The narrow road, even during the day, looks relatively dark. The streets, drowning and crooked buildings are neatly arranged and have a huge difference from the Bund. The big word "wine" and the faint sound of music make this area extremely noisy. On the side of the road, several foreign women wearing exposed clothes are attracting guests there, pedestrians in groups of three or three, or just walking on wine steps. Before the night is still drunk.

Walking on the path and avoiding the street girls, Yang Yuanzhao's eyes fell on the inside of the bar. The dim lights could barely see the situation inside on the glass window.

The small street is not long, but there are more than 30 bars. The density of foreigners is far higher than other places. These foreigners have changed their image as a top-notch person in other places in China. Instead, they are dressed in rags. Even occasionally on the street, you can see a person who is drunk on the side of the road, regardless of the filth, and are in a mess.

After a round, Yang Yuanzhao selected the target and walked into one of the bars. This was the bar that he was observing outside, which suited his purpose. An Yingyang placed it on the table and called out: "Give me a glass of German beer!"

"Oh, what a fair guy, can you drink, boy?"

"Yes, do you want to come here? Show me!"

The unrestrained laughter echoed in the bar, and the rough people were teasing everyone they could tease.

A big bearded German, obviously in Bavarian style, patted the head of the fiercest laughing guy and said, "Don't scare my guests away!"

This guy who looked so slim and was not a kind person actually sat down honestly, and the sound made was a little smaller.

The bearded German walked to Yang Yuanzhao and asked, "What wine do you want!"

“What’s there?”

“There are everything, and Bavarian stout beer!”

"Give me a drink!"

The boss weighed Yingyang on the table and said, "These are not enough? It costs three yuan per cup!"

The boss was trying hard to speak Chinese, with a strong Bavarian accent in his accent. Ordinary Chinese people may not be able to get used to it.

Yang Yuanzhao is familiar with German. Although it was a century ago, there was a slight difference, but it was not in the way. He took out two more pieces of Yingyang. The boss took the money with satisfaction and whistled excitedly. Most of his shops were poor. The Bavarian stout beer he mentioned was indeed the best beer in Bavaria, but the sales have always been very low.

A woman with exposed clothes and plump body came over with a full beer, rich foam and a faint bitterness. Yang Yuanzhao took a sip and the taste was indeed mellow. He drank the beer in small sips, but his eyes looked around at the bar that looked small but had at least 100 people gathered.

This is a bar run by Bavarians, and it is full of Bavarian style everywhere, especially beer, with a strong German style. There were 40 or 50 people sitting on the small bar counter. They also had beer in their hands, but it was a black wooden cup, which was very different from his glass cup. The beer in their hands looked good and tasted good. The price of 3 yuan was not very expensive, at least for Yang Yuanzhao.

The entire bar is extremely chaotic, with shouts, music and dim environment, making the bar a paradise for the frustrated. You should know that this is a relatively cheap place in the entire concession, and a few copper coins may be able to exchange for a glass of ale.

Yang Yuanzhao slowly adapted to the bar environment and observed the surroundings, but for more than an hour at most, after drinking beer, he would leave without staying here at all.

Today, Yang Yuanzhao is on the third day of this bar called Maixiang. The time he spent on the road from Baotou, coupled with the time delayed in Wuhan, is getting closer and closer to the days of cotton planting. To a certain extent, he is still unwilling to take risks. If there is no foreign company as a shield, the things he took out of thin air would be too eye-catching. Even the four masters would see the clues. He was taking advantage of the situation, not willing to stand on the opposite side of the four masters.

Time travelers are not omnipotent, especially in the late Qing Dynasty. When one fights against another class or even a gentry, he must be the one who is unlucky. Therefore, time is tighter every day, but Yang Yuanzhao is still looking for it patiently.

In the afternoon, Yang Yuanzhao walked into the bar. The sunset shone on him, with an inexplicable color. Almost everyone looked at him. Yang Yuanzhao was a little too outstanding.

In this bar where the majority of poor people, he would order an authentic German tan beer every time. It costs about 3 yuan a day. His generousness and abruptness attracted the attention of many people. The most common one was **. They were wearing thick lipstick, sprinkled with inferior perfume, and spoke vulgarly, and often went straight to the point.

Yang Yuanzhao was not interested in these women at all. After rejecting them, they left and invited them to have a drink at most, which was just dozens of copper coins. He mainly observed the drinkers in the bar.

Time is tight and he cannot let go of his choices slowly, so he has to come here to find a partner among the most down-and-out people. With the help of all-in-one, he has a lot of room for choice.

There are always various conflicts in places where there are mixed fish and dragons, and even stare at Yang Yuanzhao without eyes. Yang Yuanzhao just knocked them out and did not take any ruthless measures. However, gradually, Yang Yuanzhao's reputation every day also went out. Some people who often stayed in bars learned that Yang Yuanzhao was a generous rich man. By the way, this person was not easy to mess with. At least, the strongest guys in the bar were beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of being blue and swollen. When asked what was going on, they didn't know, and then things gradually became less.

The bar is indeed a good place to inquire about information. In the messy environment, Yang Yuanzhao still heard a lot of news, such as the fleet of the British Empire, which has recently been active there, such as the senior officials in the concession who have passed those measures, and even some gossip of noble ladies.

These have little to do with Yang Yuanzhao. When he listens to his left ear, he often comes out of his right ear. He pays more attention to the drinker himself. Through screening and comparison, he finally determines the target.

It has been a few days since I came to Shanghai. The cotton planting is tighter every day, but to a certain extent, he is still unwilling to take risks. If there is no foreign company as a shield, the things he took out of thin air would be too eye-catching. Even the four masters would see the clues. He was trying to take advantage of the situation, rather than being willing to stand on the opposite side of the four masters.

The waiter brought a glass of wine. Yang Yuanzhao's eyes wandered and finally landed at a place two or three tables away from him. This was also the object he had finally determined through careful selection in the past few days.

There, a Jew with a big nose, holding a large glass of 3 copper ale. This is the cheapest wine in this bar. It can hardly smell the wine, and it also has an inexplicable rotten smell. I really don’t know if it can be called wine.

This kind of ale is the highest-selling bar. Not many rich people and rich people will choose better cafes or high-end bars. This is a paradise for bankrupt and low-income people. A few copper ales can satisfy their cravings. It is their inevitable choice. Almost every man who enters the bar will drink such a glass.

This Jew seemed to have a very unsatisfactory life. Even if it was three copper ale, he drank very slowly. Before he could finish his appetite, his eyes became blurred.

Yang Yuanzhao drank the remaining beer in one sip and walked towards the Jew.
Chapter completed!