Chapter 387

The tramp swallowed several pieces of bread continuously, probably because it was too dry. The bread was stuck in his throat. His face was red and looked at the Yellow sorghum pleadingly.

Huang Liang was unmoved. He couldn't buy a bottle of water for him.

The tramp also knew that his request was too much. Instead of looking at the sorghum, he picked up a big handful of snow from his chair and stuffed it into his mouth.

The melted snow poured down his throat and finally swallowed the swollen bread stuck in it.

Huang Liang looked at him and asked, "where is haicucumber street?"

The tramp took a few hard breaths, stroked his chest, looked at the little bread left in the bread bag, and his face showed an angry and sad look. He was probably blaming himself for eating so fast and worried about whether there was enough left for a meal.

"Where is haicucumber street?" Huang Liang asked again. He is very patient, but that doesn't mean he will be patient all the time.

"Oh, sea cucumber... That's a good place!" the tramp leaned on the bench, unaware of the cold snow. "Do you know what sea cucumber is?"

"Sea cucumber?" Huang Liang remembers that there is such a name in China. I don't know whether Europeans call it so.

"Sea cucumber?" the tramp was stunned and laughed, "Oh, no, no, it's not that expensive! Sea cucumber is a scaly sea squirt, white, spiny, looks like a cucumber, but it's soft. I used to see it when I was a sailor at sea. In temperate waters, thousands of people often gather together. It's a cheap commodity."

"I'm not here to study marine biology," Huang Liang said.

"Oh yes, yes, young man, I know you're going to haicucumber street, but you must find out what haicucumber is before you can find it." the tramp said with a mysterious smile, "do you know that haicucumber has another meaning?"

Seeing that Huang Liang's face seemed impatient, he said, "well, I guess you don't know. Let me tell you, sea cucumbers - that's what men do!"

There was a trace of malice in his eyes. "Every year tens of thousands of ships enter and leave Amsterdam port. Sailors are blown by the sea wind and soaked in the sea. Over time, their skin will change. Even the second is different from ordinary people. It's like being salted by sea salt. It's fat, white and elastic. People call it sea cucumber."

"So you should understand now that haicucumber street is where sailors wash their dick... Hahaha... Do you know how to wash it? Of course, it's water from women... Hahaha..."

The tramp seemed to think of something pleasant and laughed wildly.

"Tell me where it is?" Huang Liang had understood. If the tramp hadn't lied to him, haicucumber street might be a hidden alley in a red light district. No wonder it can't be found on Google map.

The tramp stopped laughing, looked up at the sky, looked at the white clouds in the sky and said, "although haicucumber street is the cheapest fireworks field in Amsterdam, oh no, it is the cheapest fireworks field in Holland, the girls there are really good, especially those sold from Ukraine and Serbia. If you want to invite me to play once, I can lead the way for you."

Huang Liang didn't expect that the tramp who couldn't eat enough would put forward such a request, and he couldn't understand why human beings still have such physiological desire under such extreme suffering. When he instinctively wanted to refuse, the tramp changed his mind temporarily.

"Oh, no, no, no, I'd better go by myself. What if I take you there and you stand me up? Just give me the money, just 20 euros, oh no, 10 euros..."

He stretched out a finger, and the green light in his eyes was like a wolf, but this time it was not hunger, but greed.

Huang Liang smiled with disgust and contempt, gracefully took out his wallet from his pocket, drew a 100 euro from it, and shook his hand twice:

"Go ahead and tell me where it is. This 100 euros is yours."

"Really, really?" the green light in the tramp's eyes is even more prosperous: "the new market, the weighing room and devalen are all famous red light districts. You can know where the sea cucumber is when you ask someone there, but each red light district has a low-grade brothel dedicated to sea cucumber. I don't know which one you mean."

Huang Liang knew he couldn't ask more from the tramp, so he gave him a hundred euros and left.

The tramp was overjoyed, caught the note with trembling hands, blushed on his face, jumped up like chicken blood, and rushed to the street on the right of the railway station square at a fast pace.

Half an hour later, the bruised and dying tramp was thrown out of the gate of a red house. A fleshy Slavic man spat on his face, threw down a piece of paper and scolded, "grandma, remember to bring money next time, or cut off your dick and feed the dog!"

Looking at the falling paper, the tramp couldn't understand why he took a hundred euros and turned it into a small ticket for the bakery when he went to check out?

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Amsterdam is an ancient city. The houses on both sides of the street retain the ancient and exquisite appearance of centuries ago. Red, blue or green decorations can be seen everywhere, showing a bit of playfulness and warmth in the world after snow.

Three or four storey buildings are in rows, but the doors along the street are very narrow, often allowing only one person to go in and out. It is said that there was a strange law in Amsterdam in ancient times. The larger the door is opened, the more taxes will be paid. People have to minimize the door and open the window to a large extent. All large things will be moved in and out of the window. There are also extended iron hooks and ropes on the top of the building.

Such houses are everywhere, including several well-known red light blocks. The girls either stood at the narrow door or sat in the wide window, looked at the passers-by, and stirred the men's hormones with their eyes and gestures.

Huang Liang walked into one of the streets and passed a row of window brothels with red lights. Probably because the weather was too cold, most of the girls hid in the house and no one came to the door to meet the guests. It may also be that they were not interested in the little man with Oriental face. The women here were freelance and were not coerced by anyone, Whether they are willing to spend the spring night with you depends not only on the money, but also on their mood.

Walking half a block, a blonde opened the narrow door of the red house and came out. On a cold day, she only wore a sheepskin windbreaker with little inside. Under her short skirt, her slender thighs trembled in the cold wind, but more amorous.

When he saw the windbreaker, Huang Liang always thought of Qingmu, so he had to look more. The blonde immediately leaned on the porch, put on a coquettish posture and showed a professional charming smile.

Huang Liang stepped forward, and the girl's smile was more prosperous. She winked at him like silk, as if she had seen colorful banknotes.

"Excuse me, do you know this place?" Huang Liang asked, pointing to the note.

Seeing the address on the note, the blonde showed her disdain and waved impatiently, "go ahead and ask ahead." then she turned back and entered the window room.

Huang Liang heard her muttering voice when she closed the door: "it's a poor man, shit!"