After listening to Bruce's introduction, Goblin respected Chen Song, then gave a thumbs up and said slowly: "Drug Trench, is it drafting the Japanese!"

Chen Song didn't understand what he meant and asked in a low voice: "Isn't this Icelandic?"

Bruce smiled and said, "It's Chinese, he is talking about 'local tyrants'. Since the financial crisis, Chinese businessmen have begun to be active in Iceland, and some Chinese tourists have also come to the town to spend money. Everyone thinks that Chinese people are very rich."

"I understand this, but 'Does the Japanese'?"

"Haha," Bruce laughed louder, "Steve Ma's joke. He was a Chinese tourist. When he was playing in a bar, someone asked how to gain the favorable impression of Chinese people the fastest. Steve taught them this sentence."

Chen Song smiled and said, "This Mr. Goblin has learned very well and his pronunciation is very standard."

"Because Steve had a crazy treat at the bar, all the guys who could say "Are you drafting a Japanese devil?" could get a glass of wine. That day, the bar in the town was like an anti-Japanese base, Yi Aimu Aimu Aimu…"

"Yi Ai Mu Ai Mu Ai Mu Ai Mu Ai Mu?" Chen Song looked questioning, and after a while he realized: "Emmmm, Bruce, this is the same as 23333, and it cannot be expressed verbally!"

Bruce sighed: "Chinese is so profound!"

The small building where the strong man Goble walked out was a bar, called "Sunset Sea".

Bruce parked the car at the door and said, "Mr. Chen, do you want to stay at the bar first? It's almost sunset, and you can take a look at the sunset in the North Atlantic Ocean at that time."

Chen Song asked, "Don't we still have to go to the market?"

Bruce smiled and said, "There are twenty-four hours a day to visit the market, but the sunset is only a moment."

“It makes sense.”

Sunset Sea looks like a wooden building from the outside, but from the inside, it looks like a red brick cement building, and there is only a layer of wooden boards on the outside.

The bar decoration is in a strong Viking style, rough, atmospheric and bold: the walls are exposed with bricks and concrete blocks, and old wooden sleds, wooden rudders, longbows and arrows, and rusty battle axe. A thick and heavy log is supported on the ground, supporting the ceiling with fishing nets.

Opposite the main entrance, a fireplace is burning with a fire. There are wooden shelves and wooden wine bottle racks on the bar. There are many glass jars on the wine table. There are candlelight in the jars, emitting a soft light.

Unlike the rough style, the music played in the bar is very gentle at this time, and the customers are also very quiet, at most they gather together to play cards and whisper.

Icelanders have always been in the top ten in the global national and regional rankings, with men on average exceeding 1.8 meters. This can be seen from the customers in the bar that many of them have big hands and feet.

In this way, when the big guys gathered together and chatted in a very low voice, Chen Song felt a little awkward.

Gobl, who had spoken loudly in front of the car before, calmed down after entering the bar, lowered his voice and said in English: "Hey, have a drink?"

Chen Song spread his hands and said casually. The strange atmosphere made him worried, so he asked Bruce in a low voice: "Is this bar owner a big shot in women's clothing?"

"ah?"

"If you say something wrong, you say something wrong, it's a gangster, and it's a completely missed tongue."

Bruce asked inexplicably: "Why do you think so? The boss's name is Peterlic, and he is the sheriff of the town. What's wrong?"

Chen Song said: "So that's it. No wonder everyone dares not speak loudly."

After hearing this, Bruce smiled: "Yi Aimu Aimu-oh, haha, I mean you misunderstood. The bar in the town is quiet during the day, and it will only become crazy after sunset."

"In addition, most Icelanders have quiet and low personalities, because there are quasi-polar nights and quasi-polar day phenomena. Many times, people can only stay at home alone and watch TV and books, and develop a quiet personality."

Chen Song nodded suddenly. At this moment, Goblin suddenly had a loud voice: "Is it a draft of the Japanese?"

It was like a quiet night in the dormitory. Someone put a series of spirals and turns into a sky fart, and people in the room couldn't help but look at it.

After seeing Chen Song, someone's eyes lit up and walked to the bar and asked, "Chinese?" "Are they Chinese?" "Chinese tourists?"

Goblin nodded with a big laugh, and then everyone laughed: "Create the Japanese!" "Create the Japanese!"

Bruce stood up and explained something in Icelandic. Chen Song guessed that he was explaining that he was not the Steve Ma and would not invite everyone to drink because of saying this.

Considering that he was a newcomer, it was important to leave a good first impression on the residents of the town, he said to Bruce: "Tell everyone that I am not a rich man like Steve Ma, and I can't let go of everyone to drink, but I can invite one for each person."

Bruce was a competent butler. After the owner made the decision, he analyzed to the owner: "Okay, there are about twenty people here. According to the rules, each person has a glass of black wooden barrel craft beer, which will cost 20,000 Icelandic Kroner."

The exchange rate between RMB and Icelandic Krone is 1 to 17 to 18, and in this way, a glass of wine per person is 60 yuan.

When Chen Song learned about Iceland before, he learned that Iceland's prices were very high. He often earned 200 yuan for a fast food meal, and started at least 500 yuan for a regular meal.

He could afford a thousand pieces of wine, so he nodded and said, "No problem, just do it."

Wine is always the best bridge to communicate with men. After Bruce conveyed his meaning, the twenty-something people in the bar were very happy. While coming up and shouting, "Do you plan a Japanese devil?" to change the wine, he stretched out his big furry hand to pat Chen Song's shoulder.

Their big hands patted Chen Song's shoulder and made a banging sound, but the force was not strong, and Chen Song didn't feel any pain.

After a round of beer, Chen Song became a little popular in the bar.

But it's just one thing, the Icelandic xenophobia is not blown out.

More than a dozen people gathered at the bar and started chatting with him. When they learned that he didn't understand Icelandic, they only understood simple English, so the big men thoughtfully changed to simple English to chat.

Bartender Peter Sensson asked with interest: "Song, why did you buy the house that is a slut in Digelsson? I know that Chinese people like to buy houses now, but why don't you go to Reykjavik?"

"Yes, the Chinese are all in Reykjavik, and the East Asians, Americans, Australians and British are also in Reykjavik."

"There are British people in Vakur, do they still dare to come?" someone cursed.

Petersonsong smiled and said, "No one will give you a drink because you scold the British. Man, the British should be scolded because they are all mean!"

The topic changed suddenly, and a group of people began to complain about the British.

The relationship between Iceland and Britain is complicated, with grudges entangled for thousands of years and now, and they are very inconsistent with each other.

Until someone suddenly realized: "Aren't we learning about China with Song? Why did we suddenly discuss the damn British guy?"
Chapter completed!