I saw the bad old man snoring with alcohol and sneered: "Hey! Illusionist! You only poured eight percent of the water into the porcelain jar, and stuck a pre-oiled stick on the inner wall invisible to the audience, and lit it.

A short-threaded incense stick that doesn't emit smoke can be used as a fire starter to ignite paper. How dare you charge money for this little trick?"

The male illusionist suddenly panicked when he revealed the secret. There was no way he could continue the show!

The two swordsmen beside the old man all had sinister smiles on their faces, and their triumphant looks made people sick to their stomachs.

"Canglang!"

A swordsman suddenly drew out his long sword and waved it wildly in the air. While driving the audience away, he cursed: "Fuck you! How dare you show off such a thing to deceive children? And you still charge admission?"

Money? Isn’t this a clear grab for money? Call your group leader out!"

When he made such a fuss, all the audience members pulled out the penis when they saw it. Who dared to stay to watch the performance? They were all so frightened that they rubbed oil on their soles and ran away.

The male illusionist is the leader of the group, his name is Huang Gong. He is so angry that his face is turning green at the moment. You are just here to extort money, but you actually revealed the secret of his illusions. How can he mess around in the future?

Who can save money by running around in Beijiang Town and earning a living?

Hearing the group leader's shout, the twelve waiters rolled up their arms and sleeves, each holding a wooden stick as thick as an arm, surrounding the three autumn-winding gangsters.

The two swordsmen were guarding the old man, and their eyes were a little frightened. After all, a lone wolf can't fight a group of dogs. One of them shouted loudly: "You... don't mess around! Don't you know who this famous old man is?"

What?"

The leader of the group, Huang Gong, pointed at the three of them and said angrily: "I don't care who he is! Those who bully good and fear evil dare to come and destroy me. I will beat you to the ground today!"

Another swordsman hurriedly shouted: "This old man is the cousin of Wan Zheng, the number one illusionist in the world. His name is Wan Zheng! Since you rely on illusions for your livelihood, how dare you be rude to him?"

Huang Gong was stunned when he heard this!

All illusion performances currently on the market were created by a generation of illusion master Wan Zheng. His blessings spread all over the world, and there are countless illusion troupes that rely on them to make a living. In order to be grateful, everyone calls themselves his disciples, so how can they offend him?

Wan Zheng's relative?

Huang Gong frowned and looked up and down at this bad old man. God knows whose cousin he was?

Huang Gong's face was full of uncertainty. He clasped his fists and asked, "You have two pieces of skin in your mouth. It's up to you to say whatever you want! In that case, please ask Senior Wan to explain it, which was passed down from Wan Zheng's proud work - "Incombustible Paper Crane"

"Secret to prove your identity!"

In fact, he was just a beginner, he only learned one or two small moves, just to make a living. As for the "non-burning paper crane" technique, he didn't know it at all.

The reason why he said this is nothing more than two purposes. If the old man can't tell it, it will prove that he is fake, and he will just be beaten and thrown on the street; if he can tell it, then he has another unique skill, so what?

It is also a sure profit without loss.

I saw Wan Zheng squinting his drunken eyes, snorting coldly, and sneered: "Every family has its own rules, and its behavior has its own rules! How can this secret be known to a bastard like you who is not in the mainstream and has no apprenticeship? It's nothing!

It’s not difficult for you to know this technique. Let’s open up the sky and speak openly. If you want to learn something, you have to pay tuition, right? As long as you are willing to spend money, I can teach you the "non-burning paper crane" technique!"

Huang Gong secretly rejoiced: "I begged my grandpa and grandma to learn this technique of 'non-burning paper cranes', but now God has opened my eyes. If I learn this technique, I will definitely be popular in the future, and it will be worthwhile to spend a little money."

What?"

Thinking of this, he quickly bowed and said with a smile: "I'm Huang Gong, I wonder how much Senior Wan Lao wants to offer?"

Wan Zheng scratched his forehead and deliberately teased him: "If you learn this trick, I guarantee you will earn at least five hundred taels of silver a year. Let's do this. I'm not greedy. I only need half of it!"

Huang Gong thought about it secretly and thought it was not expensive. He said with greedy eyes: "Not expensive! Not expensive! If I can hang up the sign of 'Wan Zheng Disciple' again, I will give you another two hundred and fifty taels of gift money."

, a total of five hundred taels of silver to honor you!"

The wrinkles on Mr. Wan Zheng's face trembled, he squinted his drunken eyes, and said with a smile: "Master Huang is indeed a man who has been running around in the world all year round. He is quick on the road! No problem, everything is taken care of by me! As long as you have my signature and approval,

I’m sorry that my nephew Wan Zheng doesn’t dare to say anything, but we need to pay in full and we can’t take credit?”

Huang Gong immediately beamed, rubbed his palms together, nodded and bowed and said, "Of course! I'll give you five hundred taels of silver at any time. When will you be willing to give me some advice?"

Wan Zheng waved his hand casually and said: "Of course, you can learn and sell now! You can open your business in a while! These gadgets were learned by Wan Zheng from me since he was a child. I also have many magic skills that I can use here.

Teach you, do you want to learn some other illusions?"

Beads of sweat appeared on Huang Gong's forehead, and he smiled awkwardly: "Old senior! I just came out to make a living, and I don't have much money. I will learn this trick of 'non-burning paper crane' first, and other unique skills will come later.

Say it again!”

"That's fine! It's not too late to start learning when you have money!"

"Old senior, do you need to prepare any props..."

"No need! Illusion is easy to break. Just bring me the money and I will tell you the secret right away?"

Huang Gong dismissed the men, and Wan Zheng also dismissed the two swordsmen. They were the only two people left in the tent. After Wan Zheng stuffed the five hundred taels of silver notes into his arms, he nodded with satisfaction and said: "

Five hundred taels for a signboard and a unique skill, which is a bargain for you! Listen up! The secret of this 'non-burning paper crane' is to spread the leaf wax oil evenly on the paper, no matter how you burn it, it won't ignite!"

"Holy crap! Why didn't I think of that!"

Huang Gong suddenly realized it, slapped his forehead and said: "Rich people's pillars are coated with a layer of leaf wax oil to prevent fire. Why am I so stupid..."

This secret is valuable. Although it is very simple, if no one reveals it, it will be useless even if he tries to break it.

Next, Wan Zheng wrote another letter of approval, signed and acknowledged that Huang Gong was Wan Zheng's disciple, and then left happily.

As the saying goes, building a family is like picking up soil with a needle, and losing a family is like pushing a boat away.

Huang Gong looked at Wan Zheng's leaving figure, shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking: "I really didn't expect that the Wan family would have such a prodigal thing, and he was still from the older generation! I really don't know what Wan Zheng would feel if he knew about it.

What do you think..."

Wan Zheng and two bodyguards strolled to the performance venue of female illusionist Lin Xueer. Just as he was about to enter, he was stopped by the gatekeeper: "Your Majesty! Please buy a ticket to enter."

One of the swordsmen turned around and glared at the waiter and said: "You bastard! You don't even know the uncle of Wan Zheng, the world's best illusionist, and you still dare to set up a stall and perform here? I think your sign should be demolished!"

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Wan Zheng's old face turned flat, glared angrily, and scolded: "Bah! Go tell your group leader, just say hello to me, and he will understand naturally!"
Chapter completed!