The clown shrugged and spread his hands in a nonchalant gesture. Even without audience rewards, he still held the piano in his left hand, his other hand drawing an arc to rest on his left waist, and his waist bent forward to bow.
He muttered to himself in a self-deprecating tone. "Looks like it's going to be another full day of earnings..."
Just then, a silver coin was tossed onto the cloth bag, and the clown's pitch suddenly rose, not ingratiating but with a kind of manic feeling.
"Thank you very much~"
"I didn't expect to find such a skilled musician on the street. At first, I thought people were just spreading rumors."
At this moment, the tipper walked over from among the dispersing crowd, and from the voice alone, it could be felt he was no ordinary person.
Sure enough, when the clown picked up the silver coin and looked up, there was a well-dressed young man, his demeanor unmistakably noble.
