Although I couldn't find the circus at the old site, fortunately, the hired coachman was a person who liked watching "shows". He was especially familiar with the Thunderbolt Pig and even answered the question for Victor about the performance on the bad poster.
Route.
In fact, this poster was made a long time ago. After the Perak Little Pig moved away from here, it no longer continued to follow the original route.
"What a pity! Their ticket prices have increased, and their performance locations are gradually moving closer to the city center, probably because their boss passed away."
Hearing this, Victor's heart moved.
It can be known from the files in the inner data room that the owner of the circus is their fortune teller, a man named Joseph Bode, and Victor's target is him.
If he is already dead, wouldn’t it be in line with Victor’s wishes?
"If you can send me to their performance address immediately, I can give you an additional 30 cents."
Upon hearing this, the coachman's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to urge Victor to get in the car.
Twenty minutes later, the coachman sent Victor to an alley with an unknown name not far from Baiyin Road.
At the end of the branch road, there is an open space surrounded by several buildings. A high-barrier fence has been erected in the center. People flocked to it and blocked the remaining entrance.
There is a bunny girl with heavy makeup and a low-cut waistband standing at the door. She is holding a large promotional display board in her hand and greets the guests with a smile. Next to her is a payment box.
"Here we are, this is the Red Lion Square, the performance address occupied by the circus."
As soon as Victor got out of the car, he could hear warm cheers coming from inside.
"Isn't it said that there are several circuses in Renekton? The citizens must be tired of watching circus performances. I didn't expect their business to be so good."
Victor handed the fare to the coachman, who took the money with a smile and said to Victor: "But most of them can only perform outside the city center. Only Perak Little Pig can set up a stage in such a prosperous area."<
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"Why?" Victor was a little curious.
From the path on the poster, we can know that in the past, the Thunderbolt Pig could only perform in areas other than Baker Street. But why were these people able to enter the core economic area of Renekton after the fortune teller died? p>
"Maybe their new boss knows how to deal with the government."
The coachman responded simply, and then stood upright next to the carriage.
"Sir, do you need me to wait for you to come out?"
Victor nodded and walked straight towards the bunny girl.
"Fifty cents, sir..."
The bunny girl puffed up her chest and said to Victor coquettishly.
Victor was disgusted with this kind of pretentious posturing. He took out the money and stuffed it into the box, then strode in.
"Haha... 50 French cents, the land price really determines consumption."
Sailors and dockworkers in Saigon can only earn no more than 90 faraka per year. A female servant like Permis hired from a domestic company only earns 80 faraka, which means her daily income is less than 25 faraka. Expenditures on food and catering vary from class to class, but if you want to be full for a meal, the price in Renekton will generally not be less than 5 French cents.
It can be seen that this ticket to the circus performance has persuaded the poor people in the slums to leave.
Victor walked through the crowd, and a ridiculous red-nosed clown next to him was serving drinks to the audience one by one, which was very simple lemonade.
The set stage was already full of people, and it was all equipped with cushioned tables and chairs. Those who could sit there were considered rich, because it could be seen from their dress that they were better off than those standing and watching.
Much more luxurious.
There are circus employees watching next to it. Probably, if guests want to sit there and watch the show, they have to pay separately.
The actor on the stage is directing an Indian lion to jump through the scorching fire hoop.
"Well... there's something about it. The Yindong lion is not easy to tame."
Victor was slightly surprised and clapped along with the audience.
At this time, the clown delivering drinks passed by Victor and motioned to him for the lemonade on the plate.
"Eight French cents, sir."
When the other party spoke to him, Victor frowned. It turned out that drinks were also charged separately.
This made Victor feel uncomfortable, but he was not here to quarrel, so he grabbed the conversation and asked: "What other performances does your performance group have?"
"The lion rolls, the bridge slides, the chicken rolls the ball, the upside-down monkey..."
The other party reported to Victor the items that would be performed next on the stage. He was very bored. Victor continued to grab the conversation and asked: "Is there any divination?"
"Of course sir, there are balloons, frisbees, lassoes..." Halfway through, the clown suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Oh! I remembered. Unfortunately sir, there are no divination projects today."<
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The clown's head tilted towards the pile of tents behind the performance stage.
Programs like fortune-telling must be conducted in private at a separate fee, and tourist interactions such as Frisbee and balloon play also require separate venues, definitely not the performance stage in front of you.
"Is it over there? Why can't you do divination today? Isn't your fortune teller very effective? I want to find him."
"That's in the past, sir..."
The clown nodded slightly.
"Our old fortune teller has passed away a long time ago, and the project was suspended for a while. A new fortune teller was recently invited."
"However, this newcomer had some conflicts with our boss this morning, and I'm afraid he won't be able to spare time to serve the guests."
After listening to the other party's explanation, Victor pretended to show a look of pity.
"It's such a pity. I miss your past performances on the Gilded Avenue, which were very exciting. I didn't expect that after changing the boss, you would be able to perform in such a prosperous area. The new employer must be
A wise and wealthy man, right?"
After hearing this, the clown smiled heartily: "Ah~! It seems that you are our regular customer, but our new employer is not an outsider, but the nephew of the old fortune teller."
"Oh?"
After getting this information, Victor looked calm on the surface and said casually: "Then I have to meet your new boss, you know? It was because of the prediction made by the old fortune teller in the past that I earned
A small amount of money has made my life a lot richer now. I originally wanted to thank him specially, but he is no longer here... In this case, I want to meet his relatives."
Making up lies has become a skill that Victor is good at, and he is getting better and better.
Not only that, he also deliberately used a cliche technique in his conversation with the clown.
He did not directly ask the other party for the clues he wanted. After all, without a legitimate reason, it would easily arouse the other party's resentment or even rejection.
So, he first tried to get close to the circus, proving that he was a regular customer of the circus, lowering the clown's psychological defense, and talking to him from the side.
When he learned that his current boss was the nephew of the old fortune teller, he escalated this lie and used the excuse of repaying his kindness to perfect his motives.
"What a coincidence, sir, the animal trainer you see now is him."
The clown smiled and showed his white teeth, asking Victor to look at the stage.
The animal trainer had a slightly bulging beer belly, and the skin under his bare arms was yellow and extremely greasy from sweat.
He raised his whip and kept slapping the side of the Yindong lion to intimidate him. His mustache was raised high and roars came from his throat from time to time.
In less than five seconds, the Yindong lion finally jumped up reluctantly and passed through the flaming iron ring.