"What would you like to drink?" When Jiang Yan Hai walked up to the bar, a man in his thirties came over from behind it and asked with a smile.
Jiang Yan Hai looked around, then said calmly, "Vodka. I want vodka from the Caucasus Mountains. Don't serve it if it's under 50 percent."
The man behind the bar narrowed his eyes, but he kept smiling. "Vodka from the Caucasus Mountains isn't cheap. Fifty a glass. Want one?"
"I'm not short on money," Jiang Yan Hai said flatly.
"Fine. Wait here." The man tossed out those words and turned away. Soon, he returned with a bottle of baijiu and poured Jiang Yan Hai a glass. As he poured, he said, "You're a stranger around here, friend. (Have you been here before?)"
"My first time. (I haven't.)" Jiang Yan Hai watched him pour and nodded.
"You don't know the place, so be careful not to get fleeced. You get all kinds in the bars around this port. (You dared to come straight to us without ever being here? Aren't you afraid of danger?)" the man said with a smile.
"I was born bold, and I'm young. I like taking risks. Besides, aren't you bosses here? (I trust your reputation.)" Jiang Yan Hai raised his glass and took a sip.
"How is it? The liquor tastes good, doesn't it? Is it the same as what you've had before? (Aren't you afraid it's poisoned?)" The man's smile grew even brighter.
"It tastes good. (I already told you, I trust you.)" Jiang Yan Hai shrugged. Did he need to care whether there was something in the drink? He did not even need to touch it; Er Dan could tell him directly.
The conversation between Jiang Yan Hai and the other man sounded perfectly ordinary,