Chapter 556 Haha! Interesting! Interesting!

Stephen took back the chips in front of the table and shook his head sadly, "Oh, I'm very lucky today. Look, I actually won almost 200 pounds!"

Another companion said enviously, "What else is there to say? Let's go, Stephen, go for a drink! It's your treat today!"

"Ha ha, it seems that you two guys are not good luck. Well, it's my treat!" After exchanging chips, Stephen took two bad friends, inquired with the waiter next to him, and went straight to the western restaurant of the Marriott Hotel to fill his stomach.

A few guys with full of wine and food and red faces swaying to the downtown area. In their eyes of these old deep-fried dough sticks, the most wonderful life is just like this, and living a carefree and happy life is the most real truth!

This gambling is the same, and so is alcoholism. Of course, for soldiers who live in a closed environment most of the time, it is the same with some kind of communication with beautiful women in local special industries!

To their surprise, after wandering around the street for a long time, Stephen and others did not find the kind of wind and moon place that they used to be very familiar with.

What's going on? Stephen's brain was a little bad. Under the blowing of the night wind, he felt a little heavy and uncomfortable.

Naturally, Stephen did not know that under the strict order of Chen Jiaju, the underground prostitutes that were once quite rampant in Kujin were closed, and now Kuching is already a civilized place.

Of course, there are also objections. We can control the local Chinese. What should they do if they see that there is no such special service?

After difficult bargaining, Chen Jiaju finally gave in and allowed relevant people to set up special places to meet the needs of these foreigners in specific areas, but all relevant employees are not allowed to be yellow people!

With such regulations, people naturally think that this is to put an end to those who want to take advantage of the loopholes and introduce Chinese from other places to engage in such a sleasive business.

But he didn't know that Chen Jiaju still had his own considerations. He had long heard a saying that the Japanese mobilized women in their country to go abroad to sell prostitution. The purpose was to increase foreign exchange to their unstable national strength.

It is this kind of hysterical blind development of all mobilization that finally gives the Japanese the opportunity to develop rapidly, thus having the ambition to dominate Asia.

Of course, Chen Jiaju can't give these Japanese such a chance!

Stephen and others, who were full of evil thoughts, wandered around the small city of Kuching for a long time, but did not find the place they wanted. They were irritable. Originally drunk, they began to get drunk and scold.

Maybe it's going to rain. After Stephen's messy venting, he felt more hot. They simply took off their coats and exposed the black chest hair. The presumptuous and unruly let passers-by avoid it one after another.

"Oh, old man! Watermelon is good!" Stephen, who was drunk with dim eyes, looked up and saw a watermelon stall on the corner of the street in front of him, and couldn't help drooling.

This street is not far from the commercial street ahead. There are a lot of pedestrians coming and going. The owner of the watermelon stall is shouting around to solicit business. Seeing several foreigners saying something to themselves, naturally they dare not neglect it. Naturally, this business should be warmly treated.

"Are you going to buy watermelon? OK!" After weighing Stephen's favorite watermelon, the boss said quickly, "A total of 20 pence, thank you!"

Oh, I didn't see that the boss was very squatting in his relationship with foreigners. Although his English is not very good, he can only simply pop up a few numbers and price words.

Stephen's mouth was dry for a long time. How could he listen to the old man's noise and shouted, "Cut it! Cut it!"

"Good! Look, my watermelon is good, isn't it? It's still sandy!" The boss cut the watermelon very cleverly and boasted.

Stephen grabbed the watermelon without being polite. He greeted his companion beside him and ate it.

A few watermelons were soon devoured and reimbursed by Stephen and others. The owner of the watermelon stall next to him was smiling. Today, the business is still good. Seeing that the stall is about to close and meet these big families. It's good, good!

Stephen burped, patted the drum's high stomach, laughed loudly with his companions, picked up the coat placed aside and turned around and left, without paying the watermelon money at all.

"Oh, don't go. You haven't paid yet!" The owner of the watermelon stall is anxious. He hasn't encountered this situation after setting up a stall in Kuching for so long. Have these foreigners forgotten to eat happily?

Stephen felt very interesting when he saw the Chinese old man in front of him.

Those hawkers who meet these stalls in Singapore all take the initiative to give themselves to taste. Why don't the guys here have this awareness? How dare they stop themselves to ask for watermelon money? Interesting, interesting!

"Sir, you haven't paid yet, 20 pence! 20 pence!" The owner of the watermelon stall saw that several foreigners did not respond and gestured to remind them.

When Stephen saw that this guy was so eyeless and still chattering there, he was impatient and pushed the other party and said, "Go away, when will the old man still pay for food!"

The two companions over there said happily, "Stefan, it seems that your character is not good. It's nothing to leave Singapore!"

Stephen couldn't hang on his face. He slapped him. The watermelon boss fell to the ground, and a few red palm prints suddenly appeared on his face.

Stephen laughed and said to his companion, "Don't this guy know how powerful I am now? Haha, wait until we come here next time and come here to eat watermelon. Do you dare to ask us for watermelon money?"

After saying that, he kicked down the watermelon pavement, and Stephen laughed wildly.

"Not bad, not bad! Steven, this is the momentum of our soldiers of the British Empire. Let these cheap yellow monkeys neglect us so much!" A companion laughed in the same way.

The owner of the watermelon stall, who was slapped, finally reacted.

Looking at several foreigners who hooked their shoulders and were ready to leave like this, he was angry, stood up, and roared at the street: "Come on! Someone robbed!"

The owner of the watermelon stall looks not tall and thin, but his voice is not low. All the pedestrians on this bright road turn their heads and look at the less inspicuous watermelon stall.

Steven naturally heard the cry of the watermelon stall owner behind him and continued to walk disapprovingly.