Chapter 532 The Clown War (Part 1)
"Borrowed, borrowed, borrowed!"
In the lively venue, a man with a solid figure walked through the crowd with a steaming pot.
His high-profile shouts and the aroma of the food in the pot easily attracted everyone's attention along the way.
Soon, dozens of people were caught by his operation and arrived at a food stall.
This snack stall is naturally set up by the circus, and the one who is responsible for "superating the pot and draining the traffic" is the British chef in the group.
Since this guy didn't need to participate in the performance, and the security staff in the troupe were quite wealthy and not inferior to him, Sun Huang came up with another idea - let the British lead the idle people in the troupe to do some "side jobs" before the performance.
The things sold in this "food stall" are, in a word, "fried pre-made dishes".
Some of the readers may have eaten similar things when you were young... At that time, there were many similar stalls on the roadside near primary and secondary schools. The stall owners were usually alone, pushing a small cart, and there was a gas tank on the cart, and then a oil pan was installed on the tank. The oil in the pot was always full, as if it could not be used up. No matter what was fried, it would not be replaced for how long it would take.
Then, depending on the region, the fried items on these stalls also have certain differences. Generally speaking, the small meat skewers of unknown origin are standard, including oil dumplings, squid beards, rice cakes, crispy chicken, etc. I have even seen "fried wonton skins", which are simply a rectangular flour skin of a bun of wontons. They are frying on wooden sticks and fry them, and they still sell well.
In the final analysis, as long as you put enough pepper noodles, cumin powder, sweet noodles sauce, sweet spicy sauce and other heavy-flavored seasonings next to it, then you can fry something casually. After the frying...the customer takes advantage of the heat and wrap the seasonings and eat them all deliciously.
If you still carry a schoolbag, stand with your classmates or squat on the curb to eat, the smell will be corrected.
At present, this circus stall is also taking this route; unlike most European fried dishes at that time, "fried sweet dough (French Bennett cakes, Dutch oil balls, British fried pastries, etc., most of them use dough with processed fruits to fry them into desserts). Sun Huang made fried foods with a salty and fragrant flavor.
As for why it is "pre-made dishes", instead of just frying them with simple ingredients as mentioned above... It is mainly because chili and pepper were expensive and scarce high-end condiments in the local area at that time, and you may not be able to buy them even if you have money, so it is impossible to wrap spices after frying. Sun Huang can only use other methods to increase the flavor during the processing process.
Although this is a bit troublesome and the effect may not be as good as the former, it is novel and delicious enough for the local people. It also provides a brand new marketing method... It is to deliberately let the chef move semi-finished pre-made dishes from the backcourt one pot at a time, and move them one pot after another after selling them... In this venue filled with sweat and horse manure, every time he moves, he can attract a large group of new customers like fishing.
After that night, the income of this stall was almost at the box office of the show, and Koeman, who was hiding in the backstage to settle the score, almost doubled his workload.
By the way, I have to mention it here. Although Kohman is a "domestic lord" who doesn't leave his territory very much, he has been in the upper class in the early years. Therefore, after coming to such a larger town, he rarely comes out to meet people just in case he is recognized by a local noble. If he has to see him... then he has to disguise himself and use the fake name "Code".
Fortunately, no one usually insists on seeing him. After all, there are so many people in this circus, it is not difficult to get through.
Furthermore, judging from the current situation, Koeman was not at all free to show up. Just calculating the accounts was enough for him to work hard.
But by chance, he didn't go out to see others today, and others would come to disturb him...
hiss--
As the curtains around him were pulled open, the "small office" where Koeman was also exposed.
He stopped the pen impatiently, turned his head and stared at the man who opened the curtain: "What are you doing?"
The man was stunned by his question.
"Uh...I..." At this moment, Dumitru, who had already dressed as a clown and stumbling into the backstage, just wanted to find a corner where no one was hidden for a while, and then secretly observe the situation in the backstage from this corner.
But what he didn't expect was that what he thought was very good was that there was already someone in the corner half blocked by the curtain.
Dumitru was startled by Koeman who appeared unexpectedly, but soon he was quick to make a fool of himself and squeezed out: "...I...I'm looking for something."
"What?" Koeman asked again.
Dumitru knew that he had to answer this second question faster, at least faster than answering the first question, otherwise it would be more suspicious than saying nothing: "I...I want to find a...uh...spring fist."
"Are you stuttering?" Coman asked suspiciously.
"Yes...yes..." Dumitru thought about it. He could use the donkey here to explain why he was hesitant in every sentence, and secondly, he could make him deliberately pretend to stutter when asked questions that are difficult to answer. "...I...I...I'm anxious...it's just..."
"Okay, okay..." Koman was too lazy to wait for him to squeeze toothpaste, so he turned sideways, opened a box, searched for a few times, then took out a "spring fist" and handed it to the other party, "Where are you here, take it."
It's a coincidence that the corner where Koman is currently staying is really piled up with some miscellaneous props that he can't use normally... The "stool" sitting under his butt and the "table" used to plaster paper are all prop boxes of different sizes, so it's really reasonable to say that Dumitru is here to find something.
"Thank you... Thank you..." Dumitru was still pretending to stutter when he took the prop.
But Koeman ignored him, just turned around a little, reached out to pull the curtain back, and then threw himself into the work.
Seeing that there was no mistake, Dumitru was relieved and took the one in his hand and said casually, but some props really slipped away.
"Hey? Is there a new clown in the group?" After several minutes after he left, Koman remembered after recording the bill and turning the pages - isn't our group only Sun Huang the two clowns?
But he did not think about "fake and infiltrate". After all, there are still many people in the circus, and he is not familiar with each other. In addition, the other party asked him about the props he wanted, so he took it for granted that today's performance would add a few clowns, and then continued to keep accounts.
on the other hand……
"Hey! I didn't ask you to find a place to hide first..." Dan, who was looking around, happened to see Dumitru's wandering back. He immediately stepped forward and patted the other person's shoulder, pressed his voice, and asked in a stern tone.
But unexpectedly, when the clown who was patted on the shoulder turned his head, Dan found out that he had recognized the wrong person.
The one he photographed was not Dumitru, but the "Scheme Sip" who happened to be wearing almost the same clothes as Dumitru and wigs of the same clown, that is, the brother of the Popescu brothers.
So, the Dan realized that he had recognized the wrong person and quickly put back the second half of his sentence, for fear that the other party would hear something.
As for Sip, he felt very relieved. When he turned around and saw another clown patting his shoulder, he naturally thought that the other party was a circus person, but he just admitted himself wrongly.
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"Ah...sorry, I couldn't find a suitable place for a while." Shipp's first reaction was to follow the other party's words.
"That's it, then... you can't blame me. Just look for it again, and I won't urge you anymore." Dan thought that the other party also regarded him as someone else, so he quickly said politely to the person and wanted to get out.
"Okay, I'll go and have a look." Shipp had a similar mentality, so after saying these two sentences, they quickly dispersed in both directions.
Dan, who had breathed a long breath, turned around and walked not far away, saw a clown again. This time he clearly recognized the other party from the front, Dumitru, and then stepped forward and said, "Hey! It's me, you don't know how dangerous it was just now. I met a clown, and from behind, he looked almost with you... Hey? What is this?"
"Spring fist." Dumitru replied.
"Well..." Dan was also confused now, "I understand you want to take the lead, but what is the point of choosing this thing?"
"I..." Dumitru felt that it was troublesome and embarrassing to explain it, so he simply replied, "I am thinking about it... If I am pushed on stage later, I need to perform a show or something, so I can take a prop to the side."
"Why are you on stage? We were infiltrated, and you are not on the program list. What are you thinking?" Dan said, then walked behind the other party, "Okay, okay, don't move..."
"Ah? What?" Dumitru asked this, feeling itchy behind his back, as if Dan gently stroked his clothes with something on his back.
"I just encountered something that reminded me that we should make a mark behind the clothes that only we know to each other to prevent us from accidentally admitting the wrong person..." When Dan finished this sentence, he had already drawn a fork the size of a palm-sized person behind the other person's clothes, near the heart.
His words also make sense. At that time, the indoor lighting mainly relies on candles and oil lamps, and the brightness is definitely far worse than that of modern electric lamps. The backstage is chaotic and the clown's clothing and makeup are similar. It is easy to recognize the wrong person without knowing how many clowns there are in this circus.
Therefore, Dan picked up a piece of charcoal from the ground and marked Dumitru's back.
After finishing the drawing, Dan asked Dumitru to draw a fork on his back, so that even if they saw each other's back, they could know that they were their own people.
Meanwhile, next to the snack stall.
"Hey! What are you doing?" After walking around and unable to lock in the target, Sip met his younger brother again in the field.
You can probably guess from the location where they met... At this time, Ion was squatting there and picking up skewers.
"Brother, these fried skewers taste really good, do you try them too?" Although Ion had a very cold face and his eyes were quite sharp, in fact, he only looked brave and resourceful... In essence, he was just a reckless man, with a low intelligence, and could even be said to be a little mentally retarded.
"You kid... I'll ask you to search with me separately. You'll be fine, eat... um..." As soon as Shipp's speech started, Ion raised his hand and stuffed a bunch of meat into his mouth, "Hmm? Tsk... This is really good..."
"Haha...Brother, don't worry. It's still a while before we leave the venue. Let's fill our stomachs first." Yi Ang said, while sucking his greasy fingers.
"Well..." Shipp took a few bites of fried skewers and felt better, and his tone slowed down. "Well, I couldn't lock in the target after turning around in the background. I only met a clown who did not match the description (one without eyes and the other without neck)... Oh, by the way, this matter reminded me..."
Chapter completed!