exploded

Half an hour later, everyone gathered at the restaurant on board on time.

The six guests of the program group sat at the same long table as last night.

The long table is covered with tablecloths and pressed candlesticks. The table is full of various breads, juices, coffee, and cereals, all of which are French delicacies.

Xiucai stroked the patterned plate in front of him, and said meaningfully: "Partners, have you noticed that our breakfast today is very rich."

The fat man had already dipped the baguette in butter and jam.He commented: "It's not very rich, isn't it all bread? It's sweet and greasy."

Chef Tang said: "French people generally eat sweet breakfast, and they don't eat very rich. Fruit juice, coffee with milk, bread and cereal are their main recipes. For the French, the table These are really rich."

The scholar sighed.

This long sigh was filled with disappointment of inadequacy and strategy: "Think about it, in this travel show that is never serious about travel, which one of us didn't we go through many hardships to see the delicious food and beautiful scenery?" ?Now we have eaten such authentic French food without doing anything. What does this prove? This proves that the next itinerary will not be easy. This is likely to be the last breakfast we eat!"

It's too late, it's too soon.

As soon as Xiucai finished speaking, the voice of the director's team came in from the door.

"Good morning everyone, our itinerary for today has been set."

"What's the itinerary?" As the captain, Ren Xin asked on behalf of everyone.

"The ship has already moored at the port of Nice. Nice is a very beautiful port city and tourist city in France. Of course, it is also a city full of artistic atmosphere. So, what we are going to do today is to experience the survival of street artists in Nice the road."

Before the director team finished speaking, many guests already felt a sense of familiar tension.

The director group continued:

"You will have a drawing board, a box of pencils, and a box of paints. You need to draw pictures for passers-by on the street, and make them willing to pay for this painting. Do you have lunch and dinner, and how are you eating? It depends on how many paintings you can sell on the street. Same as yesterday, two people in groups, and the groups are the same as yesterday..."

After briefly explaining the rules of the game, the director team silenced.

On the long table, everyone looked at each other.

Suddenly, Xiu Cai slapped the table and stood up excitedly: "Look! Look! I'm right! This is our last meal, our last breakfast!"

Ren Xin didn't raise her eyes: "Crow mouth."

The fat man knocked on the baguette, accented: "Crow's Mouth."

Bo Yijian raised his glass: "Cheers to Crow's Mouth."

Yu Sheng wanted to laugh a little bit, but held back: "Breakfast for Crow's Mouth."

Scholar: "???"

He looked at these people in disbelief, and finally turned his gaze to Tang Yang who did not speak.

Xiucai: "Xiao Yangyang, do you have anything to say to me? Do you think I'm amazing? Don't hide it, I know that's what you think in your heart, you speak out boldly, we want to be an honest person, You must not be as hypocritical as those guys next to you!"

Tang Yang patted the scholar on the shoulder, forked himself another piece of bread, and replied pragmatically, "Eat more, or you will starve."

***

During this noisy breakfast, everyone ate more than their usual amount.

Afterwards, they took the props and went through a "security check" procedure to check the cash on their bodies, and then disembarked one by one.

On the blue and wide pier, the white cruise ships are like big fishes, riding the wind and waves to come and go; small buildings with unique styles are located on both sides of the city, and the bright red roofs are the most suitable color for the blue sky, and sandwiched between The black and white rhombus streets among the houses look more like a huge chessboard, waiting for those who can compete and paint on it.

Bo Yijian and Yu Shengwei held painting tools in their hands, sat in the crew's car, and walked along the street. After about ten minutes, they arrived at their destination. There was a dense crowd of people, and there were no street performers. few places.

Bo Yijian looked left and right, pointed to a mariachi band and said, "How about we sit down there?"

Yu Sheng glanced at that position slightly, and immediately admired:

"The view is wide near the corner, but not too close to the corner. You can calmly observe the surrounding pedestrians. There are eaves above it to protect the sun and rain. Brother Yijian, you choose a good position."

Bo Yiyan has been very used to Yu Shengwei's fanboy status.

Although he was very happy, he still had to correct the other party a little: "Actually, I didn't think of what you said. I just think..." His finger pointed to the stray band, "Sitting in this position, even if we can't recruit Guests, you can still enjoy the music."

The atmosphere was suddenly awkward.

Days were chatted to death.

Yu Shengwei immediately stated: "I believe we can attract customers!"

Bo Yijian: "I also believe that we can." He then asked, "Can you draw?"

Yu Shengwei shook his head honestly: "...No."

Bo Yijian suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

You don't know how to draw and you are still so confident. Where does your confidence come from?

But he thought about it again, and felt that this was actually not bad.

After all, they don't really make a living by painting, they are doing variety shows, so there is only one good way, but there are all kinds of bad ways to be bad.If he were a spectator, he would be more curious about the latter than the former.

At this time Yu Shengwei asked again: "Brother Yijian, can you?"

Bo Yijian avoided the topic lightly: "Actually, drawing is not difficult, you can try it boldly, come on, let's put everything down first."

The two of them still held the props for making a living given to them by the program group.

There were not many of these props. In addition to the drawing tools, the stingy program team only gave them three small horses, two for Bo Yijian and Yu Shengwei, and one for the guest.If a second guest came at the same time, he would have to stand and wait.

This thing was set up in the blink of an eye.

All that's left is to tell passers-by what they're doing.

This is simple.

Bo Yijian took out another blank piece of paper and asked Yu Shengwei to dip a watercolor pen into it and write down a line of advertisements in English to attract customers, telling passers-by that they could paint portraits.

The only difference is in pricing.

Bo Yijian recalled the prices here: "The hamburger set here costs 8 to 15 Euros... Should we draw a picture at this level?"

Yu Shengwei did some calculations: "It's a little more than 60~100 in RMB, which is really not expensive. But..." He was still a little hesitant, not forgetting his true level, "I can't draw..."

Bo Yijian finalized: "That's 8 Euros."

As soon as the words fell, he had a deeper thought: "No, first write 15 Euros, and then indicate a 50% discount next to it, and the actual charge is 7.5 Euros, so as to arouse everyone's psychology of taking advantage."

Yu Shengwei had no opinion.

The billboard was thus completed, glued to another drawing board, facing passers-by.

Everything is ready, the two are sitting on the ponytail, their eyes are piercing, waiting for the guests to come to the door!