Bottle caps are worthless; even if you collect a lot, you can only sell them as scrap metal.

However, bottle caps were very valuable to many children. In those days, few people went to school, and books were expensive. No one dared to tear up books and use them to make a folded bread roll.

Many people choose to crush beer bottle caps into small metal pieces, just like making four-sided bread, for fun.

"You have to give me another 23 cents, or I can't leave!"

The shopkeeper reached out to Lin Yifeng and asked for 23 cents. Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyi stood up abruptly, ready to argue with the shopkeeper, but Lin Yifeng glared at him.

"Two cents, please order!"

The boss didn't try to extort money, but his behavior was indeed disgusting.

But Lin Yifeng didn't argue with the boss, and didn't even try to bargain with him.

Two cents is not much at all.

Lin Yifeng looked at the boss, who seemed like a powder keg, and immediately gave him 23 cents.

"Boss, can we drink this beer here?"

"Drink, drink, drink as much as you want!"

"But keep the beer bottle and cap safe for me, or you'll have to pay me more!"

The boss was shouting when he suddenly turned his head and stared at the elderly couple, yelling loudly:

"Hey, hey, hey, old man, what are you doing? What are you doing?"

The older man in the elderly couple seemed to be preparing to leave. When he saw the shop owner blocking his way, he turned around and asked, "We want to go back, why are you stopping me?"

"I've already paid."

"The paper money hasn't been given yet!"

"Old man, you and your wife used my tissues to wipe your mouths, but you didn't pay for it!"

Paper money?

In later generations, there are indeed places where paper money is collected when people eat, but these places are usually explained in advance.

But in 1992, I never saw a restaurant charging money for a piece of paper.

The elderly couple had clearly never encountered anything like this before. The old man immediately started arguing with the shop owner, saying he had never seen anyone like him, charging money for paper and so on.

Xu Qingyi had never seen a business run like this before. He muttered to himself, as if he couldn't understand why the owner would open a business if he was so stingy.

"If this were Wallace, and any employee dared to accept paper money from customers, I would definitely fire that employee!"

Xu Qingyi opened a bottle of beer and handed it to Lin Yifeng: "At Wallace's, not only do we give you some paper with every meal, but you can even ask for an extra serving of ketchup."

"If this boss went to Wallace, Wallace would be dead long ago."

Wallace is very generous.

One reason is that Wallace's profit margin is very high.

Fried chicken and hamburgers are extremely profitable these days. A fried chicken and hamburger combo costs 9.8 yuan, but the actual cost price is less than 2 yuan.

Secondly, Wallace currently holds a firm grip on the entire fried burger market. Wallace has a large customer base, and as long as customers are satisfied, what does a little bit of ketchup matter?

Gangzi nodded in agreement with Xu Qingyi's words. He took the beer Xu Qingyi handed him, took a sip, and was about to say something when suddenly, the sound of arguing came from afar.

The group was immediately drawn to the sound of arguing. Lin Yifeng turned his head and saw the old man and the boss arguing.

At the barbecue stall, there was another person, a rather burly man. When he saw the old man arguing with the owner, he confidently walked over and started to mediate.

"This boss..."

Xu Qingyi was about to comment on the boss when Lin Yifeng stopped her. Lin Yifeng took a sip of beer, looked at the food on the table, and said, "Are you all full? If not, finish the rest of the food on the table."

Don't waste food!

The meat skewers on the table were gone, but there was still some staple food left. Lin Yifeng didn't like wasting food, so he returned to the table, picked up some dumplings, and started eating.

The other three followed Lin Yifeng's instructions and returned to the table. Just as they were about to finish their main course and leave in the heavy rain, the argument in the distance suddenly turned into a fight.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky.

The rain was pouring down.

Before Lin Yifeng and his companions could react, a scream rang out, and the burly man collapsed to the ground.

Lin Yifeng quickly turned his head and saw that the boss was holding a sharp blade and fiercely stabbing the burly man lying on the ground.

Holy crap!

"This is fucking amazing!"

"hiss!"

"Murder!"

The three reacted differently. Bai Yejin looked at the boss with a pale face, grabbed Lin Yifeng's arm and was about to leave, while Xu Qingyi directly picked up the beer bottle and looked at the boss with a wary expression.

Gangzi was the quickest to react. When he saw the burly man being brutally finished off by the boss, he suddenly sprang up and rushed into the torrential rain like a madman.

Amid Xu Qingyi's puzzled gaze, Gangzi returned in the pouring rain, carrying three machetes.

The van was parked not far from the barbecue stall. Lin Yifeng didn't lock the van; he could just open it if anyone approached.

Gangzi braved the torrential rain to rush to the van, took three machetes out of the van, and quickly returned.

Lin Yifeng, Xu Qingyi, and Gangzi each had one of the three machetes.

With three machetes in hand, the three men instantly felt much more confident. By the time they were holding the machetes, the shopkeeper had already stopped.

The burly man lay in a pool of blood, his body convulsing uncontrollably; his chances of survival were slim.

Another elderly couple was so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, especially the old man who had been arguing with the boss, who was lying on the ground begging for mercy.

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