After half a day.
The Romantic Team's quartet had finished their brief street performance career.
The four gathered together, "Come on, let's see how much money we made today."
On the bench beside the wishing well, they either squatted or stood, counting the bills and coins from their hats one by one.
The camera focused on them—
The usually pampered and glamorous celebrities were squatting on the ground, counting money like anyone who had once been driven by life...
Cautiously and with serious expressions.
Tang Jing's mind was the quickest, and he reported first, "185 euros."
His hip-hop and street dance performances were not uncommon on the streets of Paris, earning him not too much money, but his youthful eyes radiated an indescribable sense of fulfillment.
Jiang Xing'er looked up, "377 euros."
She had not sung many songs, but a romantic French gentleman had been very generous, giving her 200 euros at once and asking if Jiang Xing'er wanted to sign with his music agency.
