Chapter 211

Intoxication square.

It seems that in order to live up to his signboard, the boss of drunkard will always get drunk. Because of his habit, there are few businesses that he can find. In order to maintain his life and continue to inject alcohol into his body, he only needs to raise his asking price, but there will be fewer customers. If this vicious circle goes on, sooner or later his intoxicating workshop will close down.

But the boss is not worried, because he knows that some things can only be done by himself, so he dares to overcharge. Even if the guests are dissatisfied, they have nothing to do.

"Hello Someone walked into the drunken workshop and yelled, "boss, is the boss there?"

The boss on the reclining chair raised his eyelids a little, looked at the guests who broke in, and then closed them again.

"Is the boss there?" Big voice guy has come to the boss, but the boss still did not speak.

His feet are full of wine bottles, and his body is full of the smell of alcohol volatilization. It seems that he has just experienced the taste of drunkenness.

"Are you the boss here?" The loud guy was still a little impatient. Behind him were three middle-aged men in suits and serious faces.

"Hey A little angry in a loud voice.

behind him, a middle-aged man suddenly opened * *, "I see you there. There is no ceremony for hospitality." His Chinese is very nonstandard, and his grammar has a lot of problems. It seems that he is not Chinese.

The boss is still in his reclining chair, without any movement.

"Mr. Haneda, let's change shop. I don't believe it. Only this one can print out what you want!" Loud voice is the interpreter responsible for entertaining the three of them.

Before he could speak, the boss of drunkard suddenly opened his eyes: "Hey, there are some things I can fight."

"I thought you were drunk," the translator came and choked, "so you're awake!"

"Er - every other day!" The boss didn't reply to the translator's words. Instead, he belched heavily in front of him. The strong smell of alcohol, garlic and eggs poured out from the boss's mouth.

"Wow The translator was fumigated by the smell of the boss's mouth, and even stepped back two steps, "what did you eat?"

Three foreigners in suits raised their hands and fanned under their noses.

"Burp." The boss belched again. He scratched his head. "I'm sorry."

"What do you want to do?" The boss asked with a smile, his wine is not awake, "I'm good at blacksmithing!"

"I don't think we can rely on such a drunkard," said the translator. "Three gentlemen, let's change."

But Mr. Haneda has taken things out of the long bag behind him and asked the translator to entrust the drunk blacksmith in Japanese.

The translator took it from Mr. Haneda and handed it to the boss: "can you repair it?"

The boss's eyes suddenly lit up. He reached for it. But the translator took his hand back and said, "if you can't fix it, I can advise you not to move."

"Bring it to you!" The boss's hand speed is very fast, the translator has not yet reflected, the hands of things have been robbed by the boss in the past.

The faces of the three people behind changed.

"Hello The translator yelled, "this is a valuable treasure!"

But the boss has pulled the sword out of the scabbard - yes, this precious thing is a sword.

"What a sharp fellow!" At this time, the boss's tone was not drunk. He put his finger on the edge of the sword, and moved it gently, and then cut a small hole in his belly.

The incision did not bleed, but dried up immediately.

"Good guy!" The boss sighed again. Looking at the blade of the sword, the joy in the boss's face gradually turned to be prosperous, but he suddenly changed his face when he saw the joint of the sword body and the hilt. "Alas." The boss sighed deeply.

At this time, another Japanese suddenly said something.

"Well, our husband asked you if you could repair this sword. If you can, there must be a big gift." The translator said.

The boss put the sword back into the scabbard, and then handed it back to the translator: "it can't be repaired. This sword is dead. I suggest you strike a new one."

"What did he say?" Mr. Haneda asked the translator.

The translator translated the boss's words and gave back to Mr. Haneda. Mr. Haneda and the other two looked at each other with a look of surprise in their eyes. Finally, the three nodded to each other. Mr. Haneda looked at the translator and said, "you tell him to repair it as much as possible. No matter whether it can be repaired or not, we all have great thanks."

"That's not cheap, drunk!" There was a look of surprise on the translator's face.

"You translate quickly!" Mr. Haneda said seriously.

The translator reluctantly said Mr. Haneda's meaning to the boss. The boss was also surprised, and then thought: it is estimated that these three boys have no way in their own country, so they will travel across the ocean to beg my grandfather. Hey, I'm still famous? Then the expression became smiling again.He held out the palm of his right hand to the translator.

The translator gave the sword to the boss with a displeased face. The boss took the sword, put it on his left hand, and then spread out his right hand to the translator again.

"What for?" The translator couldn't understand him for a moment.

The boss rubbed the thumb, index finger and middle finger of his right hand.

"You want money before you start working!" The face of the translator is full of incredible words.

"And if I'm done, what will you do with your money?" The boss is a face of natural expression, "and whether or not Chengdu to pay, this is your own say!"

"Yes, yes!" The translator bit his teeth, "you are cruel!" He translated the meaning of the boss and Mr. Haneda.

Mr. Haneda immediately took out a checkbook from his arms, signed a check for 100000 and handed it to the boss.

After counting the zeros, the boss carefully verified the authenticity of the check, and finally accepted it suspiciously. Not to mention how irritating that is.

After receiving the money, the boss's attitude suddenly changed: "as for this sword, I have to say to you first that its bone has been broken. Even if it's barely connected, it won't take long. It's better to have a new one. However, since you have to repair it, I can't help it. If something goes wrong when I use it, I can't rely on it. I don't have a refund precedent here! "

"Stop talking!" The translator said impatiently, "if you take money to work, just say, how long will it take?"

The boss put up three fingers.

"Three days?" The translator was surprised, "so fast?" The sword was brought out of Japan, but unfortunately it was damaged in the middle of the journey. If it had to be sent back to Japan for repair, it would take at least a week to go back and forth, but the sword would be used in three days, so they looked around for blacksmith shops to try their luck. Who knows, someone dare to say that it can be repaired in three days. In this way, the time will be just in time.

"Thirty minutes." The boss said triumphantly.

"Burp."