Uh, my codewords are faint, I don’t know it’s early morning! Not a lie, I don’t know who just sent me a text message to remind me to update, and I knew it was early Monday morning! &&&&

  This is the normal process of striptease bars in North America. Next, the blonde dancers are about to make extra money. They dance TABLE-DANCE, which means table dance in short.

  Qin Shiou felt that this translation was wrong, because the dancers were not dancing on the table, but sitting on people.

  For example, the bull guy beckoned to a big-breasted dancer with a look of lewdness, and the dancer sat on his lap and twisted his body with a smile.

  But they took a lot of action time, only ten seconds, and then the big-breasted dancer used her double peaks to flick the bull's face, so that the set of actions was over and there was no sorrowful transaction.

  The dancer stepped back, and the bull took out a roll of one-yuan denomination bills and stuffed it with her. This time it was only ten yuan, mainly because of the active atmosphere.

  Qin Shiou smiled and watched these fishermen's mischief, and the smoker signaled him to come. Qin Shiou firmly shook his head, but it wasn't that he couldn't afford it. This kind of thing was not a xing transaction, it was just a bar mischief. Even if Wei Ni knew it, she wouldn't say anything.

  But his vision is now higher. These Goldilocks look hot from a distance, and their skin is rough and facial features are not delicate enough to look up close, which really makes him uninterested.

  Qin Shiou refused, and put the pipe on his own. He put away the pipe and took a long-legged dancer and said, "Hi, sweetheart, PRIVATE-DANCE?"

  As soon as he heard this, Qin Shiou sipped his drink in his throat. He always thought that the smoker was an honest person. It turned out to be a big flower bug.

  The so-called PRIVATE-DANCE, Qin Shiou doesn’t know how to translate it. It used to be called “face dance” in China. But this is not correct, because it is much more explosive than the domestic veneer dance!

  The smoke gun and the other two fishermen each took a dancer to the corner of the bar, where the lights were dim and there was a row of sofas. The fishermen lay on the sofa, and the dancers alone gave them time for a piece of music.

  This service is crazy. The fishermen lay down, and the dancers would take off their underwear and sit between their crotches, and then twist their waists for a ‘massage’. Of course, the fishermen are well-dressed from start to finish. This is the rule.

  If a fisherman moves his hands and feet in the process to take advantage, the dancers will push away for the first time and the second time. If they continue, they will stop the service and the money will be paid.

  Qin Shiou asked. Fifty Canadian dollars for a piece of music is more profitable than selling skin and meat!

  Playing until midnight, the fishermen finally put down their glasses and prepared to go back drunk.

  Finally, Qin Shiou was pulled by the smoke gun and said, "Captain, the five thousand dollars you gave me have more than one thousand left, here you are!"

  Qin Shiou waved his hand and said, "I said that this is what I invited you, so you keep the rest of the money. Continue to play in the future."

  He thought this group of guys would take the girls back from the bar. The bartender had already introduced them. The dancers all work part-time. As long as they look right at each other and the price is right, they can bring them back to the hotel.

  As a result, although the fishermen all carried wine bottles in their hands, no one took the women back.

  Qin Shiou asked in surprise. The bull who used to be honest and violent smiled shrewdly and said: "We just played with the money for your treats. If we bring a girl, we will spend it ourselves. It's not worth it."

  They said so. Qin Shiou blinked. It seemed that he had also made a mistake before. In fact, Canadians are not all that crazy about consumption. These fishermen are quite restrained.

  Return to St. James Hotel. Qin Shiou divided rooms for them.

  One person, no matter if you are snoring and grinding your teeth or farting and talking in sleep. You can do it freely, and you can definitely get a good night's sleep.

  At 6:30 in the morning, Qin Shiou washed and went out. The fishermen were all asleep. They could hear their snoring through the door. From this we can tell how tired they are going to sea this time!

  Qin Shiou planned to go shopping, so he trot in the small port when he went out, visiting on the one hand and exercising on the other.

  Like Gloucester Port, Snowdick Port was expanded from a fishing village. Strictly speaking, it is still a fishing village. Administratively, it cannot meet the city's standards.

  Fishing port due to port logistics, seafood salvage and tourism, the economic development is good, and the area has expanded a lot.

  There are small buildings of different shapes everywhere in the fishing port, either modern in style, or simple and simple in temperament. They blend together. When Qin Shiou ran on the road, he felt like he had entered a historical picture.

Regardless of the style, these houses have been built into the image of a fishing boat, forming a harbour characteristic: the houses are relatively slender and look like an upside-down hull; the walls are painted with blue ripples, and the fences are elegant in shape, like fishing nets. The same...

  Because of the developed tourism industry, Yugang has many coffee shops, bars, small restaurants and so on.

In the morning, the strong milky aroma of fresh cheese and the sweet aroma of homemade pastries permeated the streets. This delicious taste even overwhelmed the seafood taste of fish and shrimp, adding a little bit of family warmth to the small harbor without the seaport’s taste. Alone.

On the street, a hawker was frying fragrant grilled fish fillets and hand-cut fat fish in an iron pan. The bar was closed and the restaurant opened. Some of the restaurant’s folks happily sang fishermen’s songs and unloaded barrels of fresh beer from the delivery truck and pushed them into the house. Here, begin to prepare for a day's life.

When running to the coast, a group of seagulls made a crisp cry and flew across the sea fog from the sea. Nimitz's domineering figure showed up afterwards. It rushed to drive away the seagulls flying towards Qin Shiou, so that Qin Shiou could continue. Exercise.

   Morning and evening are the busiest times in the fishing port, because these two time periods are when there are the most returning fishing boats, and many fishing boats go out to work at night, so they often return in the morning.

  These fishing grounds docked one after another, and the harbor began to lively. The fishermen asked each other about the harvest, and the staff of the fishing company constantly took out boxes of large lobsters and marine fish to weigh and pay.

  However, there are also many people who return empty-handed. The ocean is not delicious. For most fishermen, going to sea can only achieve a balance of payments, and it is difficult to make money. And it’s hard to get to the sky if you want to make more than 500,000 yuan at a time like Qin Shiou’s going to sea!

  Qin Shiou ran out of the fishing port. Some people thought he was a tourist from the east, so they kindly showed him the way to run south along the main highway.

  He ran to the center of the harbor according to the instructions of the fishermen, and soon saw a park named Rotary. Along with the park, a giant statue appeared in his vision.

  This statue is a huge Maine lobster. The lobster is 10 meters long, 4 and a half meters wide, and 1.5 meters high. The overall texture is brass, which looks mighty. When the sun shines on it, the lobster shows a dark red luster, which makes people feel like a cooked wild lobster.

  A middle-aged man in the shape of a captain stood on the head of the lobster.

  Qin Shiou stopped and watched the statue in amazement. A hawker took the opportunity to do business and came up and asked: "Would you like a group photo? Five yuan for a photo!"

  Anyway, there is no shortage of money. Qin Shiou took out ten yuan and handed it to the hawker. A quick photo came from the front and the side.

  The hawker's photography skills are excellent, and the lighting, casting and framing are impeccable. Qin Shiou gave him a tip of five yuan and praised his photography skills.

   Hearing his praise, the hawker sighed: “Photography is poor for three generations, and SLR ruined my life. I think I was also a professional photographer back then...” (to be continued~^~)