Chapter 440

Er, I'm dizzy. I don't know it's early morning! I don't lie. I don't know who just sent me a text message and prompted me to update. Only then did I know that it was early Monday morning&&&&

This is the normal process of strip bars in North America. Next, blonde dancers will make extra money and dance table-dance.

Qin Shiou felt that this translation was wrong, because the dancers were not dancing on the table, but sitting on people.

For example, the bull waved to a big breasted dancer with a licentious face. The dancer smiled and sat on his legs and twisted his body.

But they had a lot of action time, just about ten seconds. Then the big breasted dancer played on the bull's face with her bimodal peaks. Such a set of actions ended without Qing color trading.

When the dancer stepped back, the bull took out a roll of one dollar bills and stuffed it to her. It was only ten yuan at this time, mainly to activate the atmosphere.

Qin Shiou smiled and watched the fishermen fooling around. The cigarette gun motioned him to come. Qin Shiou shook his head firmly. It's not that he can't afford to play. This kind of thing is not a Xing transaction, it's just a bar fooling. Even if Weini knows, she won't say anything.

But now he has a high vision. These blondes are hot from a distance, but their skin is rough and their facial features are not exquisite enough. It really makes him not interested.

Qin Shiou refused and put the cigarette gun on himself. He put away his pipe, grabbed a long legged dancer and said, "Hi, sweetheart, private-dance?"

Hearing this, Qin Shiou immediately held a mouthful of wine in his throat. He always thought that the guy with the cigarette gun was an honest man. He turned out to be a big flower bug.

Qin Shiou doesn't know how to translate the so-called private-dance. In China, it used to be called "face-to-face dance", but this is not correct, because it is much more powerful than face-to-face dance in China!

The smoker and the other two fishermen each took a dancer to the corner of the bar, where the light was dim and there was a row of sofas. The fishermen lay on the sofa, and the dancers gave them time to serve a song alone.

This service is much more crazy. Fishermen lie down, dancers will take off their underwear, sit between their hips, and then twist their waist to do 'massage'. Of course, fishermen are well dressed from beginning to end. That's the rule.

If a fisherman moves his hands and feet in the process and wants to take advantage of it, the dancers will push away for the first time and the second time and continue, they will stop the service and have to pay the money.

Qin Shiou asked. Fifty Canadian dollars a song is much more profitable than selling meat!

At midnight, the fishermen finally put down their glasses and prepared to go back.

Finally, the smoker held Qin Shiou and said, "Captain, there are more than 1000 left of the 5000 yuan you gave me. Here you are!"

Qin Shiou waved his hand and said, "I said I invited you, so keep the rest of the money and continue to play in the future."

He thought these guys would take the girls back from the bar. The bartender has already introduced them. The dancers all work part-time. As long as they look at each other and the price is appropriate, they can take them back to the hotel.

As a result, although the fishermen all carried wine bottles in their hands, no one took the woman back.

Qin Shiou asked in surprise. In the past, the simple, honest and irritable bull smiled shrewdly and said, "what we just played was your treat money. If we took the girl, we would spend our own money. It's not worth it."

When they said this, Qin Shiou blinked. It seems that he was wrong before. In fact, the Canadian concept of consumption is not so crazy. These fishermen are still more restrained.

Back to St. James Hotel, Qin Shiou assigned them rooms.

One by one, whether you are snoring, grinding your teeth or farting and talking in your sleep, you can do it freely and definitely have a good sleep.

Qin Shiou went out at 6:30 in the morning. The fishermen were sleeping soundly. They could hear their loud snoring through the door. We can see how tired they were this time!

Qin Shiou planned to go for a stroll, so he trotted out in the small port, visiting and exercising on the one hand.

Like Gloucester port, seddick port is also expanded from a fish village. Strictly speaking, it is a fishing village. Administratively, it can not meet the standards of the city.

Due to port logistics, seafood salvage and tourism, the economic development of the fishing port is good, and the area has expanded a lot.

The whole fishing port is full of small buildings with different shapes, or modern style, or simple and boundless temperament. They blend together. When Qin Shiou runs on the road, he feels like he has entered the scroll of history.

Regardless of the style, these houses have become the image of fishing boats, forming a harbor feature: the house type is relatively slender and looks like an inverted hull; The walls are painted with blue ripples, and the fence is elegant, like a fish net

Because of the developed tourism industry, there are many coffee shops, bars and small restaurants in Yugang.

In the morning, the strong milk smell of fresh cheese and the sweet smell of home-made cakes filled the streets. This delicious taste even outweighed the seafood smell of fish and shrimp, adding a bit of family warmth to the small harbor and reducing the loneliness of the harbor.

On the street, there are hawkers frying fragrant grilled fish slices and hand cut fat fish in an iron pot. When the bar closes, the restaurant opens. Some restaurant guys happily sing fishing songs, unload barrels of fresh beer from the delivery vehicle and push them into the house to start preparing for a day's life.

When running to the coast, a group of seagulls made a clear cry and flew from the sea through the sea fog. Nimitz's domineering figure then showed up. It roared and rushed up to catch up with the seagulls flying to Qin Shiou, so that Qin Shiou can continue to exercise.

The morning and evening are the busiest time in the fishing port, because these two time periods are the time when the number of returning fishing vessels is the most. Many fishing vessels go to sea at night, so they often return in the morning.

These fishing grounds landed one after another, and the harbor began to bustle. Fishermen asked each other about the harvest. The staff of fishery companies constantly took out boxes of lobsters and sea fish to weigh and pay.

However, many people return empty handed. The ocean bowl of rice is not delicious. For most fishermen, going to sea can only make ends meet, and it is difficult to make money. It's hard for Qin Shiou to earn more than 500000 at a time!

Qin Shiou ran out of the fishing port. Some people thought he was an oriental tourist, so they kindly showed him the way and asked him to run south along the main road.

According to the fishermen's instructions, he ran to the center of the harbor and soon saw a park called rotary. With this park, a giant statue appeared in his view.

This statue is a huge Maine lobster. The lobster is 10 meters long, 4.5 meters wide and 1.5 meters high. The overall texture is brass and looks mighty. When the sun shines on it, the lobster shows a dark red luster, which makes people feel that it is a cooked wild lobster.

On the head of the lobster stands a middle-aged man in the shape of a captain. The man holds hands and looks solemn.

Qin Shiou stopped and looked at the statue in amazement. A vendor seized the opportunity to do business and asked, "do you want to take a group photo? Five yuan for a picture! "

Anyway, there was no shortage of money. Qin Shiou took out ten yuan and handed it to the vendor. A quick photo came from the front and side.

The hawker took first-class photos and was impeccable in daylighting, angle selection and framing. Qin Shiou gave him a tip of five yuan and praised him for his excellent photography skills.

After listening to his praise, the vendor sighed and said, "photography is poor for three generations. SLR destroys my life. I think I was also a professional photographer in those years..."