Chapter 7 Being Slaughtered

"What kind of wine to drink in broad daylight!" The old man was very stubborn. He put the glass of ice water in front of Cao Bo heavily, and then said in an ordered tone, "I happen to have no one here. Let's chat with me!"

Cao Bo is in a bad mood now. If he meets this old man at ordinary times, he will only find him very interesting and then chat with him. But now Cao Bo is still angry, so he put his hand on the cup again and stared at each other word by word, "Give me beer!"

"It's not that you can't afford it. Isn't it just wine you sell?" Cao Bo reached into his pocket and took out a handful of it, and then threw all the money on the bar stage. There were zeros and a few coins in it, and the total amount was about 100 yuan.

The old man glanced at it, and then said clearly, "I don't have cheap beer here. If you want to taste the fresh one, I asked someone to get a bottle of 'No. 3' the other day. If you can afford it, I can sell it to you at the original price."

Cao Bo originally wanted to ask about the price, because in his opinion, the most expensive beer cost 20 or 30 yuan, but before he could open his mouth, he took out a wine bottle from behind and rubbed it carefully and said, "There are only 1,000 bottles in total. Do you know how hard it is for me to get it? How many relationships have you entrusted, how many friends have you found, and it took four or five hands in the middle to come to me.

This sentence suddenly put Cao Bo there, because he knew that the price of this bottle of wine must be very high, and he could not afford it at all.

Cao Bo took a look at the beer, and then closed his eyes and sighed. Then Cao Bo collected the money and quickly stood up to go out, but as soon as he left his seat, he was stopped by the old man.

"What are you doing? Do you have to leave if you can't drink?" The old man put the bottle of beer on the table, then took out two cups from under the bar and wiped them carefully.

"I'm here to drink. Since I can't drink, why should I stay here?" Although Cao Bo stood still, he did not look back. He felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this old man. Obviously, someone came to buy wine but he didn't sell it. No wonder the shop was tattered and had no guests.

"Then you should pay for these three glasses of water, right?" The old man's words choked Cao Bo again, because he didn't expect that it would cost money to drink two glasses of water! And the third cup with ice was not what Cao Bo wanted, and he didn't drink it either.

"You came in sweaty just now. I poured you three cups of water from warm to cold. Now you are not as hot as before, are you?" Although Cao Bo did not see the other party's expression, he could hear from his voice that the old man was laughing: "Sup to mention the taste of these glasses of water, you should also pay some money just for your thoughts, right?"

Cao Bo had to admire this, because he is indeed not as hot as before, and on the contrary, he feels a little cool.

"How much is it?" Cao Bo turned around to look at the old man. He found that when he finished saying this, the corners of his mouth were upturned.

"I've thought a lot about everything here. These glasses of water you drink are melted and filtered by the snow on the top of the Alps. It's not expensive to charge you 50 yuan per cup, is it?" The old man pointed to the glass of ice water on the bar. At this time, the wall of the cup was covered with drops of water, and the bottom of the glass cup left a round water mark on the bar.

"These pieces of ice are chiseled from the Arctic glacier. One piece is sold for 10 yuan. I put two pieces in your cup, and I'll calculate it together..." Although the old man said these prices happily, he was a little confused. Obviously, it was a simple addition, but he broke his fingers. After a long time of calculation, I haven't figured out why, and looking at him seriously, he doesn't seem to be pretending.

170 yuan? Cao Bo immediately paid after the other party's offer. The money in his pocket now seems to be less than 170 yuan, and who would have thought that a few glasses of water would be so expensive?

Cao Bo thought so in his heart, and he immediately protested: "You poured those glasses of water, and I didn't drink the last glass. Why did you count them in it?"

"Oh, do you want to drink overlord water?" Although the old man said rudely, he still wiped the glasses in his hand: "It is my guest who enters my store. Of course, I have to choose the most suitable drink for the guests. Were you very thirsty when you came in just now? Is it much better now? Since I have met your needs, why don't you pay?"

The old man pointed to the glass of ice water on the table and continued, "Now you are just not hot. If you drink this glass of water, I promise you will be cold from head to toe!" That feeling is comfortable enough, but it's a pity that you don't know how to enjoy it.

Old man! Cao Bo thought sadly: If I don't drink water now, my whole body will be cold. Aren't you killing people?

"Do you think my price is high?" The old man seemed to see through Cao Bo's thoughts. He gently put the cup aside, and then stretched out his hand to Cao Bo and said, "If you want to leave, pay the money quickly, otherwise I won't call the police!"

If it were someone else, if you encounter this situation, you will either run away, or you will argue with the old man. Some people who have money in their pockets and don't want to make trouble will pay obediently.

But even if Cao Bo wants to pay now, he doesn't have it in his pocket. He is embarrassed that he wants to run and quarrel with the other party, so Cao Bo took out the money and returned to the bar again.

"You just saw it, that's all I have..." Cao Bo doesn't want to say anything more now, because he thinks the old man in front of him is too difficult to deal with.

The old man glanced at Cao Bo and took out a thick wire from under the bar. Watching the old man spread out the pile of money with this wire, as if the money was dirty.

When the old man completely separated the money one by one, and then counted it carefully several times, he finally sighed and shook his head: "One hundred and ninety-nine yuan... There is still a dime left. Think of a way to make it up!"

"It's just a dime..." Cao Bo didn't expect that it would be so coincidental. Although he felt funny, he couldn't laugh.

"Just wipe it directly. Anyway, it's not much worse." Cao Bo pointed to the glass of water on the table: "And I haven't touched this glass of water. You can still sell it to others!"

The old man's eyes widened and his beard were up: "How can that work? You young man is too nonsense. I have a clearly marked price here for a dime!"

A clearly marked price? Cao Bo looked around. No matter how many times he looked at the bar, it was still very shabby. There was no price of wine on the wall, and he couldn't even see a wine list!

You dead old man, what price you want is not what you casually said! Although Cao Bo didn't say it directly, he still bargained with the other party. At this time, he finally realized what it was like to beat a hero for a penny.

"Forget it, you always emphasize that you didn't drink this glass of water!" The old man waved his hand and no longer listened to Cao Bo's explanation: "I'm very serious. Since I said that the water is the ice landscape of the Arctic, and the ice is the ice of the Alps..."

"Wait!" Cao Bo quickly stopped the other party's words: "Did you say before that the water was melted by the snow on the top of the Alps..."

"What do you care about with an old man? I just have a bad memory..." The old man choked Cao Bo with a word. He has been choked several times since he came in.

"Anyway, whether the water is from the Alps or the Arctic, in short, the water was water and the ice was ice. Now the ice has melted, and the two are mixed together!" The old man pushed the glass of water in front of Cao Bo, and the cup left a long trace of water on the table: "If you can find a way to restore to the original state and let the water in the cup have no other impurities, then I can return it!"

Isn't this difficult? Now that the ice water in the cup has been mixed together, it is impossible to return to the original state. Unless Cao Bohui's time goes back, he will have to pay for this cup of ice water.

Cao Bo usually thinks quickly, but now he also feels at a loss for this old man. Cao Bo even thinks that this old man is usually idle and has nothing to do for his own entertainment?

"I can't meet your requirements, but I can't take out the money. You can do whatever you want. I don't care." Cao Bo said this and simply sat down again. Then he picked up the cup and drank the water inside. He also chewed the remaining small ice cubes in his mouth.

What Alps and the Arctic are not as good as ordinary mineral water! Cao Bo thought so.

The old man's face suddenly relaxed. He laughed twice, and then looked up and down at Cao Bo: "Since this is not difficult for you, aren't you still short of me? Talk to me here for an hour, and I'll wipe it for you!"

It's only a dime an hour? Am I too worthless? Although Cao Bo couldn't help complaining in his heart, what could he say? Who told him to come here for a drink if he had nothing to do? As a result, I didn't drink the wine and got a knife.

"Welcome to my script!" The old man got a plate of shredded squid from nowhere, and then poured a glass of juice and put it in front of Cao Bo: "Don't worry, these things are free. It's your reward for accompanying me as an old man!"

Cao Bo looked at the things in front of him and felt a little helpless. Although the juice looked very fresh and there was some bright pulp in it, it was too difficult for him to drink three glasses of water in a row.

However, Cao Bo was a little interested in the old man's words. He didn't know what he just said about the 'script' or something.

"Haven't you heard that sentence? Everyone is actually the protagonist in their own life, but the salary of the vast majority of people is too low, and the audience of the play is very small. The old man gently patted his chest: "Although I don't have much drama, I'm very grateful that you can run for me before the curtain call of this play."

"In your eyes, do you just use the protagonist and supporting roles to distinguish everyone?" Cao Bo was a little touched by the other party's words. He looked at the other party expectantly, as if he wanted to hear more from the old man's mouth.