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The van turned left and right in this small town, and soon drove into a remote corner.
Probably because they came here early to check out the spot, or maybe they have had more than one event here, and they are very familiar with the surroundings.
I found such a place early on.
The car stopped, and no one around noticed it.
Several guards sat still, and the co-pilot turned around and said in a cold tone: "Come here at seven o'clock this afternoon, everyone must hand in at least 1,000 yuan. If there is less, go back and collect the punishment yourself. "
At least a thousand.
Nearly 20 people were pulled over by their car, and they earned at least 20,000 yuan a day.
Moreover, it is basically a costless business.
Of course, today is a "good time", so the income is also higher, which should not be so much normally.
?But compared to the clear soup and waterless food that these people eat every day, they don¡¯t even have the opportunity to see a doctor and take medicine when they are sick. Even if their usual income is far less than today, it is definitely a huge profit.
No wonder those people are willing to take the risk.
Isn't this kind of "profiteering" business just winning the favor of these people who like to go astray?
Yu Miao followed Qing Shan and the others out of the car one by one.
The wheelchair behind the car was also unfolded.
A group of people dispersed in an orderly manner, found a designated site and began to "work".
Those guards did not leave, but stayed nearby, staring at them closely.
In this case, even if you want to escape, you have no chance.
It would be fine if it really succeeded, but if it failed, it would be even more miserable than begging here.
Thinking about the "toys" of the old man in the confinement room, I am afraid that there are many "selfless dedication" of escapees.
It is a blessing in misfortune that someone like Qingshan almost escaped, and later survived from the severed arm and tongue cut out by will, instead of being thrown to the old man to be made into a "work of art".
Yu Miao pushed the wheelchair and sat on the designated site, beside her was another partner who "cooperated" with her.
Not the bald man who taught her to sing before, but Aoyama.
He spread out a piece of red cloth with begging information written on it with one hand, and placed a chipped ceramic bowl, then knelt on the ground, and began to write the stipulated information on the ground with the remaining hand holding chalk. Celebrity poetry.
Qingshan's handwriting is quite beautiful, and it is written neatly and with a strong character.
Even with such a simple condition, you can still see some beauty.
After a while, several people stopped and threw a few coins into the bowl.
The red cloth is a small black speaker pressed against the edge of the cloth, and Aoyama has already turned on the accompaniment for her.
Together, the two of them have to hand over at least two thousand yuan in income today.
Yu Miao picked up the microphone and quickly sang the first song.
In this kind of place, a little sound is always more eye-catching.
Li Miao is cute and cute, and her singing is crisp and melodious, and Qing Shan also has good calligraphy.
A large group of people soon gathered on the side of the two of them, listening to the little girl singing and admiring Qingshan's handwriting. Almost all the people standing here gave money, and even a few came over who lost a hundred yuan bill.
The person in charge of guarding their side found that there were too many people here, so he couldn't help frowning and stood up, sneaked into the crowd and walked closer to observe for a while. Seeing that there was no movement between the two, he retreated to an inconspicuous safe position. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com