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Zhou Daiyong made a big mistake.

He underestimated the magic too much and did not know how important the atmosphere the performers deliberately created in such a stage performance is.

Why are the tickets for concerts so expensive? Many people rushed to the scene to listen to the songs they had heard? Why can you watch the live broadcast of football games at home, and the analysis and explanation of the commentator, with the best viewing angle and exciting replay, while the scene of the game was filled with the audience?

This is the importance of appreciating the atmosphere. Li Qiang is born to be a good player in this field. He is also a singer and has accurate stage control. In addition, although his magic is not surprising to describe, the live viewing is extremely shocking, so he quickly grasped the hearts of the audience.

In this way, when the audience is standing from an appreciation perspective, rather than watching the performance for the sake of picking up the tricks, what does it matter if Li Qiang is not performing large-scale magic with strong sound and light effects? "Drinking a big wine" and "playing acrobatics" can also be fascinating. Although he did not invite a beautiful assistant to the stage and lock it in an iron box in half and then show it again, he still received cheers from the audience.

But Zhou Daiyong didn't understand this. He was just a social gangster with a relatively flexible mind. He usually puts usury loans to deal with demolition households, or helps people "deal with things" to earn some labor fees. Although he is smarter, he cannot see through the profoundness of Li Qiang's simple performance.

So when he called Wu Disheng, while narrating the progress of the matter, he did not tell Li Qiang's cleverness. Instead, he complained about the audience's "appreciation level", believing that Wang Yufei could survive until now was not because of the strong ability of this mask magician, but because the audience's vision was too poor!

"Just hold on until now?" Wu Disheng looked up at the wall clock that had passed ten o'clock, and said angrily and smiled: "No, the appreciation level of our people in the mountain city is so poor. They just fooled them all in a juggling?"

"Really, Brother Di!" Zhou Daiyong said with a wry smile: "It's just now that there are still people who have just arrived! Some people think that the performance tonight is exciting, so they called to come and watch the performance."

"When Feng Kun performs in Crystal Palace tomorrow, wouldn't I have to prepare some macaques?" Wu Disheng laughed: "Otherwise, I will definitely not be able to sit down."

"I think this is necessary." Zhou Daiyong agreed flatly, and then asked: "Brother Di, what should I do now?"

Wu Disheng pondered for a moment and asked, "Can you still ruin the performance of Fuhuang tonight?"

Zhou Daiyong smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid it's impossible. Brother Di, listen to the applause. I'm calling you in the corridor farthest from the performance hall. I'm afraid that even if I carry their ears and tell them that this magician is not Feng Kun, they will not pay attention to me!"

At this time, the performance hall of the Fuhuang Nightclub was surrounded by applause and cheers, because Li Qiang was standing in the center of the stage and was performing poker magic. His hands were dazzled, and each move would fly out of nothing. Because the speed was too fast, there seemed to be a group of butterflies flying around him.

"Haha, that kid is quite popular." The development of the matter was so dramatic. Not only did Wu Disheng not get angry, but he felt that the game became more and more interesting: "Then you should concentrate on watching the performance and tell me the detailed process after you come back."

"Then let it go today's plan?" Zhou Daiyong asked.

Wu Disheng smiled contemptuously: "Let them be proud first. Did you have never heard of Dai Yong? The higher you climb, the harder you fall."

...

Unlike the Fuhuang Nightclub where guests are full of guests tonight, the largest nightclub in the mountain city, Crystal Palace, has a light business. Although it is not deserted, the attendance rate has dropped to the lowest level in history.

At this time, the Fuhuang Nightclub is being staged by Li Qiang, the fake magician, and plays the savior of Fuhuang and Wang Yufei. In the Crystal Palace Nightclub, Feng Kun, the real magician who should have been the protagonist of tonight, is living an imperially luxurious nightlife.

Luxury private rooms, psychedelic lighting, real xo-level Martell brandy, enchanting and wild beauties, and Dong-style service that makes men dying of ecstasy…

Feng Kun is twenty-seven years old this year, which is the golden age of the magician in his life. He is 1.70 meters tall. Although he is a little shorter among men, he is more suitable for his magic performance.

There are many magic tricks that turn themselves into disappearing. Of course, the magician did not really "disappear", but hid it with the visual misalignment of props and the audience. At this time, Feng Kun's height of 1.70 meters showed an advantage, and he could hide himself in a smaller space and achieve greater deception effects.

However, although Feng Kun has gained the benefits of his height, he is very dissatisfied with the height of his dwarf head, so all his shoes are specially customized "inner heightening". When he plays with women, he has a special liking for beauties with tall and big models, because this can satisfy his subconscious desire to conquer.

It was precisely because of his hobby that Wu Disheng learned that Feng Kun was going to perform for three days in Fuhuang, and he followed his preferences, selected two nightclubs, packaged and trained, and sent them to him. Feng Kun was originally a hedonistic school with sensuality, and was not a gentleman. How could he resist such temptation with his strong age? He soon became a "year-old friend" and betrayed Fuhuang.

"Mr. Kun, your assistants are all so small, and their legs are just a little short, hey..."

The red-haired beauties snuggled in Feng Kun's arms, feeding him the cherries that had peeled off the pits, while laughing and joking.

Feng Kun smiled and patted her long legs: "You don't understand, the magician's assistant should be short. If you are as tall as you and Yanyan, where can I hide you?"

"You can perform without hiding it. That kind of hypnotic suspension is the most exciting!" the woman said coquettishly.

With such a long body, performing levitation techniques will make you exhausted? Feng Kun was about to speak when his cell phone was on the table rang.

Another beauties standing on the table dancing graceful body stopped, swung the only half of the gauze left on their body, bent down with a smile and picked up their phone, and handed it to Feng Kun.

"How about Mr. Kun, I hope I didn't disturb you?" Wu Disheng's hearty laughter came from the phone: "There is something happening now. Fuhuang didn't know where to find a guy who could do magic, and he also made the guests very happy, and it seemed that he had just gotten away with it. So I'm a little worried about your performance tomorrow."

"What?" Feng Kun glared in surprise and said, "How is this possible? They are preparing for my special performance, and I did not show any attitude of quitting the performance from beginning to end. How could they have other magicians?"

Wu Disheng said: "I am also curious about these questions, but the magician seems to be not old. He always wears a mask that covers his eyes and forehead. Do you think there is anyone you know?"

"What kind of magic is he performing?" Feng Kun asked in a deep thought.

"The first one was to chop the arm with a machete, and then recovered after bleeding. The second one seemed to be drinking. I heard that one table after another drank, and almost had a bucket of water. Later, I also performed fire spitting, turning into playing cards, plastic flowers and ashtrays and other things."

Listening to Wu Disheng's story, Feng Kun's expression gradually became strange. When Wu Disheng finished speaking, he burst out laughing: "Mr. Wu, this is not a magician, isn't it just a juggling actor? I think he just knows some low-level basic magic, but he has a good alcohol tolerance and the fire-breathing. I really can't change these two things, so I'm willing to give in to the disadvantage!"

"I think so too." Wu Disheng smiled and said, "But the audience seems to like his performance very much. From tomorrow on, he will sing a stage show with you, Mr. Kun, so I think I should notify you in advance so that you can be mentally prepared."

"What are I ready for?" Feng Kun snorted contemptuously and said, "It's just a three-legged cat juggling. It's not the same level as my performance. I guess those audiences have never seen any world. When they watch my performance tomorrow, they will know what real magic is!"

"It's good that you have this confidence." Seeing that Wu Disheng achieved his aggressive goal, he laughed and said, "Then I'm looking forward to your wonderful performance tomorrow. Let that guy who is just a fool get out of here with his tail."

After hanging up the phone, a woman named Yanyan came up and asked sweetly: "Mr. Kun, there is Mr. Wu's person on the side of the Fuhuang. Do you need to ask Mr. Wu to ask them to inquire about the magician's background?"
Chapter completed!