Qin Feng felt Isabella's gaze fixed and immediately looked over there.
It was a small performance stall. There was only one person dressed as a clown. There were fire sticks, orange balls and other objects in front of him. He was currently performing a performance of throwing balls. The number had increased from four to five.
Soon, the number increased from five to six, and then to seven.
I saw the clown's two hands mechanically holding the ball and throwing it up, moving faster and faster.
Although this is just a skill that practice makes perfect, it still attracted the attention of many customers. Even other performers in the nightclub couldn't help but applaud and cheer for him.
Mr. Qin frowned and looked at it for a while, then said, "I don't see anything special. Shasha, are you doubting him?"
"Have you ever felt that the paint on this clown's face is not quite right, making his smile look stiff?" Isabella said.
Qin Feng looked at it intently for a while and said, "Don't all clowns smile like this? When you say stiff, do you mean that he first put a layer of stuff on his face and then painted it with oil paint? Is that so? ."
The beautiful instructor nodded: "Since you are a clown, why should you care so much about your face? This is to avoid causing others to speculate. After all, most of the people who can perform here are familiar with each other."
He thinks this makes sense, but the items that the clown is performing at this time are definitely not something that can be mastered in a day or two. He has never heard of Ma Zhifei having such ability.
To be on the safe side, it would be better to ask Mr. Wei.
He winked at the beautiful instructor, then walked to a quiet place where no one was around, and dialed the old man's phone: "Hey, I'm Xiaofeng. I'm in a certain country in Southeast Asia right now. That's it. There's something going on. I need to ask you, how are your skills with the surname Ma?"
The old man on the other end of the phone was a little surprised and said: "Didn't I tell you? His skills are at best comparable to those of an ordinary special forces soldier. You have to know that Ma is quite old. Even if he can fight, what can he do? He usually claims that in order to avoid getting Parkinson's disease or Alzheimer's disease when he is older, he often practices with gadgets, such as throwing oranges. It is said that he can throw more than six oranges with both hands at the same time, and he is guaranteed not to drop them for a long time. Landing on the ground... beep..."
The old man was talking enthusiastically when he heard the busy signal. He laughed and cursed: "This brat dared to hang up on me without saying hello. His temper is getting worse and worse."
Qin Feng walked to Isabella again and nodded to him without speaking.
The beautiful instructor understood what he meant and nodded.
The two of them each picked up their drinks and walked towards the clown. At this time, there were eight balls in front of him, which won the applause of more guests.
Young Master Qin decided to be a villain for once and suddenly made a face towards the clown.
The clown didn't show any panic, he just glanced at Ji Di a few more times, but the smile on his face didn't change at all.
"That's great." Qin Feng praised loudly in Chinese, and like a rich man, he took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and waved them in front of the clown.
The clown quickly put the balls back into the basket behind the table one by one, stretched out his hands and said with a smile in local dialect: "Thank you."
A few hundred dollars is considered a large reward here, and most customers only give a few symbolic dollars.
"What did you say?" Qin Feng pretended not to understand, and even shamelessly pulled his hand back, saying with a smile: "If you can't say something that I can understand, I won't give you the money." You are."
The clown looked anxious, but he patted his forehead with his hand, opened his mouth and said in a jerky tone: "Thank you~"
"Haha, let me just say, Chinese is the world's language, how can someone not speak it?" He patted the money on the clown's hand like a rich man, put his arm around Isabella's waist, and headed towards another performance point. Go.
After walking for a while, the beautiful instructor asked: "How are you doing? Are you sure?"
"I'm 90% sure that the guy's surname is Ma." He said with a smile: "Although the guy tried his best to hide it and said the word 'thank you' very irregularly, I could tell that he was Deliberately, although the pronunciation was inaccurate, his mouth shape and pronunciation method were both correct."
"Then let's keep an eye on him and wait until he leaves here to take action." The beautiful instructor said with her little fists clenched.
"Um."
Perhaps because of the large reward, the clown became the envy of other performers.
The clown himself, with excitement that could not be concealed on his face, quickly came to a female actor and quietly stuffed a hundred-dollar bill into her bra.
The actress's job is to perform erotic dances and also engage in the sex business. As long as the price offered by the client is right, she will be very willing to do it.
The actress rolled her eyes at the clown, but for the sake of money, she still took the clown's arm, and the two of them walked toward the backstage together.
"I guess, we reached an agreement so quickly." Mr. Qin said it was incomprehensible. It can be seen that both of them are veterans at this, so there is no need to say anything more.
Isabella stood up and said: "I will be responsible for tracking. You go to the back door and wait. If it is really Ma, he will never choose to make do with her backstage. He will definitely take the woman to the nearest hotel."
"clear."
As expected, the clown rejected the woman's suggestion to "solve it" on the spot, because for a woman, it would be better to do it somewhere else, and it would be better to go out and pick up customers after the work is done.
Although she was a little unhappy, she still walked out of the backstage with the clown, who was now a guest.
A clown with a painted face and a scantily clad woman. The combination of the two did not arouse too much surprise from passers-by.
They quickly opened the room and took the elevator up together.
As soon as he entered the room, the clown couldn't wait to untie his belt, take off his underwear and ask the woman to perform ventriloquism.
The woman pretended to be pretentious, and after a while she knelt down on the ground and began to serve the clown.
The clown closed his eyes comfortably. After a few minutes, he suddenly hugged the woman's head and his body convulsed.
The woman was caught off guard, shaking her head and coughing.
Young Master Qin, who was hiding outside the window, shook his head and said to himself: "You have such little ability, but you are so interested in women, and you didn't last for three minutes. It's just too weak."
In the room, the woman was about to get up and leave, but the clown stopped her and pointed to the big bed next to her, meaning to do it again.
Of course the woman didn't want to, so the clown could only take out another dollar bill and stuff it into her bra.
Young Master Qin said that he couldn't understand it. He was so vain and wanted to score twice. He thought too highly of himself. Aren't you afraid that you will die if you lose all your energy?