City: Hilarious Commercial Street

Chapter 147 147. The Truth
"Hey! Your beer is too exciting."

When Mark took out his little private stash, this kind of mid-end beer that even dwarves and nobles looked down on, made Li Fei feel that the beer he had drunk before was rubbish!
Not to mention that it is suitable for any age group, but after taking a sip, the residual wheat aroma in the nose is enough to impress people.

Not to mention how bad this beer is.

After drinking 3L of Li Fei within 2 minutes, he found that he did not feel top-heavy at all.

On the contrary, the whole person is in a state of excitement.

He was so excited that he felt that he could go to the disco and dance for an hour without wanting to stop.

"Damn! You don't want to sell such a delicious thing, so you just drink it for yourself?"

Li Fei, who dried his mouth, complained about Mark.

Obviously he likes money the most, but he wants to bow to beer?
What made you such twisted personalities?

Is the obsession with money unable to overcome the pleasure brought by alcohol?
Or are the pleasures of alcohol, far greater than the pleasures of money?
Or is the happiness brought by money far inferior to the happiness brought by drinking?
Mark, who was almost stunned by Li Fei's words, glared at Li Fei angrily, "Why don't you leave me in this infinite loop?"

"I'm not trying to complain about you, there are obviously better ways to make money, why do you have to make it so complicated?"

"Do you think it's complicated for a group of fools to hold a map and wander around the cave to make money?"

Li Fei: "."

Almost forgetting what kind of character these dwarves are, Li Fei stood up and sat at the gate of the mine with Mark, talking about beer.

"I think such a good beer should cost more than 1 for a 300L barrel, right?"

The person who proposed this price was Li Fei. He felt that the gimmick of the dwarf limited edition beer, coupled with its excellent quality, and the location in the city center.

1L sells for more than 300, which is not expensive at all.

After all, it is the only one in the world, monopoly is so cool~
Of course, you can't elevate this thing too high, otherwise if you only serve high-end user groups, you will hand over the leadership to others.

Mark, who didn't have much hope for this matter, rubbed his chin, "Don't think about it, these bastards, I give them money to buy wine, they will only use their stomachs to bring back wine, and they won't use it at all. Come back with buckets"

"So how addicted are dwarves to alcohol? Why do they like to drink so much?"

When it comes to the dwarves' alcoholism, a wry smile appeared on Mark's face. Do you really think that all the dwarves are wine barrels?

Actually not really.

It is only related to the special living environment.

In the underlying structure of the dwarves, the two largest groups are farmers and miners.

One is responsible for the diet of the group, and the other is responsible for providing the group with a steady stream of minerals.

People who work hard every day will inevitably suffer some injuries. For serious injuries, they must rest in bed, but for minor injuries, you also want to rest?

Therefore, the technology tree, the dwarves who didn't order painkillers at all, could only use alcohol and tobacco to numb the pain in the body and endless torture in the mind.

Farmers are fine, because plants can't grow in a day, and they can work under the sky, and occasionally take a break.

That's not the case with miners.

In the dark underground world, you have work tasks every day, how much ore you have to collect today, otherwise you have to keep collecting.

Go down the mine with friends who won't be working with you.

In his own area, only the lamp on the hat is with him.

Every now and then the cave caves in.

It's the most annoying, but the only sound of knocking at work.

Isn't this alcoholic + crazy smoking?

Are you sure you can bear it without paralyzing yourself like this?
Rather than saying that the dwarves are addicted to alcohol, it is better to say that alcohol allows them to continue to work like this.

What's more, drinking has been repeatedly banned. In the early days, many dwarf miners lost their lives directly because of drunken accidents.

Forcing the dwarf brewers to continuously improve the brewing process under layers of pressure.

It is also under this special environment that Dwarf's beer is so good that Li Fei dares to call the price of more than 300 1L for a mid-range beer.

"Ah! The happiness that people like is always short-lived. Only the things brewed with pain can make people impressed and unforgettable for a lifetime"

"Perhaps, this is the life of a dwarf. He struggles repeatedly between pain and sobriety. He doesn't know which one he should choose in the end. He can only stand in the middle of the two."

After Li Fei listened to his own story, he immediately understood the weight of this glass of wine.

This moved Mark a little.

Dwarves generally don't like to make friends very much, because of the long and harsh working environment, every dwarf has become a little crazy.

And because in the dark, only one light source can be used, you must always be careful of the dangers in the dark.

But if the other party can understand their pain.

That's where the friendship begins.

Because they are not monsters, they just don't trust others so easily.

"Well, Li Fei, I still have a small bottle here, how about some more?"

Seeing Mark, who had always had a grumpy face and was always on the verge of getting angry, suddenly the lines of his face softened and he became closer to others, holding a bottle made of gold in his hand.

Li Fei guessed that this thing should be a treasure, the beer before was at most their daily ration.

After taking the heavy wine bottle, Li Fei tentatively poured some into his mouth. The extremely mellow and fierce taste made his eyes widen and he almost choked.

"Hold on, hold on, don't get excited, this is strong wine, and it's what dwarves drink when they want to make friends with you."

While patting Li Fei on the back, Mark explained to him the significance of the wine.

Hearing this, Li Fei, who had already drank the wine, complained, "Then you tell me first, this is strong wine, I thought it was another kind of beer."

"If I tell you in advance, how can I see your embarrassment?"

Mark's words sounded so reasonable that Li Fei almost pulled off his shoes, so he greeted this guy's face and asked him to taste what is called a size 44 pickled shoe.

The way you make friends is to give him a drink and watch him make a fool of himself? ? ?

What a broken custom!
"Okay, I'm going to be away for three or four days. During this time, you don't come to the chess and card room to look for me."

Mark suddenly changed his voice and said that he was leaving. Li Fei just wanted to ask, but when he thought of the spirits, he immediately understood.

Probably because after drinking this glass of wine, the two of them can be regarded as a preliminary friend.

Then, the sale of dwarf beer is worthy of him, Mark, who personally escorts the batch of beer back.

"Thanks"

Li Fei just wanted to say thank you, but he turned his head and thought, thank you. Thank you, what a shame. You, Mark, will make money by doing this.

"Okay, let's go back quickly, today is NO.12, and there are only ten days left in August to earn that turnover"

(End of this chapter)