Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

March 7: "..."

"I'm going out right now and killing that guy!"

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, the voice of the little monster of spades came from behind them again.

It slid down to its knees and landed at the feet of the two people.

March 7th looked down, completely bewildered.

"Weren't you locked out? How did you get in?"

"Our bar has a back door!"

The little spade monster lay on the ground, in a humble posture:

"I have another plan that will surely restore the Han Dynasty from darkness to light!"

Chapter 823 Two Hundred Thousand Per Cup!

"put."

"Yes!"

"I believe that although our army only has 8,000 in military funds left, there is still nothing to worry about."

Spade raised its head, its eyes gleaming:

"We could easily rent the Commander out to guests and make money..."

commander:"???"

"What are you doing, you woof!"

Yan Huan narrowed her eyes.

Seeing that the men's faces darkened, Spade quickly stopped.

"Ahem... I actually have a plan B."

"Given the current situation, our bar doesn't have any other customers, so there's absolutely no need to buy so many items in advance."

"It's not certain whether he'll be able to get up."

"..." Yan Huan sat on the stool, crossed her legs, and said disdainfully:

"Please, how could I not get up?"

"I didn't even have time to take over the Huichangshi ship before I came here. Do you know how valuable the title of ultimate entrepreneur is?"

March 7th looked at Yan Huan:

"Well, I think what it said makes a lot of sense."

"We haven't even seen a single guest yet, is there really such a rush?"

"Absurd!" Yan Huan frowned.

"You have too little faith in my abilities. Just wait, if my sales don't break 20,000 credits today, I'll change my surname to yours!"

……

Because of that bastard Spade's actions, Shu Weng's public accounts no longer have the money to buy a new freezer, so Yan Huan can't prepare drinks in advance.

However, employees no longer need to collect their own money.

"..."

At this moment, Yan Huan was standing behind the bar.

March 7th and Danheng sat at the small table in front of them, one watching a drama and the other typing away.

Danheng is doing well; he hasn't finished his first cocktail yet, but March 7th is already on his eighth.

"..."

Yan Huan then looked to the side.

Tin Man, Little Star, Melancholy, and Lady were all sent out.

The commander stood by Yan Huan's side, taking on responsibilities such as transporting and replenishing resources for the four guys working outside.

As for spades.

"..."

It's currently lying on the sofa next to us, fast asleep.

Yan Huan touched her chin.

Why don't we... kill it?

This guy is really useless.

"Ding-a-ling—" The bell at the door rang.

Finally, the bar welcomed its first customer who wasn't a monster.

Hi... How are you all?

Gallagher scratched his head, his voice still languid.

"How come it's you?" Yan Huan put down the glass she had just picked up.

"Let's get this straight, you have to pay for your drinks."

"..." Gallagher glanced at March 7th and Danheng sitting at the only table in the bar, pointed at them, and asked:

Did they collect payment from that table?

“Those are two deputy managers,” Yan Huan said seriously.

"Why should the deputy manager pay for his cocktails?"

“…” Gallagher took two steps forward and said with a faint smile:

"You guys seem pretty relaxed. What, are you waiting for guests?"

"Yes." Yan Huan said helplessly.

"And you, are you here to visit Old Man Shu?"

"I was a bit bored at Liumeng Reef, so I thought I'd come over for a drink." Gallagher approached Yan Huan:

"How's your cocktail-making skill going? Interested in making me a drink?"

“Okay.” Yan Huan handed the drinks menu to Gallagher.

"Do you want the top one, or my custom-made one?"

"Oh? Then let's customize it."

Gallagher thought for a moment and then stated his request:

"I'd like a milder one, with some ice."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"..."

After thinking for a moment, Yan Huan poured Galach a glass of cold water and then threw in three ice cubes.

"All right."

"..." Gallagher stared at the 'mixed drink', squinting his eyes:

"This... can't be considered a mixed drink, can it?"

"Two hundred credits, thank you."

"..."

Gallagher took a step back:

"No, I won't spend money on something like that."

"This is too perfunctory, I can't accept it."

"Huh?" Yan Huan placed her hands on the bar counter and said disdainfully.

"Just tell me if it meets your requirements. A lighter flavor and some ice are fine."

"Is this your understanding?"

Gallagher's arms are clasped together.

"Okay, then I want it a little sweeter and a little bitter, preferably with a touch of sourness but not too sour or too bitter."

"The color should be a little white, a little red, a little black, but not too red or too black; the drink should be a little thick, but not too thick."

"Oh, and add some ice."

"I think you're the one who's like ice!"

"Can it be done?"

"..."

Yan Huan immediately reached for the glass beside her:

What kind of cup do you want?

Gallagher countered:

"If I don't use a large glass, it's obvious that I won't be able to meet all my requirements."

"I insist on using the small size."

"..." Dan Heng and San Yueqi couldn't help but look up and see Yan Huan busy behind the bar.

Gallagher is a master of cocktails, so gaining his approval is extremely difficult.