happy life of stars

When he found Deng Chao, Qin Shu stood aside and was embarrassed to approach, because Deng Chao was asking some tricycle owners some questions.

"How much money can I make by pulling a cart?"

"Is it hard work? How much money can you make a day?"

"How many people are there in the family?"

"Have you had a good life?"

"Are you happy?"

For other issues, like the big leader inspecting the sufferings of the people, Qin Shu was a little embarrassed standing next to him.

The owner of the car didn't know if he recognized Deng Chao. Seeing the camera, he thought it was a TV interview. It seemed bad not to answer, so he hurriedly left after a few perfunctory words.

"Brother, brother, I want to discuss something with you." Qin Shu continued the conversation, afraid that he would catch someone asking again.

"what's up?"

"I want to go to 'Jianghu show' to make money, how about we work together?"

"Showing art?... I won't go, you can play by yourself." Deng Chao didn't have time to accompany him in performing arts, he also wanted to promote Zhoushan's seafood.

At this time, Song Xian'er came, and she found several places to work that were not suitable, so she came to Deng Chao to see if there was one suitable for her.

She didn't even read Qin's book, and said to Deng Chao: "Brother Chao, what are you doing? Is it suitable for me?"

"I haven't found a job yet, let's go and have a look together."

Deng Chao led the two of them to ask around, and finally found an opportunity to work as a porter in front of the pier. A fishing boat was preparing to carry fresh crabs off the boat.

The crabs are packed in plastic baskets, and each basket weighs about 50 kilograms. The people who carry them are also big and round, and they have strength at first sight.

Deng Chao first went to try it, and he could barely do it. Song Xian'er also tried it, but he couldn't lift it, and it also affected the progress of others in unloading the ship.

Amid the good-natured laughter of the crew, he gave up decisively.

Deng Chao said with a smile: "Xian'er, Qin Shu is going to 'Jianghu Performing Arts', how about your partnership?"

Song Xian'er didn't find a job, so she happened to be able to partner with Qin Shu.

"Jacking in the rivers and lakes?" Song Xian'er turned her head and glanced at Qin Shu, her small eyes rolled around, not knowing what wrong idea she was thinking.

"Okay, yes."

She agreed, and Qin Shu didn't object. Song Xian'er's popularity was not bad, so she could 'use' her.

"Let's go! Do you have any unique skills that you want to sell in the Jianghu?" Song Xian'er said.

"You'll know later. However, we still need to prepare some props before performing the show." After a pause, Qin Shu continued: "I don't have any money with me. You can go to Brother Chao to borrow 10 yuan."

"Why don't you go?"

"He will ask me for a long time when I borrow it, but it is simple, direct and efficient for you to borrow it."

"I can borrow it, how do I divide the money I earn?"

"55 on."

"OK."

Song Xian'er borrowed money, Deng Chao was really straightforward, and asked her if 10 yuan was enough, and finally gave her 15 yuan directly, which is awesome!

"Let's go, what props do you want?"

"Look for a printing shop first. Nowadays, people basically don't bring cash when they go out. When performing arts, the audience is excited and wants to give rewards, but they don't have any cash and it's not our loss! So we need to print a few large receipts and put them in the venue, and the audience has to tip directly. Just scan the code, as many as you want."

"I can't tell, you still have some brains."

Qin Shu didn't bother to talk to her, the two found a printing shop, and Song Xian'er showed the payment code of her mobile phone for the boss to print.

Qin Shu said that she didn't care about her small actions, as long as she could complete the task.

"Boss, print another one and write: professional lockpicker, price 10 to 50 yuan."

Lockpicking is also his skill, and if there is a little bit, maybe someone will ask him to open the lock.

"You can pick the lock?" Song Xian'er really didn't expect it.

"Of course! Is it difficult to pick the lock? I learned it in a minute." Qin Shu said proudly.

"It's amazing! It seems that you are very talented, and you were born to be in this job. You have been wronged by entering the entertainment circle. If one day you go astray, I will visit you."

Qin Shu understood what she was talking about, leaned over and whispered: "The cat is crying for the mouse, you hypocritical woman."

Not to be outdone, Song Xian'er said in a low voice, "Small belly, hypocrite."

The two whispered to each other with smiles on their faces. Those who didn't know it thought it was very harmonious and friendly.

After walking out of the printing shop, Qin Shu went to a hardware store again.

"What are you doing here?" Song Xian'er asked.

"Jianghu performers don't buy weapons, what do they sell?" Qin Shu ignored him, and said to the boss: "Boss, how much is a stick?"

"8 yuan." The female boss said.

There is not enough money. I spent 4 yuan just now, and there is only 6 yuan left.

"Boss, can I borrow your tools, I want to make a nunchaku."

"can."

Qin Shu first used a saw, then an electric drill, and then asked the boss for a strong rope to connect it, and a simple nunchaku was ready.

"Boss, can the price be lower? We don't have that much money, how about 6 yuan?"

The female boss smiled and said, "If Song Xian'er takes a photo with me, the price will be waived."

"Okay." Song Xian'er agreed.

"Boss, can you lend us a washbasin, and I'll return it to you in a while." Qin Shu said.

"Okay." The boss was very straightforward.

"Thank you."

Qin Shu picked up the nunchaku, and handed the remaining piece of stick and washbasin to Song Xian'er, "Come and shout later."