Rebirth-First Class Magician

The man at the elevator door was Berg, the hottest magician in Las Vegas.

Asa stood in the elevator and didn't go out immediately. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the man standing outside the elevator. The man was wearing a tailored suit and his brown hair was well done.

There was a deliberately feigned calm on his face, but Asa caught a hint of panic in his eyes.

After just a glance, Asa looked away, stepped out of the elevator and walked straight towards the room.

"First, sir." Berg's voice came from behind Asa, "Did we meet somewhere?"

Asa paused, frowned and looked over, "No."

"Well, I'm a magician by profession. I mean, have you ever come to my performance?" Berg squinted his eyes slightly, staring straight at the other's calm eyes, trying to find out some other emotions.

Asa hooked the corner of his mouth and turned around, "Where do you think we will meet?"

Berg was stunned by Asa, he opened his mouth and said, "Then, then I may have misidentified the person. You are very similar to someone I know."

"Actually, I just came to Las Vegas yesterday, sorry, I think I need to go back to beat the jet lag." Asa narrowed his eyes and looked at the somewhat vigilant man in front of him, which was completely different from the confident Berg on the stage , without the backdrop of the spotlight, he seemed to have no bright spots.

Could such a person really be his opponent?

Berg still stared at Asa, trying to find out the little familiarity.

Although this person looked similar to Mu Yuan from a distance, he didn't feel the same when he looked closely. After a few minutes of contact, he felt that the two were completely different in character and temperament. The sense of familiarity that made him tremble last night completely disappeared. , quietly relieved.Berg smiled gracefully, "That, that's really sorry, sir, I think I really admitted the wrong person."

"It's okay," Asa looked at the other party's relaxed expression after he relaxed his vigilance, smiled and turned his head to walk towards the room. Maybe he can really try to take the road of acting.

—Crack.

When the door of the room was opened, Asa's eyebrows furrowed fiercely.

Lyle and Gal sat cross-legged on the sofa with serious expressions, and there was a milk bottle filled with milk on the coffee table in the middle of the sofa.

"Lyle, what are you doing?"

Lyle sat cross-legged on the sofa with a serious face. After hearing the question, he turned his head and said seriously, "My lord, I'm trying to get Gal to drink milk." What's in it?"

Asa put the contract in his hand in the porch, rubbed his forehead with some headaches, went straight to the tea table and picked up the still warm milk bottle, "Then can you tell me that you put the milk bottle on the tea table, and two people sit together What is Mi Kaiwai's sofa going to do?"

Lyle's expression was serious, "My lord, I think he can drink by himself."

Asa bent down and picked up the baby who was leaning cross-legged on the back of the sofa from another sofa and sat down. "His hand is not as big as a milk bottle. How do you let him drink?"

Asa put the baby in his lap, leaning his back against her.

Lyle looked at the baby who was lying in Asa's arms with a happy face, and said to Asa sincerely, "My lord, you are too attached to appearances."

Asa raised his eyebrows indifferently, and said with a half-smile, "What about you? What do you pay attention to when you have been approached maliciously by church believers for so long? Is it the sphincter?"

Putting the bottle to Gal's mouth, the other party obediently opened his mouth to hold the silicone pacifier, and tightly grasped Asa's suit pants with one small hand.

"Oh my lord, can you stop mentioning those old things and stop playing with you, I'll go find Dean." After speaking, he quickly picked up the socks from the ground and ran towards the entrance of the room.

While putting on his shoes, he turned his head and said to Asa, "My lord, don't come here to complain to me after suffering a disadvantage. Don't blame me for not reminding you!" Putting on her shoes, she was about to turn the doorknob.

"Du, dun, dun." The heavy solid wooden door was knocked regularly, and Asa glanced towards the entrance, who would come to him at this time, and the knock on the door was steady and powerful, it seemed that the people outside the door Is a rigorous and rigid person.

Lyle was right by the door, and after quickly opening the door, a well-dressed man walked in, "Mr. Asa, I'm your manager, and my name is Alan."

The visitor stood at the door with a blank face and introduced himself, "I think we met last night."

"Oh, you're an agent! Come in, come in." Lyle dropped his shoes, rubbed his hands and grabbed Alan's sleeves, and looked back at Asa in surprise, "Since when did you sign an agent?" ?”

"Didn't you ask me what I took when I came in?" Asa raised his eyebrows, and pointed to the shoe rack in the entrance with his chin, "That's the contract, Assistant Lyle."

When Lyle heard this, he ran to Asa's side in a few steps, and threw himself on Asa's knee with excitement, "My lord! Are you going to Hollywood to act?"

Asa frowned and thought for a while, "If I remember correctly, I told you before I went out at noon that I was going to sign a contract, and I was a magician."

Lyle was stunned for a moment, and said with a gloomy face, "...Oh, I have been immersed in the bad news about seeing the child at noon." After speaking, he glanced carefully at Cal, who was drinking milk quietly.

Lyle stood up abruptly, and said blankly, "My lord, you signed a contract to be a magician, and I'm an assistant. Does that mean I'm going to be locked in a box by you and cut up by you?"

Asa glanced at him, "Can you cut it?"

"..."

"Mr. Allen, I thought you were Ms. Alice's bodyguard." Asa glanced at Lyle and said to Allen with a chuckle.

Alan stood by the sofa and replied blankly, "My job is a broker, but it is undeniable that the chairman brought me to Las Vegas to act as a bodyguard. After all, we did not expect Meet Mister Asa."

Allen sat on the sofa, took out a folder from his briefcase, opened it and checked it, "This is what Ms. Alice asked me to hand over to you. We need to see Tony in the afternoon, and we need to go to the TV station tomorrow. If everything You still need to draw up some specific publicity plans for success. Your next itinerary will be very full, and I’m afraid you won’t have time to play anymore.”

Asa nodded knowingly, "Yes, I didn't come to Las Vegas to play." After receiving the document, Asa put down the bottle and looked through it, "It's really full."

Alan lifted his chin, his emotionless pupils suddenly sharpened, "Ms. Alice is very optimistic about you, I don't know what you did just now to make her keep praising you, but I hope your ability is the same as your appearance outstanding."

Asa raised his eyebrows, looked at Allen for a while and chuckled, "Mr. Allen will know."

The sharpness in Allen's eyes slowly faded, "That would be the best, I won't keep the vase under my hands."

"Mr. Allen, has anyone told you that you are very straightforward?" Asa put down the baby lying on his lap, "This will hurt people's hearts."

Alan rolled his eyes and looked back at Asa blankly, "No, they usually call me facial paralysis." He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "You still have 10 minutes to prepare, Mr. Tony is a punctual person. "

"..."

An hour later, in the chairman's office of the Luxor Hotel, Asa sat motionless on the sofa, staring straight at the potted plants in the office.

If you ignore Lyle, who is groping around beside him, and Cal, who is stern-faced on his lap, Asa still looks very serious.

Alan lifted his glasses and looked at the two people beside Asa who affected the style of painting, "You shouldn't have brought them here. I heard that Mr. Tony is a very serious person."

Asa looked back at him, and said with the same expressionless face, "I remember you said that Mr. Tony is a punctual person."

"When did I say that?" Allen asked blankly.

"..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to keep my guests waiting, oh God, who is this beauty? Alice sent me another good product!"

Several people followed the voice, and a tall man with tied hair walked in the door, with a pointed chin and narrow and delicate eyes.

"Oh, the stern old man next to him is also very good." Leaning against the gate, the handsome man in a double-breasted coat murmured.

"What? Why are they both good guys? Am I not handsome?! Ah!" Lyle straightened up abruptly, shouting with righteous indignation.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly and looked up and down Lyle, "I like stronger men, you?" The thin chin lifted, "Just don't grab the good stuff from me."

"..." Lyall didn't understand what he meant for a moment and was speechless.

Asa turned his head calmly and said to Allen, "A serious person?"

Allen looked back with an expression on his face, and said confidently, "When did I say that?"

"..."

"Huh? Did you dislike me for not being strong enough just now?" Lyle straightened his face and asked seriously.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" The man shrugged and walked behind the desk. "My name is Tony. Which one of you is Asa? If it's you, then this matter is out of the question." After Tony finished speaking, he glanced at Lyle.

Lyle glanced at Tony with grief and indignation, turned his head to Asa and said aggrievedly, "Asa, he looks down on me! Oh, I miss my cousin a little bit, at least he said that I am the cutest little bat! "

Asa ignored him, looked at Tony and said, "I'm Asa, Mr. Tony."

"Oh, if it's you, even if you don't have any skills, as long as you stay with me for a month, I'll free up the show at Rose Hall at seven o'clock." Tony propped his chin up and chuckled, speaking half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Yeah!"

Before Asa could speak, the child who had been sitting quietly on Asa's lap suddenly turned around and threw himself on him, screaming in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, such a child knows how to protect food?" Tony raised his eyes, with an interested look on his face.

"Okay, I don't want to rob people with children, so, uncle, can you stand up to him? It's only two months."

Allen, "..."