. He couldn’t help but came to the bar, adjusted his neckline, and made a self-confessed elegant smile, “a glass of whiskey.”

Before the end of the world, he went to the bar and ordered whiskey most of the time. At this time, he blurted out this sentence. It was not until he had finished speaking that Moustache blushed and realized that he had made a mistake.

It’s the end of the world, food is extremely scarce, how many people can be willing to make it into wine, in this period, one sip of wine is considered good, when he was in Hengcheng, most of the time he drank ale, came to Green A shelter like Yin can not be too demanding.

He quickly changed his words, “What wine do you have here, please give me a glass.”

“Whatever? Expensive and cheap? Don’t you want whiskey?”

“Anything will do, wait…”

The mustache watched the waiter hand over the wine list. The names of the common drinks before the end of the world can be seen here. He looked at the list price at the back. It was not expensive. A glass of whiskey was less than a source crystal, so cheap. I rubbed my eyes twice more.

However, there are also expensive ones, some of which he does not recognize the name, are quite expensive, dozens of source crystals, or even hundreds of source crystals, can be seen in this wine list.

Inexplicably, he didn’t think this was a bluff, but the drinks themselves had high value.

“Or, um, a glass of whiskey.” Mustache didn’t dare to mess up.

The other people learned everything and didn’t try to order those expensive liquors. When they came to the bar, in addition to drinking, they also planned to attack from the side to learn about the details of the green shelter.

Moustache paid Yuanjing, and after a waiter counted them, he handed him a few small tickets.

These small tickets are very thin, but the texture is extremely hard, the whole body is translucent, and there are only five, ten, twenty…this simple digital information on it.

“This is?”

“This is the universal currency of our shelter, whether it is consumption or trading with other survivors, it is feasible.”

not far away,

Xiao Li, who was also sitting in front of the bar, finally got a cup of Marguerite after a fight. He sipped the cup with his small mouth and drank very deliciously.

She saw the moustaches paying, and hurriedly drew out a card with purple stripes from her pocket, “Pay the money so that you won’t drink your wine in vain, squeak!”

Lorraine did not refuse, took the card and swiped it smoothly, and then passed the card.

The moustaches who witnessed this scene were even more confused, “What is that? Is it possible that your bar also has a membership card system?”

Do you know how to do business?

The waiter shook his head, “Oh, that’s not it. It’s a card for our shelter, and not everyone can handle it.”

Several people:”[·_·?]”