Xie Huan:"... You don't sell anything, so what's the use of me picking it up?"
Pei Tingyun smiled but said nothing.
Live broadcast room barrage:
[Youngest This is absolutely perfect, just showing off!]
[Suitcase: OK, OK, you show off, you are noble!]
[So sweet, so sweet! My aunt was laughing the whole time, hahahahaha]
In the end, Pei Tingyun and Xie Huan, which were out of stock, had no choice but to perform at zero cost.
It is said that there are two people, but in fact, only Pei Tingyun can do the business of performing arts.
Let Xie Huan sing, and the tune can go to the sixth uncle's house.
Let Xie Huan dance and you will feel like a dancing master.
Xie Huan The only talent that can be used is the suona.
But he hasn't brought the suona yet.
Jiang Che was bragging about it on the day he pulled the certificate. It was a tourist souvenir borrowed from a foreign friend.
"How about I set up a stall to sell stir-fried vegetables?" Xie Huan suggested.
Pei Tingyun feels like his head is shaking like a rattle:
"No, it's not possible. Food control here is very strict. Without relevant documents, you can't just set up a stall and sell stir-fried vegetables."
Xie Huan looked troubled. "What should I do? I don't know anything."
Pei Tingyun immediately retorted, "Who said you can't do anything?"
Xie Huan is confused. "What else can I do? Why don't I know?"
Pei Tingyun stretched out his hand and gave him a small heart sign. "You will love me! Chew Mi!"
Xie Huan:"..."
Live broadcast room barrage:
[I can't help anymore, Youngest started to flow again]
[Big brother: Wuyu fucking opened the door for Wuyu - Wuyu is home]
[Dear, I suggest you sell the candy directly. CP fans will definitely pay for it!]
Xie Huan feels that it is impossible to get any reliable answer by asking Pei Tingyun.
So you have to think for yourself.
Xie Huan thought for a long time, clapped his hands, and finally had an idea.
Pei Tingyun asked him what he wanted to sell, but Xie Huanhuan kept to him and refused to tell him.
Pei Tingyun only saw a stack of red paper that Xie Huan asked from the director team.
Why do you need red paper?
Writing calligraphy?
But there are no writing brushes here.
It wasn't until everyone arrived at the market that Pei Tingyun finally understood what Xie Huan was going to sell.
I saw Xie Huan take out the scissors.
I picked up another piece of red paper and folded it a few times.
I didn't even draw the pattern, I just started cutting it.
After a while, Xie Huan unfolded the cut red paper, and a beautiful window grille was born.
Everyone looked on with admiration and surprise on their faces.
In Pei Tingyun's mind, the sentence rang again:
Huanhuan, how many surprises do you have that I don't know about?
Live broadcast room barrage:
[Huanhuan, how many surprises are you hiding in your body?]
[From this moment on, Treasure Boy has a face!]
[I really feel that my eldest brother can do everything except English, dancing and singing!]
Xie Huan's paper-cutting booth has just been set up, and it attracted many foreigners to watch.
Xie Huan put the window grille on the folding table and took a brick to hold it down to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.
Then he picked up another piece of red paper, folded it twice, and continued cutting.
The moment a new window grille unfolded in the wind, the crowd of onlookers let out a short gasp.
The lines on the red paper are fine and even, and the outlines of snowflakes are released from the folded paper.
A foreign woman holding a child next to her leaned forward and looked at Xie Huan with eyes full of curiosity.
Xie Huan raised the corners of his mouth proudly, and kept cutting one piece after another.
Each window grille has a different pattern, including animals and plants, all of different kinds, and each one is lifelike.
At this time, Pei Tingyun no longer plans to perform.
He wants to be his wife's assistant!
He stood next to Xie Huan and arranged the several window grilles that Xie Huan had just cut on the edge of the folding table.
Display them like exhibits so that they can be seen by everyone passing by.
The first customer came quickly.
It's the foreign woman holding the child.
She pointed to the snowflake cutout and asked in English: "How much does this cost?"
Xie Huan didn't understand, so Pei Tingyun took full responsibility for the sales work.
Pei Tingyun introduced the use of window grilles to customers, and also introduced the intangible cultural heritage skill of paper-cutting.
Finally, I praised Xie Huan who was still busy cutting paper.
Make it as if Xie Huan is a master in this field.
The foreign woman listened very seriously, took out her change and bought two with a smile.
Pei Tingyun didn't know in advance that Xie Huan was going to sell window grilles, so he didn't prepare any packaging.
I just handed the window grille over.
The woman was not picky, she just took the window grill and left.
As he walked, he held the window grilles to amuse the child in his arms.
After seeing off the first customer, Pei Tingyun saw a framed decorative painting placed on Gu Lin's stall.
So an idea struck me, and I asked Tang Keni to borrow money from the director on the spot to buy a picture frame as big as red paper.
Yao Xuan takes the initiative to go with Tang Keni.
Gu Lin had no choice but to be speechless and helpless, and took his dog to help them look after the stalls.
Yao Xuan and Tang Keni worked very quickly, and soon they came back with a large bag of picture frames.
Pei Tingyun took the picture frame and framed the window flowers cut by Xie Huan.
A piece of paper suddenly turned into an exquisite decorative painting.
Tang Keni sighed, "Oh my God! I instantly became taller after doing this!"
Yao Xuan: "Don't sell this too cheap, otherwise you won't be able to make back the money from the frame."
Pei Tingyun said with confidence, "You all just keep your heart in your belt, and you'll definitely make a profit!"
The price of window grilles with picture frames has indeed increased, but sales are not high.
Most of them are bought by fans who come here because of their reputation.
The frameless model with a lower price next to it is obviously more popular with the locals.
Pei Tingyun When Xie Huan sees a kitten passing by, he can cut it out on the spot.
Then I had another idea and asked Xie Huan: "Huanhuan, can you cut a portrait?"
Xie Huan said without raising his head, "Yes."
Pei Tingyun suggested. "In that case, next you will specialize in cutting portraits, just like those who specialize in painting portraits on the street."
Xie Huan understood it immediately and said it was no problem.
Pei Tingyun volunteered to be his first portrait paper-cut model.
Pei Tingyun was ready, but Xie Huan said no need.
Pei Tingyun felt aggrieved. "Brother, am I not your favorite puppy?"
Erha, who was originally lying obediently next to the stall next door, heard this sentence and his ears pricked up.
Inside the big head, there are big question marks--
What's going on?
Isn't it me the puppy?
Gu Lin support amount.
No eyes to see, no eyes to see.
Is this still the cool top guy I know?
If he hadn't witnessed his changes along the way, Gu Lin would have suspected that Pei Tingyun had been taken away from him.
When Yao Xuan heard this, he turned to look at Tang Keni who had a bruised face. "Come on, call me brother and listen."
Tang Keni, while busy making candy, rolled his eyes at him and left a sincere comment. "I'm sick!"
As for Xie Huan's reaction...