Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Sajin was just flirting with his old flame, and now she's run away. He's chasing her, but he can't escape."

"..."

Not knowing what to say, Potio simply nodded helplessly and changed the subject:

"After this incident, we, the patrol and patrol teams, will probably become active again."

"We've been gone for so long, people would think we're all dead," Potio said with a faint smile.

"There are still many places in the galaxy that need justice. If you encounter any comrades on patrol during your explorations, please give them my regards."

After finishing her iced Solarda, Yan Huan picked up the lemon slice that was used as decoration on the cup, put it in her mouth, and muttered:

"So, who are you and Sand Gold trying to target?"

Seeing that Yan Huan was very interested in this matter, Potio had no choice but to tell the truth:

"Let's be frank, I have a grudge against an executive named Oswaldo Schneider, who is the head of the [Market Development Department]."

"And that flamboyant guy can help me find him."

Yan Huan nodded slightly:

"That's it."

"Hmm... I heard that the Market Development Department and the Strategic Investment Department don't get along very well in the company. I didn't expect that they would bring each other's enemies to our door."

"Of course!" Potio smiled confidently at first, but then his smile gradually disappeared as he looked at Yan Huan.

"and many more."

"You mean, that guy Sand Gold might help the head of the market development department to scam me?"

"I didn't say that." Yan Huan shrugged.

"But they are still a powerful force. If you really want to kill someone with the knowledge of the Strategic Investment Department, they certainly won't stand idly by."

"After all, one's identity and stance are what they are."

"Murder? Hmph... We'll have to see if he knows what's good for him."

Portio picked up the glass beside him, downed the drink in one gulp, let out a long sigh, and then continued:

"However, that's a matter for later, let's not talk about it now."

He looked at Yan Huan with a puzzled expression:

"Since the commotion on this airship hasn't stopped, aren't you, as a great hero, going to lend a hand?"

Potio had also heard something about the equity distribution.

It can be said that Star Train was able to acquire so many shares this time because of Star Train's reputation and Yan Huan's suspected strength as an Envoy.

Secondly, the old emperor needed a force to intervene in the family and the company to maintain a balance.

"Now, I am just a down-on-his-luck village doctor."

Yan Huan crossed her arms and sighed:

“They all say I don’t have a medical license and they don’t want to come to me for treatment.”

Seeing Yan Huan so dejected, Potio raised an eyebrow:

"Hey, you're a doctor? I never would have guessed."

"If you ask me, regardless of whether they have a license or not, isn't a good doctor someone who can cure people?"

"I think so too." Yan Huan was even more troubled:

“When I was a veterinarian, not a single patient ever cursed at me. But a few days ago, I gave someone here a syringe of veterinary medicine, and someone cursed me for not having a license.”

"..." Potio paused for a moment, then gently reminded him:

"Dude, is it possible... that veterinary drugs shouldn't be used to treat humans?"

Yan Huan glanced at Potio and frowned, saying:

"Are you the doctor or am I the doctor?"

Poteo: “…”

"Well... I think you could actually change your career."

Potio glanced at the guests around him who were enjoying their drinks, and suddenly an idea struck him:

"Dude, you could actually try being a bartender. Being a doctor... might not be the best fit for you."

"Cocktails?"

Yan Huan glanced at the bartender behind the counter:

"It's just bartending, there's no difficulty at all, it doesn't interest me at all."

"?" Upon hearing this, the bartender who was making the special drink also looked at Yan Huan, and his brows furrowed.

The two hadn't lowered their voices during their conversation, so the bartender, Anda, heard it all.

He silently put down the glass in his hand, placed his hands on the table, and looked very serious.

"Sir, mixing drinks is a very difficult skill. If you haven't done it before, please don't jump to conclusions."

"Oh?" Upon seeing this, Yan Huan slowly stood up, walked to the bartender, and silently looked at the condiments behind the bar.

"Who said I've never mixed drinks before?"

Immediately, Yan Huan went behind the bar and showed off to the bartender.

When he was choosing seasonings, he was very generous, putting in a little of almost every kind.

Finally, a strangely colored drink was produced.

But surprisingly, this drink emitted a unique and pleasant fragrance.

"What is this?" The bartender, Anda, looked at it and immediately said with disdain:

"Sir, do you know what a bartender does?"

"The presentation of a cocktail is very important; yours doesn't meet the standards."

"Secondly, your mixing technique is not artistic at all; it's just like how people use a bowl to scoop out condiments when eating hot pot..."

Bartender Adachi glanced at the automatic orchestra playing not far away:

"This is a place full of elegance and style, where guests who come for a drink are looking for a sophisticated atmosphere."

"And the taste of your cocktail." Anda took the so-called special drink from Yan Huan's hand, took a sip, and said, "It must also be... hmm?"

He stared wide-eyed at Yan Huan in disbelief:

"This taste, this taste...!"

Chapter 806 Don't touch my certificate!

Generally speaking, people who come to bars specifically for specialty drinks pay more attention to the color and style of the drinks...

As for the taste, as long as it's drinkable, it's fine.

However, the special drink that Yan Huan made was subpar in both appearance and preparation, or rather, it couldn't be considered a proper cocktail at all.

But the taste... was surprisingly delicious.

Just one small sip gave bartender Anda the feeling of being thirsty in the desert for three days and three nights, and then suddenly returning to an air-conditioned room to drink iced cola.

Cool!

"Gudu... gudu..."

Under the watchful eyes of Yan Huan and Portio, the bartender Anda downed the rest of the liquid in one gulp and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Ah~"

"I must say, your understanding of beverage flavors is simply divine."

Anda placed the glass back on the table and said regretfully, "It just doesn't suit this place."

Just like dining here, this place is like a high-end restaurant. The ingredients are inexpensive, and the portions are small, even minimal.

However, the preparation method should be aesthetically pleasing, and the plating should also be carefully considered.

Even if the last thing served to the guests is just two fried green vegetables, they still add some dry ice to make it look like it's ethereal.

Superficial appearances matter more than anything else.

Yan Huan's cooking style is like cooking on a traditional earthen stove in the countryside. The whole process is unremarkable and even a bit rustic, but the food she makes is so delicious that it makes your mouth water.

Adults and children alike love to eat it.

"It seems my career in cocktail making is going to be full of challenges," Yan Huan shook her head.

"I'm leaving this sad place."

"..." Speechless, Yan Huan silently left the small bar.

The chase outside seemed to continue, with many guests standing in a corner, afraid of being accidentally injured.

Yan Huan stood with the crowd and suddenly noticed that Toppa was also there.

"?" Yan Huan asked in confusion.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you catching Sunday?"

Toppa tilted his head, saw that it was Yan Huan coming over, and smiled:

"I'll take a break. The gold rush is going really well, so I'm not needed right now."

"Mr. Yan Huan, would you consider registering your name on the company's website?"

"Don't worry, you won't have to do anything, there won't be any liability, you'll still get insurance and bonuses, and you'll even be provided with a private office."

"Really?" Yan Huan asked.

"Can I take a picture with Cripper?"

"Uh... I'm afraid that won't work."