Zhou Wenzhong stood next to Ma Xiaobao and watched closely. This is the herd mentality of people. If there is excitement, you should watch it. Wherever the stall owner is, everyone's eyes will follow.
Just like where the lecturer is in class, the students are looking towards him.
The entire stall was crowded with people, which naturally attracted more people to join in the fun, and the more people gathered, the more people gathered.
After such a series of actions, Ma Erbao was completely ignored.
"I'm done!"
Ma Erbao stood up, holding a writing pad with both hands, which was filled with names densely written on it.
"Hey~ It's very fast to write. Let me see if there are any black pimples."
Zhou Wenzhong took the notebook and checked it carefully, and finally handed it to the crowd.
"Everyone, please check it out, I think it's fine!"
"Let me take a look."
"I'll check, too."
"Don't tear up my notebook! I still want this notebook!"
During the scramble, Ma Xiaobao also stood up to indicate that he had finished writing.
"Hey, this little comrade writes very quickly."
Ma Xiaobao stood there and did not dare to speak, because he had already written this notebook yesterday. Before going out, his second brother told him that when everyone ignored him, it was his chance to take out the notebook.
Zhou Wenzhong looked at the cowardly expression on his face and sighed in his heart: He was still too young, and he didn't feel confident doing such a thing for the first time.
"Not bad! Come on, go get two steamed buns."
"real?"
"I'll give it to you, just take it."
"Eh."
Ma Xiaobao picked up the newspaper and left with the steamed buns in both hands.
"Really?"
"Look, when you said this, the children took away the steamed buns. Can you fool people?"
"It's my turn! Let me write first."
"Go aside, I've been waiting for a long time."
Zhou Wenzhong stood on the stool and shouted: "Don't be anxious, come one by one! Don't be offended during the Chinese New Year. Have you finished checking the notebook just now?"
"There is a mistake in one of the writings above! He was written as Ma Sanbao, so you can't give him steamed buns!"
Zhou Wenzhong spread his hands and smiled apologetically at Ma Erbao. Ma Erbao had an annoyed expression on his face and kept silent while holding his breath.
"Comrade, don't be disappointed, try again next time."
Ma Erbao refused to admit defeat and said: "Let me do it again."
"Don't bother me! We've been waiting in line for a long time, just wait behind you."
"that is."
"That's okay."
Ma Erbao sighed, took out 5 cents from his pocket, waved it to the big guy, and put it in the donation box.
"Comrade, your watch."
"You can use it first, I have to queue up anyway."
"It's my turn, it's my turn."
"Comrade, if you are fine, please help me supervise this."
"OK."
The addition of Ma Erbao made Zhou Wenzhong's work a lot easier. People's attention gradually shifted from the steamed buns at the beginning to the new "challengers", always wanting to find out a few mistakes. Without other reasons, only the steamed buns were left.
4 of them!
"Don't scribble! If you write something wrong, you wrote it wrong. Get out of my way!"
A passerby looked unwilling, took out 2 cents from his pocket, threw it into the donation box, and returned to the crowd to queue up.
"Stab it..."
A piece of writing paper was crumpled into a ball by Ma Erbao and thrown aside. By chance, it was kicked by a passerby.
A man nearly 1.9 meters tall appeared in Zhou Wenzhong's sight. This was the first time he had seen such a tall person since time travel. He was half a head taller than Xu Damao.
The more I looked at him, the more I felt something was wrong. He was wearing a dark brown woolen coat and a white shirt with a lapel underneath. He was wearing something similar to jodhpurs and a pair of short furry leather boots. His face was quite fair without a beard, and his nose was indeed straight.
Big, wearing a three-tile cotton hat, with a nondescript Sino-Soviet style.
"Ah! Comrade Davari!"
Zhou Wenzhong ran over excitedly with small steps. He opened his arms and was about to give a big hug when he was stopped by the two people around him. Even the eyes he looked at Zhou Wenzhong were full of vigilance.
The Soviet comrade shrugged and smiled at Zhou Wenzhong.
"What are you doing? Stand back."
As he spoke, he was about to pull Zhou Wenzhong aside, but the Soviet comrade quickly stopped this action. At the same time, he extended his right hand to Zhou Wenzhong.
Zhou Wenzhong quickly stepped forward and held it with both hands. Seeing this action, the two people just now put their hands in their arms and made a warning gesture.
"We are friends!"
Zhou Wenzhong patted his chest and made an introduction: "Zhou Genev Vonnstlovsky."
"Hahaha... Sokolov."
"Okay, okay. Let go now."
Zhou Wenzhong released Sokolov's right hand and raised his left hand to signal the Soviet comrades to play a writing game.
"No."
"Who is it! How did you teach Chinese like this? There is a local accent. It doesn't matter if you don't like writing, I will perform a trick for you? Chinese magic is now classified as a sport. Do you understand sports?"
The Soviet comrade raised his eyebrows and said, "Sports."
"Yeah, sports."
Zhou Wenzhong reached into his arms, scolded one of his comrades just now, and raised his arm towards Zhou Wenzhong with an unkind expression, most likely ready to pull the trigger hidden in his sleeve at any time.
Zhou Wenzhong took out a small ceramic wine glass from his arms, lifted up the sleeves of his hands, revealing his white wrists and forearms, and walked to Sokolov to signal.
With a series of words and gestures, the Soviet comrade finally understood what Zhou Wenzhong wanted to express, and put his right hand on the rim of the cup to cover it.
Zhou Wenzhong moved the five fingers of his right hand, touched the small wine glass lightly with his index finger, then stepped back and stood up, while raising his chin towards Sokolov.
"Um?"
Mokosov let go of his right hand and saw slightly brown white wine appearing in the glass. Before the shock in his eyes ended, a fellow traveler snatched the glass away and handed it to Zhou Wenzhong.
"Hey, let's toast the Soviet Union with a glass of wine and thank Big Brother for his selfless assistance to us."
Zhou Wenzhong picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, then pointed the rim of the glass at Mokolov.
"Oh! Amazing."
"You didn't see it clearly just now, do you want to do it again?"
Without waiting for Mokolov to refuse, Zhou Wenzhong put the wine glass into his hand again. After touching his fingers again, he took a step back and stood up again.
This time, Comrade Mokolov gained experience and raised his palm directly. There was still a touch of yellowish brown in the wine glass.
The person guarding the safety of the Soviet comrades said coldly to Zhou Wenzhong: "It's better you drink."
"no problem!"
Zhou Wenzhong drank it all in one gulp again.
"We are friends."
Mokolov nodded and took a step forward, wanting to further discuss the magic process with Zhou Wenzhong, but was stopped by the two people around him, who shook their heads at him.
Zhou Wenzhong said: "Let's meet again if we have the chance. I wish you a happy New Year!"
Mokolov smiled and said: "Comrade."
Under the protection of two of our comrades, Mokolov left the stall. Zhou Wenzhong did not get any information about him, so he could only console himself with a few words: "That's right, these assistance engineers are more valuable than gold pimples."
.There can’t be any potential danger. On the surface, there are two people protecting me. I guess there are comrades in the crowd doing protection work. If I had made some kind of action just now, I would have fallen to the gunpoint."
Turning around to look at the people playing the game, he found that everyone was looking at him.
"Why are you all looking at me? Are there flowers on my face?"
"I think you can just do magic. It's more interesting than the Three Immortals Returning to the Cave."
"Yes, we are not allowed to touch anything that turns into a goldfish in someone else's basin. You take out the small wine cup and I will cover it for you."
"Everyone, please stop making fun of me. Do you still want to play? If not, I will close the stall and go home."
"Look, it doesn't make sense to say this."
Zhou Wenzhong didn't answer, but ran straight to the donation box and reached in to grab it.
"I have about 80 cents. It seems that most of the people are kind-hearted. It's almost time."
He put the money back in the box and walked to Ma Erbao, took out his watch from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Go ahead."
"Brother Zhong, have you thought clearly?"
"Go as you are told, and remember to take good care of my old noodle."
"Eh."
Ma Erbao put his watch into his trouser pocket, separated from the crowd of onlookers and ran out.
"Everyone, don't be idle. There are still 4 steamed buns left. Work harder."
After Zhou Wenzhong finished speaking, he lit a cigarette and smoked it.
Do these people still want to win steamed buns? After writing their names 20 times, they will have a sense of doubt. The more they write, the more they feel something is wrong. The more they write, the more they feel that they do not know the characters.
"Everyone give way! Everyone give way!"
A middle-aged man wearing a blue cotton coat separated from the crowd and walked towards him. The coat button at the neck was unbuttoned, revealing the white uniform inside the coat, with two big red collar badges that were very conspicuous. He was wearing navy blue on his lower body.
pants and a pair of black cotton shoes.
Ma Erbao pointed at Zhou Wenzhong and said: "Comrade Public Security, I will report him for fraud!"
Zhou Wenzhong defended loudly: "I didn't lie to anyone. Everyone here is watching. Who did I lie to?"
"Comrade public security officer, don't look at the charity donation written on his carton. Who actually gives the money to? Who knows. You have to check him carefully. It is our responsibility to find out the bad guys hidden among the masses. I
I work at Erliang Station, and you can come to me at any time to investigate the situation."
"Well, I remember you. I will investigate the specific matter clearly."
"Don't bother me! I'm not cheating anyone, I'm just setting up a stall to play a game."
"Haha, this game is really interesting. You are in a new society and you still dare to play with money in public! Come with me. Don't force me to do it because it's Chinese New Year. Hurry up!"
"No, I really didn't lie to anyone. Please ask me who did I lie to?"
"How many more times do you want me to say this? Come here."
Zhou Wenzhong walked up to the police comrade, raised his fists and put on the handcuffs obediently. He stood by the table and waited patiently, waiting for him to sort out all the physical evidence.
"Let's go."
Zhou Wenzhong was pushed and turned to look at Ma Erbao and winked. Ma Erbao nodded in response without leaving any trace.