Chapter 75 A Heart of Gratitude

Xiao Duan’s acting skills amazed Liu Jianan.

“Ding Ding!”

The sound of the copper coin falling into the bowl was crisp and pleasant. Liu Jianan thanked him happily: “Thank you for the gift, boss. I wish you great wealth, prosperity, peace and happiness!”

He showed off the copper coin to Xiao Duan: “Look, this is our first pot of gold!”

The boy’s eyes were clear and bright, and his happiness was pure and infectious.

It was just a copper coin.

Duan Haiping swallowed the sarcasm that was about to come out, even though he didn’t like the dirty makeup and tattered clothes at all.

But he liked the happy Liu Jianan.

"Can I buy Tanghulu now?" Duan Haiping asked.

Although he didn't know what the prices were like in that era, it was not so bad that one copper yuan couldn't buy three Tanghulu.

Liu Jianan waved his hands and said, "How can you be so wasteful?" "This is the start-up fund. It can't be wasted. Watch it carefully and learn it well."

Duan Haiping followed Liu Jianan without knowing why, and went to the market to buy two pairs of clappers and some rouge.

The copper yuan was exchanged for small pieces of paper money, and Liu Jianan put them back into the bowl and used rouge to color the corners of his mouth.

Rouge was also applied to the knees, elbows and other parts to pretend to be scarred.

He also put on battle makeup for Duan.

When the soft fingertips pressed his lips, Duan Haiping inevitably thought of the kiss that night and the madness buried in his heart.

"Okay, are you done?" He said with pretended impatience.

He didn't dare to look Liu Jianan in the eye, and had to turn to one side.

"Right away."

Liu Jianan admired his masterpiece. He had to say that Duan had a good foundation. Even after being beaten up by him, he could still see the other's good-looking features.

"Okay, you are responsible for selling your face, and I'm responsible for selling my skills," he said, dividing the work, "try to earn more pocket money."

Duan Haiping found that the young guy seemed to have a great passion for making money.

He watched Liu Jianan pick up the clappers and put in 200% of his enthusiasm.

"Because of the beating with the bamboo stick, let's not talk about other things. Let's just praise this son of the Liu family for being so filial!"

"He lost his father the day before yesterday, and his mother yesterday. In order to hold his parents' funeral, he kneeled here to beg."

"Kind people passing by, grandpa and grandma. Please be kind and let the child eat something good!"

"In the next life, we will work like slaves to repay you benefactors!"

Duan Haiping: "..."

He shouldn't have been soft-hearted and agreed to Liu Jianan to come here to beg!

Between dying of poverty and dying of hunger, they chose social death.

But social death is rewarded. More and more people came to watch, and the reward money in their bowls gradually piled up.

Liu Jianan was not greedy, and after three or four rounds of clappers, he was ready to pack up.

"Thank you for your kindness to us. This song is dedicated to all the kind-hearted people who sympathize with our plight."

He sang affectionately: "Thank you for your gratitude..." He

grabbed Xiao Duan, who was pretending to be dead, and threatened him with his eyes: "Sing faster!"

"I come from afar, where will my love go..." Duan Haiping frowned, "I have seen all the hardships in this world."

After the song ended, there was thunderous applause, and their bowls were completely filled.

Someone asked them: "Brother, will you come next time?"

Liu Jianan did not forget the character he created: "Come again, but we won't come again until we save enough money to buy a coffin for our parents."

He pulled Duan Haiping and left a lonely back to everyone.

As soon as they turned into the alley, he was immediately delighted: "Xiao Duan, we've made a fortune. Come on, I'll treat you to some Tanghulu!"

Duan Haiping stared at the money in the bowl, looking bitter and resentful, as if it was filled with his humiliation.

They were about to go to the street to buy Tanghulu when a middle-aged man with a fierce look came towards them, playing with a knife in his hand.

Liu Jianan politely gave way and continued to walk towards his destination.

"Stop!"

He pretended not to hear.

"The two kids in front!" the middle-aged man shouted angrily, "I told you two to stop right there!"

Liu Jianan looked back in confusion: "Uncle, our bowls are full. Please come earlier next time if you want to donate."

"Bah!" the man spat, "Donate your damn money, know what's good for you, hand over all the money!"

It turned out that he was not a kind-hearted person, but a robber!

Liu Jianan stuffed the bowl into Xiao Duan's arms: "What money, I don't know."

The middle-aged man smiled evilly and said: "Still pretending? I have been observing you for a long time. You want to fool me? Dream on!"

Tsk, in this world, there are still people who want to beg for beggars.

I'm really hungry.

Liu Jianan looked at the man in front of him. He was so poor that he came out to rob. I guess he didn't have much money.

Unlucky.

The middle-aged man probably never thought that while he was robbing the two kids, the kids were also thinking about robbing him.

Robbery.

Liu Jianan crossed his arms and said nonchalantly, "I don't want money, but my life."

"It seems that you want money but not life. Well, I'll grant your wish!" The middle-aged man walked towards the two with a dagger in his hand and a grin.

Liu Jianan glanced at Xiao Duan. He didn't want to expose Xiao Duan's ability. It would be too eye-catching, unless he silenced the only eyewitness.

"You little bastards, are you scared? Put down the money quickly. I can spare your life." The middle-aged man waved the knife in his hand and said fiercely.

"What if I don't agree?" Liu Jianan smiled slightly, "Uncle, are you going to kill me?"

Kill, murder?

He just came out to rob, why did he go to this extent?

Duan Haiping saw at a glance: "He is a coward who is strong on the outside but weak on the inside."

The implication is that this guy probably has never killed anyone.

"Then I'll rob him and spare his life?" Liu Jianan asked Xiao Duan for his opinion.

Duan Haiping: "I prefer to root out the weeds."

"Do you really take me, Yang Dazhuan, seriously? Ah, I'll fight you!" Yang Dazhuan rushed towards the two men with a dagger.

When he was knocked away by Liu Jianan's punch, his eyes were full of disbelief.

How could a child have such great strength?

Liu Jianan picked up the dagger that he dropped on the ground, threw it casually and caught it again, and slowly walked in front of the man.

"Should I search you, or do you hand over the money yourself?" He tapped Yang Dazhuan's face with the dagger, the sharp blade moving around the man's neck, "Three, two..."

"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!"

Yang Dazhuan was almost scared to death, he quickly emptied his pockets and handed the few remaining silver dollars to Liu Jianan.

"That's all?" Liu Jianan frowned in disdain, he didn't make as much as he did.

"My dear, if I had money, would I go out to rob?" Yang Dazhu cried and swore to the sky, "I'm really dead. If you don't believe me, search for it."

Liu Jianan patted his shoulder and said, "Be down-to-earth. Don't think about robbing every day. Sooner or later, you will lose your life. I have confiscated the tools used in the crime. Don't thank me too much."

Yang Dazhu: "..."

Liu Jianan was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something and gave him the clapper.

"The master leads you to the door, but it's up to you to practice. How to do it, I think you have seen it once and learned it all, right?"

Yang Dazhu looked at the simple clapper.

I want to cry but I don't have tears.