“one dollar for six coins and two more” — the owner of the lobby shouted that word more than the ko in the game. But who would have thought, why do you have to change? It's not like the machine can't eat。
It's a good match to the egg of the game: the coin is the money, the game is the "legitimate hang"。
In the '90s, the coin was worth 50 cents, two pieces for a triad, and the child touched four steel bars, and his heart cooled. The owner took the renminbi into plastic coins, gave you eight dollars, and it was “lower” to hear. The unit price was still that price, but the numbers were smaller and the pleasures doubled. This is still being used today on the delivery platform, marking 30 pieces as “1,500 points” and the speed of payment。
More chicken is safe. If the machine is filled with coins, the street robbers who carry hammers at night can line up. The plastic coin is too heavy to buy a spicy bar, and can't be spent. The owner will need only a few barrels the next day, not a few coins, and the cost of the night guard will be enough to rent another half a bunk。
The worst is the red line. At that time, the fruit machine, mahjong, clearly appeared to be gambling, with a direct split of the renminbi and a direct lock on the public order. A new plastic shell and a change in the renminbi to an “internal props” became a “recreational exchange” in legal terms, one account book for the doll machine. In the 1990s, a lot of shops went bad: enough money to change cigarettes, change cokes, sneak back under the counter, clean up, gambled the money, asked the police station, "i sell drinks."
Of course, one foot higher and one foot higher. The currency is very different, with the aluminium tablets being reduced to a hairy weight, and the shopkeepers making dozens of rounds in one night; the owner simply makes his own model, with ottman on its face, and then upgrades it into a "false-proof coin" with a magnetic core, a plastic ring plus an iron ring, which resembles the early u. S. Shield. There's a saying: when the money is in disarray, it's worse than the money。
Then everyone took out the card, and the plastic coin became nostalgic. But the old player still misses the sound of the "twilight" — coins that ring, blood lines continue, and a dollar buys eight times hope. Now 200 to 200, the balance will always be 19 dollars, and there will be no more joy in burning the last coin and blowing a week through customs。
The coin is the money, the game is the youth filter. The boss had figured out that changing the yuan into plastic would turn reality into fairy tales — only at the end of the fairy tale, someone always wakes up with an empty barrel。
