Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1961 The Funny Younger Brother and His Beautiful Partner

Besides the mother and daughter, we also met another unforgettable person along the way: a young man and a little girl. They both looked quite young, but their faces suggested good fortune and wealth. We traveled together, and it felt like a connection had been formed. The boy smiled slightly and said, "We're here hoping for some kind of destiny. We don't have any grand ambitions, just wanting to prolong our lives and see what the world will be like in the future. We're both starting from scratch. You can call me 'Funny Brother,' and this is my beautiful partner." "Funny Brother and Beautiful Partner"—both phrases were quite novel, and I was a little taken aback after hearing them. Ran Kailang, having just grasped the meaning, realized this boy was naturally funny, hence the nickname "Funny Brother." However, Funny Brother shook his head and said, "The reason I'm called Funny Brother isn't because I'm particularly funny. I used to be a young man, not very talkative. I come from a rural area. By the way, look at me, how old do I look? Don't use fortune-telling methods, that won't be accurate, just look at my appearance." I looked at him, pondering for a moment. These days, wealthy people can significantly alter their appearance; many over fifty can make themselves look eighteen or nineteen. Judging solely from appearance, he'd be in his early twenties. After I finished speaking, Funny Brother smiled and said, "Sister, what you said is indeed similar to what most people say. I look like I'm in my early twenties, but I've actually lived for over eighty years. My face has transformed from what I looked like at sixty." Hearing this, I was stunned. Could such a transformation be possible? It must have cost a lot of money. He also said that he had invested all his life savings and fortune in developing foreign trade and improving his physical fitness. He explained that he was labeled a comedian because of his exaggerated appearance. I initially thought comedy meant skits and crosstalk, and didn't think it could go that far. But after this comedian finished telling his story, I realized how miserable his early life had been. The story goes back decades, when he was young, a child from the countryside who came to the city full of boundless energy. He wanted to do manual labor, but after many setbacks, no one dared to hire him. To work, you needed at least someone to vouch for you; without someone to vouch for you... If I wanted a guarantor, I was afraid they would scam me and run away, stealing things and leaving me nowhere to turn. Since I had no one to vouch for me, I had to sell things on the street by myself. Then I ran into the city management officers, and could only find a low-paying job on the street. I tried it for a while, but as a beggar, I was just asking for money and was quickly reported to the police and arrested for a period. When I got out, I was completely different. I realized that begging wouldn't work, so I decided to learn something real. I started practicing my skills diligently and finally found a job that suited my status: street performing. Before, I sold roses on the street, but I was scammed. Someone said that a local thug was watching me. If someone dared to do anything on a busy street, the locals would be up early to bother them. Someone asked why he couldn't work elsewhere, and he frankly replied, "I'd love to work somewhere else, where the customer traffic isn't as high. Think about the year I was born, and the year I came to the city to work—it wasn't like this at all. Back then, people didn't have that much money in their pockets, and selling things was difficult. Besides having someone to vouch for you, you needed to know a few gangsters. I wasn't good with words back then, so I couldn't say anything convincing and just made people laugh. Before long, I not only became a street performer but also..." "I've become a tool for everyone to exploit and entertain. Let me preface this by mentioning my past failures. When I couldn't sell anything, I thought about performing crosstalk. But crosstalk is all done in teahouses, in the dead of winter or the sweltering summer; nobody wants to listen outside. Storytelling is done in nicer teahouses or restaurants. I had even less of a voice. The key is, people don't care about your words, they care about the person. Even if you're not that good, having a reliable teacher is enough." Tian Yiming nodded: "I know that. Those people from Tianqiao in the early days, they only rose to prominence later. Years ago, those people from Tianqiao weren't treated well in teahouses. Things changed later."