Wan Qiang did not know the name of the liquor, so he casually said. Seeing that the girl was still standing there, he thought that she wanted to ask him for the bill, so he quickly said,
"Tell your boss, I'll owe you the bill, when will I come back to pay …"
The girl vaguely remembered that the boss had told her, so she left with a look of disdain. Why did he pretend when he didn't have money?
Strolling to the backstage, the girl took out the things stuffed in her chest. Seeing the three 100-jin rice tickets in her hand, the girl suddenly covered her mouth and let out a muffled scream. Then she leaned against the wall, her eyes sparkling like stars. The image of Zhang Xiaoqiang in her heart suddenly became taller, taller than Wan Qiang, even if he was in a wheelchair.
Thinking of Wan Qiang and comparing him with Zhang Xiaoqiang, the girl felt disgusted. She found the liquor cabinet, took out a few bottles of Erguotou without a brand, put them on a tray, and walked towards Wan Qiang …
Wan Qiang drank his industrial alcohol mixed with plain water, Zhang Xiaoqiang tasted his Chivas, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was excitedly watching the girls on the stage showing their legs and dancing. Wan Qiang was a little absent-minded. Every time he took a sip, he would glance at Zhang Xiaoqiang, silently thinking about what excuse he could use to find trouble with Zhang Xiaoqiang.
After thinking about it, he did not know what to do.
If he really acted like a rascal, he would be ashamed, but if he did not act like a rascal, he could not find a way. In the end, he decided to act like a rascal.
With the problem solved, Wan Qiang was happy. He raised his head and drank a bottle of industrial alcohol. After drinking it, he felt depressed again. Even if he wanted to act like a rascal, he had to find an excuse. He did not even have an excuse, so how could he act like a rascal?
After drinking three to five bottles of white liquor, Wan Qiang asked the girl to bring him a few more bottles. The girl could not find the worst white liquor, so she asked someone to bring a pot of industrial alcohol and added a few spoonfuls of cold water. She shook the pot and carried it to Wan Qiang's table.
When Wan Qiang saw the plastic pot that could hold five kilograms, he was happy. He liked the girl very much and felt that she was too considerate. He felt that he should give her a reward. After searching for a long time in his pocket, he took out a rice bill and placed it in the girl's hand as a tip.
The shape of the rice ticket was a little weird. It was different from the rice tickets she usually saw. She thought it was a large rice ticket. Feeling nervous, she felt sorry for Wan Qiang. She turned back to the brightly lit backstage and opened her palm to have a look. The girl almost fainted from anger. The rice ticket was the smallest rice ticket issued by the camp.
The smallest rice ticket was half a kilogram. This rice ticket had been torn off by three-quarters, leaving only a quarter. Someone had even used a crooked pen to write on it, 'Pao 2 liang 5'. No wonder she couldn't recognize it. It was a modified rice ticket.
"Thief baldy, do you think I'm stupid? I'll drink you to death …"
The performance was coming to an end. Zhang Xiaoqiang was enjoying the wine slowly. Yutou, who was sitting next to him, was a little strange. His eyes were spewing fire, and he was short of breath. His eyes were staring at the women on the stage. The white and tender thighs and plump breasts were too much for him to take in. For the first time, Yutou found that women's bodies had such a fatal attraction to him.
Seeing Yutou's appearance, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but think that he was the same age as him. He was also curious about the opposite sex and was tempted to look at the STD publicity photos on the street bulletin board.
That time was summer. He stared at the bicycle with a passionate heart and a longing for the unknown mysterious things. He was sweating profusely. After more than an hour of trekking, he finally arrived at the health and epidemic prevention station and found the bulletin board beside the public toilet. When he saw those shocking photos, his young heart was deeply hurt. Since then, he was afraid of the roadside prostitutes. How many times had he lost his passion?
"Yutou, your eyeballs are about to fall out. Don't hold back. Go to the market and give your first time to a prostitute."
Zhang Xiaoqiang teased Yutou, which made Wan Qiang, who was sitting on the side holding a wine pot, snorted coldly. Zhang Xiaoqiang frowned. He felt that Wan Qiang was looking for a beating. From the beginning to the end, Wan Qiang wanted to make things difficult for him. In addition, he had drunk a little, so he was eager to have a try. He wanted to know the passion of fighting in a bar.
Just when Zhang Xiaoqiang was about to find trouble, the lights dimmed, leaving only an egg-sized light beam in the middle of the stage. Zhang Xiaoqiang's sight was shifted to the stage. The light beam slowly swayed and wandered around the stage. The speed was getting slower and slower, and finally stopped on a pair of high heels woven with gold thread and embellished with rubies.
A fair and delicate little foot was wrapped in a pair of high heels. Her wrist was white and her skin was red, and she was thin and round. Her delicate toes were also lively, like a few white rabbits, hiding shyly and not daring to see anyone.
The light beam moved up and crossed the full and strong calf. Under the light, the skin was whiter than white jade, crystal clear. With Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyesight, he could naturally see the tight pores on the high heels.
Naturally, he could see that her pores were tight, and her skin was smooth and tender. It wasn't like what others had said, that her skin texture was poor. Looking at her complexion and skin, he could already deduce that she was of mixed blood.
The light beam slowly moved over the slender and thin thighs and shined on her smooth lower abdomen. The navel was embellished with a cat's eye like gem. Before everyone could see it clearly, the light beam moved up again.
"Puff …" Zhang Xiaoqiang spurted out. After spurting out, he did not make any reaction movements. He let the remaining wine in the corner of his mouth flow down his lips to his chin and drip on his lapel. Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were as straight as Yutou's. His eyeballs were so oppressive that they almost popped out. The idea of fighting with Wan Qiang had long been thrown away by him.
The breasts of the women around Zhang Xiaoqiang were different. Yuan Yi's breasts were hemispherical. They didn't look small, but in fact, they weren't big. Shanghai Qiaoyun's breasts were very big, and they were relatively big, which matched her figure very well.
The moment Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the one in front of him, he thought of a song, "Zhu Mu … Lang … Ma …"
Not only Zhang Xiaoqiang was attracted, but Wan Qiang was also attracted. Seeing the pair of breasts that were about to burst out of the bra, his eyes widened, and he imagined what the owner of the pair of breasts looked like.
When the light beam reached the chest, the light beam suddenly dispersed, and the stage became bright. A blonde beauty stood on the stage, looking at the enchanting light under the stage.
At the first sight of the foreign girl, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Wan Qiang lost interest at the same time. The foreign girl was 1.8 meters tall. Standing on the stage and looking at her, Zhang Xiaoqiang's neck was sore. He politely declined this kind of tall beauty. After his second puberty, he was only 1.78 meters tall. Originally, he already had some confidence. Seeing this woman, who was not sure whether she was 1.83 meters or 1.85 meters, Zhang Xiaoqiang absolutely did not have any crooked thoughts.
Wan Qiang also did not like her. He felt that the foreign girl was too short, too thin, and her butt was too small. Her waist was too thin, which did not meet his aesthetic standards. In his mind, the beauty should be at least 1.95 meters tall, fat, and strong, with thighs that people could stand on and arms that could run horses. It seemed that his needs for women had also changed.
Wan Qiang didn't like it. He felt that the b * tch was wriggling around like a monkey climbing a steel pipe. Wan Qiang was anxious for her. How good would it be if she could climb to the top in one go? Leave, I'll continue watching.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was also not interested in pole dancing. What he was interested in was striptease. He liked to be direct. If the foreign girl took off her clothes now, he would first compare the figures of the Eastern and Western beauties and then leave. He had seen what he wanted to see, why would he still stay here?
As for the girl who bought the wine, she had long been forgotten by him.
Wan Qiang could not stand it anymore. He drank 15 liters of industrial alcohol mixed with plain water. He felt a little uncomfortable, but he could not figure out where it was. After a while, he thought that he must want to pee after drinking so much alcohol, so he got up and prepared to go to the toilet.
Wan Qiang's habit was to put the empty bottles at his feet after drinking a bottle of wine. Five empty bottles had already been flipped over. Wan Qiang stood up and stepped on the five empty bottles. Just as he lifted his foot, the bottles slid open. Wan Qiang lost his balance and staggered back, tripping on the heavy steel water tank that he had carried.
This time, Wan Qiang lost his balance and let out a short cry of surprise. He fell on the floor with a loud "Bang …" sound. Zhang Xiaoqiang was holding a wine glass in his left hand, posing in a bored pose. When he heard a gust of wind and a loud sound beside him, he was shocked. He dropped the glass and stood up, ready to fight.