"Hahaha!"

"Wang Lin, there is a bar over there, go and have a look?"

"Brother Jun, your heart is restless!"

"Hey! I finally came to New York and I always have to experience these capitalist nightlife, right?"

Wang Lin pondered: "These bars are not as good as domestic bars, and there are people selling anything. Of course, it's okay to sit for a while."

When Zhou Jun heard this, he immediately pushed him: "Let's go and have a drink."

The streets of New York are far worse than expected.

For example, there are so many taxes, and roads are built every day, but they can never be completed. Although the whole of the United States is like this, New York is even more outrageous. Half of the road is blocked by someone with a baffle, a big hole is dug inside, and no one is seen repairing it inside.

The smell of New York is different from what I imagined. It is not the stench of garbage, but the stench of a bunch of mixed things. Every time I cross a street, there is a different smell, and I will never know what the next street smells.

Because it was night, there were a lot less pedestrians and you could see the pile of garbage.

There is a steaming pipe at the intersection of the street. I don’t know what it is for. The white steam rolls out and it smells a bit choking.

Next to the shop that closed on the street, I smelled a stinking stinking of urine and the sour smell of vomit that was drunk in the middle of the night.

Next to the bar is a ragged tramp, covered with black plastic bags, emitting an unpleasant smell.

On the manhole cover near the street, there was a drunk woman sitting, shaking her head constantly, talking crazy, and not knowing what she was saying.

Wang Lin stopped breathing and passed quickly.

In sharp contrast to the dirty outside, the magnificence of the bar.

It was not midnight, and there were not many people in the bar, but there were also many people sitting there.

Wang Lin and the others found a place to sit down and ordered two bottles of beer.

There is a performance stand in the middle of the bar, with several dancers performing. The performances are exactly what Zhou Jun wants to watch.

The dancers slowly took off their only coat, showing off their proud figure bit by bit, and twisting their bodies around a steel pipe.

Wang Lin was not interested in these vulgar performances at all.

"Why is no one dancing?" Zhou Jun asked in confusion, "I thought it should be a chaotic dance here!"

Wang Lin said: "There is a ban on dance in New York."

"Dance Forbidden Order?" Zhou Jun laughed and said, "What the hell is this?"

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Isn't it amazing? The US ban on dancing originated from the ban on alcohol. It explicitly prohibits people from dancing in tens of thousands of bars, nightclubs and restaurants in New York City. This ban has come into effect since 1926."

"No, right? Really false? This is different from the free country I imagined."

"Freedom? Freedom is relative, and it is an activity within the scope of the law, which is called freedom. And who made the law?"

"this?"

"Looking back now, we are not allowed to dance before, is it understandable?"

"Yes! Even cities like New York are forbidden to dance! This really subverts my impression of a capitalist country."

Wang Lin said: "However, the ban on dance is rarely implemented. The so-called ban on dance is only relative. If you can obtain a license, you can dance according to law. For example, if you do not want to bear the risk of fines, you must obtain an indoor dancing license according to regulations. Many bars cannot get a license, but they will definitely dance."

"But no one is dancing now?"

"There are not many people now, so you can see it later. You can see it again and again. When young people get carnival, who can control it?"

"I see!"

"The bar business in New York is very good. It's not a weekend now. If it's a weekend, it's even more incredible that you have to queue up when you enter the bar?"

“Do foreigners like to soak in wine?”

"hehe!"

The two of them talked casually and sat for half an hour, but they felt that there was nothing fun, mainly to satisfy Zhou Jun's wish to come to a New York bar.

After returning to the hotel, Wang Lin stood in the rising elevator.

When the elevator passed the 28th floor, Wang Lin suddenly thought of what Xiaosi said to him during the day.

He hesitated a little, would he want to find her?

Xiaosi said she wanted me to give birth to a baby for her?

How do you understand this sentence?

Did you really give birth to a baby for her?

Or is it a tactful way to ask him?

When men and women think about that, they will also say that I want to have a child with you to replace men and women.

The elevator did not stop on the 28th floor and went straight to the 35th floor.

Wang Lin walked out of the elevator.

That night, he didn't go to find Xiaosi.
Chapter completed!