Rebirth-First Class Magician

"Mr. Tony." Allen didn't even frown, "You're already late, do you still want to waste everyone's time?"

Tony picked up a pen and played with it, "Ah, I see, then let Mr. Asa start. If Mr. Asa fails to make my eyes shine, then uncle, you will stay with me for two months. ~"

Allen looked back blankly.

Asa stood up with a smile, "Okay, sir." After speaking, he walked to Tony's desk and picked up a plastic pen holder.

"This is a gift my mother brought back to me when I was traveling in Australia. I'm honored that it was chosen by you." Tony dragged his chin and looked up at Asa, explaining lightly.Just halfway through speaking, the long and narrow eyes suddenly widened, "God, what happened to it!"

Asa raised his chin slightly and raised his lips, his eyes shone with a dim golden light, and the hard plastic pen container was quietly suspended in mid-air, and it was sinking inward little by little.

To be precise, it should be ablation, and the dark blue plastic oil is dripping down, dripping down on the desk, cooling and solidifying rapidly.

"God, you broke it!" Tony dropped the pen and stood up in shock. "My mother will kill me."

The golden glow in Asa's eyes faded slowly, and a faint red glow leaked from the fundus of his eyes little by little. The ability he awakened was a healing technique, but it shouldn't be called a healing technique.

Because he can restore things that have no vital signs and make them whole.

Those sunken places began to slowly fill up again, like a flattened balloon being blown up again, expanding and recovering until it returned to its original shape.

Tony stood there blankly, before the original grief and indignation faded away and he saw his things recovered?

"despair"

Asa put the pen holder back to its original place, bowed to the stunned Tony and said, "Never believe your eyes, Mr. Tony."

Tony blinked blankly, picked up the pen holder and looked around a few times in disbelief, and flicked his finger on the hard wall of the pen holder a few times, "Is this really not inflatable?"

Asa bent down to get closer to Tony, and chuckled softly, "Never trust a magician." As he spoke, he shoveled away the dried plastic on the table with his fingers.

...

Tony and Asa looked at each other for a while, then sat down calmly, lowered their heads and rubbed their thumbs.

Asa turned and went back to the sofa without talking.

For a while, the huge office was silent.

After a while, Tony pressed a button on the landline, and a female voice quickly came out of the phone, "Hello, Mr. Tony, what can I do?"

"Beautiful Miss Tracy, please come here and bring the schedule of the Golden Rose Hall."

"Okay, sir. Beep—"

Alan lifted his glasses, "That means you agree with Asa to perform in your performance hall?"

Tony leaned on the back of the chair and said lazily, "Yeah, it's a pity that I can't let uncle accompany me, but I have to say that Asa, your illusion is really amazing, this is the only one I have ever seen that can keep pace with snake rope magic It's magic."

Lyle leaned over and whispered to Asa, "My lord, is your ability illusion?"

"Don't you know what ability I awakened?" Asa glanced at him, "Huh? Do you need me to break you up and put them back together to verify my ability?"

"..." Lyle cautiously moved aside, and laughed dryly, "Heh, heh, sir, you are so humorous." Taking a peek at Asa, Lyle carefully moved to the edge of the sofa.

Tony turned the cap of the pen in his hand and said casually, "Actually, Alice has solved my urgent need. Ever since Bellagio produced the 'I'm a Magician' program, other hotel performances have been suppressed. on."

"Haven't you ever thought about looking for other magicians? It's not uncommon for well-known magicians from all over the world to make their debut earlier than Berg." Asa asked with a frown, somewhat puzzled why an ordinary magic show can be held in Las Vegas. The entertainment city forms a monopoly.

"Then you may not have seen his magic tricks. The mechanics are so exquisite that they can't be added; and it's not easy to find a magician who performs live." Tony narrowed his narrow eyes and laughed, "Do you think it's like a magician? Are there so many magicians like you who can achieve perfect illusions without relying on camera editing?"

Lyle asked suspiciously, "Shot editing?"

Alan lifted his glasses, turned his head and explained to Lyle, "Many illusions actually rely on the limitations of the lens, and this kind of illusion can only be played on the screen, and it cannot withstand thousands of pairs of eyes in a large performance hall." gaze."

"For example, when a magician bends an iron spoon with bare hands, an assistant stands outside the camera and shoots a high-temperature gun at the iron spoon. Of course, the audience cannot feel the high temperature around the iron spoon outside the camera." Asa looked at Lyle, " What you see with your own eyes may not be real, so how can you be sure that what you see through the screen is real?"

"Mr. Tony, I've brought what you asked for." A graceful female secretary stood at the door holding a folder.

"Come in, Tracy, your dress is so beautiful today." Tony took the file and flipped through it. "The old man Blue in the Golden Rose Hall is about to stop. He is 70 years old and he should retire."

"Yes sir, in fact he was complaining about his rheumatism a few days ago and wanted to retire." Maddy looked at Tony and said, "It's just that you said a few days ago that he is the pillar of our hotel and he is not allowed to retire."

"I like his talk show very much, but now I have someone better to replace him, say hello to him for me." Tony closed the file, "Next week at 07:30, welcome Mr. Asa to Luxor, need Shall I get you a room at the hotel? The Bellagio isn't close."

Allen replied blankly, "Thank you for the three rooms."

"Of course, I think Mr. Allen has already made a plan for the promotional work before the show." Tony picked up the corner of his eyes and chuckled, "Ah, I really like the strict and rigid Mr. Allen."

Allen squinted his eyes and stood up, and said to Tony politely, "It's a pity, I like serious and punctual people, so let's say goodbye first, and we will move to Luxor tomorrow. In addition, with Luke I will bring Suo's cooperation contract with me tomorrow."

Without waiting for Asa after finishing speaking, he took the documents and walked out.

"Then see you tomorrow, sir." The fidgeting Gal was caught in the creaking nest by Asa, like a briefcase, "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"

"Is this Mr. Asa's son? Silver hair is really special, it doesn't look like yours." Tony twirled the pen and teased, "By the way, if you want to stay with me for a month, I can give you An extra show in another hall."

"..." Asa glanced at Tony with raised eyebrows, and left with the writhing child in his arms. Just as he stepped out of the office door, Gal, who had been struggling with his head down, suddenly raised his head and looked at Tony with deep eyes. Glancing at Tony on the chair.

In the following month, Tony, who was supposed to be accompanied by a beauty or an uncle, suddenly became very unlucky...

From the trivial matter of the car door not opening, to the major event of falling down the stairs and breaking a leg.Incidents vary, but it's always him who gets hurt.

It's just that he didn't know it all the time, some jokes can't be messed up——