Yang Huang looked at Mr. Feng in front of him and shook his head helplessly as he prepared to walk out.
Yang Huang suddenly called Mr. Feng. Mr. Feng, who was eating, patted his heart to show that he was startled.
"Oh, little ancestor, it's a good thing my heart is fine, otherwise I would be scared into the hospital by you before the competition."
Yang Huang touched his head in embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, who knew you were under such little pressure."
Mr. Feng looked at Yang Huang and said angrily: "No matter how good my heart is, being with you every day will become bad."
Yang Huang coquettishly walked to Mr. Feng and pressed Mr. Feng's shoulder and said: "Mr. Feng, you see, I can't lose your face by following you, right?"
"What do you want to do?"
Mr. Feng put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and looked at Yang Huang's malicious face and said.
"Can you buy me a new set of clothes before the competition? I've worn that outfit for a long time and it's very old. There are so many people in the competition venue and I can't lose your face. What do you think?
Now, you are new and have a new look, maybe you can buy me a new set of clothes and win the competition."
Mr. Feng looked at Yang Huang's triumphant look and said: "I am sure to win even without clothes. You must be worried about yourself. If you can't win, you will be the one to be embarrassed."
Obviously Mr. Feng will not agree to Yang Huang's request for the time being.
When Mr. Feng said this, Yang Huang lifted his massage hand that was originally on Mr. Feng's body.
"Why don't you press it? It feels quite comfortable."
Mr. Feng said with an expression of enjoyment.
Yang Huang turned around to leave angrily but was called by Mr. Feng.
"If you win this game, I will buy it for you, how about it?"
When Yang Huang saw what Mr. Feng said, his confidence immediately exploded.
"Don't worry, I will win even for this set of clothes."
Mr. Feng looked at Yang Huang's back and smiled happily.
"He's really a kid, that's all he has to offer."
Yang Huang returned to the room and went to bed to continue practicing.
"I also want to win for this set of clothes."
The next morning, Yang Huang got up very early, got dressed, and prepared to go downstairs to take a look in the hall. When he got downstairs, Yang Huang saw the person he had always hated.
"Why is he here? Didn't Mr. Yang say that anyone can live here? Could it be that he has something to do with this magic show?"
In front of the bar, I saw Yang Hao talking to the manager, and then walked out of the door and entered a black RV.
Yang Huang walked up to the manager.
The manager saw Yang Huang walking over and asked politely: "Mr. Yang, do you need anything?"
"Oh, no, who was that person just now?"
Yang Hao asked the manager.
"Oh, you said the guy who walked over just now is the owner of the hotel. Do you have anything to do with him?"
The manager asked patiently.
"Oh, it's okay. I was just asking. You go ahead and do your work."
The manager smiled politely and walked away.
Just as Yang Huang was about to return to the elevator, he saw Yang Hao holding a strange girl through the transparent glass in the RV.
This made Yang Huang very angry.
But now there are so many staff around Yang Hao and bodyguards, and he can't do anything to Yang Hao himself.
Seeing that the beast in front of him was about to leave, Yang Huang suddenly thought of a way.
He raised the ring on his hand again, and the glass of the black RV outside the door was shattered, and the tires of the car were flat.
This shocked Yang Hao in the car.
I only heard Yang Hao cursing in the car: "Are you all idiots? Don't you know how to check the car before going out?"
Yang Hao in the car shouted angrily.
Yang Huang stood next to the elevator and laughed until his stomach hurt.
The manager saw this situation outside the door and ran out quickly.
Yang Huang entered the elevator, and unexpectedly the ring on his hand suddenly turned on a red light. Yang Huang looked at the ring with confusion on his face.
"What the hell is going on?"
Yang Huang returned to the room and played with the ring on his hand.
What kind of magical power does this seemingly ordinary ring have?
"The manager just said that this hotel is owned by Yang Hao. What is hidden behind this?"
In a blink of an eye, it's the day of the magic competition.
Mr. Feng took Yang Huang to the competition venue to familiarize himself with the competition environment.
Yang Huang saw that the competition venue could accommodate tens of millions of spectators.
There will even be close-up cameras on the performance stage.
In other words, there is nothing hidden in their performance.
But what will happen to the magic then?
A shot at such a close range is definitely not possible.
This made Yang Huang, who was no longer worried, suddenly feel his heart in his throat again.
"Mr. Feng, when we compete, will the camera be very close to the distance between our performances?"
Yang Huang asked worriedly.
"Of course, otherwise how could the tens of millions of viewers see it clearly? Also, our performances are all live broadcast and can be seen by people from all over the world. By then, people in our gym will also
Watching it."
Mr. Feng didn't look worried.
Yang Huang was discouraged and had a worried look on his face.
Seeing the staff at the venue busy one after another, Yang Huang didn't know how he felt at this time.
The game time officially begins.
In the end, it was Mr. Feng who held the show.
Mr. Feng finished his performance smoothly, and the audience immediately applauded.
When we arrived at Yang Huang, Yang Huang walked onto the stage nervously, every step he took was so heavy.
The early stage went very smoothly, but unexpectedly at the last moment Yang Huang made a mistake, and even the audience felt it.
I don't know who shouted in the audience: "Go down, go down."
Yang Huang hurriedly walked off the stage.
Yang Huang saw that there was no expression on Mr. Feng's face. He could no longer hide his sadness and hugged Mr. Feng and cried loudly. The staff next to him kept staring at Yang Huang.
After Mr. Feng gave a simple consolation, he was called to the stage to receive the award.
At this time, Yang Huang had no intention of listening to these gorgeous fables, and looked distressed at the failure of his performance.
After receiving the award, the leaders of Dihuang City came forward to express condolences to Mr. Feng. Everyone completely ignored Yang Huang in the corner. Some fans even wanted to step forward to take a photo with Mr. Feng, but were stopped by security guards.
The reporters around Mr. Feng were in a panic.
After simple dealing with it, Mr. Feng found Yang Huang.
Mr. Feng took Yang Huang back to the hotel to pack his things and prepare to go back to the market.
Yang Huang packed his things absentmindedly.
Mr. Feng looked at Yang Huang and comforted him: "It's okay. You are still young and have plenty of opportunities. When I was your age, I was not as good as you."
Yang Huang looked at Mr. Feng and smiled without saying anything. He knew that these were Mr. Feng's words to comfort him.
When Mr. Feng saw that Yang Huang was silent, he didn't know what words to use to comfort Yang Huang, so he had to pack his things silently.
Yang Huang strode out of the hotel. His painting style had completely changed from before he came here. At this time, Mr. Feng was carrying the things for the performance alone.
"Who the hell is asking an old man like me to carry so many things?"
But looking at Yang Huang's current state, Mr. Feng couldn't say anything.
"Yang Huang, let me take you to buy clothes. The clothes here seem to be better than those in the first city."
Mr. Feng said as if he was trying to please Yang Huang.
Unexpectedly, Yang Huang didn't look back at Mr. Feng and just shook his head.