The customers at the next table who were originally looking at the joke were all shocked. After being quiet for a few seconds, the whole audience burst into applause!
"My little brother is a professional magician, right? I think he's good enough to attend the Spring Festival Gala!"
"Little brother, it's not worth it to bother the Soy Sauce God for a plate of stew. You have to order some gold, diamonds or something!"
"It's so exciting! One more! One more!"
Although Chinese people always talk about gods and ghosts, in fact most of them are atheists. Therefore, their perception of magic is not like that of foreigners who think it is "too magical, it is simply a miracle". On the contrary,
Believe that you must have been deceived, and then spare no effort to try to expose the scam.
Because of this peculiar custom, magic is not very popular in China. Most folk magicians can only perform on small stages such as nightclubs or wedding celebrations, and the audience is also quite limited.
Most of the people present had only the concept of magic in the Spring Festival Gala in recent years, such as changing cards into coins. Moreover, after the incident, some good people revealed the secrets without restraint, and the magic that I thought was amazing suddenly disappeared.
Became boring.
But in front of them, Li Mengnan's street magic, which was based on local materials and had no special props or shilling, completely subverted their concept of magic.
The traceless authenticity is the charm of street magic, which is far beyond the reach of stage magic that requires a large number of special props and cannot be viewed up close.
After all, Wu Ansu had known for a long time that Li Mengnan was up to many tricks. Although he was a little surprised, he was not as excited as others around him.
But after a moment, a woman's unique intuition suddenly made her realize that something seemed wrong, and she quickly lowered her head to look at the table in front of her.
The plate was empty - the guy had indeed stolen her share!
"Li Mengnan! Do you want to die?"
Looking at Li Mengnan, who was stuffing his cheeks like a gluttonous hamster and hurriedly destroying the "evidence", Wu Ansu was really ashamed and angry. Apart from her parents, even the few boyfriends she had been with since childhood.
I didn't do something as ambiguous as eating a plate of food, but I didn't expect that this bastard took advantage of me.
This first time, which was supposed to be a blushing and heart-pounding moment, was completely ruined. Wu Ansu chopped Li Mengnan's heart out on the spot.
"Officer Wu, don't be so stingy...How about I give it back to you?"
"Go away! Don't disgust me!"
Wu Ansu couldn't help but press her throbbing temples. She was sure that as long as she nodded, this Li Mengnan would definitely spit out the stewed dumplings that he had just eaten intact... Others dare not say, but this Li Mengnan would definitely do it.
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After a while, I saw that Li Mengnan had no intention of performing anymore, and the surrounding customers stopped making noises, and returned to their seats one after another to continue eating.
"Li Mengnan, how did you do that magic trick just now?"
The more Wu Ansu thought about it, the more incredible he found it. Even though he was right opposite Li Mengnan, he couldn't see any flaws at all. The plate of stew seemed to come out directly from the plate.
"Jugglers will not reveal the secrets of tricks to the audience. This is the principle - unless you are also a magician." Li Mengnan played with the soy sauce pot boredly, as if the ordinary plastic soy sauce pot worth two yuan a piece was really a treasure.
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"Then when did you steal my plate?" Wu Ansu simply changed the question.
"The first time the spell failed." Li Mengnan didn't keep it secret this time. After all, this was not a key technique. "But I only took away the stew and didn't touch your plate."
Wu Ansu seemed to understand a little bit, but seemed even more confused.
"Don't waste your limited brain cells. If magic tricks were so easy for laymen like you to see through, magicians wouldn't be able to pass on the magic as they are now..." Li Mengnan put down the soy sauce pot, burped comfortably, and put his hands on his head.
Then he stretched his body and said casually: "The braised noodles at this stall must be the most authentic ones here, right? I think the other braised rice vendors around here are not as good as this one..."
"That's not true... we are all just trying our best to help." Wu Ansu sighed softly, looking at the middle-aged woman next to the food stall with a bit of sympathy.
"This stall owner has two daughters in his family. About a year ago, the younger daughter who just entered junior high school was diagnosed with uremia and needs to rely on regular hemodialysis to maintain her life. In order to collect the monthly dialysis fee and the huge amount of money for the younger daughter,
To pay for the kidney transplant, she resigned from her original position in a government agency and opened this food stall in the square night market..."
Li Mengnan couldn't help but be in awe. How many people are trying to get into government agencies these days, even taking exams for several years to get this "golden job" that will never be unemployed. This stall owner's move to resign to save his daughter is definitely worthy of admiration.
"Great motherly love, isn't it? And you definitely wouldn't have thought that her two daughters are not her biological children, but the children of her remarried partner..."
Wu Ansu's sigh made Li Mengnan fall into silence. After a moment, he suddenly asked: "For her situation... don't you have any rescue measures?"
The civil affairs department is responsible for such kind of difficult relief, but Wu Ansu also knows that in the eyes of ordinary people, the police who deal with them the most are more representative of the national government, so he did not explain much, just shook his head and said: "We can do everything we can."
We did it, and we paid for her little daughter's medical insurance, applied for assistance from the Red Cross, and even made several donations for her... But in the face of the almost astronomical treatment costs, it was a drop in the bucket."
“What about the news media?”
"We have also contacted the local TV station, but there are too many people like her in need of help. The TV station can only report one report a week. They will arrange interviews as appropriate, but the time cannot be determined."
It is indeed understandable for the TV station to do this. After all, they are not a specialized rescue organization, and it is impossible to broadcast this type of interview as a main program.
And in order to achieve the best fundraising effect, this kind of help information must have a sufficient buffer time. If there is one or even several help recipients a day, donations that are too scattered will not have the desired rescue effect.
Li Mengnan closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly stood up and picked up a small, faded light-colored floral tablecloth from a pile of garbage thrown by an unknown person in the corner of the alley. He casually tore off a two-foot-square piece and lifted it up.
He walked back with his hands dazed.
"Police Officer Wu, I'm asking you this time, don't argue with me!"
"What are you going to do again?"
As soon as Wu Ansu saw Li Mengnan's seemingly bright smile, she knew that he must be thinking of some weird idea again, but she was too lazy to guess. After all, a normal person could never understand the world of a mental patient.
Wu Ansu has become more and more convinced that Li Mengnan is telling the truth when he says that he is a mental patient.