Chapter 16: Selling Art

It was dusk when I rolled into Odense again after the tetanus shot.

At the end of the day, in the crowded streets of a foreign country, a group of scantily clad Asian faces are surrounded by all kinds of camera equipment, you look at me, I look at you, and one looks more confused than the other.

"What should we do," Liu Ziyu asked, "it's going to be dark in a few hours, where should we stay?"

I don't know if it's because she was scared last night, but Liu Ziyu didn't talk much all day today, and this is the first thing she officially said.

Zhang Yunfei looks at the twenty or so dollars left in Tao Tao's hand: "We've got to find a way to get some money, or we'll have to sleep at the station or become couchsurfers."

Everyone understands the reasoning, but: "Where to get it? How?"

"Let's sell personal items ......" Qi Xingchen waved his hand at Director Zhao, "May I?"

Director Zhao nodded, "Yes."

The guests were greatly relieved, had they known that they could sell they would have sold it earlier, why would they have to suffer so much. As the upper middle class of the entertainment industry, who does not have two valuable things on their body ah.

"But-" Director Zhao suddenly turned his words around and added, "personal items can only be sold to fans, not to pure passersby."

"...... I knew it!"

The crowd wailed, "I knew the dog show crew didn't have good intentions!"

Denmark is different from the United States and the United Kingdom, the number of local Chinese is very small. They are very popular in China, yes, but not yet popular in Northern Europe, where to find fans?

Everyone sighed and sighed, and then Zhang Yunfei seemed to remember something and swished his head toward Bai Ye.

The rest of the group reacted and looked at Bai Ye in unison : "You had a world tour, right?"

Bai Ye : "...... Yes."

"That only leaves you with any hope of finding a fan," Zhang Yunfei pretended to be sullen, "It's not that my brother won't help you, his heart isn't in it."

"......" Bai Ye murmured.

He did not know how to say, selling things can be, but he did not want to sell to the fans. Usually small to small to go accessories fans want him to send directly, never confiscated a penny from the fans.

The crowd looked at Bai Ye with anticipation, firstly because they really wanted to get some money to find a hotel to sleep in, and secondly, because of the effect of the program, Bai Ye selling things and so on, must have a special variety show effect.

"Either think of something else," Qi Xingchen with Yu Guang glanced at Bai Ye and analyzed, "Finding fans in a crowd of strangers is no different than finding a needle in a haystack."

"That's right, looking for fans really isn't smart enough, the question is what else can be done?" Luo Qiuman had quite a headache.

With so many Asians standing on the side of the road gabbing, there was already a small wave of curious Danes stopping across the road, stretching their necks to look this way.

Seeing himself surrounded by spectators, Qi Xingchen understood that it was useless to keep pestling and pondered for a moment, "Brother Yunfei, can I have the rest of the money."

It's not enough for a meal, so it's useless to keep it, Zhang Yunfei waved his hand, signaling Tao Tao to hand it to him.

"Give me a few minutes, I'll be right out."

Qi Xingchen took the money from Tao Tao, turned around for a few seconds, and ran into the supermarket behind him.

Everyone waited in the same place, ten minutes later Qi Xingchen returned as promised, holding a poor quality umbrella, six looks to be a discount processing of the corner of the porcelain plate.

Zhang Yunfei laughed, "Xingchen, why did you buy this?"

"Let's each have a plate and beg for food on the street to make a living."

Zhang Yunfei's face immediately showed a look of "I'll beat you to death".

"Just kidding," Qi Xingchen put away his smile and put on a straight face, "I've got a great way to make money, brothers and sisters, so please help clear a field."

The crowd was skeptical, Tao Tao was curious: "Xingchen, are you trying to sell your art to make money?"

"Something like that." Qi Xingchen takes off his jacket and moves his muscles.

"To dance? Aren't you an actor by trade."

Liu Ziyu spoke to him for the first time in a non-sarcastic tone, and Qi Xingchen raised his eyebrows and, for the sake of variety, let slip, "You guys just wait and see."

People will be convinced to block pedestrians with their bodies and clear a circle for him that doesn't interfere with traffic.

Bai Ye hooked his lips as he watched his skillful stretching movements.

"Ladies and Gentleman ......"

Qi Xingchen warmed up, cleared his throat, bowed to the Danish onlookers, and said in English, "Hello everyone, we are from China, and we accidentally lost our wallets during our trip. Now I'm going to perform two traditional Chinese programs for you, and if you like it, will you sponsor us a little bit for our travel expenses?"

The fiery red evening sunlight danced on Qi Xingchen, outlining his lean and powerful figure and clean features.

It also jumped into the eyes, and in the center of those dark pupils seemed to hide a small burning sun, blazing and luminous.

Odenseans haven't seen many Asian faces, and such a dazzling teenager is even rarer, with hurried passersby stopping to stand in front of him and cheering, "OK, Come on cutie!"

"Thank you, I'll offer then."

Qi Xingchen Take off your shoes and lie down, raise your right foot at a ninety-degree angle to your body, open the umbrella and place the handle on top of the thumb of your right foot.

What's going on here? Passersby are confused. The handle of the umbrella is so small, and the toes are so small, so if you let go of the umbrella, won't it fall off?

Immediately afterward, however, something magical happened. Qi Xingchen let go of his hand, and the umbrella accidentally did not fall.

...... Not only did he not drop it, but he also used his leg power to kick the umbrella into a spinning flight, spinning it around in the air, and then the tip of the umbrella landed back on the tip of Qi Xingchen's toes. ......

It still hasn't dropped!

What kind of new magic is this?

The passersby were frozen in their tracks, taking out their cell phones, taking pictures and recording videos.

On the video screen, the umbrella is seen flying up and down on the teenager's toes, and both the rim and the tip of the umbrella are steady as they fall.

Shortly afterward the teenager lifted the other leg and both feet took turns displaying it. The umbrella's pink petal pattern was romantic as it turned, threw up, and crashed down as if pouring from the sky in a flurry.

Spare the guests and program staff who have seen the acrobatics and can't believe that they are surrounded by this kind of talent, and follow the Danes in dumbfounded disbelief.

The only one who remembered his job was the cameraman, who watched Qi Xingchen's performance with a straight face while pointing the camera at Qi Xingchen and taking pictures of the audience's reaction every now and then.

After the performance, Qi Xingchen patted his clothes and stood up, and went to fetch another plate.

The plate was on the floor, and as she leaned over, a narrow, snow-white waist was accidentally exposed as her dress slid upward.

Before he could do anything, Qi Xingchen felt someone tugging on the back of his T-shirt until he stood up straight after taking his plate.

"Thank you Bai Ye brother ......." He whispered, "But it's okay, I'm not a girl, I'm not afraid to look."

Bai Ye's eyes fell elsewhere and he shook his head without speaking.

Qi Xingchen then ignored Bai Ye and showed each plate in turn to the audience to show that they were all porcelain plates.

"Honey, why don't you take a plate and come with me and I'll give you all the good food in my house!"

A Danish boy, thinking Qi Xingchen was taking a plate for food, pushed his way through the people in front of him and shouted.

"Thank you," Qi Xingchen laughed at his amusement, "One moment."

He looked better with a smile, and that's when everyone recovered from the shock of the overhead umbrella earlier and pulled out their wallets, shoving bills at Tao Tao.

Tao Tao smacks his lips as he collects it, it must be seven or eight hundred kroner in one round.

Umbrella is the more spectator-oriented act, and Qi Xingchen is ready to make things interesting. He walks to the front of the crowd with a plate and hands it to the girl in the first row.

"Wow!" The girl's mouth opened wide in surprise, thinking that the pretty Chinese boy was going to give him a present, and was just about to reach out and take-

Qi Xingchen raised his hand and threw the plate into the sky.

The girl and the crowd of onlookers subconsciously crane their necks as he throws the first one, then two seconds later Qi Xingchen throws the second one, and when he throws the third one, he catches the first one just in time.

The audience's heads kept going up and down, up and down, up and down ......

Throwing work is the most basic acrobatics, the difficulty increases with the number of items thrown, but also with the weight of the thrown objects, the heavier the more difficult to grasp the rhythm.

But Qi Xingchen didn't care at all, casually adding the number of plates to four, and then to five, and ......

Too bad there was only enough money for six plates, either that or he could have thrown the audience off their jugulars.

After dumping the plate, Tao Tao collects another wave of money.

After two rounds of performances, the audience was almost emptied by Qi Xingchen. He smiled softly, "Thank you all for your support, I'll give you this next show, no need to pay for it."

When he finished, he lay down just as he had before.

...... Then with umbrellas on your feet, you start throwing plates in your hands!!!!

"Ooh!" Director Zhao couldn't help himself, "Not only does this kid know how to hold an umbrella and throw a plate, but he can fucking throw a plate while holding an umbrella?!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha~" the assistant director teased, "Old Zhao, this kid is really a treasure! Do you believe it or not, tomorrow this video of him is going to be on fire again?"

.

Even though Qi Xingchen said the last segment was a giveaway, passersby were still generous with their money.

A girl with black hair insisted on taking a photo with Qi Xingchen after she had stuffed a roll of money into her pocket. Qi Xingchen took the photo in a good-natured manner, but the girl suddenly burst into tears.

"What's wrong with you?" Qi Xingchen put down his cell phone, "Are you not feeling well."

"No, no," the girl's Chinese wasn't very fluent, "my mother is Chinese and I was born and raised in Denmark. When I was a child, my mother told me that my country was very good and strong, with many, many fun things to do. I've always wanted to go back to my country to see it for so many years, but I've never found the chance. Thank you, thank you for bringing the Chinese culture over here, so that the Chinese who are away from home can feel their motherland from a close distance; and thank you for your willingness to show it to the Danes, so that they know that there is such an ancient and long-lasting nation in the East."

The girl's accent was so heavy, the order of her words so inverted, and her diction so written that it took a long time for everyone to make sense of it.

Qi Xingchen is a little embarrassed to see her describe street juggling as "cultural transmission," and then a sour feeling comes to her nose.

Leaving the homeland for dozens of years, floating like a duckweed can never find the root, how much miss, how sad can be imagined.

He took out a pen and paper from his bag and wrote down his address and phone number, "If you have time to return to your country, you can contact me and I'll show you a good look at our magnificent mountains and rivers."

"Really?" The girl cried harder, "You're really kind! And you're welcome to come and play with me more often!"

Qi Xingchen smiled, "Good."

In order for Qi Xingchen to find her, the girl left her Facebook page. Liu Ziyu took a look at it and gasped in horror - the girl was actually a blogger with three million followers!

Once they had sent the girl away, the guests pressed on with their joy and pretended to be calm as they pushed their way out of the crowd. Once completely out of the view of passersby, the six heads quickly came together.

"Tao Tao, count it," Zhang Yunfei exclaimed, "How much?"

"Let's see, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred ......" The more you count, the louder Tao Tao's voice gets, "Three thousand two, we have three thousand two!"

Luo Qiuman heard the amount and stared with round eyes, "Oh my god, it's actually so much! It's almost half of the travel fund!"

"Yes," Liu Ziyu agreed, "Xingchen, you're really a great credit to us!"

Qi Xingchen subconsciously pinched his back, feeling strange.

In Liu Ziyu's character, he should have sneered at him. As a result, the tone of his words just now was sincere, as if he really took him as a merit.

Qi Xingchen wasn't used to being praised and hurriedly stopped, "Let's go find a place to stay first, so that we don't have a hard time finding it when it gets dark."

"Right, right, right." Tao Tao reacted and hurriedly searched for hotels on his cell phone.

Qi Xingchen also searched with her, vaguely, always feel that there is a line of sight shuttling in their back.