The world is full of malice

Zhen Tianran put the egg and cup on the coffee table in front of the sofa, "Do you have any coins?"

Wang Xiaoming went to fetch his own storage tank, smashed it down instantly, and the coins in it rolled out, and Wang Xiaoming blinked his eyes cutely and asked, "How much do you want?"

Zhen Tianran stretched out a finger tremblingly, "One is enough!"

The next time he talks to Wang Xiaoming, he must speak clearly, he accidentally smashed a piggy bank!

Wang Xiaoming didn't care about the piggy bank, and happily picked out a coin and handed it to Zhen Tianran.

"Make a mark!"

Wang Xiaoming immediately wanted to bite, but Zhen Tianran hurriedly stopped him, "Do you have a marker pen? Just draw it!"

Wang Xiaoming cooperated very well to find the signature pen, and drew a line on the coin himself.

After Zhen Tianran took it over, he started to show his skills—yes, in fact, he didn't have any sense of innovation. He just imitated a magic trick from the Spring Festival Gala that year, and because he didn't have a diamond ring, he could only ask for a coin.

He pretended to be very hard, and put the coin into the space. After Wang Xiaoming found that the coin had disappeared from Zhen Tianran's hand, he opened his eyes wide again, and then saw Zhen Tianran take the egg out of the cup and handed it to him, "Open it. "

Wang Xiaoming smashed the egg into the cup, and then saw the coin he marked sank from the egg liquid to the bottom of the cup.

Wang Xiaoming immediately cheered excitedly, "This is really amazing, from now on, you are my own master!"

As he spoke, he was about to throw himself on Zhen Tianran again, but Han Liqiu grabbed him by the collar, so he could only throw himself on the spot.

Han Liqiu looked at Zhen Tianran, "Do you know other magic tricks?"

Being so serious and imposing, Zhen Tianran couldn't help stuttering, "If... if... If you need it, boss, I will definitely!"

There was a flash of light in Han Liqiu's eyes, "Okay, you can report at Emgrand at one o'clock tomorrow..."

Wang Xiaoming immediately objected, "Brother! How could you rob someone from me!"

Zhen Tianran was very puzzled, "Why are you going there?"

He still knows about Emgrand. Is it a very famous local entertainment place? Although it is called Emgrand, it is actually a theater. It is rented out during the day to organize activities for various school units. There are two performances from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the evening. It is said that there are performances from time to time. There will also be some internationally renowned dancers, singers, magicians, etc. to perform, and the ticket is [-] pieces...

The reason why Zhen Tianran knew it was because his school had rented the venue there for the finals of the debate competition, and Zhen Tianran was an audience at that time...

At that time, he still thought that who would spend [-] yuan to come here to watch the performance, until when he saw the sold out sign at the ticket office when he came out, he could only feel that there are so many rich people in this world.

And at that time, he still thought that if one day he could afford tickets to watch the show, he would probably be a winner in life with a smooth job and a prosperous life.

Han Liqiu handed Zhen Tianran a business card. The golden hollowed-out business card was very gorgeous. It didn't seem to match Han Liqiu very well, but it was indeed Han Liqiu's business card. There was a name on it: General Manager of Y City Entertainment Group, Han Liqiu beginning of autumn.

Zhen Tianran looked at it for a long time, and then checked it carefully. He had to admit that there was not even a phone number on the business card. Are the current business cards so noble?

Han Liqiu said at this time, "Go to Emgrand to report. There are two performances a day, each 10 minutes, 10 yuan for every 1000 minutes, and 1000 yuan for props. Yesterday's 3 yuan is the price for ten days. If Someone invites you to perform in a box, three thousand a time, keep the tip yourself."

But Zhen Tianran immediately held the business card in both hands and put it in his pocket respectfully, "I will report on time tomorrow... Is it one o'clock in the morning or one o'clock in the afternoon?"

Wang Xiaoming clutched his chest, "Teacher, don't you want me anymore? Didn't you say that I need to study hard?"

Zhen Tianran patted Wang Xiaoming's head, "It's okay, your brother has plenty of money, as long as you don't go out to do business in the future, it doesn't matter if you don't study."

Wang Xiaoming wanted to vomit blood, "Brother..."

Han Liqiu didn't even bat an eye, "Yes, I have money, you go and clean the living room for me now, and I'll give you a lot of money right away."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Although Zhen Tianran agreed verbally, she still felt a little guilty when she returned to the villa.

After all, he is not a real magician. Does this... count as magic?

But for the sake of money, he has to fight no matter what, 1 in ten days, [-] in a month, even if he buys some materials, he doesn't have to buy those magic props, [-] is enough, if he can perform alone Yes... a monthly income of [-] is simply not a dream!

10 yuan, 10 yuan, is this his estimated annual income for the first year of graduation, okay?

Even for the 10 yuan, he must learn to use magic to perform magic tricks.

Because he had 3 yuan and because he wanted long-term sustainable development, Zhen Tianran went out of his way to buy a tablet at a special price. The rest of the time was spent online, watching various magic shows.

Of course, he also has a choice. First of all, the one with assistants is fine. Without Shi Xiaobai, he can't let others know his secret. It's better to fight alone.

There are also those that are too large, and those that use relatively large props are fine, he must use the least amount of money to achieve the greatest benefit!

He watched it for a long time before he decided that the most suitable performance for him was the coin-changing show today, and he was not even good at guessing poker cards or numbers...

In this case, I don't know how long I can stay in Emgrand?If there is no new pattern for too long, it will be taken off, right?

Although he was apprehensive, Zhen Tianran still spent the morning preparing tools the next day—so Dongfang Jin soon received another stack of bills, what the hell is the plastic flower?Why buy so many plastic flowers?Why buy so many playing cards?Hit forever?Confetti garland?Is he going to hold a party in the villa?Isn't it too low to buy this kind of cheap stuff?Forget about these things, why buy so many dry batteries and flashlights?Are you going on an adventure?The thinking of today's young people is really elusive!I'm actually looking forward to what will appear on the bill next time.

It's a pity that Dongfang Jin doesn't read romance novels, otherwise he would immediately think of a sentence: X person, you have already attracted my attention!

Zhen Tianran showed up at Emgrand on time at one o'clock in the afternoon.

It was only one o'clock in the afternoon, and the ticket office posted a sign that the tickets were sold out, which made Zhen Tianran a little envious of the conductor, who only had to work for half a day every day...

However, although there was no one at the ticket office, there were two handsome young men standing at the door. They bowed when they saw Zhen Tianran, "Hello, guest, welcome to the exhibition of the international impressionist oil painting master Woodrow Johnson, please show your invitation letter."

Invitation card?

Where does he have that thing!Besides, he didn't come to see the art exhibition!He is here to report.

Only then did Zhen Tianran remember that although Han Liqiu asked him to report, he didn't tell him how to report.

So he smiled and tentatively said, "Mr. Han called me here."

The two boys were still very polite, "Please show your proof."

prove?Seeing that Han Liqiu actually needs proof!

But think about it, the other party lives in an expensive villa area, he should be a rich and important person, there must be a lot of people who want to see the other party, if you don't take precautions, you really can't do it.

But where does he have any proof?Do you want him to call Han Liqiu?But the business card that Han Liqiu gave him didn't have a phone number at all!

Hey, business cards!

Zhen Tianran tentatively took out his business card and handed it to the two young men. One of the two young men took it and swiped it on a machine at the entrance. A red light on the machine beeped. It turned green, and then a sweet female voice sounded: Identity verification successful.

Damn it, it's just a business card, but it still has such advanced functions, Zhen Tianran couldn't help but secretly feel ashamed - just now he was secretly thinking, if that business card was used as proof to meet Han Liqiu, then what? A few fake business cards will suffice...

Zhen Tianran entered the door smoothly, and a beautiful girl who could be a model was already waiting at the door with a smile on her face, "Mr. Zhen, right? Manager Han asked me to take you to his office, please follow me."

Zhen Tianran followed behind the girl like a bumpkin, passing through the empty hall where the works of Impressionist oil painting master Woodrow Johnson were being exhibited (didn’t the invitation be required? Did the master forget to send the invitation? )

And when Zhen Tianran was about to step up the steps to the second floor, a middle-aged man with unkempt hair and messy clothes and all over the body rushed out, holding Zhen Tianran's hand tightly, his eyes filled with tears She gave Zhen Tianran a hug, and then she was so excited that she couldn't help but say, "My dear... sir!"

Zhen Tianran was terrified by the other party's enthusiasm. When the other party grabbed him tightly and couldn't retreat, he could only stammer, "Hello, can you explain that ellipsis clearly?"

In fact, what he wants to ask more is if you have identified the wrong person, hey!

The other party waved his hand chicly, "That's not important, the important thing is that my dear you come to see my art exhibition!"

That's very important!

Zhen Tianran was a little crazy, but the girl next to her still had a gentle smile on her face, "I'm sorry, dear Mr. Woodrow Johnson, this gentleman is a guest of our manager Han, and he is not here to visit your art exhibition. Please continue to wait." How is your guest?"

Under the tearful eyes of Mr. Woodrow Johnson, Zhenran Alexander stepped on the steps to the second floor. He continued to make complaints about why he was a Chinese, and his name was Woodrow Johnson!Why!