Chapter 168: Pawnshop No. 8

520 apartment.

"Big guy, is there anything tomorrow night?"

Chandler opened the door and asked, clapping his hands.

"busy?"

Adam curiously asked.

He remembered that Chandler had been busy apologizing to Susie during this time, but little progress had been made.

A psychological shadow for more than two decades.

Ever since Chandler lifted her skirt in public, her nickname became Susie underpants, and she was ridiculed until she left the town at the age of eighteen.

Even today, she almost never goes back.

For fear of being recognized, she was called out again in public by the nickname that made her so ashamed and angry.

The difficulty of Chandler's apology journey can be imagined.

"Tomorrow night our company has a party, you can take people over to have fun, drink free drinks, and perform shows, right?"

A wry smile flashed in Chandler's eyes, but no one noticed it.

"I go."

Joey was the first to respond.

"I am going too."

Phoebe raised his hand high: "I like parties the most."

"I do not want to go."

Monica shook her head.

Although she was relieved when she learned that Richard was crying, the sequelae of the breakup made her still a little emotional.

"Go ahead."

Chandler persuaded: "The one who needs a party most now is you, don't you think?"

"Correct."

"Correct!"

"together!"

"together!"

Everyone immediately made a fuss.

"Ok, ok."

Monica couldn't bear the trouble, so she nodded and agreed.

"Adam, Rachel, Rose, are you all going?"

Chandler confirmed.

"of course."

Naturally, the three Adam did not refuse.

This is the first time Chandler has invited them to his company.

Everyone is a little curious about what the advertising company is like.

Switch to the IT company where Chandler used to work. After more than ten years, Monica and the others can't even remember what Chandler's job is.

Is it true that you can't remember the long list of technical terms for data processing?

Maybe it is for Joey.

But everyone is like this, it only shows that they are not interested at all.

"Then it's settled!"

Chandler clapped his hands and said, "Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the evening, I must be there!"

"Ok."

Everyone responded in unison.

Chandler said a few more words, both inside and outside the words reminding everyone to go, and then he said that something happened and left directly.

Adam looked at his back and realized that there was a problem.

What's so special about the party tomorrow night?

Adam was looking forward to it.

The next day night.

Everyone dressed up.

Chandler said that the party needed him to organize, so he went ahead of time.

Adam drove Monica, Rachel, Phoebe, Rose and Joey to take a taxi, and went to Chandler's company at the address given by Chandler.

After all, it is a large advertising company, and the party is very high-grade.

Several people from Adam showed their invitation cards and went in.

"Wow! So many delicious ones."

When Joey saw that the buffet was full of food, his eyes lighted up, and he walked over without a word.

"Where is Chandler?"

Rachel looked around and curiously asked, "Why didn't you see him?"

"Maybe something is going on, let's go and watch Joey a little bit."

Adam followed the crowd to the autonomous dining table, reminded Joey to be a little reserved, and made a cocktail for everyone.

"Wow! So beautiful!"

Phoebe exclaimed, holding a gorgeous cocktail tuned by Adam.

"Adam, when did you learn to make cocktails?"

Rachel curiously asked.

"Does this still need to be learned?"

Adam smiled and said, "Just look at it."

A year ago, when he was investigating William Harvard, he went to the bar where the other party was, and watched the various bartending operations performed by William from a distance.

With a high IQ and strong memory, he is flexible and agile. If you want to copy William's fancy moves, don't be too simple.

He can easily do even more fancy moves.

In the attitude that this is also a great skill of picking up girls, Adam watched for a few more days, went back and tried a little bit, and easily learned the bartending skills that William Harvard had practiced for a long time.

"Drink it well! I have never had such a delicious cocktail before."

Phoebe took a sip and exclaimed in surprise: "What's the name of this cocktail?"

Cocktail is a kind of mixed drink, which is made by mixing two or more kinds of alcohol, beverage, juice, soda, with gorgeous color and unique taste.

It's a bit like a big pot dish, you can add everything into it, and it's simmering for a while, it all depends on personal preference.

Many people like to name their cocktails, and those that spread are Margaret, Bloody Mary, Manhattan Liquor, Passion Coast and so on.

The blending of this classic cocktail has a clear formula, and the taste is familiar to the public.

But there are more cocktails that are made at will by bartenders, good or bad, depending on personal craftsmanship.

Obviously no one had ever drank the cocktail that Adam tuned out.

"Wow!"

Rachel took a sip and praised: "It's really delicious, do you have a name?"

"Pawnshop number eight."

Adam smiled playfully.

"Pawnshop number eight?"

Monica was speechless: "What kind of weird name is this? Any idea?"

"of course."

Adam smiled and said: "Legend has it that Lucifer established a pawnshop in the fourth dimension, specifically to lure those greedy souls to trade in order to harvest human souls.

The name of the pawnshop is called No. 8 pawnshop, because the No. 8 pawnshop accepts everything, not only the human soul, but also the emotions and desires. Just like this cocktail, you can have everything in it.

Whenever a deal has been made with the No. 8 pawnshop, even the most trivial deal, the soul will be marked with darkness, and gradually become dark, until finally the entire soul is harvested away.

The human beings who have traded think that they have earned it, and they can't stop it.

The mystery has been passed down through the ages and stored in the fourth dimension of space. The pawnshop No. 8 does not return. Only the **** cannot be redeemed.

So I call this cocktail the eighth pawnshop. "

"God! This is a glass of devil's wine!"

Phoebe exclaimed: "No wonder it tastes so good!"

"Then you still drink it?"

Adam smiled.

"of course."

Phoebe drank it in one sip and handed the cup to Adam: "I have already made a deal with you, and I have been caught in the devil's trap. I can't stop it, so let's have another glass!"

"me too!"

Joey is not to be left behind As Caroline meets the superstitious Davors who are so stunned that they are confused, there are fewer and fewer people who truly believe in this era.

Even if there are a lot of people going to church every week, this behavior is more of an inevitable social custom. Few young people truly believe in it.

The devil and God are meaningless to young people because they cannot perform miracles.

"Is this story true?"

Rachel held the cocktail in front of her eyes, looked at the colorful and attractive colors inside, and muttered.

"It must be fake."

Rose complained: "Have you not read Adam's Lord of the Mysteries? Don't have too many weird things in it. Maybe this is the content of the next book of the Lord of Mysteries."

"Ha ha."

Adam raised his glass and smiled nonchalantly.