"That's great!" The old man said, then placed his hand to his mouth and blew a whistle, three long and one short.
"Grandpa, your whistle is really good," Sheng Xiaoguang noticed, "Is this part of your magic tricks too?"
"Oh! Do you want to learn it? After I'm done with the magic, I can teach you," the old man said.
The innocent children weren't suspicious of him, squatted down, and watched the old man attentively.
Unbeknownst to them, a van parked at the entrance of the amusement park.
A few men alighted from the van and quietly approached the old man's magic stall.
"Old man, still doing tricks? Do you know what time it is?" one of the men asked, chewing on a cigarette.
"Ah, just trying to make a little money," the old man sighed.
"Isn't that enough? Are you risking your life just to earn some money? Heading back or not? Your legs aren't good, remember? After our delivery, we still need to get you. Let's go!" said the man with the cigarette.
