This is a city called Fudao in the Thousand Islands, but Zhao Qiwu stands on the street, but he only feels that he is poor.

Is there any way to make money without capital?

Zhao Qiwu fell into deep thought.

After thinking about it carefully, this question seems to be ...... Nor is it a problem.

At the intersection not far away, a street performer with a hoarse voice pretending to be deep and singing made people constipated, reminding Zhao Qiwu.

It seems that there is no need for capital to sell art.

There were street performers in Sanhe Town during the Chinese New Year before, and Liu Qingying's four cousins didn't do it.

The streets of this big city are similar, people who sing so badly have not starved to death, and they are a big living person, can they still suffocate their urine?

In an instant, Zhao Qiwu made up his mind.

However, you have to consider what kind of art you sell, like what kind of chest is broken with big stones and forehead broken bricks - the main thing is that there are no conditions now, and you can't find big stones and slabs and bricks on this street.

What will you do?

Isn't it a little too scary to perform the clouds and resurrection?

What else will I do? I can't perform on the street to do exam papers, and I can't go beyond the first year of high school.

......

Half an hour later, Zhao Qiwu stood in front of a stall selling small commodities on the street with a glass jar.

After watching it for five minutes, he decided to talk to the stall owner.

So he walked up and said to the old woman standing by the stall, "Hello, I want to lend you a mask and wait for a street performance, and if I can earn money for a mask, I will buy it, and if not, I will return it to you when you leave." Do you think it's okay?"

Qiandao didn't speak very fluently, but he felt that he was very sincere.

And this is also a stall owner who he thinks seems to be easier to talk to, and there are others just now, so he didn't borrow them!

The old woman looked at him, and then at the jar in his hand: "Which one do you like?"

A little unexpected, but also a little expected.

"That's it!" Zhao Qiwu had already taken a good look at a white demon mask.

The old woman said yes, and then took off the mask and handed it to him.

Zhao Qiwu still has questions: "I need a piece of paper, is it okay?"

A minute later he took a piece of paper he had written, and when he reached the intersection not far from the old woman, he sat cross-legged wearing the mask of the demon who seemed to be a little hideous, and put the paper on which he had written the words on the ground in front of him, and pressed the bottle containing the insects that he had picked up on it.

Now it's Jiang Taigong fishing, and the wisher is hooked!

The words written on that blank piece of paper read: God of Insects, Resurrection of Insects Show.

The tone is very big, but the performance, how attractive is the tone!

Besides, we're not bragging, so it's still a modest statement!

......

In this world, there is never a shortage of curious people.

At the beginning, a little boy came, and when he saw the bottle, he couldn't move, so he dragged the adult and asked Zhao Qiwu: "Are you selling insects?"

The Kuril Country has a relatively peculiar insect culture, many children have the experience of catching insects in the wild, and in many comic stories, there are also all kinds of strange magnified insects, either decent or villainous, in short, not like people elsewhere, many hate insects.

Zhao Qiwu shook his head: "No, I am the god of insects, and I will perform the resurrection of insects for everyone." ”

"Can it really be resurrected?" the little boy wondered.

"Yes!" Zhao Qiwu nodded. "You can kill any of them and I can resurrect it. ”

"The bug is so cute, how can you kill it?" said the little boy hesitantly.

"They won't really die, they'll be resurrected by me. Zhao Qiwu said and opened the bottle and took it out all the time. "You watch. ”

All at once pressed to death!

The little boy exclaimed, "You, you, how can you kill it?"

Zhao Qiwu looked at his expression, for fear of scaring away the only audience member - the parents of this child didn't look very patient.

So he immediately put the dead dragonfly in his hand and put the other hand on it: "You see, it will soon come back to life." ”

The next moment he raised his hand, and the dragonfly that had just died came back to life in his palm.

Looking at the dragonfly that shook its thin wings again, the child suddenly became happy: "You are so amazing!"

Zhao Qiwu smiled calmly, but unfortunately he was wearing a mask, and others couldn't see his expression: "I said, I'm a god!"

"Can I take another look?" the little boy was pleasantly surprised and looking forward to it.

"You can only watch it once, and if you watch it again, you'll have to pay for it. Zhao Qiwu shook his head. "A hundred dollars to see it once. ”

The Thousand Island currency is not worth much, according to the current exchange rate, one hundred Thousand Island Dollars is just a few dollars of Chinese currency.

So the little boy looked at the woman behind him: "Mom, can I watch it again?"

The woman looks good, but she looks a little impatient at the moment, and she probably has something to do. But in the face of the child's request, she thought about it and agreed: "Just watch it once, okay?"

"Okay, okay. The little boy jumped for joy.

Zhao Qiwu took the coin handed over by the woman, and pressed the unlucky dragonfly to death again - in fact, it was nothing, anyway, it would not be painful to press it to death all at once.

This time he said a few more words, mainly to delay the time, because of the stop of the mother and son, there were already a few more curious audiences in front of him at this moment.

"Look at it!" After a few words, Zhao Qiwu covered his palm again.

"Can you do it without your hands?" the little boy curious.

Zhao Qiwu was embarrassed, and instantly turned on the big fool mode: "No, although I am a god, I also have to use divine power, and I must do this to resurrect it." ”

"Alright then!" the little boy was a little disappointed.

The next second, the palm was taken away, and the dragonfly swung its wings again, as if it was about to fly, but it was pinched by Zhao Qiwu.

The little boy still wanted to see it, but he seemed quite sensible, and although he wanted to, he didn't continue to ask his mother to pay.

Zhao Qiwu comforted him: "You can wait for a while, maybe you can take a look when someone else pays to see it." ”

"Okay, thank you. The little boy politely thanked him.

......

It's a pity that the audience is really too small, and seeing that he doesn't plan to continue performing, several people are already planning to leave.

Zhao Qiwu was a little depressed, if his magic powers had special effects, it would be good if he waved the golden light with his palm, and he was the same as Lao Fahai's moves, then he was not afraid that no one would watch it.

Just as he was thinking, a coin was placed on the paper in front of him: "I'll take a look at it too, but you can't use that dragonfly, you have to exchange it for this little beetle." ”

"No problem. Zhao Qiwu agreed very simply, he was not afraid of being suspicious, any insect is the same.

When he resurrected the little beetle, the young man who had just paid was a little puzzled, and carefully observed Zhao Qiwu's hands.

It's summer, and Zhao Qiwu is wearing short sleeves, which is easy to see if he hides something.

After watching it for a long time, he didn't see anything, and the young man became unhappy: "I want to take another look." ”

"Just give the money. Zhao Qiwu sneered, he likes this kind of thing that wants to be used when he sees anything. Like he said, just give the money, whatever they want.

At this moment, Zhao Qiwu was already surrounded by a few more people.

The more people, the better, and the more people who wait to pay for it.

"Do you still use this little beetle?" Zhao Qiwu was about to make a move, and asked again.

"Change one, change this moth inside. The young man pointed with his hand. "Can I press it to death?"

"No problem. ”

......

This time the moth was more miserable, the whole body was flattened, and everything in the stomach was squeezed out.

Zhao Qiwu endured his nausea, stretched out his hand to take the dead moth, and then continued to cover his palm, performing his resurrection insect.

But this time it will take longer, not the time required for the resurrection, but to attract more audiences.

In fact, the more pretentious it is, the more attractive it is.

Now there are a dozen people around, all staring at his hand!

When his hand was raised, a new female audience member exclaimed.

There are also people who mutter, so amazing.

Look at the excitement, the more people the more lively, it's not interesting to watch alone.

"I'll take a look at it too. Another coin was placed on the white piece of paper with the words written on it.

One insect after another used the resurrection of the dead to exchange for coins for Zhao Qiwu.

Unconsciously, there are already dozens of coins, even if they are exchanged for Huaxia coins, this is a few hundred.

Some of them, like the young man just now, who didn't believe it and wanted to expose Zhao Qiwu's 'tricks', contributed the most.

I can't help it, I don't understand it once, so I want to watch it a few more times!

Seeing that the harvest had already been a lot, Zhao Qiwu didn't plan to close the stall, and put away the coins on the paper, so as not to block the words on the paper in front of him.

A few of them just came, and it was nothing to see the performance, but when I looked at the words on the paper, I couldn't help but want to see it - no way, there are many street performers, and there are really few people who claim to be gods.

Zhao Qiwu still said that, just give money.

The insects were so small, just a little bigger, that he didn't think he would get tired for a day of resurrection.

In fact, the repetitive work is quite boring, if it weren't for the fact that he wanted to talk to these people and practice speaking, he would not want to perform.

......

"Can you resurrect this one?" was repeating mechanically and boringly, when Zhao Qiwu suddenly heard an angry voice.

Looking up, I was happy, wasn't this one of the bar spirits just now?

At this moment, the young man is holding a butterfly in his hand, and he doesn't know where he got it, it's quite beautiful. It's just that he's dead at the moment, and he looks like he's just dead, needless to say, it's this young man who did it.

Zhao Qiwu was about to repeat the sentence of giving money, but before he could say anything, he suddenly changed his mind: "Specific insects require different divine powers. The one you brought yourself requires a lot of divine power, so you need more money. ”

Gong Jing is obviously not bad for money, and immediately took out his wallet: "How much?"

I'll have to think about that.

Zhao Qiwu stared at his wallet, looked at the thick wad of money inside, and began to calculate.

After a few seconds, he said the price: "100,000 yen." ”

"So expensive?" the young man was very skeptical. "Can you only resurrect the ones in your bottle and nothing else?"

"One hundred thousand yuan. Zhao Qiwu didn't answer him. "Just give the money. ”

It's not expensive at all, 100,000 yuan of Qiandao currency, that is, a few thousand Chinese coins.

With such a little money, give you a performance to bring the dead back to life, what are you not satisfied with?

The people around were reluctant to leave!

It is estimated that many people have to think that this masked man may not be able to resurrect the butterflies brought by others, so they shouted a price indiscriminately.

The people in these cities are all educated, and although they also believe that there will be gods in the world, they will never think that there will be gods who make money by street performers.

It's just that he knows how to do magic, and as for why he didn't see it, how obvious it is, there are a few who can see the magician's technique.

Magic, there must be props, and you can't change things if you don't have them.

Facing the eyes of others, the young man hesitated a little.

Although he has money, he still has some pain when he sees a lively 100,000 yuan.

But if you don't watch it, you're a little unwilling.

Zhao Qiwu ignored his entanglement and continued to beckon: "Do you still have guests who want to see it? As long as you have a hundred yuan, you can see the magical resurrection technique." I am the god of insects, and all insects can be resurrected. ”

The young man was depressed, is this a provocation?

What does it mean that all insects can be resurrected, and you won't dare to take a butterfly yourself?

100,000 yuan?

I saw this thing grit his teeth, and he clicked ten pieces of paper and pen from his wallet: "If you can make it come to life, the money is yours." If I can't, I won't pay. ”

"Of course. Zhao Qiwu nodded and stretched out his hand. "Put down the money and bring the butterflies. ”

As a result, the young man hesitated!

Zhao Qiwu regretted it a little at that time, he should have hesitated a little longer, I am afraid that he doesn't want to give money.

immediately added: "With so many people watching, what are you afraid of?"

yes, so many people watched.

The young man who still wanted to regret it after saying the words turned red, put the money on the white paper, and handed over the butterfly.

......

"Are you starting or not?"

Three minutes later, the young man stared at Zhao Qiwu with an angry face.

Zhao Qiwu wiped his hands again unhurriedly, and then put the towel in his bag.

Then he replied slowly, "Okay! ”

It's nothing, in addition to being mysterious, I also want to see others angry, so I wipe my hands for a longer time.

After Zhao Qiwu finished speaking, he put the butterfly in the palm of his left hand, and then covered it with his right hand.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes later.

He took his hand away, and suddenly a wave of surprise rang out from the crowd.

I saw that the butterfly was in the palm of his hand, swinging its wings slightly, looking at the color, wasn't it the one that died just now?

Most people thought that this performance of the masked man was going to fail, but they didn't expect it to be successful.

The young man's face turned even redder.

Zhao Qiwu stretched out his hand: "Your butterfly ......"

"It's certainly not the one I just had. "The young man feels sorry for his banknotes.

"You can take it back and ask about it. Zhao Qiwu smiled. "The money is mine anyway!"

As he spoke, the other hand had already picked up the bill and stuffed it into his pocket - afraid that this guy would regret it.

Not to mention, although the trouser pockets of ten banknotes stuffed into summer clothes look a little bulging, but the heart is extremely steady.

Seeing that he had taken all the money, the young man grabbed the poor butterfly with hatred, turned his head and left.

Zhao Qiwu also stood up, folded the piece of paper and put it in his bag, and the small bottle was also filled, and stood up: "Today's performance is over here, let's disperse!"

Another child asked him, "God of insects, will you come again tomorrow?"

"Not necessarily, I'm going to go around the world to save insects, not necessarily come. But if I have time, I'll probably come back. Goodbye guys!"

Wave your hand, take a pocket of money and go.

I have to pay for other people's masks!

......

But when he walked out of the crowd, he was stunned, and the small stall was gone.

I couldn't find it when I looked left and right, so I had no choice but to go to the store next to it and ask.

After asking several people, someone noticed the old woman just now and pointed him in the direction.

I turned a corner along the road and saw the small stall.

At that time, he breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that he couldn't find it, and the mask money couldn't be given to others.

Walking forward quickly, he didn't take off his mask, pointed and asked, "How much is this mask?" ”

"Have you earned any money?" said the old woman with a smile on her face. "Three hundred dollars. ”

Zhao Qiwu grabbed it from his bag and took out a handful of coins: "Thank you!"

Put it in the stall and go.

The old woman was still shouting in the back to give too much, but he didn't stop.

......

If you have food in your hand, you can continue to inquire about the antique market slowly.

As long as you have patience, there is nothing you can't ask, and it didn't take long for Zhao Qiwu to inquire about the antique trading market here.

Then he was a little dumbfounded, as if he had made money and would not be able to go to the trading market at this time.

Because the local market will only exist at a certain time, and it will not be available every day.

Since there was no way to go to the trading market now, Zhao Qiwu also dispelled the idea of going to see it immediately.

Seeing that it was dinner time, he found a restaurant to eat.

The seafood was not used to the taste, and the food was not what he was used to, so he finally found a noodle shop and ate two bowls of noodles.

One bowl of ramen, the other is pulled noodles - the locals call it udon, and Zhao Qiwu thought it was pulled noodles at a glance.

After eating, there was nothing to do, and after a walk, I found a place where no one was around, and took off with a whoosh.

Before leaving, he deliberately looked at the time, and waited until he arrived in the capital to take a look.

After that, he discovered a problem, he flew from the capital to the Thousand Islands, which was actually closer than flying to Xisa.

Fell into the courtyard and played with gold for a while, he stopped playing with the computer, found the Thousand Islands dictionary and reviewed it again.

In terms of language, he is still a little worse, and being able to communicate does not mean that he is like a local, and he has to learn hard!

As he learned, he suddenly thought of a question, and suddenly wanted to pat his thigh.

It should be just going around over there, everyone there can speak Qiandao language, what a good learning environment, what a dictionary to memorize when you run back!

Look at the time and it's a little late, I'm too lazy to fly again, and I don't look at the dictionary anymore, so I play games.

If you want to learn Qiandao language, you still have to wait there to learn it, and today for most of the day, the level of spoken English learned is estimated to be half a month better than self-study!